For Spellbound Daydreamer.

Welcome to this 'ere fic! My first in the KH fandom, and I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, Sora and Kairi woulda kissed, as well as Roxas and Naminé, AND Vanitas and Aqua would be found in extremely romantically awkward situations. Because the lub each other :)

Chapter 1: Prologue: Broken Man

"C'mon man!"

"No."

"It ain't bad!"

"No."

"But you're the only one in our group who–!"

"How many times have I told you about how I feel about these things?"

"I know, but if you just knew–"

I hate blind dates.

No, scratch that. I hate dating.

My name is Sora Fair. I'm sixteen-and-a-quarter years old, and happily single. I shall be eternally single. That is the best that quality about me.

That boy, who won't stop pestering me, is my twin, Roxas.

"He has a point, hun, you need to–"

"Mom," I said, my voice lowering a few decibels. "It's my life"

That's my mom, Aerith Gainsborough, another person who opposes my ideals.

I stared out of the window and looked beyond our seaside house, to the blue oblivion of ocean that spread across the main island of my home, Destiny Islands. I itched to run out and plunge into the ocean. It was silent, and peaceful there.

In my own psyched up family, I have a two older brothers, my idiot twin, Roxas, who constantly stresses the fact he's older than me (fourteen minutes, and he tries to behave as though it's fourteen years) and Ventus, who is currently twenty-six.

Roxas is five foot eleven, like me, has honey blond hair that is swept to the side with spikes, and spiky bangs that fall down the centre of his face, narrowly missing his eyes. We look very similar, almost identical, apart from the hair. He's a fairly quiet guy, to people he doesn't know well, but to his friends and family he's loud, humorous, and a little lacking in the brains department. Don't get me wrong, he isn't a flunk, his marks are above average, but when it comes to the art of reconnaissance - which I, admittedly, excel in - and constantly passes strange, and idiotic, comments.

For example, approximately five years ago when Roxas and I were spending our summer vacation in Radiant Garden (due to my mother's job), he met this girl named Xion. The two quickly became friends, and met up constantly in the holidays. Eventually, Xion moved to Twilight Town, and couldn't meet up with him, as said place was too far away. Instead of some heartfelt comment on how he would miss her and what great friends they were, Roxas quite simply stated,

"Who else will I have ice-cream with?"

And as his brother, I have made it my point to constantly embarrass him about said situation, again, and again, and again.

My other brother, Ven, looks absolutely identical to Roxas, excluding the ten year age gap. Ventus has been in a coma for the past seven years in COHORTS. Castle Oblivion Hospital for Overly Rough Timely Situations.

I also had another brother, Vanitas, who was Ven's twin, but he died when he was four, due to serious neurological complications. From the few pictures we had of him, I was the exact spitting image of Van, the only difference being the skin tone, as he was fairly pale, whereas I was tan, he had ebony hair and amber eyes, only I had russet hair and sky blue eyes. Ven, Roxas and I all share my Dad's eyes, no one got my mother's end of the gene pool, apart from my hair colour.

My mother, Aerith Gainsborough, is what people consider a wonder. She's young, for a mom I guess, and has long braided back russet coloured hair, tied back with a huge pink ribbon that my dad got her on their first date. She has bright, emerald eyes, and a soft voice that almost seems to float around the room.

From what my mom is willing to divulge, her father died when she was only twenty days old, her mother put her in the care of Grandma Elmy (she makes us call her that, it's actually Elmyra) and she was brought up in the slums of Midgar, but eventually moved up here to Destiny Islands, when Ven was born.

She owns the only florist, Fair's Flowery, in our small cluster of islands, so business is always booming, what with the stress on beguiling and cajoling our residents desperately want. Despite what went down with Vanitas, Ventus, and of course my Dad's death when I was four, she is still happy, calm, and... Content. She'd sometimes get a sad look about her, whenever she thinks about the previous occurrences, but she always pulls through, and doesn't dwell on her hurt feelings.

My Dad, Zack Fair, was a SOLDIER 1st Class for Shinra. He originally had cerulean blue eyes, but after the Mako energy infusion they went to a more sky blue colour, with light green near the pupils. He had spiky black hair, and was a self-proclaimed "ladies-man". "But I only have eyes for you Aer!" he'd add, whenever he told us about his past.

My parents never married. It wasn't surprising considering how little time they spent together. It was all, "Love needs no distance" and all that. My parents barely had enough time as it was, and yet they still decided to try and raise a family together. Their "love" went beyond all bounds. Please. They had Ven when they were still teenagers.

My opinion on all this? Well, call it what you want, but I think that Dad and Mum just had a fling. I mean, who can fall in love so quickly? Who can be sure they have the time for a kid, when they barely had time for each other? The proper standards for their "love" were stacked against them. Sure, thanks to them I exist right now, but… How can you be so sure, so quickly?

Dad's death just made it seem as though a part of my Mom had gone to the lifestream with him.

When you believe in love, the only thing that you can be sure of, is hurt.

Which is why I'm glaring at my brother, hoping he'll disintegrate at my gaze.

"Dude, she's Naminé's cousin. Rinoa's daughter. Y'know, Tifa's sister Rinoa? She needs someone to take her around, show her the sights…"

"You could've simple enlisted Naminé, or someone else for the job. You don't need to make a…date for it." It pained spitting out that disgusting word.

"Ye-ah." He drew out the word. "But Nami and I have a date, and it'd be rude to cancel…"

I couldn't help but let out a groan.

Another case of this "all-must-bow-down-to-the-power-of-love" belief, was shown through Roxas.

Roxas, as he progressed through his teenage years, became an anti-social, bitter and emo individual. He believed he was a "Nobody", and didn't have feelings or a heart, and all that depressing behavior. At one point we assumed he joined a cult gang, but there's been no proof of that, and his ridiculous behavior stopped when he met his supposed significant other.

Naminé Strife is the daughter of our closest family friends, Cloud Strife and Tifa Lockhart. Just last year she settled down permanently here with her parents, from her boarding school in Radiant Garden.

I had befriended her quickly, and she met Roxas.

And it was during the period of his "faze" which he was blaming everything, such as Ven's predicament, Dad's death, everything.

Naminé took an immediate interest in Roxas'... situation. She spent hours talking with us, mainly him. And... He listened to her. She seemed to get through to him, more than Mom and I did.

Apparently she had a similar problem when she was younger, but she pulled through when she remembered that there were people who cared about her. Aw.

Don't get me wrong, I was, and still am, totally grateful to Naminé for stopping Roxas from practically killing himself. And so was Roxas. Only he was "friends" with her for about a week when he decided he loved Naminé. And she said yes.

He refused to listen when I told him that he was only FIFTEEN YEARS OLD. You can't be in love so young! It isn't right. And it just isn't natural.

The brainless fool is staring at me expectantly, trying to pull puppy-eyes on me. Pfft. I'm immune to everything he tries.

"Bro. PLEEEAAASE!" He pouted like a baby.

My suspicions increased. "Why are you so keen on me going on this…date?" He normally wasn't so…enthused…

"Oh, um, well…" His face started breaking out into sweat.

"Roxas… Spit. It. Out." My eyebrows furrowed further.

He mumbled incoherently.

"At least let me make sense of what you're trying to tell me." I said with a sigh.

"Riku…and I had a bet… That you would go on a date… fifty munny…" He looked downright frightened.

He should be scared.

"WHAT!" I yelled. "I thought I TOLD you, NO MORE BETTING WITH RIKU!" Mainly because Riku always won. And I'd be left to cover for Roxas.

Riku… He's the craziest best friend a guy could have.

He's the only person that I know, who somewhat agrees with me. Riku. Just Riku, no last name or anything. He lived in the Mayor's household since he was born, because his parents disappeared off the face of the earth. Riku's ideals are different to mine, he doesn't believe in "settling down".

"What's the point on one girl, when there are plenty of fish in the sea?" is a trademark quote of his. At seventeen years old, broad shouldered, butch, with straight, unique silver hair, that stops approximately two or so inches from his elbows, and vivid turquoise eyes, Riku is, as he put it, a girl's dream. He'd have a new girlfriend every week or so, and never stays single long. Although his view on girls and love is pretty much warped and low, he means well. He has many friends who are girls, and he isn't a total player.

He was a good guy, generally. He and I used to be rivals at everything (still are, in a way)

"Why don't you ask Riku?" I asked Roxas, with the straightest face I could muster. I already knew the answer.

"He'll freak her out." Roxas deadpanned.

"He'll only be…" I trailed off, and then sighed. "Blatantly flirting." I finished.

"Exactly."

"…"

My mother spoke up from the kitchen. "Roku, don't make your brother do things he's uncomfortable with."

Embarrassment flooded my cheeks in a blush. "Mom!" I whined. Roxas had the gall to smirk at me. I refrained from punching him in the face.

"You wanna be, you wanna be, a loser like me!" blared out of my iPhone. I stared at it in shock, and turned to my brother.

"You changed my alarm tone."

"…" He giggled nervously, bolted, and fled into our room.

I sighed, and stepped outside to get to work.

I passed kissing couples, a man proposing and many other scenes on my way. I pulled my hood up, hoping to escape the obscenities.

This love that everyday teens, and even adults, are so obsessed about ISN'T REAL. We see divorce and other pointless quarrels happen to people everyday. Love isn't going to support your future. Love isn't going to get you good grades. Love isn't going to help you in the long run. Or even right now.

The point is, I absolutely refuse to believe, or fall, in love.

A/N:

Review! I appreciate anything, including nice flames because they tell me what I'm doing wrong. :L

And in the case you were curious, the reason Sora speaks sort of... formally is because he likes sounding all educated and smart. Which (in this fic) you could say he is. He is, indeed, VERY OOC! So do not shun me! (lol rhymes XD) As certain events occur (*smirks*) he will become the bumbling, naive sweetie we all adore. But he'll still be smart :)

~Versy

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