Okay, so, this is only my second fanwork, I'm asking you don't continue reading expecting something brilliant. All the same, I appreciate that someone even took a look at this.

Pairing: Roxiku, obviously. Because I just love those two together.

Disclaimer: I own copies of the games. Sue me for it. No, really... if I owned Sqeenix and Disney, Disney wouldn't be putting out the crap that it is now.

The brunette cracked his eyes open a bit, looking between his eyelashes at a strip of the ceiling above his bed. Something was in the way a bit , though Something yellow, and all of a sudden Sora wasn't sure if he liked the color yellow anymore. He was scared for a moment, and then he was terrified. He could feel the warmth of another person. It wasn't direct, but it was definitely there. Yes, most definitely there was another person there. Terrified as he was, the Keyweilder's blue eyes snapped up to see a familiar face, though he couldn't pin a name to it, or to the reason it was familiar.

"Who're you?" his voice was shaky, but he was unmistakable sleepy. Sora wasn't the most active person when he first woke up. So his vision was a little blurred even now as he was trying to force down the lump in his throat.

"You," the blonde replied vaguely, seeing no need to give his name to his Other. If the brunette before him had any sense then he figured that he would understand. After all, this was Sora, the Keyblade Master himself. He had been chosen by the Kingdom Key, certainly he understood these things. He would be able to give Roxas the answer he had wanted for so long. However, upon seeing the look on the other's face he started to doubt this.

"No way, you can't be me, 'cause I'm me. There can't be two of me. I'm not that stupid," the brunette responded, clear blue eyes void of any fear that had been showing before. This guy must be insane, how could he be him, when he himself knew who he was. He was Sora. No one else was Sora, especially not a blonde. The other boy had to be clinically insane, that was the only explanation that the brunette could think of.

This brought a bit of a spark to his eyes, like he had miniature suns behind them. What if this guy really was insane? That would be so awesome. The spiky haired boy couldn't wait to tell his friends about this. He wanted to run outside right now and wake them up, telling them all about it. An insane person! He could be a blood thirsty psychopath, and Sora got away fine, perfect, happy as can be! He was so cool, right? This was amazing.

Sighing slightly the blonde continued looking down at his Other, realizing he had overestimated the boy. Of course he had. If he, Roxas, was the way he was, his Other would be the complete opposite. It made perfect sense, how could he have missed the mark by such a wide margin?

"I am you, accept it. Look at my face? Sort of like looking into a mirror, right? Almost? We're two distinctly different people yet at the same time we're two parts of a whole. The same heart so to speak. The second you lose it, poof, I'm gone. Understand?" though he knew the other boy didn't. As amazingly powerful as he was considered among the different worlds, this kid sure wasn't very smart, was he? He made a good Other, though. For as cold as Roxas was, Sora was open and warm. The two were in fact two halves, the only thing that was needed to know that was to take a look into their eyes. At first their eyes seemed to mirror the other's, but there would always seem to be something wrong if you looked close enough.

Roxas had eyes like a sheet of ice, hard and cold even though they were the same color of Sora's. In fact, you could say they were like the world he had found himself in to begin with. Cold and bleak, constantly raining, and always dark. Always dark with only the neon lights from buildings in the Dark City, the brightest of them being Memory's Skyscraper. Of course, there was always Kingdom Hearts, hovering like a moon above the world, casting a white glow on the ground, creating more shadows than were needed in such a dreary world, such a world that was never meant to exist, that didn't really exist.

Sora's eyes were different, happier, hopeful. They were like the island sky, rarely clouded enough to stop the light radiating from the sun to illuminate the ground beneath it, or in this case the Heart's of others near him. His eyes were like his home, too, Destiny Islands. It was such a happy place, managing to recover easily from times of hardship. It was always a place of hope, somewhere to escape to during times of depression. Rain and storms happened, of course, but they were signs of hope, always signs of hope. They made the island look more alive, the scenery brighter, the atmosphere lighter. That was what Sora was, too. A light shining through and giving hope to other people. He always was clinging to fragments of hope and, as if by some sort of magic, that hope always seemed to spread, the broken shards and fragments coming together to form something bright again.

The more lively of the two simply nodded enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear. He didn't quite understand what the blonde above him was saying, but it sounded cool. At first he thought about a Nobody, but that didn't make sense because he had his Heart, and he was living his life, happy as he could be. Sure, he knew that he could have had a nobody, thought he remembered being told that he did. No, wait, now that he thought about it...

"R...Roxas..?" he questioned quietly, the light in his eyes dimming, to be replaced with a different one, one that looked a little hazy, as if it was coming through thick fog. Usually, that meant Sora was trying to figure something out and was actually comprehending for a change.

The blonde gave a slight smirk in response to the question. So he did know, and even understand to some degree. That was wonderful, it made everything much easier for him. To be honest though this was all very strange. It was then that he suddenly became aware of an odd feeling in his chest. It felt like...something was there. Nobodies didn't exactly follow proper human anatomy, their bodies being filled by Darkness and nothing else. A Nobody had no blood to shed, the striking red color never came out of wounds, letting them know they were alive, they existed, and they could feel. Because they weren't alive, they didn't exist, and could not feel, it made no difference to most of them. The key phrase there was, " most of them," because Roxas knew Organization did not fall into the category with other Nobodies. None of that mattered anymore, though.

That night it had been raining, a storm, actually. Ominous with strong winds and heavy downpours, thunder penetrating through the peaceful silence that normally accompanied night on the islands. The waves were crashing more violently upon the white shore than usually. Perhaps it was just another ominous symbol, perhaps just something that happened. Who knew? To the islanders storms were only thoughts of greener plants and clearer water. They were common, but not frequent. It seemed nothing out of the ordinary, there was no reason for anyone to think it odd. No reason for anyone but the Keyweilders, and even they thought nothing of the storm itself. More so of the sudden, new burst of energy that they felt appear there.

So, with the mist clinging to his window, and the rain coming down so hard it would surely stop him from making it all the way to either of his friend's houses, Sora went back to sleep, muttering, "Get some rest, Roxas. We'll need a story," because even the childish Keyblade Master knew no one would accept this story of his.

AN: Thanks for reading this, take note that the actual chapters will be longer. This was just a short little intro for it, and the whole thing is for a contest on DevianArt. I'm having tons of fun with the theme of it, and all. We were supposed to be creative with a theme from a given set, and I picked the theme of a rain or storm. You'll see what's going on in a bit.