AN: Yay for me! Another story :) This… uhm… can you call it plot (?)… came to me while I was listening to 'Do You Remember' by The Summer Obsession. And since I'm lazy, that's where the title's from.
I want to dedicate it to: ANDI!! (adwkokos) 'Cause she's spending loads of time on helping me with my crappy grammar and spelling...(I'm not THAT bad... but there's always mistakes, ey?)
-Re-written version
Category:
Romance/Angst
Pairing: Axel x Roxas.
Disclaimer: Well obviously I don't own Kingdom Hearts…
Proof: Kairi exists, and there's not a lot of hot, sweaty make out scenes between any hot guys!! If I did own Kingdom Hearts… you'd notice…. xP
Warning:
Yaoi (boy x boy love) and since it's me, there will be some Limes/Lemons in later chapters… That's why it's rated M!! And probably there will be some language…
There will be some major OOC-ness …

Chapter 1:

Roxas was lying in his bed, the stereo in his room turned up to max volume. The room was dark, seeing that he had turned the lights off. Roxas had also pulled out the curtains, preventing the last light of day from entering.

The blonde boy didn't pay much attention to that his music was so loud. No one was home to care about it anyway. They were out, celebrating that Roxas' twin brother, Sora, had completed yet another term at school with straight A's. Of course, Roxas hadn't been invited to join them. He never was. He wasn't good enough for his parents. At least, that's what they told him, when he showed them his grades. They weren't bad grades, not at all, but nothing compared to his brother.

Nothing Roxas did was ever good enough. He was sure about one thing; his father hated him. If the man was angry, he would take it out on Roxas, yelling at the boy and telling him off for no reason. The worst part though, was that sometimes, when there was nobody there to see it, his father hit him.

His mother was as bad as his father, just from another aspect. She almost never addressed him directly, and she pretty much ignored him. There was no 'Hi honey, how was your day?', nor any 'It looks like something is bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?' No, she ignored him, because he simply wasn't worthy of her attention. Roxas also often got blamed for things which Sora did. He was told he had a bad influence on his wonderful, perfect brother.

Apart from how they looked, Sora and Roxas weren't very much alike at all, even though they were twins. They both had the same spikey, gravity-defying hair, Roxas blonde and Sora light brown. Their eyes had the exact same vivid shade of sapphire, and their features all over were similar. But when it came to the inside, the two couldn't have been more different from each other. Sora was simply a spoiled brat. Their parents loved him, though he wasn't as perfect as they thought he was. He was just a good actor, knowing when to play his cards right. Sora was among the popular kids at school, and had loads of what one would call 'fake friends'; people who just hung out with him for the popularity, that is. Sora rarely did his own homework, seeing he had people who gladly did them for him. So, Roxas' twin was just plain fake.

Sora was even gay. He was with one of the hottest and most popular guys in school, a sophomore named Riku. Roxas had no interest in telling their parents Sora liked guys. They would most likely yell at him again, finding a reason why it was Roxas' fault.

Roxas felt a tear run softly down his cheek. His life hadn't always been like this. It hadn't been bad, until four years ago, when Roxas was at the age of eleven. His older brother, best friend and role model, Leon, had been thrown out of the house by their dad. The reason was that he confessed he was in love with his friend, Cloud. When Leon left, Roxas had been furious with his parents. He loathed them for being able to do something like that to their son. Sora hadn't felt the same way. He loved it. One sibling less meant more attention for him. It was at this period Roxas' hatred for his family started, and it just grew stronger as time passed.

Roxas let a finger trail across his arm. Beneath the fabric of his sweater there was a bruise. His father had hit him again last night, after a night out with Roxas' mother. When Roxas' father was under the influence of alcohol, his ways of treating his blonde son were so much worse. It was these times the hits hurt the most, and the worst part was that his father didn't even have a reason to be angry.

Angrily, Roxas wiped away a couple of new tears that left his cerulean eyes. The blonde walked over to his stereo to turn it off. Roxas snorted at himself. Why was he crying? He didn't care that no one loved him.

Letting out a growl of frustration, Roxas grabbed a hold of a book, flinging it hard across the room. It hit the wall with a loud thud. The blonde broke down on the floor where he stood, sobbing miserably. Who was he trying to fool? He did care, and it was hurting him more than anything. No one loved him.

Making his way over to his desk, Roxas opened a drawer beneath it. He shuffled through the content, before he found the object of his searching. He pulled it out, looking down at the small, sliver scissor in his hand. More warm tears ran down his face as Roxas harshly pulled up the sleeve of his sweater, revealing several cuts and scars scattered across the blonde's wrist and further up his arm. Whenever Roxas had bottled up his feelings for too long, and they became too painful, he would cut himself. It was his way of releasing tension. It was the way he could soothe the pain when he didn't manage to cry. He just needed something to help him forget the pain the feelings rebelling inside him caused. Even if it was just for a little while. The cutting did exactly that. It helped him forget his inner pain, because the physical pain of the bleeding wound would drown it.

Flipping the scissor open, Roxas pressed one of the cold blades against his wrist. He slid it across, shutting his eyes tightly as to stop the tears that fell, as he left two more cuts in his skin. The pain from the cuts burned fiercely, the thin wounds leaking crimson liquid that ran down Roxas' wrist, dripping onto his pants. The boy rolled the sleeve of his sweater down again, and clutched his wrist hard with the other hand.

He leaned with his back against the wall, his eyes still closed. The only sound in the room was Roxas' hushed sobs. The boy sat like that, until he slowly drifted off to a slumber, only one thing in his mind.

No one loved him.

He was…

alone.

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AN: Oh my…
I'm sorry this is so short. But I really wanted to get chapter 1 finished, so I could get to the parts I'm really looking forwards to!
And just in case you are wondering what time a year this is, it's the winter, soon to be Christmas. Chapter 2 will be a bit more event-filled and… longer!! And Axel will be in it! They're not gonna actually meet until chapter 3, but they'll notice each other soon. And I really have to stop telling you what's going to happen!
My lips are sealed! And yes, I'll put in a lemon in this story, but laaater on… Because it can't be a… plot-less lemon… hehe… but never mind! I'm just rambling!

An evil chocolate cupcake and marshmallows for reviewers!!!!