Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. If I did... well, it wouldn't be a family game anymore. I also don't own the motorcycles that'll be in this story. I found their pictures on the internet and they are owned by their respective owners. Don't sue me!

I've had an idea for this story for a while now and I've just now got the first chapter down and uploaded. Don't expect me to update everyweek, because I probably won't. I might, but don't get your hopes up.

A stressed, bored sigh laced with sadness seemed to echo within a small, toothpaste-colored Honda Civic, cruising down the slightly busy streets. Outside the car, various types of people made their way around town. Some entered building, some left buildings, some were putting quarters in parking meters, and others were simply conversing with one another, talking about their day or about the weather which was chilly, as usual.

"Mom, why'd we have to move?" a teenaged boy's voice asked an older woman inside in the Civic.

The woman sighed, giving off the impression that the same question was asked before, probably frequently. "Sora, I've told you the answer already. Besides, isn't the change of scenery nice?"

It was true, the woman had told him before that the reason for them driving across the country from California was to move in with her husband. The man had told them to stay behind until he had found somewhere suitable to live in the new city. All of a sudden, a few days before, he called them and said that he had finally found a lovely house.

Pouting faintly, Sora turned his gaze back out the window, just barely hearing his mother say, "We're almost there."

'Wonderful,' the boy thought to himself, watching the tall, dirty-looking building pass. He rolled his window as far down as he could -- it wouldn't go all of the way down because of the child safely whatever-the-heck-it's-called -- and his nose immediately scrunched up at the unbareable smell of burnt sugar filling his nostrils. Glancing up at a far-off building across the river and bridge they were crossing, Sora saw that the odor was coming from a Quaker Oats factory. The smell seemed to engulf all of his senses as the breeze carried the smell into the car and played with a few strands of his deep-brown hair that was spiked up in random directios. He clutched a hand to his nose. Just before he pressed the button to roll up his window, he heard a 'rrr'ing noise that he recognized instantly.

Motorcycles.

He had always loved motorcycles. The brunette didn't know why, but he had always been drawn to them.

Sora perked up at the familiar sound and stuck his head out of the window, looking for the bike that produced the wonderful noise. Ignoring his mother's please to keep his body within the car, he leaned further out of the Civic that was not temporarily stopped at a stoplight. Sora's eyes lit up when he finally saw the motorcycles.

About five different bikes drove up to the side of the car and stopped at the stoplight, each a different type and color. Sora couldn't tell what the bikers looked like, since they were all wearing full-head motorcycle helmets, but his face still lit up with a bright smile.

The boy's blue eyes blinked a few times when the person on the silver, Honda Shadow Aero turned their head to face him. Sora felt his breath hitch as the biker flipped up the visor on their silver helmet and his gaze met the gaze of the most brilliant blue-green eyes he had ever seen. Judging by the structure of their pale face and their, well... lack of breasts, he safetly assumed that this person was male.

"Hey, yo! Riku!"

Sora saw the greenblue-eyed male's eyes crinkle in the corner as if he were smiling -- or smirking? -- at him before turning his attention at the person on the customized red and black Yamaha V Star 1300 beside him who had tried to get his attention earlier.

"Want to race?" the biker on the V Star asked and Riku just flipped hit visor back down and revved up his silver motorcycle in response, causing the other three bikers to shake their heads faintly at them.

"Ready?" Sora heard Riku ask and he couldn't stop a smile from forming on his face at the sound of the other male's voice.

"Set?"

"Sora honey, you need to get back inside the car. The light just turned green," the boy heard his mother say.

"Go!"

Sora watched as the motorcycles sped off and then hesitantly pulled himself beack inside the Civic. He wondered if he'd ever see this 'Riku' and those bikers again.

"Sora, we're here. Wake up, sweetie."

The brown-haired boy was brought into consciousness by his mother's voice and her hand barely touching his forehead when she brushed some hair out of his eyes.

'Weird, I don't remember falling asleep, he thought as he swatted the woman's hand away. Car rides always seemed to make him tired, no matter how long or short they were. Sora's mother stepped out of the way and let Sora get out of the car.

"Will you help me carry our things into the house? I'll let your father know that we've arrived," the woman said, watching as her son stretched his arms and legs.

Sora nodded after his mother and made his way to the trunk of the car. He opened the trunk and heaved the three or four luggage bags out of the car and onto the floor of the street with a 'thud', soon to jump a few feet in the air at an unknown male's voice greeting him with a simple, "Hey."

When he turned his head toward the sourcce of the sudden voice, deep-blue eyes met another boy's paler blue.

"...Hey?" Sora replied, blinking uncertainly.

"You just moved in here, right? I'm Roxas," the other boy said, holding out his hand. "I live next door."

Sora stared at the extended hand for a few moments before raising an eyebrow and grinning.

It was uncanny how much Roxas looked like himself. The only difference was the shade of blue of their eyes and Roxas' dirty blonde hair. He would have to ask his mom later if he was separated at birth and if she ever knew a boy named Roxas.

"Your parents asked you to introduce yourself, didn't they?" Sora asked, still grinning.

"No, actually, my parents are out of town until early tomorrow morning. I have a few friends over and we saw you through the window getting luggage out of your car," Roxas explained, pointing toward the house to the right of his.

Sora turned his head to the house the blonde was pointing at and frowned slightly when he saw that the house was bigger than his.

"Do you want to come over and hang out with us?"

The brown-haired boy turned his head sharply at the question, blinking a few times. He wasn't expecting the other to want to hang out with him. A bright smile took over his face after a few moments.

"Sure, but I have to finish taking these bags inside with my mom and then let her known where I'm going," he said, lifting up two of the bags and slinging one over each shoulder.

"I'll help," he head Roxas say, the trunk of the car emitting a 'bang' when shut soon after.

The two boys carried the bags into the house and dropped them in a living room looking room. Sora was surprised how big the house seemed from the inside. Outside, it seemed a lot smaller. Somewhere in the back of his mind as he gazed at everything that was placed within the room, the dark-haired boy wondered how his father filled the house with furniture and other things. Or rather, how did he get so much money so fast? Shrugging it off, Sora called into the house, "Mom, it's done!"

His mom then entered the room, not seeming to notice Roxas' presence yet. "Oh, sorry honey. I got caught up with talking with your father. Did you carry the bags alright?"

"Yeah, I did," Sora responded with an almost inaudible groan "I had a little help from Roxas, who lives next door."

"Oh?" Sora's mother blinked toward Roxas who waved softly from beside Sora. "Well, nice to meet you, Roxas, and thanks for helping."

Roxas nodded. "No problem."

Sora smiled from his mother to Roxas before his head suddenly snapped back to his mother. "Oh! Hey, mom?" Sora asked, remembering the blonde's offer from before.

The woman turned toward her son, letting him know he could continue.

"Can I hang out at Roxas' for a while?"

The woman smiled. "Sure, but be sure to be back by dinner."

What was he, 10? A massive grin appeared on Sora's face at the words. "Thanks mom! I love you." With that, Sora pecked his mom on the cheek and shot out of the house, Roxas leaving soon after quite calmly, waving to the other boy's mom as he did so.

After the boys left, Sora's mother shook her head, smiling. "Boys will be boys..."


He was overcome with pure ecstacy. The wind kissed the nape of his neck, which was left visible by his customized full-head helmet, leaving behind a pleasurable tingle that crawled slowly down his spine. Never in his life did he imagine having a bike of his own -- his own to ride as he wished. It was nice bike. It was exactly as he always dreamed his bike would be. It was customized and looked much like his white and silver helmet. The bike's body was white -- decorated with shining, silver flames -- the pipes, metalwork, tires, and seat were all black. It was simply magnificent

The dark handlebars felt warm, yet cooling to his touch. As he glided down the cleared street, he felt as if he were flying. In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised if the motorcycle took off into the sky like that car from Grease. It did have a small, silver, metal wings attached to the back.

Suddenly, his bike flew into the opposite lane, heading toward oncoming traffic. He felt his heart thud violently against his ribcage as a semi's blinding headlights shot into his eyes. It was as if he were frozen in fear. He tried to jolt his bike back into the right lane, but he couldn't. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't even blink. The last thing he heard before the semi crashed into him was the screeching horn of the semi, and the last thing he saw was a picture of a blue-green eyed male with long, silvery hair flashing before his eyes.

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Sora awoke with a gasp, breathing heavily and drenched with cold sweat.

'Damn. What was that dream about?!' the boy thought, blinking and shaking his head a couple times, trying to calm down his nerves. When he felt that he was calm enough, he glanced over to his plain, black, digital clock.

3:52 AM. Crap.

Why'd he have to wake up this early on a Sunday? Groaning, Sora fell back onto his twin-sized bed and shut his eyes. Grand... now he probably wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. An idea of calling Roxas crossed his mind, but he figured the blonde would still be asleep. Especially after the day before.

Sora couldn't hold back a snicker at the memory of a crazed redhead abruptly running into Roxas' house while they were hanging out and asked if he could take Roxas out to dinner. He was shoved out of the house by a rather red-faced Roxas a few minutes afterward with Roxas muttering something about stupid redheads bursting in at the completely wrong time. Roxas then returned and explained --the others laughing behind him -- that the guy's name was Axel and he, apparently, had a thing for Roxas. Him barging in and asking him out to dinner was just a daily thing.

The brunette snickered again. It had only been a few hours, but he had already started to settle down and meet new people. He glanced back over to his clock and saw that it was only a few minutes past four. Sighing, he decided that he should probably get back to sleep. Who knew what people he'd meet later?

Finally I've posted the first chapter. Yaaaaay!

I've got pictures of the bikes on my profile, so go look if you'd like. See if you can guess who rides which bike. I'll give you a clue, there are four guys and one girl in the biker gang. Obviously, one of the bikers is Riku and I'm pretty sure you can tell what bike he rides, if you paid attention.

Anyways, I've babbled enough. Review? Please? -cheesygrin-

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