:D My name is Lias (Life is a song) and this is my first Kingdom hearts Fanfic, so I'm happy. Any regular readers of mine are probably rolling their eyes, but I will update this one more than the others! I've got three other chapters already written, so I have some semblance of organization on this one...
Yeah.
Summary: AkuRoku, Roxas was a normal boy. He lived in a normal town, had normal friends, and went to normal school. Then, he heard the voices. Well, voice. The voice that told him that he wasn't normal. The voice that said his entire life was basically a lie. The voice that slowly began giving him his memories one by one, memories of a life of fear and power, a life of trouble and murder. A life that until now had seemed a fantasy in books. Now, Roxas is thrown into a world of powers and greed as two sides battle against one another, Roxas the key to peace that one side so badly wants and the other wants to destroy. Because he's the key to one side's downfall in a prophesy that his friends want so badly to come true. But which side is the right side? The side that says he's the key, or the side he once was with? Lines are drawn, trust is put to question, and one red-headed boy just might make Roxas throw fate to the wind as he makes the hardest decision of his entire life.
So, this will be a little dark with things, but don't lost hope or anything. It's going to be a happy story, right? Right.
Disclaimer- :D I own the games! But... not the title :( Maybe someday...
The music moved swift and fast, capturing everyone in a spell before they could fight against it. It hypnotized and commanded them, lulling them into a daze as bodies moved back and forth, around and around to the beat, drinks flowing freely as they danced like they'd never danced before.
That would be because they'd never danced to Demyx's music before.
The man in question stood back behind the rest of the musicians, concealed by the cloak that covered him from head to toe in black material. His fingers skillfully played across his beloved blue sitar as he found the right notes, coaxing his gift into action, the notes weaving in the air between the techno beat and indie singer, an undertone that no one would pick up until it was too late. Still the blonde boy wouldn't let up his work on the strings, lightly gliding his fingers up and down as he scanned the crowd to note their reactions to his spell. The crowd was excited and high strung from partying, and didn't notice the way that they now were being forced to dancing instead of just doing it for fun. They were bound until he released his onslaught of music.
Scanning from face to face, Demyx flitted from person to person, looking for a specific group of people. They would be in the crowd, dancing unawares with the rest of the ignorant beings that he was tantalizing. Too fat, too short, too intoxicated… there! Demyx spotted the dark haired woman surrounded by her allies, dancing and laughing as one of them moved closer, dancing right behind her with a smug smile on his face. Smirking, Demyx moved a foot back and nudged the guy who was standing right behind him, indicating that they'd found their mark.
"You sure that's her?" His friend asked, tone lazy and sarcastic. Nodding eagerly, Demyx nodded to the man behind her, his face easily recognizable to them as he was on their side and had volunteered to be bait. Adding emphasis to certain notes, Demyx began picking up the pace with the bass that hummed beneath his shoes and sang in his veins, motioning again for his accomplice to do his job.
Axel was all too ready to oblige.
He moved through the crowd like he was one of them, slipping behind and around dancers with swift, certain movements that seemed almost inhuman. His eyes were only for the girl, her dark hair swinging with her as she threw her hands up and closed her dark eyes, pale skin standing out like a beacon in the club. The man behind her glanced up for a moment and met his gaze with a knowing stare, and subtly backed away, leaving a space behind her so that he could slip in unawares. Flitting through the air, a flute began weaving through the indie tech beat, setting his veins ablaze with excitement.
She turned the energy up as she laughed brightly and danced with more excitement and vigor, hips swaying along with the beat as her arms flowed with the melody that had put her under the spell she was in. She was innocent to the danger, Demyx's sitar making sure of that. Her usual guard and caution was thrown into the hot, sweaty wind of Club Atlantica, and her friends were also too lost to point out that she was in danger.
Grabbing her arms in an innocent gesture, Axel felt the blade hidden in his left glove press against his wrist, reminding him that it was there. Making it seem like he was simply infatuated with touching her sensually, Axel slid a hand across her shoulder, skimming the collar bone lightly, wincing as she let out a gasp of surprise but not anger. Demyx's music really had put a spell on her, leaving her stranded in a dance area.
Gritting his teeth, Axel flicked his wrist and pulled the blade out, swinging his arm quickly across her neck and ripping it back, the throat easily splitting and spitting blood onto the dance floor and the people around her as she died with another soft gasp, quick and easy-like. The spell had taken away the pain and anger she would feel, replacing it with an ecstasy of dancing and drinking. Deftly turning her, Axel stepped back and let his other accomplice grab her and hoist her up, turning her towards her friends who laughed at how lax she was, exclaiming that she needed to loosen up with them more often.
The red head and the blond quickly slipped through the crowd of excited dancers, the beat matching with the pulse that rippled through them at a completed job. Glancing back, Axel watched with concealed horror as the girl's friends lifted her up, unknowing that she wouldn't fight back because she was dead. Laughing, they began throwing her into the air, other dancers laughing and helping the motionless girl to bodysurf over their heads, her eyes wide, her lips parted in a silent scream that no one would hear.
Axel turned his head back and his sharp green eyes met icy blue ones, their disgust mutual as they reached the side steps and slipped around the dancing indie singer, her steps excited and quick as she didn't notice them behind her. Reaching their partner, Axel nudged him and nodded, drawing his hood up as the sitar playing slowly pulled his melody away from the air, letting the spell break with the beat as the song began to end, a different beat beginning for a new song.
They were racing through the back alleyway when they heard someone in the crowd let out an ear splitting scream of horror that send ice through all three of their veins.
It was another boring, stupid day.
Nothing special about today…
Roxas tiredly shuffled through his house, monotonously grabbing his stuff that had been strewn every which way during the weekend as he got ready for school. As he walked into the kitchen he reached into the fridge he grabbed an apple and bit into it dully.
Always an apple…
Giving his mother a kiss goodbye he walked slowly out of the door, stepping across the paper that was never picked up until 9:00 when his mother left to go do what every mother in Twilight Town did during the day.
Never changes… wonder what other hobbies she might enjoy besides her sewing circle…
Walking down the sidewalk, Roxas dropped his skateboard and jumped onto it, kick flipping over the cat that was always in the same spot every morning, watching the birds swoop and fly past. Pushing off with one foot without feeling any drive to go faster than he was going already, Roxas went down the small hill, turning the corner and successfully avoiding the old man who always mailed one letter every morning, without fail.
Never two letters… always one…
Turning left like he always did, Roxas skated to the small alleyway that he skated to every morning before school. Dipping underneath the tarp the same way he always did, Roxas entered into his friend's hangout, greeting them each with the same small wave he always gave them when he arrived somewhere. Pence waved enthusiastically, like always, and Hayner lifted a hand for a high five, like always. Olette was busy getting everyone's stuff together, like always, and just managed a smile.
"Hey…"
"Hey…"
"Hey…"
"…Hey…"
Never a hi… never a what's up...
After settling down in his usual spot on the couch next to Olette, like always, Roxas listened to Hayner and Pence debate about the latest struggle match that they had seen, like they always did. After fifteen minutes passed, the group rose together and began making their way to school, Roxas staying off of his skateboard so that he could walk with them, like always.
Maybe one day I could skate ahead of them…?
After reaching school, they stayed outside and chatted amiably together, like always. When Seifer and his gang strolled past, they exchanged insults, like always.
"Hey, loser, out of the way." Seifer snarled, pushing through the group instead of going around them, like always. Roxas stuck his leg out last minute though, successfully tripping his nemesis up, like always. Rai caught him easily though, right hand to his left shoulder, like always.
"Have a nice trip?" Roxas asked in the same tone he always said it in. Fuu gave him a blank, emotionless look before shrugging and walking towards the door, waiting on her friends, just like always. Fuu was never one for their conflicts; she always just watched.
"Seifer's not one to let losers like you mess around with him, y'know?" Rai snapped, stepping back as Seifer stepped forward. Angrily, he jabbed a finger towards Roxas.
"You'd better watch yourself, freak. Mess around with me and you'll get into a lot of trouble." He threatened, like always. Jerking his jacket closer to his body, he turned and walked into the school, his gang following like they always did.
Same old… same old… maybe one day the insults will change…?
Roxas went to class as the bell rang, his teachers giving them information that they didn't really care about, like always. They droned on and on and on until their time was up, their faces sadistically happy as they handed out homework, like they always did.
Can't they ever just let up? It wouldn't kill them to not give us homework one of these days…
Lunch was the exact same, too. Same old pizza, same old French fries, same old carton of milk. Roxas ate it with the same old face of annoyance, responding to his friends' antics as they ate and Pence made a fool of himself, like always. As the bell rang, Roxas forced himself back up and into his next class, watching the teacher talk with a deadened stare that he'd perfected for an everyday use.
Face is always like this nowadays… maybe it's gotten stuck…?
He stared out of the window in his last class, frowning as the clouds rolled by in the same strange shapes that they'd rolled by in the day before. Sighing, he pushed his head up with his hand, supporting himself with his elbow so that he didn't fall asleep, like always.
Why doesn't anything different ever happen around here? He asked himself as he continued to doze with open eyes, face lax as the teacher kept talking, unaware that her students were zoning out. It's like this school is in a rut or something… we never, ever have a change of scenery. The teacher continued talking, her voice punctuated with the sound of chalk on a board as she wrote something that was supposedly important. It's not just this school though… it's this whole town. He continued to think as the bell rang, signaling escape from the prison Roxas felt confined to.
He went down the stairs at an even pace, waving to friends who called his name like they always did. He nodded his head to a teacher who gave a friendly smile, and grabbed his things from his locker before he left for work like he always did.
Never get a day off… this whole town is in a rut... what's so special about always doing the same thing…?
He walked into the ice cream parlor where he changed into his uniform, like always, before he began working with Selphi, Tidus, and Wakka, like always. I wonder what it would take for this town to do something different, for once in its existence… He wondered as he took customer's orders and gave them different types of ice cream that they so desired. The only thing that happens with variety here is the customers' times of arrival… and the flavor of the ice cream.
He timed in and then helped clean up the parlor at closing time, just like always. As he left the store he said goodbye to his co-workers before dropping his skateboard next to the crack of the sidewalk like he always did. Swerving around the different rocks and sticks that were always in the way, he sped down the hill at the same speed he always went, sighing tonelessly as he reached home in about forty-five minutes, like always. Walking into the doorway of his house, Roxas greeted his parents dully before walking towards his room to drop his stuff off, like always. Slowly he cleaned and did his chores, not hungry since he'd eaten at the ice cream parlor, like he always did.
The only new thing there was that we'd added a new triple layer hamburger…
Roxas finished his chores and said good night to his parents before he trudged to his room to finish any homework he didn't do in class… like always.
Gets old, right?
Why does nothing change around here? He thought angrily, opening his AP Environmental Science book with more vehemence than he usually showed. It's not like it would kill anyone to have a change of actions around here. Would it be so bad if something different occurred?! What's so great about monotony?
Angrily, he finished his homework quickly, a feat that usually didn't happen either. Tossing his books back into his bag, Roxas changed into his pajama bottoms before he lay across his bed, turning up his stereo a little louder than usual.
"I just wish," He said softly, "that things would change around here. Is that too much to ask?" No one responded to his question though, not like he was expecting an answer. Pulling himself out of bed, Roxas flicked the light off, enveloping the room in darkness as he pulled himself under his covers, wrapping himself up tight, like always.
Maybe things will change… one day.
And then change came in the form of dreams.
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Roxas: So... this was boring...
Lias: I know, I know! It's called an introduction to the story... things get interesting next chapter!!
Axel: Uh, what do you mean boring? I killed someone this chapter... was that not "actiony" enough!?
Roxas: Oh, sure, murder the innocent girl in a club where she's dancing and having fun...
Lias: (weakly) Uh, guys...?
Axel: You don't even know what's going on yet! Do you know why I killed her?!
Lias: Uh, hey, guys?
Roxas: No, I don't! That was just heartless!
::Awkward Silence::
Roxas: Oh... uh, right... yeah... (shifts eyes)
Lias: Who wants to review!?