Slow starts; chapter 1 [ edited 15.07.07 because I've had complaints...:(

Disclamers blah de blah. You know it I know it, lets just save time not re capping. If you are looking for a fic that moves really fast and gets to the 'good stuff' well sorry to say, I pride myself on writting actual stories. Sorry again. I hope my spelling and blah is correct, don't comment on it please, I will just delete the fic and leave you to the mercy of those who actually wanted to read this.

Also because I will be doing this over a couple of days and what not, the characters and their reactions may change, it depend all on my mood. Sometimes its a humourous mood others well lets just not talk about those. There may be other pairings but again maybe not. Constructive critism is always welcome. Not just 'you suck go die'. If you need inspitation to review well, how about giving me answers to who was the first part of the stories view in. Roxas's? or someone else?

Anywho moving on, read, review, or else.

I looked at the house, the pitiful rain trying to make the flames go away. It wouldn't work, no matter how hard it tried. I flicked the lid of the lighter closed; all to be heard was the sound of my raged breaths and the metals closing on one another. The sound echoed in my ears and I turned and walked away. There was nothing left for me, not anymore.

It's finally done.

Sirens swarmed past me and I turned down the alley way. I wasn't going to look back, I promised myself; I promised them I wouldn't look back.

xXx

Bright blue eyes glared at the sun that was coming through the window. "Too early" the male voice mumbled. He rolled over, hiking the sheets up higher over his chest and shut his eyes once again to the world. That lovely moment was over in a second as loud banging foots steps echoed up the hallway. Someone was running, and they were running to him.

"He's here already"

The door burst open and a grinning idiot stood in its frame with an evil glint in his eyes. To be fair his twin had a nice smile, but he would never tell him that. Why? It was funny to tell him that he was ugly, his reactions were always priceless.

"Wakey-Wakey!" the teen jumped on the huddled mass under the sheets.

"No" was the curt reply

"Roxas" the mass did not move, the teen sighed and then got up off the bed.

Thank god he's gone, maybe I can go back to sleep

That fantasy was short lived as Roxas heard what could only be described as a battle cry coming towards him. His eyes shot open, his body upright, lips forming the word 'no' but it was too late. His brunet brother had pounced flying through the air and everything appeared to Roxas in slow motion. He could see the face, those evil eyes, and a wide toothy smile looming over him, the shadow over his face as he crooned his neck. Then the effects of gravity kicked in. The aforementioned brunet landed on Roxas, both boys emitting'oomph' as their bodies collided. The springs in the mattress coiled and the two bodies were sent flying on the floor, sheets and all.

"I-idiot" came the breathless reply; Roxas had been effectively winded.

"Well if you had gotten up when I came in the first time, this whole situation could have been avoided" said the brunet getting to his feet.

"Sora!" Roxas started "Wait…this wasn't the first time you've been in my room this morning?"

Sora smiled "nu-uh"

"Arghnnn! Okay! I'm getting up"

Roxas rolled over onto his knees swaying a little bit as he stood up. Sora circled him prancing like a fairy. Roxas groaned at the thought, it was only a year ago that Sora came out to his family, it was right before school holidays. They were meant to begin their last year with no surprises or extra difficulties. Roxas planned to spend his holidays, sleeping for the most part. But that had proven difficult with his parents continuously talking to his brother about certain 'gay' things. Roxas had been having trouble sleeping, bad mental images kept him awake. He did not under any circumstances want to picture anyone he knew having sex, let alone male to male sex. Roxas had nothing wrong with Sora or anyone else who had sexual preferences like him. He just liked to remain blissfully ignorant, less problems that way. His perfect day was spent hassle free, eating food, sleeping in class, eating more food and then going home, to sleep. That's why, when bad mental images of Sora disturbed his precious sleeping time, did he start to look for closure. He and Sora had a long talk about it, and most times now he could sleep peacefully. Most times. There were on the odd occasion, a wet dream here and there, about people, namely males he had passed on the street. But Roxas wasn't gay, he was sure of it. It was just a curious age, gayness wasn't hereditary, Sora told him so. That was after he got up off the floor from laughing so hard.

It was a new year, their last year to be precise and Roxas was sure it was going to be the same old same old. He threw his school uniform on and thumped down the stairs.

"Morning!" cooed his mother, she smiled at Roxas.

"Sleep well?"

Roxas groaned as a reply and his mother shook her head, her long brown braid bouncing on her back. Roxas went to sit down and his mother picked up two bags and stood near the door. Roxas stopped midway, and then he remembered their usual routine.

Oh crap

"Sora! He's up!" their mother called.

Next thing Roxas knew was a hand had grabbed him on his collar and he was dragged through the door surprisingly fast. Luckily he'd managed to grab his bag before Sora and his unnatural strength practically threw him onto the pathway. He landed with a thud and Sora after waving to their mum, grabbed Roxas's arm and started to run towards school. Well that's where Roxas hoped Sora was taking him.