Recu: This story was inspired by Kyle Xy, So if you notice anything that looks slightly familiar that's probably why.
Ridley: we don't Own Kingdom hearts or Kyle Xy. I don't know who does but I am so jealous of them right now.
Recu: Sorry if it seems rushed I wanted to get it up before I chickened out.
Floating that's all there was, floating it's all he knew, this small space that allowed him to live. This space it was all he knew and therefore what comforted him. He had always been here in this small floating ...Place. There was nothing else, Dark, small, and Floating.
There were mumbles outside if his small dark existence and a bubbling sound. The darkness flashed Red multiple times and a loud noise blared into his existence occasionally.
He began to shake and slowly he began floating downwards until he felt something hard below him.
And then he was no longer floating.
Chapter 1: Born.
The car zoomed down the highway. A black blur for as long as it remained moving. No other vehicles were on the road making their escape much easier and faster than the driver thought it'd be.
The black hared man glanced at the passenger seat, a small blond boy rapped in nothing but a long black lab coat lay sleeping, safely buckled in with an x like seatbelt that stretched over his shoulders and across his chest. The black eyelashes kissed his cheeks as they struggled to open for the first time. The driver laid a hand over those eyelashes in an attempt to calm the boy down.
As the boy calmed the man Smiled fondly before it vanished as he thought of their situation. He had grown too attached to this boy, and that was why they were running. The boy had his heart the moment he saw him as an infant.
The heart of a father he thought long buried along with his wife Minnie had passed away while pregnant with their first child. But this boy had managed to capture it and keep it for sixteen long years, even as he sat unmoving and unaware for all of that time. Snapping out of his thoughts the man turned his attention back to the rode.
"!" he gave a shout and turned the steering wheel to the side as something jumped out in front of the car. The road was slick from the rain causing the wheels to skid and the car to flip sideways. The car Rolled three times before coming to a stop at the shoulder of the road.
The man in the driver's seat had little time to ponder his bleeding forehead as he saw the shadow start to walk toward the boy's side of the car. The man quickly unbuckled his own seatbelt and kicked open his own door.
He slid over the hood of the car and positioned himself right between the shadow and the boy. "Give it up Mickey." the shadow's voice was deep. "He's just an experiment, Xemnes warned you not to get attached to him." The Shadow stopped just close enough for his features to be seen in the dim lights of the headlights.
The man flipped back the hood of his own black lab coat to reveal a blue mullet. "Shut up Saix, he's still a living person and I…" Mickey hesitated before thrusting his hands out in front of him. A flash of flakey light dispersed and revealed a large golden key in Mickey's hand.
"I won't let you hurt him!" Saix sighed and moved forward but stopped when Mickey adjusted his Key to point at him, He ran a hand threw his hair and sighed again. "Are we really going to fight over this? Look just hand it over and we'll forget this ever happened I might even be able to talk the boss into continuing the brat-"
" don't You think I'd know how organization 13 works by now?" Mickey interrupted "as soon as I step away from him he's dead. I won't let that happen!" Mickey said his resolve unwavering. The only way that Xemnas was getting the boy was if they pride him from his cold dead fingers. Saix saw this in his eyes and realized there was no reasoning with this man.
"Fine then, but don't go begging for mercy from me, this is your last chance." A bright light flashed in Saix's hands before a large two-handed claymore appeared. "Step aside." He snarled. Mickey only gave a look of diffidence "Not a chance." and with that they leapt at each other.
Mickey, being nimble, jumped high into the air, bringing the key he held down at Saix from above. A loud clank was heard as the swords collided. Mickey hung there holding his wait up with the blade against the claymore trying to drive Saix back. Saix shifted his hold and Pushed back against Mickey's attack.
Mickey retreated with a back flip landing on the ground and sliding backwards. "You don't stand a chance against me." Saix sneered. "I won't let you hurt him anymore!" Mickey yelled back and ran forward once again.
Mickey slowly limped down a suburban street at half past midnight. Mickey had been lucky, his fight with Saix had lasted a good ten minutes and he had receiving several nasty cuts before he pulled a last resort out of his pocket and threw the small orb at the ground.
A massive amount of smoke exploded from the orb giving Mickey just enough time to nab up the boy and take off before it cleared. Saix stood there in the middle of the road having no idea which way the traitor Mickey had gone. Mickey had herd Saix's Roar of rage from several miles off as he ran faster than he ever had in his life, carrying the most precious cargo he ever had in his life on his back.
Slowly making his way through the rain with a panting teenager perched on his back, his arms lay limply over Mickey's shoulders. His face was red with fever and the hood was pulled as far as it would go over his head. Mickey looked back at him worriedly as he coughed and snuggled his cold nose deeper into Mickey's neck. "I have to get him out of this storm." Mickey whispered to himself. He spotted a house with its lights on and decided that it was as good a place as any, nobody from the organization lived in this town he was sure.
Mickey slowly made his way to the lit up house and adjusted The Boy's wait before knocking with the hand he made free. Mickey counted to thirty before raising his hand to knock again only for the door to swing open before he could hit it so he place the hand back to supporting The Boy's weight.
As the door swung open a very tired looking women came into view. "Oh, sorry to wake you but, the lights were on so I assumed-" he was cut off as the women screamed and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my god what happened to you!" she yelled and ushered them inside
"Please come in, boy did you pick the right house my husband just happens to be a doctor, go sit over there I'll wake him." she gestured to the sitting room just to the left of the entryway and hurried up the stairs yelling "Honey! Honey!" Mickey blinked in the doorway for a few seconds before he limped into the sitting room pointed out to him.
He set the boy down on the couch careful to leave it as dry as possible with the boy's wet coat. He took the boy's face in his hands and peered at it lovingly before turning to look in a mirror just above the mantel of the fireplace across from the couch. "Did we really look that bad?" he mumbled to himself as he peered at his reflection.
His face was covered in a few scratches and his clothes were torn in several different places. He honestly thought he'd looked worse, but the lady probably hadn't seen anything this bad before. He turned back to The Boy just as the women came running down the stairs her light brown hair bouncing on her shoulder as she ran into the kitchen at the back of the entryway hallway
"My husband will be right down "I'll make you some tea to worm you up! Hot chocolate for the boy right?" she asked not really paying attention to the answer she received which was a very polite "Yes please" from Mickey.
Mickey took The Boy's shoulders in his hands and shook them. "Hay boy" he whispered quietly "wake up, Come on you can do it, open those eye's of yours." The Boy's eyes flickered but didn't open. Mickey could tell he was trying his hardest though.
He reached out and touched the boy's face casing him to jump, "Oh sorry." Mickey pulled back before taking the boy's face again ignoring the slight flinch. "Here I'll help you." he said soothingly the boys eyes continued to dart around under the lids but he seemed to calm until Mickey placed a finger gently on his eyelid. The boy jumped violently and pulled back "No, no. now is the time to open them." Mickey said in a comforting voice as he once again placed a finger on each eyelid.
Mickey lifted them together slowly but as soon as a small sliver of blue could be seen the boy snapped them shut and flinched backwards again. But Mickey was relentless as well as gentile and reached once again for the boy's face. This went on for five minutes before the women came into the sitting room with a tray that had a tea set and a mug on it. She tilted her head to the side in wonder as Mickey peeled open the boy's eyelids again they stayed at half mast for a whole second before falling again however this time when Mickey set his finger on the eyelid they flickered upward on their own half mast for a few seconds before falling again.
"What are you doing to him?" the women asked with curiosity as the boy's eye's flickered again. Mickey jumped slightly not noticing her come in "Oh umm…This boy has a very severe case of…um amnesia and can't remember anything." Mickey taped the boy's eyelid again and they flickered. "He has a hard time blinking and doing… just about everything." Mickey made up his story on the fly and was quite proud of himself.
The women bought it without a second thought but commented, "Isn't blinking a natural thing that even baby's can do?" Mickey started. 'That's a good point, why can't he do it?' he thought. As the boy's eyes for the third time came half mast he held them for a second before they fell, but automatically came back up. "Yah you did it." Mickey caressed the boy's cheek as he praised him. The boy filched at the loud shout but eagerly nuzzled into the hand caressing his face. It felt nice so he blinked again to earn himself more attention.
That's when a thumping on the stares alerted them to a man who was coming down them "Sorry it took so long, I couldn't find the first aid kit." the man explained. "Oh don't worry; it's not that bad really although I think he's gotten sick." Mickey continued to rub at the boy's face and felt the warmness of fever under his skin.
"We'll get to him in a second but I need to have a look at your wounds." the man opened the kit he had set on the table. "Please show them to me." he said in a gruff voice. Mickey complied by removing his red vest and black shirt, But leaving on his red pants and sneakers. The man took out a tub of ointment from the first aid kit and squeezed out a generis amount onto his finger.
"So how'd you get hurt?" the man asked in a board type manner as he gently massaged the cream into the shallower cuts and bandaged them, he was probably to sleepy to show interest in anything at this late hour so Mickey didn't hold it against him.
"Oh um we …We were in the woods when a giant cat attacked us." Mickey tread carefully so that he remembered his story and there were no holes. "Oh well there have been reports of them lately right dear?" the women said cheerfully as she poured some tea into the delicate looking teacups. "Yeah." the man said in a bored tone. "What were you thinking going out there with your son?"
Mickey spoke without thinking. "Oh, he's not my son, we're not related." he said awkwardly though he looked over fondly at the boy. "Then what's he doing with you?" the man asked. Mickey's eyes widened 'oh smooth move Mouse' he berated himself.
"um well you see "crap" I found him…in the woods all by himself passed out at the bottom of a hill, I assume he fell and hit his head which is why he has amnesia." Mickey congratulated himself for only hesitating once; he was getting good at this. The man shrugged but let it go, and moved over to check on the boy who watched him with wide curious eyes. "He's only got a small cold he should be fine." the man yawned.
"Alright I'm off to bed." he said stretching out his arms and heading up the stairs. "We'll question you more later." and then he was gone.
"Don't mind him, he's got to work early tomorrow and is always cranky if he's woken in the middle of the night."The women thought for a second. "Which actually begs the question, why take patients in the middle of the night?" she mused.
"So what's your name?" the women asked. "I'm Aerith my husband's name is Leon." she gestured to herself then waved the same hand at the stares. "Oh I'm Mickey Mouse." he greeted her "I'm a teacher at Destiny university." he told her truthfully. "Oh, and what about this sweaty here?" She asked caressing the boy's face as he leaned into the touch happily.
"I don't know I've just been calling him "boy" he can't remember anything. Mickey shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh well that won't do… Let's give him a temporary name." she took the cup of coco from the tray and held it out to him but the boy only looked at it curiously. "Here let me." Mickey took the cup of worm liquid and sat down next to the boy.
Mickey gently placed the cup to the boy's lips and tilted it so that the liquid barley wet his lips. "Ahh." Mickey coxed the boy to open his mouth with hesitant jerky motions the boy's mouth opened and Mickey pored a small amount into his mouth. The liquid slid down his throat ant the boy immediately started coughing a spitting out what was left into his open palm that went to cover his mouth. The brown coco dribbled threw the gaps in his fingers and onto the hard wood floor. Tears sprang to the boy's eyes and he began to cry loudly.
No, no shush no." Mickey hugged the boy to his chest and rubbed his back soothingly. "It's alright. I won't do it again." he soothed as the boy pushed away the mug with unpredicted force and it went clattering to the floor. He snuggled into Mickey's chest and sobbed noisily. "I'm so sorry" he apologized to Aerith, he had not expected the boy to posses such strength but he guessed it should have been obvious considering what he was. "It's no problem," Aerith soothed "I'll get him something colder to drink." and then off she went back into the kitchen.
As the boy's sobs stopped he looked up at Mickey and sniffed pitifully. "It's alright, she's not mad at you I'm sure." he soothed. Mickey then looked down in thought. 'How are you supposed to teach a person to swallow? When to women came back she held a small orange and blue Sippy cup in her hands. She handed it to the man who looked at it in astonishment. "That's brilliant." he pressed and held the Sippy cup up to the boy's lips. The boy did nothing but look and Mickey curiously. "Don't tell me I got to teach him to suck to." he groaned to himself.
"Here let me." Aerith took the cup from Mickey and placed it in the boy's hand he looked at it curiously she took the cup place it on his lips then placed it back in his hands. This time the boy lifted it up to his mouth and Aerith reworded him by gently rubbing his cheek the boy automatically leaned into the touch. 'He seems to like physical contact.' Mickey noted as he watched Aerith interact with the boy. With Aerith's coxing, the boy gently began to suck at the nozzle in his mouth and his eyes widened when a stream of milk attacked his taste buds.
Aerith and Mickey watched proudly as he sucked and swallowed the milk giving him praises and pats on the head.
"Roxas." Aerith said suddenly. Mickey jumped at the sudden announcement. "What?" he asked Aerith looked back at him. "My best friend throughout middle and high school was named Roxana." She smiled fondly at the memory, "She disappeared some 17 odd years ago. He looks just like her." she caressed the boys cheek again as he sucked softly at the tip of the cup. "You don't mind me naming him after her do you?" she asked shyly.
"No," Mickey answered. "But it's really up to him." Mickey turned to the boy. "What'd you think buddy, you like the name Roxas?" The boy looked up at the sound of the name and tilted his head to the side. "Roxas?" Aerith called, the boy looked to her. "I think he likes it, right Roxas?" Mickey said and the boy once again turned to him. Mickey beamed at him who stunned the boy for a second but he then gave out his first smile to Mickey, the boy's eyes closed and his head tilted slightly to the side making him look so cute. If Mickey wasn't sure before he knew now, yes this boy definitely held Mickey's heart in the palm of his hand.
Aerith led Mickey and the newly dubbed Roxas into an empty bedroom at the top of the stars. Roxas had been given a new pair of boxer shorts along with one of Leon's old gray t-shirts. "You boy's can stay in this room for the rest of the night. It's only got one bed but it's a king size, I hope you don't mind." she worried as she pulled back the covers.
Mickey, who was holding Roxas bridle style, set the boy down on the bed. "No it's fine, we were sharing my itty bitty sleeping bag before this." he reassured her. She laughed good naturedly as Roxas bounced himself on the spring mattress, a look of pure delight on his face. "Come on Roxas under the covers. Mickey tried to get the boy to lie down but he just continued to bounce letting out a cute giggle, Mickey huffed. "Roxas." he said warningly and the giggles stopped.
He looked up in wonderment as the black hared man said the word he used to get his attention. He looked scary so Roxas covered his head with the blankets. "You can play more tomorrow, but for now." Mickey took the blanket from over his face and tucked it under his chin. "We sleep." as if on cue Roxas' eyes drooped, and he smuggled into the goose down pillows. "There you go." Mickey crawled into bed next to him and Roxas immediately snuggled into Mickey's chest. Aerith giggled and went to the door "Good night boys." she said and turned off the light before she left closing the door behind her.
As soon as Mickey was sure she was gone and that Roxas was fast asleep he pried himself from the boy's death grip. He slipped out of the bed pausing at the protesting moan of the boy still sleeping there. As Mickey reached for his discarded pants he pulled out a small leather bound diary. He opened it up, the first few pages were already written in. he flipped to the first blank page and entitled it in big bold letters "ROXAS" he then flipped the page and wrote down what had happened.
Wednesday, February 5, 2011.
I was finally able to escape with the boy early this morning. He was unresponsive as I first touched him so I rapped him in a large black coat and carried him out of his room by jumping through a window onto the roof of the next building. As I climbed down and placed him in my car I heard the sirens go off and quickly strapped him in.
We drove for hours in silence. I thought briefly if maybe this was a mistake but one look at him in the passenger's seat, sleeping like a little angle calmed my racing mind. I'll be dammed if I let those bastards hurt him again. Soon after dusk I was confronted by Saix, a lackey of the organization's head Xemnas. He tried to get me to return the boy, but I had already made my vow. I Will Protect Him, no matter what I have to do.
I fought with Saix and was able to escape with the help of a small smoke bomb I got from Donald's nephews, Hubert, Deuteronomy, and Louis. We set off in the rain and found a nice family that helped us out. I was so proud of him when he blinked for the first time and he looked so cute as he sipped milk from a sippy cup. I wonder if all fathers feel this way towards their first child or if I'm blowing it out of proportion.
The women, whose name is Aerith, gave the boy the name Roxas after a long lost friend of hers; he seems to like it along with the physical attention he received. This will be good to know in further teachings. He's sleeping as I write this he deserves it, he's had a big first day. Welcome to the world little Roxas.
End first report.
(1)I felt so lame that I actually looked this up but saying "(Some Number) odd" is like saying about. So 17 odd years is like saying 17-ish or give or take 17 years. I didn't know that but I hear it so often that I felt like I should have.
Yes Dewey's (the blue one's) real name is Deuteronomy (If anyone knows how to pronounce this I would love you forever) Duck I hope he has a stamp with his name on it I mean yeesh what were his parents on? But now I got curious and found that that is the name of a Hebrew bible thingy -_-; go figure.
Review if you want but I won't bother you about it, I don't like to review so i understand if you don't but this is the first chapter and I haven't finished the story yet. I wanted to get reactions to it before I bother writing the rest.