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Prologue: Where are we moving to?

The sky over Twilight Town was fully risen, shining it's magnificent orange rays across the city. One daring ray shot straight down towards the eastern suburbs of the city, weaving its way over the sprawling tan terrace roofs of the houses moving closer and closer to its destination. The ray began glowing and glowing, focusing its energy until it gathered enough power to penetrate the blackout blinds of a certain bedroom.

The ray had reached its destination, beneath the blackout blind adorned window was a single bed laid out horizontally against the cream coloured window wall. In fact all four walls of this bedroom were cream, a plain cream that mirrored the rest of the room: the cream door that stood closed on the opposite wall of the room to the window; the cream closet door that stood fully open to the left of the bedroom door itself, clothes thrown out haphazardly onto the floor; to the right of the closet door was a cream chest of drawers, all drawers emptied of their contents.

The entire room, save few exceptions, was cream, chosen by the room's occupant for one sole reason, because cream was dull, it radiated no emotion: no excitement, no joy, so much of one boring colour was very uninviting, and that was exactly how the boy wanted it, he wanted to be left alone. Although he loved his family and few close friends dearly, he hated the outside world, because he knew that if you open the door for the outside world, it'll charge straight in, play with your emotions, toy with you, and leave you broken.

Everything the boy could possibly want was in his room anyway, on the wall past the foot of his bed, the one to the right of the door to his room, was attached a 28 inch LCD TV, hooked up to both a PS3 and a Xbox 360, allowing for the ultimate gaming experience (so the companies advertised) as well as maximum comfort (the latter could be vouched for by the boy). Next to the consoles was the boy's desk and chair, utilised for homework as well as computer gaming on the boy's large desktop computer. To say it was a teenage boy's paradise was an understatement, yet to the boy it wasn't about paradise, it was about survival, he used homework and video games to escape from himself, from his life, because he hated his life and could only bear the real world for so long before he had to immerse himself in something that was far removed for it. Of course, the machines were a sleek black, absorbing any vivid colours around them, and the chair and desk were cream, matching the cream and black bedspread. Truly the boy's room was not a place anyone looking for excitement would venture... exactly as it needed to be.

The blond boy, despite his eyes being firmly shut, couldn't withstand the intensity of the previous intruding ray for long; he furrowed his eyebrows and squinted his eyes in a vein attempt to repel the intruding sunlight. However, to no avail, the boy groaned, rolling onto his other side, facing away from the window and that damned ray of sunlight, wearily opening his left eye.

'ROOOOXAAAAS! Mom says you have to get up and pack!' shrieked the high pitched voice of his nine year old sister Marlene up the stairs, penetrating the wood of his bedroom door with her voice.

Clearly the heavens had conspired against Roxas Strife this morning, neither the sun nor his family were going to allow him to hide from the world on what would be a hectic day.

Sitting up in his bed, Roxas Strife tiredly brought his right hand to comb through his bright blond spikey bed hair, refreshing a few of the spikes into more pointy incarnations of his usual gravity-defying hair. Pushing back the cream and black covers of his bed, Roxas moved his legs around so that he could sit on the edge of this bed.

Roxas wiped the sleep from his eyes, allowing a great yawn to escape before he stood from his place of slumber and walked over the cream and black checkered carpet to his bedroom door. Opening the door by the handle, Roxas, still in a haze of tiredness, padded down the hallway of the second floor of the Strife household into the family bathroom.

Closing the door and locking it, Roxas crossed across the large bathroom and peered into the mirror, revealing a slim, pale teenager with blond spikey hair, dressed in a loose grey Twlight Town Struggle League Team t-shirt with said team's logo painted across the front, accompanying the t-shirt was a pair of white boxers shorts, adorned with a black waistland that clung to his thin hips and thighs. Most importantly though, was the pair of insanely bright blue eyes as deep and troubled as the ocean that matched Roxas' stare, a stare full of sadness.

Sighing heavily, not even bothering to smile at his own figure in the mirror, Roxas stripped and began his morning ritual of showering, washing himself, everything a normal person would do when getting ready to face the world. Except Roxas' routine differed from that of anyone else, his also included sitting down in the warm spray of the shower, allowing himself to be overwhelmed by its heat and simply crying. Roxas would cry for at least 15 mintues every morning and every evening in the comfort of the shower's spray, his family all knew that was what he spent so much time in the shower for, they could hear his sobbing quite clearly after all, and they knew never to comment about it (his older brother Cloud had once made a joke when Roxas was 13 about Roxas masturbating and pretending to cry, Roxas didn't speak to him for about 6 weeks after that, until Cloud bought him the expansion pack for his favourite computer video game as a way of saying sorry).

Finishing his routine, Roxas shuffled his way back to his safe haven from the world and dressed himself in a black t-shirt with a short sleeved white jacket accompanied by pure black boxers and white jeans with black pocket patches. Besides being his favourite and most worn outfit, Roxas had packed all of his clothes away into 2 suitcases, both of which lay on the ground at the side of his chest of drawers. In fact, everything had been packed away, all of his consoles, books, everything except for the photos in frames that stood as the centre pieces on top of both his drawers and desk.

Glancing his eyes over each photo in turn, Roxas smiled his first smile of the day, but like everyday, it was a smile embedded with sorrow and longing for the images portrayed on the photos: two young boys varying between the ages of 3 and 6 stared back at Roxas, one was Roxas himself, a tanned, bright-eyed previous form of himself that he could scarsely believe was him once, the boy looked so happy, like he truly loved life (how the two forms of Roxas staring at each other differed)... Or maybe it was that he loved the other boy in the photo, a boy of very similar age, exactly the same height as Roxas himself, with shockingly pointy, chocolate brown hair that defied gravity as equally as Roxas' did.

The chocolate haired boy, in this particular photo, one of the two boys at the beach when they were both 5 clad in their swimming trunks, had great blue eyes, they were the same colour as Roxas' in fact, but whilst his represented the wonderous blue sea, this boy's shone with the glory of the cloudless sky. Roxas smile deepened as he observed the boys embracing each other on the sands of one of Destiny Island's beautiful beaches, looking at the camera with their cheeks touching, smiling a smile of pure happiness.

Roxas, even through the decade old photo, could feel the happiness eminating from the boys... but most of all he could feel and remember the love he once shared with this chocolate haired angel.

'Roxas, for God's sake, come and get your breakfast, we need to be on the road by 12!' Shouted Roxas' father Cid up the staires.

'Okay I'm coming!' Roxas returned.

Peeling his eyes away from the photo, he carefully placed each photo into a few layers of bubble wrap and placed them into a thick cardboard box, with the words 'fragile', 'this way up' and 'be careful' plastered on every inch of it. Turning to his bed he sought his final two possessions that remained unpacked, which also happened to be his most treasured possessions of all, even beyond the consoles and video games, even beyond the photos.

The first he found hanging on the cornerpost of his bed, a beautiful silver necklace in the shape of a pointed cross attached to a silver chain, a gift from the chocolate haired angel for his 6th birthday. Roxas took the chain in his right hand and quickly secured it around his neck, sometimes he was afraid he would wake up and find the necklace missing, simply put he needed to know where his necklace was at all times, it was after all his most precious treasure.

Smiling at the chain safetly around his neck, Roxas slid his hands underneath his pillow in search of his other most prized possession, and... found it missing. Found it missing!?

'Shit, where the hell is it!' Roxas screamed quietly, panic clutching his heart as he turned his bed upside down in his search. Throwing back the bed covers completely the panic dissapated as Roxas caught sight of a small, much under-sized bright blue t-shirt, remembering that he had been feeling sad the night before and felt the need to snuggle into the safety that the t-shirt provided him with. This was Roxas' solution to any bad thoughts or feelings before bed: grab the t-shirt and cuddle it like his life depended on it (sometimes he wondered if it did).

Picking it up Roxas examined the front of it where a photograph had been scanned onto the soft fabric.

The photo was another from the collection of Roxas and the chocolate haired boy, this time the two were sitting on the sofa of the chocolate haired boy's living room, arms slung around each other as they smiled at the camera, sitting as close as possible, relishing the other's presence. Turning the t-shirt around to look at the back, words were written in personal handwriting, clearly written yet obviously belonging to a 6 year old.

Roxas read the words to himself, 'Roxas, don't ever forget me, I love you and I'll love you forever and ever. Love -' Roxas refused to read the boy's name, it was hard enough to look at photos of him, if he heard or thought his name, he might... well that doesn't matter, those thoughts were far in the past for Roxas (he hoped). Roxas put the t-shirt amongst the photos in the labelled box, lest the pain squeezing his heart go on any longer. Finally, Roxas packed his checkered bed sheets away before heading down the hallway of the second floor. Reaching the stairs, he listened intently for a second at the top of the stairs.

'Are you telling me he still doesn't bloody know where we're moving to?' Came Cid's deep, gruff voice.

'I don't want to upset him, this is going to be difficult enough for Roxas, telling him right now or up to this point would have been a terrible idea... and you know that Cid.' Returned the sweet, motherly voice of Ashe Strife, although Roxas could tell she was a tad defensive of her rational being questioned.

'hmf' was the only response she got before Roxas' father took his breakfast plate to the sink, placing it inside the washing bowl.

Just then a knock came at the door of the Strife household, Cid crossed out of the large kitchen, through the very spacious living room into the main hallway of the house, opened the door and stepped out to greet the furniture movers, shutting the door behind him after pulling out a cigarette.

'What's that supposed to mean...' Roxas mumbled to himself in a mixture of confusion and the sleepiness that still plagued him. Roxas' pout however was soon over as he received a soft yet firm shove to the side.

'You could have said excuse me you know, Cloud'.

A much deeper voice (but not as deep as Cid's that's for sure) quickly offered a retort, 'Morning shorty, I'm hungry'. Roxas' older brother Cloud was 3 years older than him, whilst Roxas was about to start his second year of highschool, Cloud had just finished highschool before summer started and was experiencing the world of work through his father's work connection for a year before starting college.

The older Strife had similar blond spikes to his brother except with a much darker shade of blond. Cloud Strife also boasted impressive muscles from his many years of service amongst the elite in the regional struggle league, Roxas himself had gone undefeated from the age of 7 until the age of 13 in every struggle league match he competed in, however, illness had retired Roxas early. Roxas' retirement hadn't bothered him one bit though, in fact his only reason for continuing to struggle after the family moved from Destiny Islands was because of a promise he had made to Him. By that point, he hated Him, because He was a lying bastard, He was the reason for Roxas' illness, He destroyed everything in Roxas' life...

Ruffling Roxas' spikes, the taller blond forced his younger brother to obey him and allow him passage down the stairs, the threat of Cloud messing up Roxas' spikes was ever-present, it had been an effective way of annoying Roxas since he was a toddler, and the shorter blond preferred avoiding it as much as possible, thus giving into Cloud's demands was a frequent occassion for Roxas.

The younger blond descended the stairs into the 1st floor hallway, taking a 180 turn as he reached the bottom. Moving through the caramel-walled hallway of his house, Roxas passed various hung pictures of the family, taken in what had been their home for the past (almost) 10 years.

'Good morning, Honey!' Ashe greeted her son as Roxas entered the family kitchen, taking his usual seat to the left of Cloud, opposite his mother. Ashe Strife's gentle coloured hair, a mixture of straw and strawberry that glowed with positive energy, she had always had rich and beautifully coloured hair, but ever since the illness of her youngest son, she had imbued herself with all the positiveness she could, and literally glowed with it. Ashe's face was round with prominent cheek bones, a mother's face...it suited her perfectly, angelic was a word that would suit it.

'Morning, Mom..' Roxas returned glumly. Roxas knew his father had just left the house through the front door, explaining the empty seat to his left at the head of the table. The question remained though, an empty seat to the left of his mother, opposite Cloud.. where was Marlene...

'Raaaaaaaaaaaawr!' Screamed Marlene Strife as she attacked the back of Roxas' neck in a bear hug, encircling her arms around his torso.

'Geroff me Marlene' Returned Roxas as he struggled to untie his sister's arms from around him and push her onto Cloud who, unlike his younger brother, returned the 9 year old's hug. Marlene Strife had shoulder length light brown hair and a similar angelic face to her mother, although she was far from angelic by nature, especially when it came to annoying Roxas, she took too much pleasure in teasing the serious teen.

'hmf, you're always so Grumpy, Roxie.' Marlene sing-songed.

'How many times have I told you to never call me that, Marlene...ever!' Snapped Roxas as he poured himself a bowl of cornflakes and orange juice.

'Roxas, how many times have I told you: don't shout at your sister over a silly nickname.' commanded Ashe.

Marlene blew a raspberry at Roxas once Ashe had turned her back, skipping out of the room, clearly happy at her brother's scalding.

Roxas rolled his eyes and munched a few mouthfuls of his cereal before looking up at his mother, who was staring fondly out the window whilst drinking her coffee. Ashe was staring out at the oak tree in the backgarden.

'Mom..' Roxas ventured with his angsty-as-ever voice.

'Yes, Honey?' Ashe returned sweetly, reluctantly ending her gazing.

Probably reminiscing... thought Roxas to himself.

'Are you guys gonna tell me where we're actually moving to yet?'

'Hmm? Oh don't worry about that, just make sure you're all packed up to go.' Ashe smiled back at her youngest son.

'I am packed. I want to know where we're moving. This is my life and my home that you and dad have once again decided to pick up and move. AGAIN.' Roxas emphasised the last word for effect.

'Little guy's got a point, Mom...' Cloud added.

'All you need to know is that we're moving. AND that we need to be on the road by 12. If we make good time, we might even be able to meet our new neighbours when we get there!' Ashe returned with all the positiveness she could muster in the face of a dual onslaught from her boys.

'I'm not little, Cloud!' Roxas snapped after a final mouthful of his cereal.

'Roxas, you just asked to find out where we're moving to, I try and help you, and you snap at me for calling you little. Seriously, priorities right now.' Cloud huffed at his brother.

'Whatever...' Roxas shuffled from his seat at the kitchen dining table and excited out of the front door of the family house.

Almost all of the furniture had been carted out and loaded into moving trucks, as well as the packed boxes. Roxas took one final glance up the street where he had lived for so many years of his life.

More like existed. I haven't lived since He... No. Roxas would not think about this right now, he would not.

Shifting his glance back down the rest of the street, Roxas admired the suburban houses, the oak trees that took root around the area. Roxas even took the time to look at the identical suburban gardens ranging from house to house...

So unimaginative, I bet each and every person just copied their neighbour. I wonder if the interiors are... Roxas didn't have time to finish his musings on the boring lives of neighbours he didn't know before a flash of red crossed into his peripheral vision.

THUD. Roxas was suddenly on his back, he could feel the grass underneath him and see the now blue but clouded sky above him. However, what really caught his vision was the mass of red points and emerald eyes on top of him.

'How about a hug or a handshake next time huh, Axel?' Roxas questioned through a fit of laughs as he pushed the owner of the red pointed hair off of him.

'Just wanted to make sure you wouldn't forget our final moment together before you left me behind!' Axel placed his hand over his heart and faked sobbing.

Axel Sakura had been Roxas' bestfrie.. no he couldn't give that title to anyone, not even Axel, not since Him... Axel had been Roxas' closest friend since he moved to Twilight Town, althought Roxas hadn't accepted Axel's friendship until they were 8 years old.

It has been almost 8 years since we became friends, maybe he could be my bestfrie... no, no one can be, calling him that would taint our friendship, ruin it, just like it did with Him... Roxas thought deeply.

The redhead was a whole foot taller than Roxas now, as tall as Cloud, but he was lanky instead of muscular, despite Axel's vast struggling experience, the teenager was cunning and fast, not a powerhouse. His emerald green eyes reflected his cunning nature, he could tell what you were thinking with his piercing gaze... in fact, he often understood Roxas better than Roxas understood himself, maybe that's why they had gotten close. The fact that Roxas had let anybody get close to him was a total surprise to his family, the lonely boy had found a new friend... a true mystery to the Strife household when it first occurred.

'I'm sorry, who are you again?' Roxas joked, still laughing.

'Name's Axel, got it memorised?' Axel returned with an extended hand and toothy grin.

'A-X-E-L?' Roxas spelled out, accepting the offered hand, hmm okay I can try and remember that.' Roxas joked back once more.

'You better, Rox!' Axel pulled Roxas into a hug.

Roxas returned the hug, truly sad he would be leaving a good friend behind.

AGAIN. Leaving a good friend behind AGAIN. Roxas' mind screamed at him.

A tear sprang from Roxas' left eye as he buried his head into Axel's chest, relishing the contact, it would be a long time until he came to visit Axel and hugged another person who wasn't in the Strife family.

'This isn't goodbye, Rox. It's never goodbye, it's just a see you later, okay?' Axel cooed into Roxas' right ear.

'Yeah, I know.' Roxas smiled up at his friend.

'Hey Rox! You aren't leaving without saying goodbye to us are ya!?' Shouted a high feminine voice.

Roxas' only other two friends, Xion and Demyx hurried up behind Axel and piled into the hug, the four of them enjoying their last moments together as a unit. Christmas would be the earliest they could all be together again... and who knows if a relative demands one of their presences and Christmas turns into summer, or the Christmas next year... who knows how long their separation would be for. That was why Roxas needed the comfort of the hug to last as long as possible, because he knew the excruciating pain that time apart from those you love can cause. He had taught Roxas that lesson.

Roxas puffed Xion's black, shoulder length hair out of his face, the girl was a little shorter than Roxas, so naturally her hair was attempting to suffocate Roxas in the intense bearhug that was in progress.

'It's not goodbye Xion, it's just a see you later. Right, Axel?' Roxas returned, looking between Xion's similarly ocean blue eyes and Axel's emerald ones.

'Atta boy, Rox!' Axel returned smiling, clearly pleased with his friend's rare optimisim.

'AND what about your most dear friend, Demyx!?' The loud voice of Demyx questioned.

'I don't think I'll ever forget that mullet or sitar any time soon, Dem...' Roxas jested.

'Good, because I'll always remember your grumpiness and anti social habits, not to mention those spikes, I mean do you gel those things up or were you born with them that spikey?' Demyx returned laughing, stengthening his grip on the group hug.

Finally the hug broke apart and the gang looked between each other, the three Twilight Towners smiling brighty as encouragement for Roxas (they knew they needed to support him and ignore their own sadness for the time being). Roxas, returned their smiles with a glum one of his own, preparing himself for the moment when he would leave his friends for the unknown once again.

Roxas chuckled to himself.

'What's so funny, Rox?' Axel half-chuckled alone.

'I really am gonna miss that ridiculous mullet of Demyx's!' Roxas chuckled harder as he gazed at the dirty blond haired teenager's mullet and light green eyes.

'Says you, Spikey hair!' Demyx returned whilst laughing.

Roxas couldn't contain his tears any longer, and his ocean blue eyes allowed the wet, warm tears to pour down his cheeks. The three others quickly reformed the group hug and tightened it, trying to reassure Roxas that all would be okay.

Roxas felt a hand land on his shoulder.

'Roxas, come on, we're ready to roll here and we're running late.' Cid half-whispered to his youngest son, knowing the pain Roxas was experiencing well, he had after all left behind his best friend in Destiny Islands, although that had seemed like a minor loss in comparison to the one Roxas suffered. After all, he and Zack still spoke by phone on occassion.

Roxas, however, didn't budge.

'Rox, I'm serious here, we gotta move.' Cid rephrased his previous statement.

Slowly the group disbanded from their hug and Roxas padded sadly over to the family vehicle, taking one last look of the house, he opened the back left passanger door of the white family car. Sitting down behind his father's driving seat, to the left of his little sister who was already watching one of the Twlight films for the millionth time on her IPad entranced, Roxas looked out of the window as the car drove off down the street, a place where he could now say he USED to live.

Cloud's gleaming midnight black motorbike which he had lovingly named Fenrir roared to life behind the family car as the two vehicles began following the moving crew down the street. Roxas secretly admired Cloud's bike greatly, but he would never, ever, let his older brother know that; Marlene on the otherhand took every opportunity to praise her oldest brother for his 'coolness', just another way the two younger Strife children differed in personality.

Roxas waved as hard as he could at his friends, who waved back, still smiling at him, not allowing themselves to seem sad, they needed to be sure Roxas knew he would see them again... they just had to. Allowing another tear to escape his eye, Roxas allowed himself to sob as he plugged his iPod into his ears and began listening to Miss You by Blink 182.

Don't waste your time on me, you're already a voice inside my head... I'll miss you, I'll miss you... Don't waste your time on me, you're already a voice inside my head... I'll miss you, I'll miss you...

How apt... Roxas mused to himself as the friends who had helped him survive Twilight Town slowly vanished from his sight.

'You guys gonna tell me where we're actually going yet, then?' Roxas voiced to his parents whislt stifling a yawn.

'Just close your eyes and sleep for a few hours, Roxas, it'll be a nice surprise when you wake up!' Ashe returned from beside Cid.

'Pfft whatever...' Roxas scoffed before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep in the comfort of Blink 182's lyrics.

Half an hour later, Cid Strife spoke to his wife, keeping his sharp eyes on the road ahead of him.

'Kids asleep or occupied, Ashe?'

'Let me look.' his wife returned.

Ashe turned in her seat, noting that Roxas was passed out, a smile on his face as he dreamed, murmuring a little in the process. Marlene was so preoccupied with her movie that it would take more than what would probably be a heated discussion to peel her away from her vampires.

'Hmm, they certainly seem so, yes. I think I know what this is about, Cid.' Ashe informed her husband as he continued to drive onwards

'Oh you do? Great, I won't have to spell it out for ya then, eh Dear? What happens when we get to the new house, sorry, OLD house, Roxas wakes up, sees where we've moved to and flips the - now pardon my French here, Honey - ehem'. Cid cleared his throat before continuing.

'What happens when Roxas wakes up, sees where we've moved to and flips the absolute fuck out?' Cid finished as he raised an eyebrow, still keeping his eyes on the road.

Ashe inhaled an excessive amount of air through her nose before replying. Resting her chin on her right palm with her elbow on the armrest.

'Well, Sweetie, if we hadn't of moved away from the perfect home, our perfect neighbours, our perfect life in Destiny Islands IN THE FIRST PLACE, we wouldn't be in this situation would we?' Ashe responded sharply.

'So this is MY fault then is it, Dear?' Cid curtly added.

'It was YOU who needed the promotion. It was YOU who wanted to be a big shot in the business world. It was YOU who wasn't satisfied with a very high five figure pay check, and just HAD to make it into the six figures with no regard as to your family's feelings on the matter.' Ashe retorted through gritted teeth whilst maintaining her usual gentle smile.

'No regard for feelings, eh? Sounds like me doesn't it, the man who wanted to provide his oldest son with a 'sweet motobike', as he put it when he was 8 years old. The man who heard his 5 year old little boy telling him he wanted to be a 'struggle league master', so moved him to the biggest struggle city in the country. THE MAN (Cid's voice had breached it's usual pitch now) who wanted to make his little newborn baby girl into a princess, and took the job that could make her one without fail. THE MAN who when his wife says 'Oh I want a diamond bracelet, Cid!', can go to any jewelry store in the city and walk out with the most expensive diamond anything he wants for his wife's desire!' Cid ranted, panting slightly from his monologue.

Taking a deep breath and huffing slightly, Cid continued.

'Please do not tell me I had no regard for your OR the kids' feelings, because it's a damn lie, Ashe. What happened with Rox was a tragedy, but dammit I wanted the best for all of us, and I'm trying to make it right here. I knew him and that boy were close, but jesus, Ashe, I had no idea what it would do to Rox if we moved; and as soon as I realised what I'd done, after all of that stuff happened, I started trying to make it right by moving us back, didn't I?' Cid finished.

Ashe was speechless... but after a few moments she knew she had to answer before Cid thought she was being uncaring towards HIS efforts.

'Cid, you're a wonderful father and husband. I know you're trying to fix this... and I really really love and appreciate you for it.' Ashe turned to her husband, smiling brightly with tears in the corners of her eyes; tears of happiness for her husband's heartfelt efforts, not tears of sadness. Ashe looked over at her husband who still drove onwards, a paragon of attentiveness to the road, yet she noticed a rare bright smile of his own had creeped over Cid's face.

Cid was in his early 40s, a shock of dark blond hair with dull spikes; whilst Marlene resembled her mother, Cloud was a much younger, unrinkled version of Cloud with a rounder face that he inherited from his mother. Cid's blue eyes had been passed onto Roxas, except Roxas' were much deeper and more wonderous to look at than his father's. Wearing a white vest and blue jeans for travelling, Cid looked much more calm than his usual business-Cid-self, it made Ashe happy to see her husband so relaxed, escpecially on what had been such a strenuous moving day already: they were running several hours late already after all!

Ashe and Cid settled back into a comfortable silence, not actually coming to a conclusion as to what they would do when Roxas realised where they were moving to, but agreeing silently to just wing it...

The three vehicles pushed forward across the vast, beautiful countryside that lay between Desitny Islands and Twilight Town. Having come out of the suburbian outskirts and passing by all the country estates that the retired rich townsmen owned, the two Strife parents gazed out at the sprawling open grassland as the sky turned from blue to a cloudy gray. Soon the heavens opened and a ligth downpour rained upon the vehicles for the next 2 hours.

Meanwhile, a certain sleeping blond's Ipod had just run out of battery, leaving his dreams uninterrupted by the various depressing lyrics of his favourite bands. Shifting slightly in his seat, Roxas snuggled into the armrest of his seat and allowed his most vivid dream to continue...

Roxas opened his eyes, except it wasn't a 15 year old Roxas doing so, it was a small 6 year old boy with a chubbier face, a smaller body and shorter spikey blond hair.

'Roxie, have you still got your wedding necklace?' A familiar, high pitched voice asked the 6 year old Roxas.

'Course I do! You got yours?' Replied Roxas fiddling with his cross-shaped necklace before looking up directly into the magnificent sky-blue eyes of another 6 year old boy who stood at the exact same height as Roxas himself. This other boy had slightly chubbier cheeks than Roxas, he was often described as a cherub, whilst Roxas was an angel (their mothers were certainly proud of their little boys). The boy also held similar gravity defying hair to Roxas, except his was pointy where as Roxas' was spikey.

'Yep! I wear it close to my heart, Roxie!' The boy replied giggling slightly.

The boy reached between the two of them, grasping Roxas' necklace whilst it was still around his neck and touched it to his own ''wedding necklace'', one in the shape of a crown that was silver in colour and attached to a silver chain, similar to Roxas'. It was clear the two necklaces were part of a set.

'Remember Roxie, we're gonna phone each other every day and spend every day of every holiday together.' The boy voiced.

'Even Christmas and birthdays, right?' Roxas questioned uncertainly.

'ESPECIALLY Christmas and birthdays, Roxie!' The boy returned with a reassuring smile and giggle as if the answer had been the most obvious thing in the world.

The news that Roxas was moving away had devastated the boys, they both felt the same way, like a piece of their hearts was leaving them. They had spent the previous night crying together in the brunet's bed, holding each other, telling each other that they loved one another and would never, ever forget each other. But Roxas wasn't dreaming that dream this time (maybe memory would be a better word, all his dreams were memories after all).

The two boys embraced each other for the millionth time that day, holding onto each other for dear life.

'I believe you.' Roxas responded after a small pause.

'You should do, Roxie, I would never lie to you, you know that'. The other boy replied before pulling back and kissing Roxas on the lips innocently.

'I know you wouldn't.' Roxas returned as he smiled back at the other boy.

Time flew by as the boys clung to each other on the front lawn of Roxas' house.

From the front porch Ashe Strife continued to observe the boys along with the brunet's mother. The two mothers were also bestfriends, but right now that wasn't important, they knew they would keep in touch and see each other again. It was the scene in front of them that tore their hearts apart.

'I can't do it, Aeris, I can't, look at them! They're more than bestfriends, they're a part of each other...' Ashe to her bestfriend as her voice cracked under the emotional strain.

'Ashe, I can't make any decisions for you, but they will never be the same without each other, they'll change forever if you take them away from each other.' Aeris returned, pulling her crying bestfriend into a comforting hug.

'We'll stay in touch, Aeris, won't we?' Ashe asked innocently.

'Unlike our little boys, we both know we will, Ashe.' Aeris responded tearfully.

Cloud had just finished packing his suitcases into the ''Strife Mobile'' as he and HIS bestfriend had named it. Turning around, Cloud was embraced by his partner in crime himself, Leon.

'You gonna be okay without me, blondie?' Leon teased as he ruffled Cloud's spikes.

'I'll miss you, Leon... Won't be the same without you... without any of you guys around. You're my family too...' Cloud responded sadly. Usually Cloud would be as cool as possible around Leon, he couldn't give Leon any ammunition to tease him with, but now was not the time for petty attitudes and both 9 year olds knew it.

'I'll miss you too, dude. BUT the holidays are only a few months away!' Leon sniffed as he let go off the embrace he had on Cloud, both boys smiled at each other as they, like their mothers, parted on sorrowful, yet positive terms.

At the side of the road, Cid and the brunet's father shook hands.

'Been a long time, Zack, gonna miss ya like hell.' Cid Strife addressed Zack, HIS bestfriend.

'Shut up, man, there's a phone in my house and you know my address.' Zack responded whilst laughing.

Cid pulled his bestfriend into a bearhug.

'Ah be quiet you fool.' Cid commanded as he embraced his bestfriend who embraced him back with as much emotion.

'I'll miss you too, Cid.' Zack voiced.

After an hour of packing and goodbyes, all the Strifes were in their family vehicles ready to head out on their greatest journey yet, with Cid at the wheel, Ashe in the passenger seat, Cloud behind his mother and newborn baby Marlene in the middle backseat. All, except Roxas, who still clung to the brunet boy as he did an hour earlier.

Realising it was time to go, the two boys shared one long, last, innocent kiss together before pulling apart.

'I'll love you forever and ever and ever and ever, Roxie.' The brunet boy's voice cracked as he allowed sorrow to overwhelm him.

'And I'll love you forever and ever and ever and ever too.' Roxas responded.

Roxas climbed into the car behind his father, from the pavement the brunet and Roxas spoke once again to each other, for the last time as neighbours.

'I love you, Roxas.' The brunet said to his bestfriend and other half of his heart.

'I love you too, Sora.'Roxas replied to his bestfriend and other half of his heart.

As the Strifes drove further away from their old neighbours and bestfriends. the Leonharts, the familys waved to each other (excluding baby Marlene and the newborn baby girl of the Leonhart family, Sarah). The world melted around the familys as Roxas Strife slowly woke up, realising the car had stopped in front of a large suburban house.

Roxas' sleepy eyes shot open when he realised which house the car had stopped in front of and the fact that the movers were clearly moving his familys stuff into that specific house... HIS old house, in Destiny Islands, the one next door to Him...

The Strifes had arrived at their destination at 11pm and the neighbourhood was already fast asleep.

On the second floor of the house next door, a tired brunet closed the stage play he had been assigned to read over the summer for his English Literature class, a play called Closer by Patrick Marber, and laid his pointy brown haired head onto his pillow.

Drifting off to sleep, Sora Leonhart was completely unaware of the arrival of his new neighbours...his old neighbours in fact. With his eyes closed, Sora began thinking about the one thing he truly desired in this world, Roxas Strife. Whilst some teenagers dreamed of becoming Struggle League superstars and others famous actors, the brunet boy simply wished to be reunited with his blond haired childhood bestfriend... forever.

Furrowing his eyebrows in the midst of his thoughts, Sora dispelled all of negative thoughts: why did he leave me again?; what did I do, he never even told me, he just left, he just blocked my phone number...; he just left me... again. Instead, Sora imagined went to his happy place and began thinking of what life would have been like had Roxas never left in the first place... the two of them bestfriends for a decade and a half, just lying quietly together on Sora's bed... just talking to each other and enjoying the company of one another. Then Roxas would move closer to Sora, rest his blond head on the brunet's shoulder and fall asleep snuggling as close as possible.

With this perfect image, Sora's body finally fell asleep for the night, yet his mind travelled back in time as Sora began dreaming of the day Roxas first left him. The same exact dream as Roxas' unfolded in Sora's subconcious, or rather, the same exact memory. The brunet slept onwards, a smile across his sleeping face, remembering their last words together:

'I love you, Roxas.'

'I love you too, Sora.'

However, had these truly been their final words before Roxas and Sora were separated, it would follow that the two kept a close relationship by phone and indeed saw each other every holiday as they promised each other.

No, the two boys reunited again after their separation, once a few months after this particular moment, and once at the age of 13. What happened during those two occassions drove the two boys apart... But those were different memories, and for now Sora slept onwards, replaying those words over and over in his head again and again:

'I love you, Roxas.'

'I love you too, Sora.'

Author's Note:
This is my first fanfic so all criticism is welcome, just keep in friendly of course! Also guys please review, it helps me learn from my mistakes + improve on my writing style.