I rewrote this story to follow my designated plot better!

It's going to be ten times better!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts

Chapter 1

Oh my fucking god, this cigarette is good!

I inhale and let the cool smoke flow down my throat. Cigarette smoke is so smooth. The nicotine creeps up on you. You can't even tell it's calming you until you're already calm. It's so effortless.

I smirk at the goody two-shoes exiting the auditorium.

Today's convocation: Smoking Kills You So Don't You Even Fucking Dare Try A Drag Of That Sweet Stuff!

I skipped it. I don't need to sit and listen to some stiff preach about how stupid my generation is for smoking. They started it a bazillion years ago. And now they want to pin it on us.

Sorry, I'm not wasting my time.

I spent the good hour or two smoking as much as I can while sitting on the wall outside of the auditorium. The doors to the auditorium open and rule abiding students start to filter out.

Two girls that just scream goody-two shoes walk by and shoot me a look.

You know the look, the look that could kill. The look that can make someone want to crawl under a rock to hide. The look that makes me want to spit in the looker's eyes. I let the smoke rush out of my mouth and a idea starts to half form in my head.

"Hey girls, wanna smoke?" I called out to them.

The blonde haired one stops to say, "I don't do that stuff and you shouldn't either, Roxas."

I bite my tongue to keep from cracking up laughing. Did she learn that shit in second grade? I mean honestly, that was pretty damn square. The blonde girl frowns at me indignantly. She really doesn't see how lame her comeback was. It's actually a little sad.

I compose my face into a serious expression, "You're right Namine, from this day forth I shall stop this nasty habit. Thank you for showing me the light! Wait no, thank you for saving my fucking life!"

I collapsed back on the wall in a laughing fit. The look on Namine's face is just priceless. Aw man I wish I had a camera to capture that expression forever.

"Come on, Namine, we don't need to listen to this burnout," spat Kairi. Kairi is a bimbo queerleader. She wears skank clothes and has a new boyfriend every five seconds. But she's still a virgin. It doesn't matter how many dicks have pounded that vag. She is still a virgin! And don't you dare tell her any different because Kairi is most defiantly a virgin.

"Daaaaaammnn Kairi, I would like to personally thank you for wearing such a short little dress," I said with a suggestive smile. Kairi isn't really my type, at all, but it was worth it to see her face blush in anger and embarrassment…or flattery, I don't know what goes through a slut's mind when complimented on her skankiness.

"What's going on over here?" Enter Sora the resident perky, perfect, friends with everyone guy. He wears clothes bright enough to blind you. He has a certain twinkle in his eye and a bounce in his step that just screams "I am a happy!"

"Well hey there Sora! Namine, Kairi, and I were just about to enjoy a smoke together. Don't worry you can join too?" I said waving at Sora like we are good friends. We use to be friends once upon a time but we just grew apart. I got undeniably cooler and he stayed lame.

"Just leave them alone, Roxas," said Sora while shooting me a glare that wouldn't scare a small child.

I jumped off the wall I was sitting on and walked over to Sora and leaned towards him to suggestively whisper in his ear, "Alright. But only if you promise I can "bother" you all I want.

Sora shoved me away with a disgusted look on his face, "What is your problem!?"

"So I guess that's a no?" I asked with a mock sad expression on my face.

"No! You're disgusting! Just leave Roxas, nobody wants you around here," yells Sora. The last sentence hurts a little, because it's totally true. This school hates me. The teachers would have murdered me already if it wasn't against the law. Half of the kids were afraid of me, while the other half would cheer if I dropped dead suddenly. I mean it's all sorta my own fault, but it's not like I enjoy being notoriously hated.

"Jeez, no need to spazz. I'm gone," I say waving over my shoulder at the trio. I hope they all get gang raped on the walk home from school. I'm surprised Sora freaked out on me. He used to be so easygoing. I didn't know he even owned a temper. His balls must have dropped since I last talked to him.

The bell wasn't going to ring for another ten minutes, but I don't think they would notice if I was gone or even care for that matter.

I walked down the street to the bus stop to wait for a bus to take me downtown. The old rust bucket of a vehicle pulled up with a screech that could make your ears bleed. The overweight driver in a blue uniform pulled the doors open with a bored expression on his face. I dropped my money in the fare box and took a seat near the back.

Public transportation sucks some major dick. Some creepy homeless dude was eyeing me across the aisle. In his dreams. The bus bumped along the road and screeched to a stop every few minutes to pick up more passengers, making the inside of the bus smellier and more crowded. If anything could drive me to suicide, it would be the bus.

I got off the bus at my stop, happy to leave the perverted homeless man behind. I stood in downtown Twilight Town. The ancient houses were crammed together with the paint peeling. People sat on their porches smoking and rocking screaming babies. Old souped up cars grumbled by. I could hear police sirens off in the distance.

God I love this place!

I strolled up to an old green house and knocked on the door three times. The door opens slowly and a guy with some serious black dreads and muttonchops pokes his head out.

"Xaldin! What's up, man!?" I chirp happily.

"Shhhhh! Don't be so loud! Hurry up and get in here before anyone sees," hisses Xaldin looking around the street. He's one paranoid dude. He's all convinced someone is watching him at all times waiting to catch him and throw him in jail. It's not a bad trait considering the business he's in. But it gets a bit annoying.

I walk into the room and Xaldin closes the door and bolts it shut behind me. The first time that freaked me out, but I'm use to it now. I thought he was going to kill me or something. He is one scary looking dude. His arms are bigger than my waist. But I learned as long as I don't fuck him over he won't do anything to me.

"What can I do for you?" asks Xaldin his composure getting a tad bit more relaxed now that the door is locked.

"Oh you know the usual," I respond looking at the man passed out on the old worn out couch. I'm not really sure if he's passed out or dead. I take a closer look to see his chest rising and falling faintly. He's alive at least.

Xaldin leaves for a couple minutes and then walks back into the room holding a syringe filled with my favorite kind of liquid, "Money up front like always."

I pull the money out of my pocket and give it to him. I feel excited when he hands the syringe over to me. I can't wait for the high. I've been waiting all day for this. It's feels like I haven't eaten in years and someone just handed me a bag full of Mcdonalds and Krispy Kreme Donuts.

"The goods are over on the table," says Xaldin sitting down on one of his threadbare armchairs.

I go over to couch and shove the barely alive guy's legs out of the way. He doesn't even stir.

I am ready to feel amazing. I take my hoodie off and throw it on the floor in a rush. I grab the leather belt off the table and wrap it around my arm pulling it tight. My veins slowly start to poke out against my pale skin. I take a deep breathe before pushing the needle into a vein and getting every last drop of liquid gold into my body. I have a weird needle phobia. As long as I'm the one pushing it past my skin, then it's okay. But if someone else comes near me with a needle then I freak the fuck out. I'm afraid the doctor or nurse is going to pick that moment to go crazy and start stabbing me until I deflate like a balloon.

I feel a rush of the drugs entering my system, the amazing feeling of rising into infinite highness. A feeling that makes me want to cry, laugh, and scream all at the same time. I feel pity for everyone that has never felt so amazing. I feel pity for every second of my life that I don't feel like this.

Xaldin stands up from his chair "Have fun little man."

I want to say something back to him but I can't think of the right words to thread together to make a coherent sentence. So I smile at him and go back to riding out my high.

Hours later I'm still on that couch with a sappy smile on my face. I have a feeling that I'm wasting a lot of time. But I can't do anything about it. The minutes seem to last hours. And the hours seem to only last seconds. I can't tell if I'm sleeping or if this is real.

My body is tingling with happiness.

I feel warm.

Then I feel cold.

Then I feel numb.

Now I feel warm again.

Xaldin walks into the room, "You need to get out of here. It's getting late."

His voice sounds really stretched out. The sentence sounds to me like, "Yoooouu neeeeed to geet ouuut of heeeeeerrrreee."

I smile up at him. I don't really get what he's saying. But his voice is nice. I would like for him to talk more. Xaldin sighs and grabs onto my arm pulling me up. His hand on my arm feels amazing. Like my arm is having an orgasm.

He opens the door and quickly shoves me out onto the porch. The sun is just setting. The colors are beautiful. I could stare at them all day. "You gotta get home before that uncle of yours figures where you've been, man," says Xaldin before closing the door.

I start walking. I don't know where I'm going, but I am walking. I am free to go wherever I want without the help of anyone else. I could walk around the Earth! Or walk to another planet! I never appreciated my legs this much before. Walking is such an exhilarating activity.

Until you trip over something.

I look around and notice I am in the park lying next to a bench. The sun is almost gone. I don't really want to get up and walk more. I don't think I can even get back up right now. I sure as hell don't want to go home. I sprawl out on the ground. It feels like a five star mattress to me.

The ground is my friend.

I curl up on the ground and enjoy the sounds of the night.

I become a cricket.

I become the wind.

Because the universe is one.

We are all one and many at the same time.

I close my eyes and the drugs pull me towards unconsciousness. I don't fight it. The drugs have never hurt me. They only make me feel good.

I always listen to what they say.

Eh. Not too different.

I just like this story! I have all the other chapters revised. I gotta start writing new stuff!

Review? I got bitched out by some chick today for "stealing her ex boyfriend" who I've met twice. The hell? Reviews would cheer me up!