Disclaimer:I do not own Kingdom Hearts and I am not making any profit from writing this story.

Author's Note: Yes, another story. Sorry guys, but don't worry, I have not abandoned my others. They're being worked on, trust me. This is something I actually started last night, just the first paragraph, as a post for an rp. It didn't turn out, so I extended it and turned it into a story. After listening to Vocaloid songs for the last couple of days, I was inspired by the Synchronicity series. If you haven't watched them, I seriously encourage you to. The title is part one out of three, but the third, I understand was never made. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and I'll get my butt working on other stuff while I have the inspiration.

Rain pattered gently on the roof, concealing the heavy steps of the soldiers making their up to small house. Inside a young woman was busy preparing supper, standing over a cauldron of a nice smelling soup, stirring it gently. On the floor her two little boys, twins, were laughing and playing. Then a knock came at the door. She stopped stirring the soup and gathered her skirts, wondering who could be calling on them on such a miserable day. As soon as she opened the door she was grabbed by two soldiers and held back as another two walked in and over to her children. She screamed their names, telling the boys to run, but one was grabbed while the other froze up and stared fearfully at the man reaching for him.

His brother struggled and kicked in the soldier's arms trying to get away, but the soldier stood fast, immune to the child's thrashing. The boy tried a different tactic; he lowered his head and bit the man on the arm as hard as he could with his blunt teeth, growling like a little puppy as he moved his head back and forth. The soldier flinched, but instead of shoving him away roughly and cradling his arm, he drew the boy closer to him and tightened his hold. The child could only watch as his brother was picked up by the other man. They screamed to one another, identical eyes wide, glistening with tears as small hands reached out in one last desperate attempt to stop the bad men from separating them.

He was placed down on the floor while his mother was thrown aside. Her sobs for the men to have mercy and let her other little boy go went unheard as their booted feet clopped across the hard wooden floor of the little house. The door slammed shut, leaving her and the other child alone. Silence reigned for a few moments and then the woman released heart shattering grief stricken wails and continuous pleas for the soldiers to bring back her other son. The other little boy stayed where he was, sniffling and wiping at his nose as he stared longingly at the closed door.

"Mama?" He whimpered softly and the woman's head suddenly shot up, eyes wide and tearful. She stared at him in shock then a small, sad smile appeared on her lips. She had momentarily forgotten about her other son. The one they left behind. She opened her arms and he scampered over, falling into them, clinging to her tightly.

"Dear Roxas," She soothed, releasing a shuddering breath. She leaned down and kissed the top of his fluffy blond head. "I love you darling, I love you so much."

"Mama, they took Venny…" The child sobbed, burying his face into her bosom, his words muffled, but she understood. She always shared a mutual understanding with her twin boys. That's what made them so special to her. The three of them were connected.

"Yes…" She replied sadly, stroking his hair and slowly lifted her head to look at the door. Even though they were far away from the little house by now, she could still hear Ventus's screams for her and his brother. She could feel his anguish, his longing to be home with them. Tears ran down her cheeks as she wondered what those men wanted with her sweet little Ventus. They never told her, just ripped the child away from his home and everything he knew. The little boy in her arms shivered violently and pulled away, looking up at her.

"Why mama? Why did they take him? Why did they take Venny from us? I miss him, mama. I want him to come back!" He shuddered as he was seized by another sobbing fit and buried his face into his mother's dress, little hands clinging to the material as tightly as they could.

The woman sighed and straightened up. She pulled him close and wrapped her arms around him, shushing him gently. She had no answer to give to her little boy. She didn't know the answer herself, but maybe tomorrow she could ask one of the other villagers if they might know something. And then demand her stolen child returned.

Though she did not say anything, the little boy's sobbing ceased to an occasional hiccup. She rubbed his back, circling her hand over the middle, her other hand holding the back of his head. After several moments he finally pulled away and looked up at her, eyes no longer shining with tears, the dirty streaks that ran down his cheeks and the puffy redness around his eyes were the only indication he had been crying. He looked thoughtful; lips pursed tightly, eyes narrowed.

"What are you thinking about, Roxy?" She asked softly, though from their bond, she was sure of the answer. He looked so determined now, hardly a trace of the crying little boy he was just moments before. He was looking past her, at the door, even his grip on her dress was like a vise.

"We're gonna get 'im back mama, I promise. Venny's my brother and I'm gonna save him!"

It was cute, the childish determination and solemn vow, but as he turned his eyes away from the door and looked back up at her, she couldn't deny that her little boy would be true to his word and stop at nothing to bring Ventus back. And who knew, maybe he would. Maybe one day they could return to the happy and loving family they had been up until this moment.

Author's Note: So does it have potential? Let me know, I always enjoy hearing from you. ^^