A/N: Disclaimer! I don't own Kingdom Hearts,Disney or the Characters in Kingdom Hearts and Disney they belong to Square Enix and Disney respectfully.

unbetaed cause im trash

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Death is a sonofvabitch.

Simple fact. Death is an arrogant, lazy,traitorous and spiteful bastard. Forced to walk among humans for eternity.

To fear him is a question of sanity.

They say death strikes once and never misses, even when it seems you've escaped he always comes back for the reaping.

That's not how it happened to me though. Like anyone else I met the cloaked menace when I died (obviously).

Still remembering the cold touch of life leaving me and death's warmth gives me chills.

His eyes were a piercing green.

That was the first thing I saw. Eyes as green as precious Jade.

My story isn't a very happy one to start off. In reality I don't think my life was ever really happy before death came.I'm five I think, when I first die.

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I wake up on a Sunday morning. The blistering hot sun filters through the blinds and I realize that it's too hot for blankets. The smell of tar off the construction down the street and the smell of musk had always been a smell reminding me of home.

While other kids played and were cooked a breakfast, me and Roxas sat by the television and look for scraps of anything in the kitchenette.

Getting up I turn on sunday cartoons and wake up Roxas. He grumbles at first, annoyed by the intrusion of his dreams.

Roxas wakes up with a shake of the head. His blonde hair muzzled and messy. I hand him the stale potato chips hidden over in the corner of the television stand.

Sweat rolls down my neck and thighs. Sticking to my shorts that were two sizes too big for me,only kept up by a clothespin on the waistband. Water. We need water.

Getting up, I step over my mother. She grabs my leg halting me from ang sudden movement. "Momma?" I question. Was she awake today?

Mother. Her hair once long and blonde is now frail and eaten away like most of her skin, leaving only hollowness where there should be a bright fullness.

I still think she's beautiful. Remembering a time where her hair was full of life and her skin was pale yet flushed in pink.

I put a chaste kiss on her cheek and watch her blue eyes twinkle with joy. She shivers and makes an awful sound.

"Roxas?" She places a hand on my cheek I lean into the touch and I intertwine her bone like fingers through my pudgy ones.

"No mama,I'm Ven." She coughs, strung out too far for help. She smiles teeth chipped and rotten. Her eyes still twinkle with a sky blue tinge.

Maybe she still had hope? Maybe she wasn't as far gone as she seem? These were all delusions I told myself to keep myself and Roxas sane.

"Yes,of course my little Venny!" She turns to me once more,I know she is going to pass out again, I revel in her attention for now. "Be a good boy okay? Don't do anything bad..." Her fingers slip from my embrace and she grows flaccid once more.

"Okay Ma..." Despite the weather nearing one hundred degrees outside,my mother shivers. I embrace her before trading her thick wool blanket for the thinner one.

Roxas stares at Mickey Mouse above screen eating the hardened stale chips happily. His eyes intense as he watches the chattering mouse. I get back up and stumbled over the quilt on the floor.

"What do we need go get down the hill?"

"A bike!" Roxas chimes happily,abruptly Roxas raises his hand and crushes a bug scurrying away. He wipes the remains on the floor as if nothing happened.

I go fetch the bowl from the counter in the kitchenette.

The bowl we used was one that was once a pot. The handle broke long ago, but still we use the "pot" for everything; Boiling water,cooking,collecting water and even placing it underneath the hole in the roof that leaks when it rains.

I had just picked it up from the counter when a harsh knock at the door throws me off guard. Roxas gives me a curious look before standing to turn the Television down.

Setting the bowl down,Roxas and I made way toward the door where the urgency of the knocking grows louder with each passing second. Our footsteps are shallow as we answer the door. Roxas hides behind me, curiously he stares at the man in the door way of our home.

"Hello?" I answer patiently.

The man smiles. Faint scars trail his arms and his face, something seems off about the aura he gives off. I sensed a change in the air as he smiles down at me. He smells like wood and fire.

"Is your mummy here?" His accent trails my neck and bites down harshly on my ear. I want to shake my head, but the man pushes me aside and I fall on my butt.

"Hey slut!" His demeanour shifts eyes gunmetal and bloody.

"I know you have my fucking money!"

Roxas screams as the man shakes our mother out of her trance. "Stop it! STOP!" He shouts tears trailing his face. He wails loudly it hurts my ears.

Quickly, I grab onto my brother and place him in the corner right by the wooden frame of the door,ushering him into silence.

"Where is my money!?" His threats become only more violent. He thrashes my mother across her cheek and I jump at his arms. He shakes my off and backhands me.

I pass out for a moment, In shock. My eyes are covered by a thin layer of blood and my body grows heavy. Roxas is screaming louder this time.

"VENN! VEN!" Desperation in his voice I once again go console my twin. I crawl to Roxas and grab his cheeks getting a spray of blood on his perfectly round face.

"I'm fine." I smile happily "Seeeee?" Tear stains still fresh Roxas hiccups. Mom yells at the man to leave her alone.

"Seriously! Your money is coming bastard." She screams spitefully. Another slap. Roxas attempts to look over at mom, but I refuse for him to see her getting hurt. I redirect his eyes to me.

"Momma is fine..." Tears threaten to spill from my eyes but I pull myself up and courageously approach the man. "My Momma says it's rude not to introduce yourself mister...I'm Ven! Spelled V-E-N."

"You again kid--" While the man is distracted Mom grabs the gun. Holstered by his waist.

"Don't move!" My mother screams. Her voice cracks and she looks tired. "I'll shoot you bastard!"

"You thieving bitch!"

The man is angry again.

Him and Momma fight over the gun and for the first time in my life I don't know what to do. I wail loudly wanting the fighting to stop.

The first shot did not shock me as much as the second. My body,once burdened and heavy felt now weightless. Dare I say I felt freedom.

Death is described to be cold and lifeless.

Yet It was so fulfilling,the same scenery,but this time a smell of strawberries replaced the musky smell of home.

No longer did Roxas cry, but he laughed. Mom, as beautiful as the photograph I kept underneath my pillow. Garbed in white her voice as soft as an Angel.

"I want him back! Ven! Wake up! You can't go to sleep forever! I won't let you!"

Yet, I can still hear Roxas call. I look at death, the sweet smell of strawberries and my brother's happy face. I can't commit. With a shake of my head I decline the offer reassurance.

The image disappears and I'm left with him...The real reaper himself.

His eyes as green as a beautiful gem, and his lips curved in a smile. "Ventus Shurin, died at 11:04..." He flashes me a smile "Ohhh...Bled out."

His voice is humble and hazy.

"What?" Death calls. "Cat caught your tounge?" I shake my head. My eyes drift through a void and he is the only light. Ironically. "I'm Axel, or Death Jr if you're feeling special." A cheap shot at humor. Though it's hardly funny, I laugh loudly.

My eyes drift to the lingering figure and my tears betray my flurry of giggles. "Can I go home?" I question with resistance.

Axel flashes me a bewildered look. "You want to go back?" He cocks his head to the side and I nod. More tears spill from my eyes. I can't stop them, I feel silly crying in front of Death.

"Can't help you little soul. I'm all booked up." He laughs at his own joke. I give a humorless chuckle to appease the dark angel.

"My momma is waiting for me." I plead. Shifting my feet. "She's calling my name with my twin brother."

"Twin?"

"Me and Roxas, identical..."

"Roxas and I." Axel corrected. "Tell you what little soul, I'm gonna help you out but I will expect you to pay me back sometime okay?"

With no hesitancy I nod. Axel places a hand on my gun shot wound straight through the temple. Screaming in terror, the pain is unbearable. I'm about to pass out, I want to vomit and cry all at the same time but I don't. I maintain a pained expression.

"Call it my gift."

Whatever you do...Don't talk to cloaked strangers, even if they offer to bring you back to life.