Uh-oh...that's right...another new story. Before you all get on my case, my brain just never shuts up! plus...I've had this partially written since December...and I've only just gotten interested in it again. I wanted to post this earlier, but I was nervous about the responses I might get...seeing as there's a great deal of things in here that many people don't beileve in/think is bogus/flat out think it's wrong. But whatever.
This was first introduced on my LJ page, and I'll do my best to keep it updated on there as well. If I just get lazy, then I'll post an entry with the link to the story here.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or it's characters. I only own the plot and...okay, so the only thing I don't own is the characters.
Warning: A great deal of what you will read in this story is how I live my life. I'm only going to say that now so you'll know what you're getting into when you decide to say something mean. You'll not only be putting me and the story down, but you'll also be putting my personal choice of living down, and that's just plain cruel. So if you don't like it, then why the hell would you read it, eh?
Also, as you all know me by now, this story will contain yaoi, it will probably go up to M rating, and I'll stop talking so you can read.
Yes, it is written in first person, from Roxas' POV. Okay, I'm done...go ahead and read...
My name is Roxas Hikari. I'm fifteen years old and a junior at Twilight High School. I suppose I'm average for my age. I'm 5'4", and if you dare make a short joke, I'll kill you, have bright blond hair I hate because it's always sticking up, and, what everyone calls, "the biggest, bluest eyes in the world."
Quite frankly, I think they're just eyes…
My home life isn't all that special. I live with my mom in a middle class home in a middle class neighborhood. And that's pretty much all the important basic stuff you need to know about me…
Oh, and did I mention that I'm Wiccan?
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I came home from school late Tuesday afternoon, the monotony of the day making me feel more tired than I really was.
"Mom?" I questioned in surprise as I spotted my mother sitting at the kitchen table with a wide, happy smile.
"Hi, sweetie! How was your day?" Melissa Hikari possessed golden blond hair that fell down to her slim shoulders in waves, her eyes exactly like mine. Well, not exactly. Hers had these little flecks of color that resembled diamonds.
"Um…okay, I guess." I answered slowly, still confused at my mother's presence. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at work?"
She laughed, the sound light and happy. "Of course not. I'm never going back to that god-forsaken hell hole!" she threw her arms up as she made the announcement.
I smiled weakly at her enthusiasm. My mom isn't exactly your typical parent. She didn't believe in boundaries. She thought of life as a field of opportunity and precious time that was not to be wasted…she also took fortune cookies seriously and was set in the thought that herbal teas could cure anything from a bad mood to cancer.
Oh, and she's a Solitary. Bet your mom isn't a witch…
She also had a bad habit of cursing and had no brain/mouth filter…her words, not mine.
I loved her for her…eccentricities though. Because of her open, loving nature, coming out had been easy for me. Yes, I am gay, and I don't care what you think about that.
"But, why?" I asked, setting down my bag and sitting next to her. "What happened?"
With a squeal, she shifted so she sat on her knees, feet tucked under her. She leaned in and explained, sounding more like a schoolgirl passing along a rumor than a thirty-eight year old woman.
"Okay, you'll never believe this, Roxas, but this guy called me at work. He read an excerpt of my book that he got from a friend and, get this," she paused and I waited patiently, used to her melodrama. "He wants to publish it!"
I gaped at her. No. Freaking. Way. This was too good to be true! "Are you serious?"
"No," her face grew somber. "I'm making it all up. I actually got fired and we're losing the house." She covered her face and sniffed. "And I have to give you up to State Custody because I can no longer care for my only child properly. Oh Freya forbid!" She wiped the corner of her eye.
"WHAT?!"
She laughed at me and pulled me into a warm hug. She giggled madly as she gasped out, "I'm sorry, honey, I had to, hehe…"
I rolled my eyes and hugged her back, feeling more than relieved that she'd been joking. I didn't want to leave my mother. She was all that I had since my dad died three years ago.
"He really does want to publish my work, and he offered a deal I couldn't refuse. So, I quit my job." She kissed my forehead, that broad smile back on her face. "I do have a bit of news, though…" I stared at her, feeling a bit apprehensive. With Melissa, you just never knew what was to come next. "We're moving."
I exhaled a relieved breath. "And?"
"Well, I just thought you might be upset, leaving this neighborhood."
"Why would I be? I have no friends here." I sighed and went to the fridge. "Are we packing tonight?" I rooted around, finding nothing to eat. "Are we ordering out?"
"You ask so many questions, my son." I groaned. Mom only ever said, "my son" when she was about to get deep and spout Zen. I took a bottle of green tea with lemon and leaned against the counter with a sigh as she began.
"Inquisition is among the many diverse building blocks of life. Instinctual curiosity, while intrinsic to what makes human beings, despite their possession of higher intelligence, is also a spiritual connection of body and mind…"
I picked up the phone and speed dialed Inner Peace, a local shop/restaurant mom and I always ate and shopped at. As a small, new age/Zen place in a town based on business and quick satisfaction, we were probably the only people who knew it even existed. As Melissa began to wax poetic about the 'all powerful peace brought with total balance of spirit, body and mind', I ordered two cob salads with organic dressing and a side order of wheat grass. I wasn't partial to the chewy vegetation that inspired trepidation with its very name, but mom liked it.
"We'll have it ready in record time, Roxy." The woman on the other end chirped. Yeah, I don't like the nickname either. And yeah, we were on a first name basis with the four people who worked at Inner Peace…sad, isn't it?
When Melissa paused for a breath, I broke into her karmic tirade.
"I'm gonna go get dinner. Are we packing tonight?" I asked again as I reached for the keys to my mother's Hybrid. Yes, on top of it all, she's an environmentalist.
She looked up in thought, nibbling on her bottom lip. She saw me standing in the middle of the room, eyebrow raised and waiting for an answer. "What was that, honey?"
"Packing. Tonight. Yes? No?"
"Oh!" she giggled. "Yes, yes. We're packing tonight and tomorrow and the next day, for however long it takes!" when I turned to leave with a nod, she called, "Roxy, sweetie, I want you to be careful!"
"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled as I walked out the front door. Because I wasn't quite sixteen yet, she balked at letting me drive alone, though I did it all the time. Two more months, just two more months. Wow, it was as if this year was just…flashing by. Odd considering nothing worth noting had happened until today.
Halfway to Inner Peace, I switched on the radio, bored with the silence. Melissa's Enya CD was in the player…eh. I shrugged and let it play. Enya wasn't so bad. Sort of…soothing. A balm to the soul and—
I switched the stereo off in a flash. Almighty powers of Mother Earth, I was starting to think like a Zen maniac! Wait…Almighty powers of Mother Earth? Shit. Too late.
The rest of the drive to the restaurant and back was uneventful. The only other highlight of the day was Melissa insisting that I stay home from school tomorrow to help with the packing.
Another thing about my mother…she doesn't believe in the set school curriculum. She thought that all the important learning was done by being out in the world and experiencing life firsthand.
Who was I to argue when it got me out of school?
In hindsight, this was rather short for a first chapter, but I wasn't going to post it as the prologue. If you want, just call the intro in italics the prologue and the rest the first chapter.
So...um...you're probably all wondering why I freaked so much, well...just wait until the later chapters and you'll see...and I've got new material that you peeps from LJ haven't read yet so...joy?
Luffles,
-Ramen
