Chapter 1 : New Home

"I'll take it!" the blonde man smiled at the estate agent as he signed his name neatly in italics along the dotted line. A lady wearing thick make-up and a fake smile snapped the document shut and shook his hand as they closed the deal.

"Here are the keys." she handed two silvers keys on a key ring over along with a few documents and brochures about other services the company did. "Enjoy your new home, Mr. Tayle."

The automatic doors opened, releasing him from the stuffy office like building and submerging him in the warm spring day. The sky was clear save the few wisps of white that appeared every so often. His black dress shoes made clacking noises on the sidewalk as he approached his black car, getting in and setting up the hands free service for his cell phone before he put on his seat belt and began driving.

He pressed the speed dial and began driving, waiting for his sister to pick up the phone.

"Did you get it?" His twin sister's over-excited persona blared through his ear piece making him flinch a little.

"You bet! As of…" he checked the digital display on his dashboard. "10.37am, the 27th of May 2011, I am officially the owner of Pembroke house! I'm on my way there now. Are you coming round later?"

"Of course! I need to see the house you've been bragging about for weeks. I'll come over as soon as I finish work. When are you going to move in?" The sounds of nails being filed echoed in the background.

"Hopefully by the end of today, Mum and Dad have been storing all the furniture I bought in their garage. They're going to drop it off later."

"Okay dokey! I have to go, my boss is coming. Later"

The line went dead as Roxas pulled into his new driveway. His new house stood before him. Its tan paint reflected the sunlight, making its exterior seem oh so shiny and new. He slid the key into the lock, opening his door when the lock clicked. The clack of his shoes on the stone floor of the hall echoed loudly. He briefly looked through to the living room, but paid little attention. He diverted his attention and ran up the staircase to his favourite room in the house.

The first door on the right at the top of the stairs was the master bedroom. Roxas turned the doorknob and walked inside. The room was simplistic. Four walls and three doors, a set of double doors for the closet and the one that he had just came through. The wall opposite him was by far his favourite. Large white French doors, with smaller windows next to them, lead out onto a balcony that was paved with stone. The view from the balcony was heart stopping. Green countryside for miles and miles. If you looked closely you could see Twilight Town in the far off distance. He smiled and turned, spotting the other set of doors within the room. The doors, much like the one leading to the hall, were solid and oak coloured.

Clutching the handles simultaneously, he pulled the closet open out of sheer curiosity. There was no surprise present when he saw nothing hanging along the rails that stretched along each side of the walk in closet. As he closed the right hand door something flashed in the corner of Roxas' eye.

In the bottom left hand corner he saw a lamp. A table lamp with diamante's hanging from the black lamp shade. He lifted it from the floor to inspect it further. There was no cord to add an electricity supply, and there was a light bulb already in the holster on the hand-carved crystal stand. He shook, almost dropping the lamp when he heard a sudden banging at the door. Quickly he replaced the lamp to its hiding spot in the closet, pushing the door too and running down the stairs to answer the door.

He pulled the door handle and smiled as his parents greeted him.

"Darling!" his mother practically jumped on him, hugging him to death and leaving a red lipstick mark on his cheek. "I can't believe you have a place of your own. And such a magnificent one too! My baby is all grown up" she pinched his cheek as if he were six.

He heard his father chuckle deeply, greeting his son with a smile and a pat on the shoulder. His parent's were far older than him. He was twenty-two, just finished University and ready to start living. He started a job almost six months ago, working as a personal assistant to the head of an organization called XIII. With the wage his new high up job provided, combined with the graduation money he received created a good sum of cash almost overnight.

"The, I mean your furniture is in the truck." his mother smiled, pumping a fist like she didn't care how old she was. "Let's get you moved in!"

For a little over two hours the family worked together, with Kairi turning up somewhere within the first hour. The larger pieces of furniture that had already been purchased were moved in first and placed where Kairi 'advised' (meaning demanded) it was best to put them according to Fung Shei monthly. Boxes were scattered through out the house, crowding some areas more than others and clogging a lot of doorways and halls. The study was the worst. Why Roxas insisted on having so many books his family would never understand.

"Please tell me that is everything." Kairi moaned from the white L-shaped sofa she was lying on at the time. "I think my arms died half an hour ago." she continued.

"This is the last one" Roxas appeared through the arch that lead to the living room with yet another white cardboard box, setting it down on the magnolia carpet and collapsing next to it, lying awkwardly between boxes.

"Hallelujah!" Kairi sprung up from her seat with new found energy, standing and pacing back and forth as she tapped her chin with her index finger. "I think we need to celebrate my little brother moving out." she taunted.

"By 38 minutes…" Roxas muttered.

The red haired woman added, "…and 19 seconds! I feel a trip to the Echo is in order!"

The Echo was a club Kairi frequently visited with her boyfriend and some of the girls from work. It was where she met Sora on her 21st birthday. Roxas knew Sora, at first he didn't like him, but he had grown on him, surprisingly fast too.

"I think I'll be sitting this one out dear," their mother put a hand on her back. "I'm about to drop."

"Me too." added their dad. "I think we'll be going. We'll be sure to visit you tomorrow. Night children."

The two let themselves out and Roxas was bombarded with Kairi's 'I want something and I will get it' attitude for around twenty minutes before Roxas finally managed to escape Kairi's demands and tell her finally that he wasn't up to going. She left and he was left alone, deciding to use this time to unpack. He started in what was going to be his bedroom.

There weren't too many boxes in this room. In total there were 3 large ones and two smaller ones. The bed and two chests of drawers (one for each side of the bed) had been placed between the wall with the balcony and the wall with the door leading to the hall. Some boxes contained pictures and things for the balcony, but most were stuffed to the top with clothes. With a sister doing an internship at a major fashion company he had no choice but to dress up to 'her standards', with designer shirts and jeans as far as the eye count see.

He checked the digital display clock he had unpacked and sat on the night stand on the left hand side of the bed.

10:47PM glowed in light blue.

His eyelids seemed to be weighing themselves down, as did his limbs. In hope he would be resting in his new bed within the hour he pushed the boxes of clothes into the closet, leaving them on the floor to be sorted another day. The oak door on the right fell into place with a small push, but the left one did not seem to comply, going back to shut the door he saw a glimmer.

The lamp was still sat where he had left it earlier that day, not that he expected it to move, but the idea of a random lamp still stood his closet in a house that had no previous occupiers seemed to play on his mind. He considered the possibility of it being a misplaced welcoming present from the estate agents, but surely it would have a power chord if that were the case. He lifted the lamp and put it on the right night stand, admiring it briefly as he walked out the room to the kitchen to get some water.

He sat the drink on his night stand next to the lamp as he stripped down to his boxers, too tired to raid the many boxes for pajamas. He didn't often wear them anyway. Smiling, he let himself fall onto his king sized bed. His arms stretched out almost independently from his body. He didn't think anything of it until…

Clink.

Blue eyes shot open and gazed to the right to see the glass on its side and water spreading across the wooden surface onto the carpet.

In a panic, he reached for the t-shirt he had worn earlier. It was rough, old, and had a few holes in it, most of them from moving furniture earlier in the day. Perfect. The old fabric soaked up the liquid quickly and left the surface practically gleaming. He threw the used shirt to one side and looked back to the stand to double check all the water had gone. One droplet on the base of the lamp was all that remained. He used his index finger to quickly wipe the droplet off, doing so a second time to ensure all of it was gone.

Biggest. Mistake. Yet.

A/N: sorry about the long break from writing, I hope to get back into the swing of things soon. I hope you enjoy :)

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