Kiss Me I'm Contagious – A Kingdom Hearts story. AkuRoku, SoRiku, Zemyx, etc.
Prologue.

"'Never apologize for saying what you feel, it's like saying sorry for being real.' Huh, pretty good piece of advice!" exclaiming to no one in particular, as the 6ft 1, flaming red head stood in the middle of the path that lead to the schools car park. Just about everyone had gone by now, only the odd straggler wondering about due to possible after school detentions, well, that was the red heads excuse anyway. As the 19year old examined the piece of paper that had flown and glued itself to his face, he took a closer look at the writing style. Yup, definitely a girls. It was way too neat, and had a slight slant to the right. Not to mention it looked ripped off the bottom of someone's notebook. But either way, the advice was still pretty good, and whatever divine entity ruled, they wanted him to know this piece of information. So taking one last look over the words, he oh-so-carefully shoved it in his bag, to be forgotten till the end of the year when he emptied it out.

Strolling over to his car, a dark almost blood red coloured 1968 Chevrolet Camaro, he expertly slid through the driver side window, threw his bag on the passenger seat, and gunned it out the parking lot, stirring leaves and dust to follow behind in his wake.
Zooming down empty streets, the red head abruptly turned into the driveway of a two floor detached house, the roof slanted low so it looked like the second floor windows were coming out of it.
Pulling out a small controller from the glove box, the red head pushed one of the two buttons, and the garage door jarred itself to life. Carefully rolling into the space and closing the shutter behind, he grabbed his school bag and opened the car door, walking through the adjoined door to the kitchen where he found his older brother sat munching on HIS poptarts.

"HEY! What the hell do you think you're doing, Reno!" said red head turned around to face his pissed sibling as his food was snatched from his hand.
"HEY! What the hell do you think you're doing!" Reno made a grab for it, just as it was shoved into the younger's mouth.
"Argh! Axel! That was mine! I've been shopping you idiot, can't you see the bags? I got my own damned poptarts." Reno pointed to the three paper shopping bags, the first one having fallen over to show food spilling out over the counter. It had probably had the poptarts in it.

Axel blinked twice before grabbing the plate Reno had been using and spitting the poptart back out onto it. "There you go bro! Don't waste it now! Eheh" Axel said, placing the plate back on the table in front of Reno while sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh gee. Thanks. You could have just eaten it, and I'd have had one of yours. This is going to go to waste now, who'd want your germy germs…" Reno pushed his plate away with a grimace, while Axel wondered through to the other room, calling out for Fenrir, their fluffy kitten with a fiery personality. And an endless pit of a stomach. It eats everything you put in front of it. It already has a bit of a fat belly starting to appear, but it just managed to make her even cuter.
Fenrir came skidding round the corner, and bolted through the teen's legs before jumping up onto Reno's lap to get view of the food, standing on her hind legs, front paws on the table, nose leading her forwards to the mushed 'tart.
"*sigh* only The Pit would have your germy food."
"Hey! She's called Fenrir or Fen for short!" Axel scolded his older brother, even though Reno was the one to get her, he shouldn't be calling her silly and uncute names like that.

"Anyway, I'm off to my room. See ya!" and with that, Axel picked up his forgotten bag and trudged up the stairs, towards the last door on the left.
Cranking his iPod to a reasonable level, Axel stripped and sprawled out on his bed, clad only in his boxers, and closed his eyes, listening to the words and picturing the story to go with it, and as he was just drifting off past the point of no return, he silently cursed the shuffle setting as 'Goodbye My Lover' came on, throwing his dreaming mind to a distant place where storm clouds raged, and where a funeral was being held. He was stood next to the closed coffin of someone very close to him, but he didn't know who they were. Tears were falling from his eyes as he collapsed, clutching at his chest, over his heart, as he felt it starting to shatter. Curling into a tight ball, the tears blurring his vision as it started to fade into black…

Axel woke in the same position, still clutching at his heart, as tears wet the pillow beneath him. Gasping to regain himself, he pushed himself up on shaking arms. Looking at his clock, the red lights read 3:20am. It wasn't the first time he'd had this dream, the death of the unknown person. And he didn't know why it seemed to affect him so much. He had no idea who this mysterious person was. He just felt this ache in his chest like he'd lost a part of him. The feeling soon went away, but it haunted him every time he closed his eyes to try get back to sleep.

Suddenly he was remembering the piece of paper that flew in his face the previous day, and he couldn't get it out of his head. What meaning did it have other than some advice? Sighing, he got out of bed and searched for his bag. Rooting through it for a good 15 minutes, he finally clasped onto it and pulled it out to check it over once again.

He stared at those words for a few minutes, trying to figure out why he was drawn to them, when he thought to check the other side. Turning it over he saw more writing, in different handwriting, scrawled but neat if you stared at it for longer than two seconds.
'The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves... Until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.'
"Wow, that's quite depressing…" he suddenly got a scent of something definitely masculine emitting from the paper. Which made him change his mind on it being a girl. "Ahh an emo kid. Best ask Zexion if he recognizes the handwriting." Axel felt a bit better at this, so placing the piece of paper back in his bag, he returned to his bed, flipped his pillow over to the dry side, and was out in seconds from his head hitting the pillow.

-Meanwhile Elsewhere -

Day 14, Sunday, 3-something-am.

It's that dream again, and even though I'm awake, I can't stop thinking about them crying. who is it? Argh. I'm too tired to put a correct time, I just had to write down that it's the third time I've had the same dream now. I still can't figure out who it is. I only have my two brothers and my dad. I left all my friends behind when we'd moved schools. So who could it be? ~ end~

Closing the Notebook with a sigh and placing it back under his pillow for safe keeping, the Blond, blue eyed male got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen for a drink to cure his dry throat. Pouring the water, he heard soft footsteps making their way towards him, so he got out another glass to pour his twin one. Turning around with a drink in each hand, he found him sat at the island, arms folded on the top with messy spiked brown hair resting on them, covering the face.

"Here you go, Sora." Hearing his name, Sora sat up as he yawned and gratefully took a sip of the water.
"Thanks, Roxas. So how come you're up this early?" whispered Sora as he watched his brother take a hefty gulp of water, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth to clean up the excess that had missed, and move to put his glass in the sink.
"You know, the usual." Roxas shrugged as he lent against the side counter, facing his brother.
"That dream where someone is crying? Or the one where you're chasing after someone in a long black coat, hood covering their features and they disappear into some black portal but their hand is reaching out for you to take it?"

Damn, his brother remembered his dreams despite telling him at early hours of the morning. But he wasn't going to say it bothered him, he knew the two main dreams he was likely to have, if at all and it felt good to tell someone about them.

"The one with the person crying, god it's like torture, Sora. They sound so heart broken, like they've just lost their soul mate or something. It sounds worse than dad did…" Roxas looked down at the floor, running a hand through his own messy spikes, willing that horrid memory to stay hidden and locked away.
"It's gotten worse? The crying?" Sora looked worriedly at his brother; Roxas didn't handle other people's emotions too well. He seemed to feel what they felt. If someone was happy around him, he was happy. If they were sad, he would be sad too. Sora on the other hand, he was just a big glowing ball of sunshine, radiating warmth and happiness where ever he went, he always had a group of friends around him. But Roxas, on the other hand, he hadn't handled the move to a new school that well, he hid in the library during breaks and free periods, making little to no contact with anyone unless absolutely necessary. But he didn't care, he was happy with that. Or he was. Who knew he'd miss having friends who cared?

"Hey, Roxas… get back to bed. You're gonna fall asleep 'nd fall over in a minute." Sora had gotten up, put his glass in the sink, and was now poking his brother in the side to wake him up.

"Mmmm in a minute…" Roxas batted his hand away, and resumed his posture of arms folded over his chest, head bowed down, and legs spread apart enough to keep him upright.
Sora rolled his eyes, and all but threw Roxas over his shoulder, carrying him up the stairs with a little difficulty due to Roxas wiggling to get out of his, surprisingly strong, brothers arms.
"Heeeere you go. Now off to bed with you." Dropping his twin on the floor, Sora stood and watched as his brother crawled into his room, and stuck his tongue out at him over his shoulder before shutting his bedroom door with his foot.

"Stupid Sora being freakishly strong but looking weak and frail…" Roxas grumbled under his breath as he collapsed on his bed, managing to half drag the covers over him before sleep claimed him.

A/N: Bare with me, this is an intro chapter for some of the characters, so if it seems a bit dull and rushed, and bits don't make sense (like the diary entry dates)… it'll make sense in future chapters, and I'll try not to make them all like this... unless you like it... um... review? haha anyway… onto the next chapter! (update in a couple days)