Hi Ho

It was a Monday, just like any other Monday, in that this particular Monday was different than every other Monday. Just as all Mondays were. A boy of about 15 had woken and had just finished getting ready for the first monotonous day of School. The boy was nothing peculiar at first glance; Blue eyes, blonde hair, and fair skin. Attractive to some, not to others. Nothing worth mentioning. Except for this:

The boy hadn't spoken for three years.

After he had finished getting dressed and attempting to comb his wild and messy yellow curls, he went downstairs for some breakfast. As he reared into the kitchen for some yogurt and toast with jam ( a ceremonial breakfast, reserved only for the first day of school) he saw Karolyn. She was standing, leaning and rocking over the sink, smoking a cigarette. She had taken to smoking about three years ago. Under her eyes were bags upon bags, issuing an extreme demand for sleep, which she currently lacked. This woman had lived with the boy for his entire life. She was a strict, yet very distant person. Her eyes always seemed to be looking somewhere else. She certainly never looked at the boy. She ordered him, Yes. She mumbled at him listlessly and carelessly, Yes. But did she see him? No.

She was the boys Mother.

The boy hurriedly finished his breakfast, not wanting to be near the Woman. For as long as he could remember, he had felt no love for her. It was one of the many things he was bad at, Loving. For instance, he could not differentiate between loving a Dog, and loving a Human. The only difference, he saw, was that Dogs where friendlier.

Hi Ho.

He left the kitchen without a word or a second glance. It probably wasn't worth her time, he thought. He seemed to think that a lot in those days. Not that she minded. She hadn't loved the boy, either. Not for three years, at least. She used him. To do this, to do that. She had spent three years with him as her personal servant. Yes, and she had been a zombie for three years as well. Not living, just being. Just Existing. For three years she hadn't lifted a finger, and for three years she had felt no love, no hate, only indifference towards the boy.

Three years was a long time.

While the lonely mother, whom the boy referred to only as Karolyn in his head, contemplated her biggest choice of the day,(Boston Logger or Budweiser) the boy boarded the bus that would take him to school. Yes, and for three years, the boy had served the Woman, doing this and doing that. He never protested. He cleaned the house, bought the groceries, cooked the dinner, and mowed the lawn without a word. He never got any thanks. Not the he would expect to. Or that he would appreciate. As far as he was concerned, he was an employee, and Karolyn , the Boss. He did the work, she got the pay. It was his job.

And you don't get "thanks" for doing your job.

As he sat down on the rough material of the dirty bus seat, he felt something light bump into the back of his head. He turned to see Hayner, a boy in his grade. For three years, the boy had harassed him, physically and mentally. This was due to the boys refusal to speak. Hayner was dressed casually for this most joyous of days; a black tank top under a tan vest, with army cameo cargo pants and black sneakers. His baby brown hair was the usual, a messy, somewhat spiky mess that never seemed to get out of place. Hayner had thrown a piece of paper at him, a usual morning gimmick, to get the boys attention.

"Hey, Roxas! How'd ya sleep?" Hayner asked, slyly, looking left and right at his peers, ready to entertain them.

That was the Boys name. Roxas.

At least, for now it was. But this was eons before he would become the Lord of Time and Space.

But for now, the boy whose name was currently Roxas, blinked at the boy whose name would always be Haynor. He looked at him, his eyes glazed, his silence the only response. After a full minute of this, the crowd around Haynor gave a great laugh and roar. They chuckled and pointed at the funny silent boy.

Look at the Monkey.

" Ha ha, didn't I tell ya? The kid cant talk, aint that right, Roxy ol' Pal?" Haynor spoke, arousing even greater laughter from the younger of the crowd. This being the first day of school, there were, as was custom, many new and young students attending. And Haynor took great pride in showing them the schools one and only freak show. Roxas was somewhat famous around school. When his Silent Vigil first began, people cheered him on, as he failed to answer the adult and authority in general. But soon, his failure to show even basic communicational signs to his peers got to them. They began to hate him, despise him. He didn't mind.

Hi Ho.

He turned his head away from the jeering, giggling crowd to stare out the window. He didn't care what they thought of him. He didn't care for much in those days. They were all just pieces of undifferentiated nothingness, same as him. No better, No worse. It was all the same to him then.

And this from the future Lord of Time and Space!

Haynor's father was an employee for General Lands Construction Company, Just as Roxas was an employee of Karolyn. Four years ago, his father had been promoted to manager of his own construction team, free to order his subordinates about in any such way he pleased. He enjoyed that. Haynor took after his father. General Lands was first established in the year 1942, as an effort to give jobs to those men who could go out to fight the war. Their main focus was roadwork and bridges, which were, incidentally, much more physically exhausting and tedious than the housework Roxas had to do. Their slogan back in the forties was " Your cant beat the Axis without road to take you there!"

Hi Ho.

Yes, and when his father had been promoted, so had the company hit a financial slump. Many workers Jobs where on the line, including Haynor's Father's. So, in order to save money, His Father thought of a brilliant new Idea: Illegal Supplies. The supplies they bought from average stores were costly, why, he figured, couldn't they buy the supplies from a cheaper, albeit Illegal, source? He already new several underground stores, including the likes of gangs and even the Mafia.

He went to the company heads with his ideas. They agreed. He was given a raise.

Hi Ho.

Three Years ago, his father got a raise.

Three Years ago, Roxa's father was killed.

Hi Ho.OK, So this is my first fan fiction EVER put on this sight. Its party a homage to my favorite author, of whom I will be borrowing writing techniques from ( such as the "Hi Ho"s) So yes, Please review and tell me how badly I messed up, and what I should change. This will eventually be a RokuNami fic, but maybe not untill the third of fourth chapter. As you can tell, it's on the sad side. By the way, is it "Roxas's or Roxa's ? I wasn't sure which to use, so I just kind of guessed. So yeah. PLEASE REVIEW, I hope you enjoyed it. If u like it, review. If you hate it, review. If you don't care either way, review.

Peace out, Home Dawgs.