Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own KH and all of it's characters.
A/N: Just another fic I had to write. It's probably not good for me because I have exams in a few weeks, but it just kept bugging me... keeping me up all night whilst the story was going through my head so... here it is :)
Life was hard to deal with as it was. Forget all the sweet sugary wrapping that most packages come in; that's all just a cover. No life was perfect. My life certainly wasn't.
I just wanted a quiet little place, somewhere where I could just let myself go. Get some peace and quiet. A place to call my own. I thought I found that place, too. It had the perfect seaside view, easy access to the neighbouring town and the neighbours were pretty friendly (if you like old people and yobs trying to get into you apartment in the middle of the night). I had actually believed - though very briefly - that my luck was actually changing. I thought that after my parents deaths and living off my brother's income for five whole years, I could just get my own little place, settle down. Get through college. Get a decent job. Pay my own rent. You know, those kind of independent grown-up things that us adults are supposed to do. I was eighteen, after all.
But life doesn't always work the way you want, does it? Scratch that, life never works the way you want. And I, Roxas Strife had to learn that the hard way.
When I first bought my fully furnished apartment, I was finally beginning to settle in after the overwhelming sense of achievement of actually doing something myself had finally wore off. But good things never last - for me, anyway.
I only thought, well I presumed, that when I signed the contract for this particular apartment that all I'd be getting was just the apartment itself. What I didn't expect was a smooth-talking, handsome redhead with an obsession for small, blue-eyed blondes to come along with it. But heck, that's life for you.
A/N: It's just the opening, but I'd like to know what all you guys think :) Thankiess x