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Warnings: None at the moment, but there will be some in the future, so be prepared. There might be some OOCness and this is AU. That's enough warning for now.

Author's Note: An original work of fiction that I thought I'd introduce to the KH fandom. I will be doing as much as I can to keep this true to its original form, but obviously, there must be some changes to make things flow with the characters I've chosen. I think I have enough loyal readers to get the feedback I've hoped for the entire time I've been working on this. If I think this isn't going well, it will be removed. So let's give this a go, shall we?

~*~*~*~Through The Glass- Prologue~*~*~*~

I was the youngest of three children, brought up in the more peaceful streets of Twilight Town. My brother Roxas was working on getting his second Masters degree of mathematics. He graduated as class valedictorian in high school. He was the most intelligent child of us three, and was planning on becoming a college calculus professor.

My older sister, Naminѐ, may not have had the best brains in the family but she was far from stupid. She graduated in the top 10 of her class. The greatest trait she inherited from our family was her beauty. She had gorgeous blonde hair like my mother and beautiful blue eyes from our father. She was just the perfect weight, tall and slender, with flawless fair skin and perfect, delicate features. She was pursuing a career as a model or an artist. My family believed that since she had such a good head on her shoulders, she would be able to succeed without getting caught up in anything.

As for me, I was the plainest member of the family. I had boring brown hair like my father that no matter how I tried could never be tamed and always looked unkempt. I had blue eyes that everyone loved, but I felt brought too much attention to me- attention I didn't want. I was only 5 feet and 4 inches tall and naturally, my body was proportioned as such. I was far from chubby, believe me, but I wasn't slender and graceful like my sister. I was slight, skinny, and frail looking. And although I did my best to focus in school, I was not even nearly as smart as my brother. I had no real talent. I managed to just get by all the time.

I knew, from as long as I could remember, that I was the black sheep in the family. My mother, a psychiatrist that failed to realize my needs to find a calling and importance in my life, tried to make me feel special, but she never did a good job of it. She treated me with love and affection but never praised me for anything. I couldn't really blame her. I had not done anything outstanding worth praise in all of my life. My father, a successful contractor, was handsome and rugged, and perhaps the only one in my family who truly made me feel loved. He would always come home from work, grab me in a chokehold and ruffle up my hair. We'd sit on the couch together and watch ESPN until he'd say, "It's time for bed, kiddo," and then push me to go to sleep.

I guess back then I should have realized that things couldn't really get better, and that they could only get worse. I was an outcast in my own family, at least, it always felt that way, and there was nothing I could do to make myself smarter, or more handsome, or more talented. I should have known then that there was nothing I could do to make myself perfect, so that I could fit in more with my 'ideal' family. I should have mustered up all the courage and determination in my little body and decided that none of that mattered. I should have spent more time seeking my passions and finding my dreams.

But I didn't. And I ended up spending the rest of my life paying for it. And it all happened the night that I met him.