He opened his eyes. The hardwood floors. His head ached, he ran his hand through his hair. Where am I? He pushed himself of the floor. The many paintings that adorned the wall looked expensive as did the furniture. The room he was in was massive. It looked as if it was a mansion. Wait a minute, who am I? He searched his thoughts desperately, but his identity, even his name, escaped him.

He rose from the floor. He looked around. There were many paintings of people, he assumed family who lived there. He noticed a mirror on the wall. I don't even know what I look like. As he approached the mirror he saw that a long, black coat and hood covered his features. He tossed the hood back removing its shadow from his face. His hair was spiked and blond, his eyes a glorious cerulean blue. He appeared in his teens. Well, at least I'm not ugly. The young man then observed the garments he was wearing. He didn't think fondly of it. It was to black. He removed the gloves and tossed off the cloak. Beneath it, black pants and a black vest. That's not much better.

"So Roxas, are you so desperate to cast aside your old ways?" The voice came from everywhere. The boy looked around searching for the source of the noise. He knew it could not have come from nowhere. Suddenly, an abyss opened up in front of him. A tall man walked out of the portal, wearing the same coat he just abandoned.

"Who are you?" The young man demanded. The cloaked man chuckled.

"Shouldn't you be more worried about your own identity? I think that is more important. But, if you must know my name," he tossed back his hood to reveal silver hair and amber eyes, "is Xemnas. And you are called Roxas." The young man heard the name and instantly recognized it as his own. He also knew he should know this man, and he knew that he should be afraid of him. The reasons for these things escaped him, but he knew he needed to keep his guard up. Xemnas laughed. "You're uneasy, I can see that. I can also see you don't know why. I can answer all of your questions. If you wish to know the answers, come with me." The offer was intriguing. However, in a part of Roxas' mind, he knew this Xemnas could not be trusted.

"Do you know what's happened to me? Why can't I remember who I am? Can you tell me that? Somehow I doubt you can. So you can take your offer, and shove it up your ass, 'cause I'm not interested. I'll find out myself. But thanks for telling me my name." Roxas' answer angered the now scowling man.

"Fine then, you will be hearing from the Organization soon enough." Xemnas replaced his hood over his face and stepped into the re-opened abyss.

Roxas woke up. He looked around, not recognizing his surroundings. He was on a train. I remember now. This train is headed to Destiny Islands. Roxas had lived alone for a long time. He remembered nothing past his fifteenth birthday. All that he knew was that where ever his parents had gone or what had happened, they left him a fortune. He knew nothing about them. Nor anything of his life before that day. That day being waking up alone in an apartment in Traverse Town. He had no one, but to those who knew him, it seemed he had it all. He never allowed himself to seem depressed, but people had always said he seemed aloof. He made friends easily and knew how to do most of everything to take care of himself. He always tried to remember how he had learned to do these simple tasks but it always escaped him. He eventually gave up trying and lived with his secret. And then it happened.

One day, two of his friend found out his secret. They promised not to tell but let it slip, regardless of their promise. As soon as Roxas heard, he began to plan his departure to Destiny Islands. It was as far away from Traverse Town as he could go. Taking a boat or train at sixteen required a parent to sign you on. Something he didn't have. He packed his essentials and found a house. The house was purchased and the previous occupants had moved. He finished his school year and left without a word to anyone.

He had planned everything he was going to do in advance. As soon as he got to town he would put in an application at the boarding school. He wanted to finish school in a place where people wouldn't look at him as an anomaly. If he was at a boarding school he could make friends without worrying about them discovering his secret. Until summer anyway.

That dream, why did it seem so real? Why did I recognize that name? Who is Xemnas? The dream he had was troubling him. The name Xemnas was familiar and menacing. But when he referred to an Organization, that sent chills down his spine. Just as with Xemnas, he did not know why. It was just a dream. Now I just wish I could actually believe that.

Ding "Attention passengers, in just a few moments, we will be pulling into the Destiny Islands Train Station. This is our last stop so all passengers must exit the train." Ding

"Finally," mumbled Roxas. He grabbed his suitcase from above him. And waited. Five minutes later a beautiful beach came into view. In the twilight of dawn, it shown as a flaming jewel. The sight of the beach was intoxicating. I think I'm going to like it here.

He exited the train and gave a polite nod to the conductor. The first thing he noticed was the heat. His baggy jeans and over-shirt where to much. He found a bathroom and quickly remedied it with a change of clothes. As he exited the bathroom, suitcase still in hand, he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. He had written the address of his new house so he could find it. He stared at the address for a second. Then a realization hit Roxas. "I have no idea where I'm supposed to go."

"You might need this." a deep voice said from behind him. A black gloved hand handed Roxas a folded piece of paper. Roxas took it and opened it. It was a map. On it was an arrow. Beside the arrow was the same address Roxas was seeking.

"How did you know…." Roxas looked around but there was no one. But as he looked back toward the train, Roxas saw a man in a long black coat with a hood covering his face. Roxas shook his head as if to free himself from any bad thoughts. He folded up the map again, but then as he went to place it in his pocket, he noticed a bit of writing on it. It said:

A gift from Axel

The name was familiar. But only familiar. Another name without a face. Another ghost of the past. Roxas didn't think of it for to long. It wouldn't do any good. It never did.

He found his house with relative ease. The furniture he had ordered was in place and the keys where under the mat as he had asked. The carpets were gray and the walls painted blue. He liked it. Everything he had asked for had been done exactly as he had dictated. That's one less thing that's needed to be done. But he needed to do much more. His summer was going to be busy. But not without the thought of the man in the black coat or the man called Axel.

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