Chapter 1: Initiation

~Riku Norse~

The rumble of a motorcycle resounded through the alleyways, one of the many noises during the early evening traffic. As it pulled around a corner to a beat up apartment building, the driver slightly winced; he did not want to go back there, knowing that he had barely any time left before he had to get his stuff out of the apartment. While he just had to go in and get it, the motorcycle still hesitated before completely sliding into the parking spot. Riku left his motorcycle on idle as he quickly entered the apartment. He swiftly walked to the small bedroom and grabbed the two saddlebags that held his meager possessions. His deamon, Xemnas, appeared on the other side of the bed. "Leaving so soon? You just got this apartment," Xemnas said teasingly, an evil smirk on his lips. Riku flinched as he was forced to walk right past the deamon, who roughly grabbed his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "No one wants a gay in their home. Face it, Riku, and just let me have your beautiful soul." Riku's eyes closed sharply, and he took one deep breath.

He wasn't going to let that carnage happen. Ever.

Riku jerked away from Xemnas and walked out of the apartment, passing his former landlord and dropping the keys into the rough hand. Riku continued walking to his motorcycle, and swung his leg over the seat before clipping his saddlebags onto the back. He placed the helmet over his silver hair and maneuvered the bike out of the parking spot, ignoring the glares he received. 'Got laid off, kicked out of my apartment, and glared at by people I hardly know,' Riku thought as he drove off. 'Must be my lucky day. Haven't been beat up by the homophobe gang yet.'

A little ways off of his apartment building, Riku caught sight of the gang he had thought about. The entire motorcycle gang was three people, largely built and completely against gays. He cursed underneath his breath and sped up slightly, hoping that the gang hadn't caught sight of him yet. However, when he heard three motorcycle engines above his own following him, Riku was ready for the street chase. He sped up and maneuvered between the vehicles on the road carefully, nearly crashing several times.

Now some people would be asking why a sixteen year old like him knew how to drive a motorcycle at the level of experience that Riku had on the sleek black machine he was driving. The answer itself was simple: he built the motorcycle himself, with the help of a former co-worker.

The chase itself took a good twenty minutes, through all of the alleyways and main roads of the city, and ended when Riku foolishly got himself surrounded. He was forced to get off of the bike and be prepared for a beating. What he was not expecting, though, was to see the first member of the gang, when he got off his bike, fall to the ground in a faint. A short, blue-silver haired boy was standing behind the fallen gang member, stance looking like he had just kicked the man in the head. Riku didn't have time to gawk, though, because another of the gang members quickly tackled him to the ground.

Riku, acting on instinct, twisted almost in his skin and knocked his elbow into his attackers jaw, shattering it upon contact. He pushed the heavy pile of muscle and bones on top of him off before looking back at the person who helped him. Riku could now gawk, because he saw the two hardest of the three to take down at the blue-silver haired boy's feet.

~Zexion Norse~

He didn't know why he helped the mysterious slim man in black leather. However, he did know that if that gang was after him, then he was a potential ally in a city that was practically against him. Pink hair flashed in the corner of his eyes, and the deep voice only he could hear said, "You never know who to trust, Zexion, you know this." Zexion didn't even flinch when Marluxia spoke to him. He did slightly flinch, though, when said man he helped stood up from where he was on the ground.

"Thanks for the help. I don't think I could have gotten out of it this quickly without it," the man, or maybe the appropriate term was boy, said in a slightly muffled voice. Zexion nodded once, looking away as he did. He saw Marluxia standing against the brick wall, with a smirk on his lips, and decided to look back at the other boy.

He thought he was slightly looking in a mirror when he saw the face of the boy he had saved. Except for the more male structure of the face and aquamarine eyes, Zexion basically saw himself with longer and silver hair. A similar reaction of shock was mirrored on the other boy's face as well, and Zexion delved into his memory trying to remember whether or not he had a twin. His answer was given to him when the other boy said, "Zexion?"

He nodded once, memory coming back to him of how they were separated, only having a small wallet sized picture of the other twin. "Riku?" Zexion whispered, and he heard Marluxia's growl at the name. The silver haired boy nodded as well, and walked over to where the blue-silver haired boy stood. "We should get going before they wake up," Zexion said in his normal calm voice, despite the current craziness going on in his mind. His mental barrier from other people's thoughts was weakening, and he had to get its strength back.

Riku must not of realized the distress that Zexion was in, because he just nodded and started walking back to his bike. He turned back around and asked, "You coming? I'm going to be looking around for another apartment, and a job, and I can pay for rent for the both of us." Zexion nodded immediately and walked over to his newfound twin, hoping that he could get his mental barrier back up to full strength around him.

"Have any idea of where we could go?" Zexion asked, his voice now a little strained. Marluxia was now tearing down his mental barrier, whispering in his ear things that Riku would never do. The silver haired boy noticed the tone of voice Zexion used now, and walked quickly over to the blue-silver haired boy.

" No, I have no idea where to go that hasn't kicked me out already. Zex, what is wrong? You sound like you're in pain," Riku whispered, his worry apparent in his voice. Zexion shook his head and mentally bitched Marluxia out.

"I am fine, just a little tired," Zexion said. Giving half the truth was a habit, and it seemed to be useful in this situation. "There's no where we can go?" Riku shook his head.

"No, I know one place. I just don't know whether or not that person would put up with me, specifically. He's a former co-worker of mine," Riku said as he led Zexion to his motorcycle. "I can always try, though." Zexion nodded and took the helmet Riku was wearing with a bit of confusion.

"Don't you need this?" he asked. Riku shook his head and held up a pair of goggles.

"Haven't crashed yet," Riku said with a small teasing smirk. "Besides, passenger safety before driver in my book." Zexion sighed and shook his head, while placing the helmet over his short, choppy blue-silver hair. He got on the bike after Riku did, and wrapped his arms around his twins ribs to keep himself on. 'Riding bitch, oh joy,' Zexion thought, not even glancing back at his deamon, who was conversing with another, silver haired deamon.

~Hayner Rosenkruez~

After watching the last of his co-workers leave, he sighed and turned to his manager. "You wanted to talk to me, sir?" he asked. His manager nodded and leaned closer to him.

"You know that all of the others have quit, correct?" Hayner nodded hesitantly. "Well, I'm going to be the manager at our sister store, and now I need you to take over the managerial position here." Hayner nodded again, this time more enthusiatically.

"Understood, sir. Was that all you needed from me?" His former manager nodded, causing Hayner to sigh. "Then good luck at the sister store, sir," Hayner said as he headed towards the door. He took a deep breath and walked out of the old wood and glass door, and automatically, his deamon Vexen was next to him.

"Oh, please," Vexen said. "He just wants you to quit by making sure that you get a manager position. That store will go down now that you're manager." Hayner shook his head and walked through the crowd of the downtown pedestrians. The air was a bit chilly, but Hayner was used to the temperture, considering it was always chilly outside of his haven that he rents a room in. He glanced to the side to see a familiar sight of a motorcycle chase, and the short silver hair poking out from the helmet told him that Riku was part of it.

"Hope he doesn't get into too much trouble," Hayner whispered to himself as he focused on walking to the house that he rents a room in. He was just lucky that he found another haven where Vexen cannot bother him in.

It took him twenty minutes to reach the house, and Hayner left Vexen with a curt nod. He unlocked the door and, before you could blink, Hayner was inside, leaning against the closed door. He sighed and pushed away from the door. His stomach growled loudly, drawing a spiky brown head of hair out of the office. "Leon's in the kitchen," Sora told Hayner, who nodded gratefully. Hayner walked slowly into Leon's domain, and watched the twenty-one year old walk around the kitchen, prepping and cutting food.

"Granola bar," Leon said without looking up at Hayner, who was standing in the doorway. Hayner sighed again.

"Thanks, Leon," Hayner said as he went to the cabinet holding the granola bars. He grabbed one and turned around, leaning against the counter. "Anything happen to you today?" Hayner asked the busy man.

Leon glanced at him, a glance that said, "Eat before you pass out."

Hayner had an odd eating habit. He would eat a lot at breakfast, not eat lunch at work, and then have a small something when he got home before dinner. Most of his old co-workers had asked if he had some weird diet, because they only saw him work through his lunch break. The only answer Hayner would give them was a small, embarrassed smile.

What he was really doing was avoiding Vexen. Like what most everybody in this house was.

Hayner sighed again and bit into the granola bar. Leon nodded before talking again. "I got laid off, along with Riku," he said as he turned back to his work at dinner. "Sora also got expelled. Apparently, he had been screaming at thin air and scaring the other students there. Whenever he wasn't screaming, there were tears running down his face for no reason." Hayner winced as he heard that. Sora and Leon also had deamons following them, and it seemed like whatever Sora's was doing to him, it really affected him to the point of being expelled from his school.

"Was it for his own good, do you think?" Hayner asked quietly. Leon nodded his agreement. The rest of the time was spent in silence, Hayner slowly eating his granola bar, Leon working on dinner.

~Leon Leonhart~

He heard Hayner walk out of the kitchen, and leaned heavily against the counter. He couldn't help but feel like a hammer was beating against his head. Leon knew that it wasn't Sephiroth, his deamon, but it just felt that something was going to happen. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, allowing the Cosmos to give him her message.

"Two more haunted people will be coming to your home. Be prepared for a change to your lives in the next couple of days."

Leon sighed as the Cosmos left him alone, the headache leaving with her. Leon went back to cooking, placing her warning/message in the back of his mind. He would decipher what she said later, when he had no food to focus on.

A/N: Just redoing the story, because it has been a while since I wrote this, and my style of writing has changed since I first wrote this.