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Disclaimer-n./v.- A repudiation or denial of responsibility or connection.
(Something said to save one's ass)
DISCLAIMER: I do not support or like yaoi, this story is only to satisfy Kin and the evil plot bunnies. Feel free to review.
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Prologue: The Way Things Used to Be
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"Name?"
"Sora."
"Last name?"
"Sora."
"LAST NAME?"
"S-O-R-A!"
"Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaast Name?"
The spikey-haired tan boy sat next to the fiery red-haired man, as he penciled in the name triumphantly as Sora muttered his name lowly. His Sora was an ass. Just the way he liked him. The red hair, pushing up from the older man's scalp contrasted greatly
to his ebony coat, flowing freely down to his ankles. Two silver tassles hung down from his neck, highlighting his slightly pale skin. He wrapped his arm around Sora and smiled slightly, brushing a stray strand away from his soft face. Or at least, Sora would have imagined it that way.
Really, they were two adolescents, ransacking the rich people's house across the way. Axel grinned at his partner in crime,
"We really struck gold this time, huh, Sora?"
"Damn straight!" Sora said leaning over and going through a dresser full of sparkly golden valuables.
Axel stood up, stretching out in his pair of blue jeans and raggedy white tee, with the sides ever so slightly burned. He pulled up the Post-It from it's sticky and placed it on the mirror, and it read:
WELCOME TO TWILIGHT TOWN!
-AXEL AND SORA-
A sarcastic note to the filthy rich owners of the huge mansion which Little Sora and Little Axel were ransacking. Sora looked up at his compadre and grinned, producing a couple of necklaces from the drawers of the dresser. It would be a pretty room, the room they were in, if it hadn't
been in utter chaos from Axel and Sora. It was white, completely white, with a long white four-poster bed, the only thing that had any color on it in fact, was the dresser in which the two boys were going through. And that was only because it was lined in gold, which the boys had also
ripped out. Axel looked outwards to the sky, cerulean blue. Beautiful. But, these scene of tranquility and beauty was completely ruined by the shattered window directly underneath it. These punks were smart, they hadn't broken through the bottom doors of the mansion, but rather aimed
for the bedroom on the second floor with a weapon with a sturdy rope tied to it. It was then that Sora, stood, and stuffing his shirt with golden pretties he jumped down, doing the fireman-thang on the rope, with Axel not far behind.
Unfortunately, they were never caught.
It always made Sora wonder, if they had been caught, would their destinies have been different?