My name...is Sora Skye. I'm 22 years old...not in college...wasn't for me..had enough of going through Kindergarden to 12th grade thank you very much. I have a mediocre job, though it pays well despite the acquintances I meet at work.

And today is just not one of those days.

Today is Monday...least favorite day...ever...in all of creation. Why? I have work on Mondays from 9am to 6pm...and the rest of the other days I work are the night shifts...you could say Monday is my reprieve from the other days of having a 'NO TOUCHING' sign not labeled on me.

As from that saying, you could probably guess I work somewhere less homey, like a bar.

What? Don't believe people get drunk in the middle of the day? Tell my ass that after one 'not-so-drunk customer reaches his long ass arms behind the counter and gropes me. I had to wash a total of 5 times in the shower after that.

Don't get me wrong, I like men, I'm gay...probably why they hired me since it is a bi-sexual club and more than half the people that work are straight.

But let's get back to my mornings...

Waking up groaning is a sign of life from me and I survived whatever dream that was eating me, so take note. Shaking my head vigorously of my messy brown spikes back into shape, and trying not to fall out of bed and possibly injure myself. Come on Sora, wakey wakey, you need that money if you're ever going to not depend on rides to and from work anymore

"Ooooh, I know I know." Chanting to myself. I like to give myself motivation for things I want REALLY badly that require working and getting good tips.

Psh. When DON'T I get good tips? I'm fucking gorgeous!...not that I'm bragging.

Seeing my face is halfway decent in the mirror, no sleep in the eyes or crust, I still go to my bathroom to the left to wash up anyway.

Goddamn this bathroom and it's hugeness. A fucking shower off to the side by itself while a tub that has to span the size of any normal bathroom by itself. Not to mention this facebowl is wider than my arms length.

Grabbing one of my face towels off the rack I begin my ritual of cleaning my face off good enough for the public show and proceeding to wash in necessary areas all without using that goddamn shower. I feel like I might end up in another world if I use that thing. After i'm done I proceed to dress as nicely as the dress code requires for me to work black slacks, loafers, and a semi white tie shirt with the little black vest to accompany it.

"I'm ready!" Throwing my hands up trying to hype up for work.

It didn't wrork.

Oh well, now time to step unclick my lock to my door, and open my bedroom door to-

"WHY DON'T YA MAKE ME YA TWAT?!"

"GIVE ME THE LAST FUCKING PANCAKE BRITISH BOY OR I'LL SEE TO IT YOUR CARDS GO DOWN YOUR THROAT!"

Goddammit

"One fucking day guys where you can't fight each other over breakfast?!" I tried to clear the air between my brother and the card-dealing Luxord.

Oh, my brother, he's an ass, an ass, did I mention an ass? Oh wait, one more time, an ass. But..I would trade him for the world the way he looks out for me. Meet Vanitas, 24 years of age, basically my twin except his hair is black and mine is brown, very smart, but doesn't put his brain to good use. Only enough to pass high school and not even go to college because he knew he would drop out because of the more rules they applied than high school.

And Luxord, card dealing...what the fuck ever you call him. These two are just going through their morning rituals of 'who ate the last pancake.' I sigh again as they didn't hear me and walk into the crossfire between them, trying to make it away from them.

My brother's not a morning person, so I forgive him for not saying hi back. Trying to make it down these flights of stairs in a hurry almost made me trip and bump into the silent and reading Zexion sitting on the last 2 steps. I still uttered a best good morning I could before almost halfway away from him that he uttered back a 'hi' as well.

Maybe he wouldn't be so late in conversations if he actually looked up to the world every once in a while to keep up. I sighed again, checking my pockets for anything I may have missed to take from my room

Keys: check

Breathmints: check

Wallet: Not check.

I patted around again on his back and front pockets. I knew I had it in my back pocket. That thing was so heavy how could I miss that wei-

I stopped my searching and folded my arms in the best pissed off manner I could. Managing a frown that said I was unhappy as such.

"Alright, jig is up, hand it over." Holding out my hand without even looking to the open air next to me, feeling the weight of good ol' wallet back in my grasp.

"You're gettin' good, boy. And hey, maybe next time you'll catch me in the act?" The ponytailed man spoke.

I smiled back, turning to face the 'theif'. "Yeah sure, Xigbar, and then that'll be the day I join?" I mocked back in laughter. Xigbar's always trying to steal my stuff time and again. And lately i've goten good at telling when he lifts something off of me.

He clapped his hands together signaling his excitement. "You have no idea how happy that would make."

"Ya sure, by now, you've stalled me enough from work." I said, lightly jogging away from him while he waved at me.

I was almost home free, passingby the huge living room before I felt a hand from the otherside of the wall I couldn't see yet stopped me. I turned my head back right as I just had made it a few steps away from the front door.

"Not going to say bye?" The smooth deep voice called to me. Golden eyes fixated upon him while his hand still held my shoulder.

I gulped, knowing who it was. I wasn't...afraid of him...he just always had that look on his face like he might send you to sleep with the fishes.

"Yeah uh, morning Uncle Xemnas." I tried to speak in the most...not scared shitless way possible. That was hard...when I knew this man had killed people and sent them to sleep with the fishes.

And various other things he does to people.

"And?" was his solid reply back.

I paused for a momentary lapse in Idunnowhatthefuck happened mode. "And bye...i'll see you when I get home from work."

That was when he finally let go of my shoulder. My brain uttered a brief 'Hallelujah' before I continued on to the front door.

"Have a good day at work." Somehow I could ever get over how my uncle's voice sounds like he just doesn't care...but he does voice. I nodded a silent agreement and flung myself out the door, away from the awkward environment to be greeted by blinding sun...and a boulder of a man at the house steps, black Cadillace behind him with the door open and ajar from me.

"Ready, master Sora?"

I huffed in annoyance at the title. "Yeah yeah, Lexaeus, let's go." Jumping into the back seat.

Today was going to be a long day...again as we pulled out after the gates opened for us to the house.

My name is Sora Skye, 22 years of age, mediocre job...oh, one last tid bit I forgot to mention before starting my day"

My Uncle's a Father.

More specifically; a Mob Father...gangster...head honcho...all that good stuff.

And the people you've just met? They were apart of his family. And those weren't even all of them.

I'm staying with him and his associates for the next year while my father Terra, is off to Europe promoting businesses and making companies skyrocket to the top.

He said i'll be safe with my uncle...and his 13 other henchman...because we're 'family'. And 'family', sticks together.

Always

"Someone troubling you, don't hesitate to ask us to wipe them off the face of the earth."

That's how my uncle said that to me the first day I moved in here. This huge...mansion off on a grove by itself.

Now you see why I have a fucking giant ass bathroom!

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And that...ladies and gentlemen...is the culmination of what random inspiration can do to a person at 2 in the morning.

I really have NO idea what possessed me to write this...at all.

But it's something i've written in the past 7 months so that's something. And it's also my first time writing for this fandom.

I never really much liked yaoi in the first place...but something about KH and its characters just stuck...like glue to me. Especially SoraxRiku...you can tell there's just bromance everywhere with this...especially in Kingdom hearts Dream Drop Distance.

Also, I always keep up to date on my KH know how..and i've beaten DDD, and am on my 2nd playthrough. God I love it.

I'm REALLY sorry for the long ass introduction and descriptions of things I made Sora do throughout this teaser. I kinda get into it when i'm writing 1st person

So, as you can see...as how I tried to minimally explain everything...yes, Sora is in a huge ass mansion, with Xemnas, and other cohorts that you know of from Org. XIII, in a mob family. Now, the members in Xemnas' crew don't always come and stay the night over Xemnas' place, only Luxord, Zexion, Xigbar, and Lexaeus were there. And it may be from 2-3 days at a time. But most times when he's not...'planning' with the whole group, the house is mostly left to Sora, Vanitas and Xemnas.

Terra's off doign god knows what. He's basically a company promotor, trying to mae them get to the top by working with them in their ranks and traveling. So Terra thought it best to leave his son in the capable hands of his brother, since he is the only relative Sora could stay with without worrying anything.

Tell me what you like, didn't like, i'd love reviews so I can know if I can continue this or not since this stemmed from my mind all of a sudden.

As always I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS IN ANYWAY, NOR THE CHARACTERS OR PLOT. ALL RIGHTS OWNED BY SQUARE ENIX AND DISNEY.

There, how as that disclaimer?

Thankies! Bye!