Waking up in a strange place, with somebody else's memories of life, Roxas doesn't want to know how he came to exist. Or how he ended up where he is. He just wants to get out, get away. But when he tried to leave he runs into a strange man. Organization 13 wants Roxas, and they will get him.

WELL! Welcome to my story, lawls. So, this is my first fic in like two years. Here's hoping you all like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Kingdom Hearts characters that end up in here. Or the places. Or whatsits. I just wrote it all! D:

Beginnings

Prologue

Where... Am I?

Light slowly filtered through closed eyelids. Unconsciously, the boy clenched his eyes shut, screwing his face up in the process. He rolled onto his side and pressed his hands into his face. 'How... disconcerting..." he though. Finally his eyes adjusted enough for him to open his eyes and sit up.

The room he was in was medium sized, with four glaringly white walls. The ceiling was also white, but the light seemed to be radiating from it. The boy looked down at the solid surface he was on, expecting to see a matching white floor. To his surprise, he found himself staring at a reflection of a boy. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he examined the boy in the mirror. He was young, in his midteens. Blonde hair stuck out from his head in all directions and his face was cute like a babies. He was wearing a black coat with a long zipper and long tight sleeves. After taking in the strange outfit, the boy finally looked up into the reflections eyes.

His whole body tensed, flinched. He found himself staring into suspiciously narrowed blue eyes. Except, they were more than just blue. It was as if he were looking into a beautifully clear midday sky. A very, very familiar sky. His body jolted again, as a rush of memories pounded into him.

He let out a loud, joyous laugh as he started running, already too far behind his best friend for it to make a difference. Shining silver hair flowed behind the boy in front of him. He glanced back, and grinned as Kairi, his other friend, rushed on to join the two racing boys.

+O+

Sitting on the paopu tree, watching Riku admiringly. Happiness flowed through him as his older friend talked animatedly about other worlds. He stared out at the sunset and listened.

+O+

It was dark and stormy, and the shadows on the ground were moving. Crawling and standing up. Scratching and clawing at Sora, who couldn't defend himself against them. He ran to the island with the paopu tree, seeing a flash of silver on it. As he crossed the bridge, he had to stop at the edge where it connected with the small island. The ground of the island was a seething, moving pool of darkness. He called out to Riku, terrified for him, as he was standing in the middle of the darkness. Both boys reached out for eachother, but unwilling to leave where they were standing, and it was like time stopped. Riku faded away into the darkness, and a giant key appeared in Sora's outstretched hand. The keyblade.

More images from Sora's adventures, killing heartless, making new friends, and locking worlds played in front of Roxas' minds eye. As memories from Sora's life, and ever so faintly, emotions, coursed through him, Roxas knew who he was. Knew what he was. His chest ached in the spot where his heart would've been, as if it longed for emotions to fill it's void. With a sigh of disgust towards what he was, he swung his legs over the edge of the mirror he had woken on. Looking at it from the side, he saw that it was a table made of mirrors.

Roxas turned around, and a door that hadn't been there before stood before him. He walked over and pushed it open.

+O+

"Who knew that a place could be so unending..." Roxas muttered to himself as he leaned against a wall. He had been wandering the halls of the place with white walls for hours now. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the empty place inside himself.

As the blonde focused into himself, he didn't notice the cloaked figure approaching him. It wasn't until a chuckle came from inside the dark hood that Roxas noticed the other person. He opened his eyes and calmly regarded the new figure.

With a grace that was almost feline, the figure stalked closer and pulled the hood off his head. The man, as Roxas could now see that it was indeed a man, shook his blue hair out of the hood. When he finished and looked at Roxas, the boy gasped. The man had a ragged X shaped scar on his face, and vibrantly yellow eyes.

The man grinned, wide and feral. "Why, I wonder what we have here?" He watched the boy push away from the wall and take a defensive stance. He walked around him, still smiling his scary smile. "A pretty young man like you shouldn't be wandering around Castle Oblivion. Tsk, something... bad... could happen to you." He stopped just behind the boy.

Roxas turned and glared at the man and summoned the keyblade. To his surprise not one, but two keyblades appeared, one in each hand. "Who are you?"

He waved a dismissive hand at Roxas' weapons, and announced, "I am Saix, the Lunar Diviner and number 7 of Organization 13. Really, shouldn't I be asking you the same?"

Roxas rolled his eyes. What a drama llama. "Who I am is none of your business."

Saix smirked. "Do not worry, child, I shall know soon enough." The boys eyes followed him as he slowely started to approach him. "With introductions finished, I'd say it's time for you to come meet the Superior." He lunched forward, swinging his arm up and back down, knocking one of the keyblades out of Roxas' hands. The other keyblade came whooshing at him fromt he other side as the blonde deftly avoided Saix's grabbing hands. Snarling, the neophyte twisted around, dodging remaining keyblade yet again. As Roxas twirled the keyblade into a new position before attacking, he pounced.

Roxas eyes widened as the Organization member jumped towards him. He threw his keyblade up just in time, and Saix's hands smashed into it, fingers with over sized claws wrapping around it. But as the man latched onto the keyblade, he swung his feet out and kicked Roxas flat in the stomach. Air whooshed out of the boy as he fell backwards, defenseless.

Saix gave a feral smile as he landed on top of the boy. While he was still in control, he rolled Roxas over and roughly held his hands together. He tugged the blonde up, and proceeded in dragging him down the halls. Now, we will all know who you are, keyblade wielder.

A/N: Well? How'd it go? Read and review please. MORE IS COMING. I hope. xDD