Prologue: Dark City; Roxas's New Life
He witnessed too much the other day and was forced to move because of it. Something had scarred him for life, and he had to leave those retched memories behind. After his parents' murder, he went to live with his uncle in hopes of forgetting his past. That was a mere week ago, and his uncle had gotten a job and the two were moving to a new place called Dark City.
As he sat shotgun in this pitch-black Dodge truck, pouting at the dark scenery around him, he thought how his life could possibly get any worse. Life was but a mere existence in his world of nonexistence, and his nonexistent personality today failed in comparison to the more existent people.
Sporting bright blue eyes and spikey golden-blonde hair, Roxas continued his pouting when all of a sudden the truck screeched to a halt, making Roxas lean forward in his seat.
He stared out the window and saw a large castle covered in an intense fog nobody would be able to see through. He turned his head to his left and glared menacingly at his uncle who had stopped the vehicle so abruptly.
"Your school," his uncle muttered silently, pointing at the large castle. "The School that Never Was is the school your father and aunt went to when they were teens. Man, the times do change."
"They sure do," Roxas said, constantly punching the window to the right of him. "And if I wanted to learn my family's history, I'd tell you. I really don't need you to try and cheer me up, because it's not working."
"Roxas, quit being such a spoiled brat," his uncle erupted in a loud tone, making Roxas jump. "I know how you're feeling; I felt the same when your aunt died, but please don't take your anger out on everyone else. Now listen, later today we're going shopping for school uniforms and supplies. Tomorrow you start."
The truck backed away from the enormous school and headed to Roxas's new apartment. The truck went about seventy miles per hour, and Roxas caught a quick glimpse of two other teens walking down an alley. One boy had red hair that spiked up, and the other boy had long blue hair.
The truck stopped in a parking lot, and there was a large skyscraper there with a large door in front. This place was bright and bustling with people from all around. Sitting on a bench in front of the place were a pink haired man and a blonde haired woman. The two were chatting about something.
Roxas's uncle unlocked the doors, and the two stepped out; they were greeted by the cold night winds and the intense blur of fog around them. The two made their way to the skyscraper, and on the door read, 'Memory's Skyscraper'.
Roxas's uncle pushed open the door and the two entered the enormous building, and were greeted by a large desk in the center of two doors. One door said 'Staff only' and the other said 'Guests'.
The woman behind the desk had a bright smile. Her eyes are green and her hair is brown. Her hair is long and styled into a braid down her back, with curls on either side of her face. Her bangs frame her face. Her clothing was a simple dress with a pink color scheme. On her hand was some kind of symbol, looking like two intertwined snakes.
"Hello, are you two guests here?" she asked in a soft-spoken voice. Her smile was even enough to turn Roxas's frown upside down. "I'm Aerith, the Desk Lady, as Cid calls me."
"Yes, we are new guests to this skyscraper," Roxas's uncle stuttered. "I am Rook, and this is my nephew Roxas."
The lady, Aerith, opened her laptop and scrolled down, searching the names of all the guests. "Ah, here you are! Rook and Roxas, two people apartment, room number twenty-seven on the third floor." She handed them a card key and said with a smile, "I hope you have a wonderful stay at Memory's Skyscraper, and be sure to let others know about this place! Being in such a dark city, this place doesn't have much publicity. Have a good day."
"You too," Roxas and Rook said in unison. The two headed for the door for the guests, and Roxas opened it. Inside was a hallway, and they had four elevators on each wall.
Roxas ran to the first one and pressed the up arrow, and in seconds the door slid open. The two walked inside, and Rook pressed the button reading '3'; the two were heading up.
Before the elevator stopped, Rook said, "Roxas, today may not be the best, but please try to cheer up. This place is an amazing hotel for people to stay at, and it's only five hundred dollars a month."
"I'll try to make the most of it," Roxas replied. "You did get your friend that works here to get our stuff sent up to the room three days ago, right?"
"Yes," Rook answered.
The elevator stopped, and the two stepped out. They walked down the hall until they saw a door with the number '27' on it. Roxas took the cardkey from his uncle and slid it through a slot on the door, and they heard a click. Roxas opened the door, and was immediately impressed with the room.
The first room was like a living room, and to the side was a large kitchen. In the living room, there was a sofa with a purple color scheme in the center and two recliners. A flat screen television was on the wall and above the TV was a window that overlooked some of Dark City.
In the kitchen there was a large icebox with a freezer to the side, and a chandelier hung over the table that was in the middle of the room. There were four chairs positioned around the table. There was a stove, a microwave, an oven, and everything else you need for a good kitchen.
The kitchen had two doors, and inside were the two bed rooms that each had its own bathroom. Everything Roxas and Rook owned was in this apartment. Rook had an amazing job before this one and he saved up so much money he was able to pay for this room for all year in advance.
Roxas said, "I'll be out in a minute," and entered his room, closing the door behind him. He jumped into his already-made bed and closed his eyes, thinking to himself. What have I got to worry about, anyway? My uncle has a job, I have this awesome hotel suite, and I start a new school so I can meet new people.
Now all that was left to do today was go shopping for school supplies. He hated the School that Never Was uniforms; the black suit, white undershirt, and black tie with matching black pants and shoes.
This was going to be torture.