Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Somebody, Nobody
1.
As far as he knew his life began...by dying.
Ten years ago, he woke up with a hole in his chest and no memory of his life before then. He had no name, no identity. No friends, no family. He had nothing but ten dollars in the back pocket of his jeans, and a pair of roughed out sneakers, run to pieces.
In front of his face, a doctor smiled at him.
"You're going to be okay."
Okay? How could he say something like that? He had no idea.
Under his hand, he couldn't even feel his heart beating.
2.
"Your name is Roxas."
He tried to live his life. With those shredded sneakers, stained jeans and a borrowed t-shirt, he tried to live it. Even succeeded, half the time. But a foster home wasn't for someone like him.
"He's a monster...a demon..."
Yeah, he thought, a foster home wasn't for someone like him. His forgotten memories made him hell for anyone he met. He tried to forget he had them, tried to live in the moment. He saw faces in crowds, faces that made him flinch and want to run away.
But he never let himself. The faces he saw, that made his blood freeze, became people he would follow. People he would join.
People who would sell him out.
When he finally fell, he fell forever. When he finally woke up, the doctor's face hovered right in front of his eyes.
And Roxas remembered.
He screamed.
3.
He grew up in a hospital. It was the place of his first word, his first steps, his first tooth. It was where he watched his mother slowly die, before he ever knew what death was.
And when she did finally die, he left. He went somewhere else, a school. Maybe an orphanage, even though his father was still alive. Still mourning for his mother. Still forgetting him.
Roxas laid a hand over his heart, taking comfort from its steady beat.
"You have a strong heart, Rocchan. So long as you can feel its beat, you will never lose hope."
Note: Oh look, a brand new angsty story. Hopefully, it looks interesting, and you'll like it enough to review.
This is my second story in which Roxas spent the beginning of his life in a hospital, waiting for his Mom to die from a bout of cancer. But in most of my stories with him, Roxas's mother (when he's not Sora's brother) is always really weak, and often dies before the beginning of the story.
And if you'll notice, Roxas's Mommy called him "Rocchan"--which is usually the nickname I make Riku call him. If you can't guess, it's pronounced "row-chan", which even when I go "awww, how cute" really sometimes sounds like somebody's calling him a cockroach.
In any case, look forward to the next chapter.