Author Notes: It's been a while since I've actually written anything. XD So ya know, be nice. D: I guess this first chapter can be for Nyohoho. XD Since, she helped with a few things. :

Disclaimer: No words are needed.

Warnings: Yaoi, slash, boy on boy. A bit of Roxaphilism. xD What more do you want? Jeez.

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Roxas hated funerals.

Of course, the weather never gave into the mood. Or what the mood could have been. No one came to mourn; no one came to see the pair off to the after-life. A few cousins, a few aunts and uncles, close friends of the family; all to see how the blonde could possibly feel, how he was, what he was going to do, how sorry they felt for him.

And then, their lives went on, just as they should have.

No one mourned for too long, he made a mental note. Every now and then, he could hear the shuffle of feet behind him, a murmur of sympathy, and then nothing. They came, cried, then went home and were thankful that it wasn't them.

At least it wasn't me.

And who was to blame them? Life moved on, they didn't need to mope over the fact that a 14-year-old boy had been left parentless, homeless, without money. He certainly didn't blame them. So instead, he opted for sitting on the ground where his parents now resided due to the recent events, the sun shining on his blond head and making it seem like a halo was hovering over his head.

It was truly their own fault that they ended up there, he concluded. Though it made him sad, he figured that they didn't know it was going to end up this way, and if they did, they certainly were concerned about him, and they hoped he would find a way to pave a road to his now blurry-looking future.

And that thought made him feel at ease, at least while he sat there on the warm ground.

'What am I going to do now…?' the thought had crossed his mind billions of times, and although no one asked him that, the question was there in their eyes. No one had offered him a place to stay; they figured he was just another screw up; another one messed up in the drug business, just like the ones in the ground.

Even when his cousin Larxene, whom was two years older than him, came with her parents who wanted to express their pity, she stood next to the sitting blonde, staring at the tombstones.

"They deserved it."

When those words left her mouth, and the last syllable rolled off her tongue, Roxas sent an icy glare at her.

"I mean, come on! The pigs were bound to catch up what they were doin'." A small smirk crossed her face, disdain written all over to accompany the smirk, adding a bit of a different effect. "I'm glad my parents aren't stupid enough to get messed up in the drug business. But then again, they went to college, and know how to support a real family."

At the mention of his imperfectly perfect family, Roxas snapped.

He jumped from his sitting position, and with cat-like precision, hauled himself at his cousin and began pulling at her perfectly gelled back hair, the two antennae that stuck out of the front of her head, hit her in the face, did everything he could that could possibly cause her harm or damage.

Eventually, her parents came back from speaking quietly with other members of the family that happened to be there at the same time, and dragged the raging blue-eyed boy off of her, ranting on and yelling. But he couldn't hear. He knew what they were saying.

'You're a failure, just like they were, that's how you're going to end up, in the ground, like they are.'

And frankly, he was tired of hearing it, over and over.

With a snort, the blond pulled away from them, running off without a glance backwards to see the now bewildered family, and their scathed daughter, with no thought to where he was going, or no thought to care.

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After running for what seemed like forever, and probably was a good few miles, he leaned against the wall of a brick building, huffing and panting, taking in his surroundings. 'Great. I'm lost.' Was his first though, upon seeing the part of Hollow Bastion that he wasn't particularly used to. He was a Twilight Town boy, born and raised. His family had only moved here when he started middle school. The move had impacted his entire life, or that's what he had liked to claim every time another box was sealed, as if it were his fate.

This place, Hollow Bastion, was huge. Large buildings were everywhere, among with large amounts of people. That was probably why his parents moved here, he found himself thinking bitterly. Lots more going on, less time to notice anything really happening.

Deciding not to dwell, he dusted off his black attire, shoving his hands in his pockets before he walked down the sidewalk. No one even offered a sparing glance, not so much as a smile. This wasn't something he was used to. Twilight Town, being the small town it was, everyone knew everyone else, and their business as well. It was common for somewhat of a stranger to wave to another, smile, and ask how they were doing. Everything here was so quickly paced, people wanted to get places, and get there fast.

He walked, and walked, until his feet grew tired, and the sun had long before set. The sun that had shown so brightly on the city, now rested, for another day, and another, and another. The feeling of being alone etched into the back of his mind, for now it was true more than ever, the only thing that he was so terribly afraid of. With no home to go to, no parents, no loving words, no words of praise, no one at all…

Roxas was alone.

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There ya go. Crappy, first chapter. :[ Yah. Flames will be ignored, creative criticism preferred by far. 3