A lone female figure eerily emerged from the shadows, being agile and silent as she absconded, a blue bundle of blankets cradled protectively to her chest. She stopped suddenly, her wine colored orbs scanning her surroundings in caution, before she narrowed them in anger, and a shiver of fear ran down her spine, upon feeling a golden pair of eyes glaring holes in her back.

She bolted, the only sound being her black sneakers slapping roughly against the black pavement. She would not, under any circumstances, let them have their way, she thought determinedly, her brow furrowed slightly.

The knowledgeable woman she had chosen to seek advice from earlier that day had urged her to take him as far away as possible. Then, she had spontaneously transported them both here, giving her several specific numbers on a piece of worn paper, before disappearing in a lavender mist. Leaving her deserted on the sand filled, sea scented atmosphere alone.

She snuck a swift glance down at the paper, it had led her to a hidden place between the city and beaches, a quiet area, lined with small stone houses. They each looked the same, making it difficult to tell which house was which, especially during the night. She carefully scanned the large metal numbers that were sturdily drilled into their doors. The woman hadn't specified what the numbers given to her were meant for, but she figured it was a sign. After all, she was about three numbers off.

Hearing an evil cackle somewhere near, she whipped around in fierce anger. Knowing full well he was toying with her. Her lips formed a deep scowl, silently daring him to come out. She turned swiftly, returning to the task at hand. Taking a step back in shock upon hearing a low growl, and accidentally stepping on the back of her black skirt, losing balance, as she fell backwards. Her hand holding the bundle tightly to her chest. She turned, lifting three thin fingers, closing her eyes as a white transparent shield enveloped the pair, preventing them from getting injured. She floated in midair, kicking her feet back towards the floor.

Once she felt her feet hit the solid ground, she focused her attention on the bundle of blankets, desperately trying to quiet the high-pitched wailing sound that came from his mouth, but to no avail. She looked around, panicked, desperately hoping no one would awaken. She rocked him slowly, shushing him as her gaze refocused to a nearby lamp pole. She could have sworn she saw a dark shadow.

He was close. Too close for comfort. It seemed her protection spell wouldn't last much longer.

Her gaze shot towards the numbers on the door in front of her. Gaping at her luck, as the digits on the door were identical to the numbers printed in ink on the paper she held tightly in her grasp.

She looked down at the blue fabrics, and gently opened the blankets a bit, smiling softly as soft blond hair came into view. His eyes clenched shut as he continued to bawl loudly. Her eyes welled with tears, one person was all it took to turn everything upside down. As if sensing his mother's sadness, he opened his bright blue eyes, his gaze held a curious tone, almost questioning why she was crying.

Gulping down the large lump that had formed in her throat, she placed the bundle on the step of the home, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. She moved her hands to her neck, and lifted the silver necklace that rested on her chest. She held it out in front of her, studying the design, A little X hung from it. Of course, with him being an infant he couldn't possibly be aware of the deep meaning the pendant held, but something told her that even when he grew older he wouldn't have such knowledge. In one swift motion the necklace was placed around his neck. "If you ever run into trouble, this'll help you." She murmured with sadness, stroking the golden tuft of hair with her finger.

She savored the moment, knowing it could very well be the last memory of her son she would have. Her eyes soft, as the corner of her lips lifted in a slight smile.

She figured it wouldn't be long before the people who resided within the home started to awaken. With that thought in mind, she jumped to her feet, and expertly pressed her back against the brick wall on the side of the house, listening as a door creaked open, and a small, surprised gasp was given.

She peeked out from the wall, watching with blurry vision as the female figure picked up the bundle and rocked him, yelling for someone, presumably her husband that someone had left a baby at their door.

She lifted a thin left hand, calling for a portal as a single tear slid down her pale cheek.


Roxas huffed a sigh as he placed the last cardboard box on the freshly polished hardwood floors.

Moving into a new town, hold that thought, a whole new environment, was not on Roxas's to do list. A foreign place that he knew close to nothing of, the only knowledge he had stored in his memory was the strange name that his mother claimed was unique, but he begged to differ. Twilight Town, if he remembered correctly.

He already held resentment against the town, ripping him from his friends and his possible future girlfriend all in the matter of two weeks time. He didn't have a lot to look forward too.

His mother had accepted the job offer without a second thought to her only child. He rolled his azure eyes at the thought, running a hand through his dampened golden locks. He frowned thoughtfully, it apparently rained quite often in Twilight Town, which was yet another thing he disliked, as he was used to hot humid weather during each season that passed.

He used to live on Destiny Islands, known for its breathtaking scenery, and white sand beaches, crystal clear water. A paradise, to be put simply. Parties that went on for hours on the beach, he had tons of friends, a crush he left. But for what? A small damp town that appeared haunted? Sure, his mother had managed to snag a better paying job, and she appeared happy, but why hadn't she thought of her son's feelings first? Maybe they could have talked it over, and he would have accepted it, maybe it wouldn't have been so hard.

"Roxas, honey, can you please get the rest of the boxes from the car, the movers already brought most of them, but a few more are in the trunk." His mother's voice echoed throughout the admittedly larger house than what they had previously lived in. That was one good thing, at least.

"Of course, Mom." He called back in slight annoyance, jogging down the narrow hallway, dodging the several boxes the lined the walls, and began to trudge his way toward the car in irritation.

Opening the trunk he instantly spotted two small boxes on the left side of the small storage space, he furrowed his brow in curiosity as he glanced quickly at the scribbled down name whose handwriting he could only presume belonged to his mother.

He picked up the two small boxes with ease, balancing them on top of each other, he swiftly turned to close the trunk with his left hand, hoping he wouldn't drop the items in the muddy cement.

Moving toward the white two-story house. He grimaced as he stepped in a mud puddle, not only wetting the bottom of his blue jeans that he had recently purchased, but also managing to get mud on them. "Stupid town," he muttered under his breath in annoyance.

Now that he thought of it, he had felt that a lot lately, namely since his mother had announced their departure.

In a few days, he would have to go to a new school, make new friends, and he was honestly nervous. He saw the treatment that new kids had gotten at his old school, and it wasn't good. He would probably receive plenty of curious stares.

Great. Just great. He was probably going to end up a loner, and be branded as an anti-social freak. Especially now in his irritated state, no one would want to approach him with the look of gloom on his face. He knew he wouldn't if it were someone else.

He dropped the boxes next to his mother who looked at him with a quick look of gratitude, as she was occupied, speaking on her cell phone, most likely to one of his aunts.

He dug through the box absent-mindedly, moving the picture frames, and old mementos, such as his old baseball jersey, and his first skateboard. But his eyes widened suddenly in curiosity as he pulled out a silver chain, with an X pendant hanging from it.

"Yes, first day of work tomorrow." His mother pulled at the end of her shirt, as she spoke with clenched teeth into the receiver. Roxas raised an eyebrow, amused. She almost sounded nervous, which was something foreign to Roxas, his mother hardly stuttered, or appeared nervous or jittery. He sighed inwardly, this job must have meant a lot to her.

But his friends and home meant a lot to him too...

He slowly turned his gaze back at the necklace that swung gently in his grasp, it glinted brightly in the dim-lit room. Almost as if it was glowing, it also gave off a purple tint, which was strange.

"Roxas is fine, he's right here actually. Do you want to speak to him?" He looked up at the sound of his name, shaking his head wildly as his mother approached him with the phone.

His mother getting the hint, took a few steps back, "on second thought, he's actually really tired at the moment."

Roxas smiled, grateful for her excuse. Watching her hang up the phone slowly, and look at him with disapproving emerald eyes. He sighed, knowing he was about to get lectured.

Once she was finished lecturing, he decided to ask her where the necklace had come from. He did not remember ever wearing it, nor did he remember it being around his mother's neck. He didn't even have a slightest clue of where it came from.

"Roxas," she started, uncertain, "I'm not sure what has gotten into you lately. This move is going to be good for us, I promise." She smiled weakly, ruffling his golden locks, much to his annoyance, as she moved to look in the boxes he had brought in.

"Mom, what is this?" He asked in curiosity, once she was facing him. A look of panic crossed her features once she spotted what he was referring too, but it faded as soon as it came. Once again replacing it with a calm facade, her eyes still a bit wide. Roxas tilted his head slightly to the left at her peculiar reaction.

"I-it's a necklace, sweetheart, it was your father's." she fibbed hastily, feeling a pit of guilt form at the bottom of stomach at the lie. Watching as her son stood to his full height.

"Oh." Came his only reply, he set down the chain on the newly bought marble kitchen table. His reflection showing his baffled expression, his mother wouldn't have reacted so strangely if it had been his fathers. Sure, she still froze, and gazed off in space whenever his name was mentioned, but she seemed to be recovering, the sparkle in her eyes were even returning.

"If you want it, you can have it." She smiled gently at him, clasping her hands together in front of her. She couldn't keep his past away from his forever, she was well aware of that. Letting him keep that necklace was a start, perhaps later this year she would finally gather enough courage and reveal her well-kept secret.

"Really?" He brightened noticeably, already grasping the necklace, he placed it around his neck. "Thanks mom."

He grinned widely, before bidding his mother goodnight. He swiftly started to climb up the brown carpeted stairs that led to his bedroom, plopping down lazily on his mattress. Exhaustion slowly taking over him as Roxas slowly let his eyes flutter to a close, and his breathing steady within a few minutes of silence, except for the loud pattering of rain against his window.


For the record, this is a Rokunami story. But it won't be completely focused on them, and Naminé won't be making an appearance until a few chapters.

Review please? And if you spot any grammar mistakes, or whatever, please inform me and I'll fix it as quick as I can. :)