Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters. They all belong to their rightful owner and not me. I only own the story idea. I take no credit for the creation of the characters. Also, all of the songs that are put in here are not mine. I don't take credit for them. They all belong to their respective owners.

Warning: Yaoi. If you don't like it, don't read this story!

Author's Note: Oh yeah, that's right I did it. I finally got my story up. I started drafting this story on 2011's Easter. I did the character backgrounds, the setting info. And all that. And now, I have finally typed it up! Go me. Anyways, Enjoy!

Chapter 1 - The Guy in my Dreams

I was walking down a dark street. How was I looking at myself? I don't get it.

"Your mind's made up?" It was the words that came out of the mouth of a guy with fire red hair, and the most beautiful emerald green eyes.

"Why did the key blade choose me? I have to know." I replied. I wasn't even controlling myself. And, what was a Keyblade, and when did it choose me?

"You cant turn on the Organization! You get on their bad side, and they'll destroy you!" What was the Organization? Did I use to be part of it? Why would they destroy me?

"No one would miss me." What am I talking about? There must be someone who would miss me, right? I started to walk away.

The redhead then said quietly, "That's not true, I would." Why would he miss me? I didn't even know him.

Nightmare!

(Now your nightmare comes to life)

Dragged ya down below

Down to the devil's show

To be his guest forever

Peace of mind is less than never

Hate to twist your mind

But God ain't on your side

An old acquaintance severed

Burn the world your last endeavor-

"Roxas! Come on wake up already! You can't sleep forever, you know!"

It was Sora. He was my younger twin brother. Apparently, it's time for me to get up. I wish I could sleep some more, but I was a bit curious about that dream. I don't have it that often, but that's not the first time I've seen it. It freaked me out.

I slowly sit up from the comforts of my bed, yawning and stretching my arms out. It was August 29, the last Monday of August, this day is also known as the first day of school. It was a dreaded day for me. Waking up early was hard to do for me. I looked over at my clock, great, 5:30AM. After I pushed Sora out of my room, I got undressed to take a shower.

After I was done with getting ready for school and everything, I grabbed two slices of toast, buttered them, and grabbed two bananas. When I got done, I saw Sora and Namine, my little sister, waiting by the door. I handed each a slice of toast and a banana.

"Roxas, aren't you going to have some breakfast?" It was said by Namine even though she was younger then me, she was still in my grade level. She was so smart, they let her skip a grade. I was pretty thankful for it, then I could make sure she was going to be okay at her school.

"No, I'm not hungry," I replied with blank face.

"But, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" Sora protested.

"Then I'll just eat more at lunch, okay Sora?" I tried to reason with him.

"…I guess that'll be okay,"

It was my first day of high school, but I don't think there's anything that special about it. As we went to leave, Cloud told us good-bye. I put in my headphones in and started to walk.

You see, Sora, Namine, and me, we all live in a foster home. It happened pretty recently, but we still get to go to the same school. Our beloved mother had died and out father was someone that we wouldn't be able to live with. So, we were sent to a foster home with a guy named Cloud. I don't know much about him, he's quite mysterious. But, he does seem to be nice enough. There were these other kids there, Zexion, Yuffie, and Selphie. To be honest, I think there were more, but there are always those people who stay at their friends' house so often, that it's like they live there and not here. But, if that's the way they want to live, it has no affect on me, so I don't really care.

As we approached Kingdom Hearts High, I got a bit disappointed that we had to be there, but there isn't much that I could do about it. All I had to do was find room 209, it was my homeroom, and when I get there, I'm probably going to get the rest of my schedule and hopefully a map of the school. When I walked into the school, there was a map on the bulletin board, so I just had to turn left, then turn the corner, go straight until I find that stairs, and when I get up there, I should be able to see the door. That's easy enough. I bid Sora and Namine goodbye, and went to my homeroom.

I found it easily enough, nearly passed up the stairs, but still easily enough. There wasn't anything unique about this school. We had an average football team, average science group and everything like that. The only thing that was a bit different about this school is that, it hasn't had a new student in years. None of the elementary, middle school, or high school has gotten a new student in about 23 years. But it's not like that affects the students here at all, so I guess it's that different.

A bell rang for the signal of the end of homeroom. A couple of students came in quickly, probably trying not to be late. His homeroom teacher's name was Tifa. She had long dark hair, and a chest that most of the guys in the class were staring at. She was his first period math teacher. He was a little bit happy about that. Math may not have been his favorite subject, but it was the easiest for him. If he was tired enough, he could probably sleep for a bit and still understand everything. Then, about 20 minutes into the time of the class, the principal, vice principal, guidance counselor, and a student walked in. Roxas looked at this supposed student wondering who he was. Tifa stopped teaching and gave the teachers her attention. The student also turned to actually looked at the class. The principal decided to speak. When I got a good look at the kid, my eyes widened so wide, I'd thought that they might fall out of my head.

"Class, this is our first new student in 23 years. This is Axel."

He was the guy from my dream.