A/N: Hey guys! This is Katanarama speaking... or typing, which ever one is best for you. This is my first ever fanfic and really my first ever time writing.

Disclaimer: -places one hand on Kingdom Hearts and the other in the air- I solemnly swear that I do not own Kingdom Hearts and all the characters it contains.

"Look here, Celia, you took my money, and I'll take something from you! I'll take something important and something you love, like you did to me!" Luis screamed at Roxas' mother. Spit flew from his lips as the angry words did. Veins popped from his temple as he paced back in forth on the plush front lawn of his old house. The house he was kicked out of when his wife divorced him.

"How are you going to take anything if you can't get in?" Celia screamed through her bedroom window, reaching blindly and chucking the first thing she found.

"You'll see!" Luis deflected the alarm clock with his brief case and sneered.

"Get off of my property before I call the cops!" the blonde woman slammed the window and shut out her recently divorced husband. She took a cigarette from her gold case that lay next to her bed and carefully selected the slim stick. Lighting it, she crept through the hallway letting the smoke escape and stain the walls. The carpet was plush beneath her manicured feet. With one hand she tightened her white, initialed house coat, with the other she inhaled.

"Roxas, baby, are you awake?" she whispered, turning the golden knob and crept through the door. The blonde boy under the blankets stopped his breathing. He didn't want to be awake and he definitely didn't want his mother to think he was awake. Who was she for asking him this? How could someone not wake up from that? With each husband the divorces were worse, and with each husband the more Roxas' mother pretended like she cared about the boy; the boy that always was in fights, defending her. The boy that never won those fights and that all the kids deplored. "Roxas?" his mother moved in closer, maneuvering over the dirty clothes and all the things that covered his floor. She placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him. When her lips connected with his cheek they lingered and leaked smoke. She walked away, shutting the door carefully behind her.

Roxas sat up quickly and gasped for air. He was illuminated by the moonlight that lay on his floor. Deep blue eyes watered and a slender chest moved up and down quickly, trying to gather in all the air that surrounded the boy. He always held his breath when his mother decided to show affection. He hated smoke, and it seemed that's what her breath was composed of. Something in smoke's awful fragrance made him feel guilty. Maybe it was from letting his mother slowly singe her lungs until they were two black slabs of meat, maybe it wasn't, but whatever it was, he didn't know and he didn't want to know. Roxas wondered how it all came to this. He knew at the beginning everything was perfect. His mother was in love with his father, Cloud, and they shared a striking resemblance. They had the same blue eyes and blonde hair. He remembered the way his dad would laugh and spin him around the room. Roxas also remembered his father always yelling at him for his playing with the candles. The blonde couldn't help it, ever since he saw the local grocery shop burn down when he was three; he always had a fascination with fire.

Celia Torres kept one hand on the banister as she made her way down the dark steps. A couple minutes before this event, she got a call from Alison asking her if she wanted to come to the opening of a brand new club. She never really enjoyed Alison's presence, but she needed to get her mind off things, and when it came to that, men were the best bet. Her heels clacked on the kitchen linoleum as she searched around for a scrap sheet of paper and a pen. Roxas, she wrote, Mommy went out. Don't know when I'll be home. I love you. It was right around 12:15 at night when the woman walked out of her house and locked the door behind her Around this woman was a cheery looking subdivision, much like you would find on a television show. All the houses were stacked next to each other like dominos waiting to tumble down. Alison was already waiting for her in the Mercedes Benz that was parked on the curb. Celia took a deep breath. Tonight, she was just a single, young lady, not an ex-wife, a widow, or a mother.

oOoOo

"We have a new job." Xemnas said as he tacked the information to an overflowing bulletin board, "Axel, Xigbar, you've been assigned." The bulletin board was located in the south side of Twilight Town, more specifically, in the headquarters of the Organization XIII. The Organization were like mercenaries, they stole, kidnapped, fought, and even killed as long as they were paid. In the middle of the 'gathering room' there were two beat up couches opposing each other and being separated by a coffee table that had seen better days. Bookshelves lined some of the walls as racks filled with weapons and other tools took up the rest of the space. The television in the corner was a filled with static from time to time and there was a Xemnas' desk located in the corner. Xemnas was the boss and didn't go out in the field, unlike the others. Over six feet tall with tan skin, silver hair, and yellow eyes that bore into your mind, Xemnas was one of the most intimidating Organization members.

"Well Legolas," Axel lolled on the couch, placing one arm around Xigbar, "Looks like we're together again!" The slender red head sauntered over to the newly posted job. "We will be" Axel pressed his face close to the paper, "kidnapping a fellow named Roxas Torres and bringing him back here." He shrugged. It seemed easy enough.

"Another ransom?" Xigbar questioned.

"I believe so. Were doing this for a..." Axel moved closer to the paper, what tiny print, "Luis Torres. His wife divorced him and took all his money. He wants it back. We've done this millions of times."

"Well get it done by the morning." Xemnas said, glancing at a piece of paper in his hand, not bothering to look up. He was located at his desk that was hidden by papers and other office supplies. "Larxene is already there keeping watch." Axel scoffed. Xemnas perched an eyebrow. "Is there something you need to say, Axel?"

"No, no continue." Axel could just imagine it, Larxene finding a nice tree and perching in a branch with binoculars around her neck, but wait she gets tired and next thing you know she's using the tree as a backrest and starts drooling. Hopefully bugs will come crawling out of the cracks in the trees and eat her alive. Give her an adrenaline shot. She'll feel everything.

"The mother just left and the boy is home alone. This is the opportunity and you need to take it." Xemnas interrupted Axel's fantasy. The red head realized he had a demented smile slapped across his face.

"Got it, don't miss us too much." Xigbar said as he grabbed the keys off the coffee table and walked out the door. Axel followed along but not without giving a tiny smirk to everyone in the room before he exited.

oOoOo

Roxas stared at the sticky note on the face of the empty fridge. It's always the same note; Roxas thought as he ripped up blue paper and placed it in one of his cargo pockets. The blonde was headed over to his friend Hayner's house, which was located a couple streets down. Roxas figured it was best if he didn't go in his pajama pants. He took a cup out of one of the many cabinets that lined the kitchen walls and blew off the dust. His mother always used plastic cups. She only used the glasses when she was drinking, and that was something she rarely did at home, minus the occasional wine. Roxas pushed down the ice dispenser and then the water. He had always enjoyed not drinking water from the sink. He didn't care what anybody said, some water just tastes bad. There was a tiny dot on of a foreign object on one of the ice cubes. He reached his hand in and wiped the debris on his jacket.

"Hello Roxas." A voice came from behind. Roxas whipped around only to find himself staring at a torso enshrouded in black cloth. His dark blue eyes darted up to meet a pair of emerald green ones.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house?" Roxas tried to sound like he was tough, but underneath he was terrified. This man was much taller than Roxas was. He was probably much stronger, but he wasn't faster. Roxas started inching his hand to the glass full of water that rested on the island. The red head started to say something, but was only cut off by the blow to the head, courtesy of Roxas. The boy started running. Tears welled in his eyes. Remains from the glass were embedded in his palm. All the rooms were dark. His mother was getting the downstairs renovated so Roxas was trying to avoid all the pieces of wood and drywall that were in his path. All he was trying to do was make it to the front door. If he ran out that meant he would be in the public, which meant someone would help him! He shoved open the door.

"Whoa! Where do you think you're going?" the eye patch on the man crinkled as he laughed. Roxas felt his stomach drop. He opened his mouth so he would scream, but before he could let out his fear; a gloved hand covered it from behind.

"No need for that." the green eyes mocked him. "Xigbar, knock him out or something, I'm not dealing with this the whole car ride back." Roxas was being held with an iron grip. The last thing he saw was a 2x4 coming straight for his face.

A/N: Not bad if I do say so myself. -smirk-