A/N: New story that attacked me in my sleep and wouldn't go away.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, at all
Warnings: Swearing, a lot of it, mentions of abuse and self inflicted harm. Oh, this is my first attempt to write anything involving Kingdom Hearts characters outside of the main six, and my absolute first attempt at anything relating to Final Fantasy. Never actually played Final Fantasy so I'm working off minimal information.
I love a good, brisk run in the morning.
I sent a glance back behind us as we ran and noticed they were getting closer. With a quiet curse I turned into the next alleyway and knew the others had followed me. We ran to the back of it and jumped up onto the trashcan that everyone conveniently puts there. We hopped the back fence, landing on the ground a little harder then we wanted to. That didn't matter right now though.
We sprinted toward the end of the alleyway and did a quick look around to get our bearings.
"Hey, you!"
Looking to the left we found that our pursuers had buddies and we quickly turned to the right.
Now, you're probably wondering what on earth's going on, right? Let me explain. This actually happens a lot more then it should have, our group spending the morning (and usually the rest of the day) trying to stay away from the people chasing us. And who are the people chasing us, you ask?
The cops, of course.
Now, who are we? First, our self-proclaimed leader and my best friend; Hayner. This blonde haired, camo-wearing boy is usually the reason we're all running. Then there's Pence, the dark haired, slightly over weight boy of the group. Olette is the voice of reason who we usually don't listen to. Then there's Naminé, the quiet blonde.
And who am I? I'm Roxas, and this is how I spend most of my mornings.
"Someone stop them!"
Back to the present, we were still sprinting down the street now dodging the early morning workers who were trying to make their way to their office buildings. We quickly ran across a street, hoping that the morning commuters didn't hit us as we went. Horns blared but no one actually hit us so we paid no mind. A quick glance back showed that it had slowed the cops chasing us though.
I let myself grin a little as we turned down the next street. There, our goal. Across the street at the end of the road was our hide out. Dashing across the (thankfully) empty street, we jogged up the stairs that led to the building before us. Hayner sent us his trademark grin and opened the door.
It would be worth noting that our luck had been bound to run out for months. It would also be worth noting that we never locked the door since none of us have a key. So really, why were we all so stunned to open the door and see a cop standing there waiting for us?
We quickly tried to backpedal, only to see that the rest of the cops had caught up and we were surrounded.
Damn.
Have you ever ridden in a squad car? No? You should try it sometime; it's a once in a lifetime experience.
Or, as least, I hope it is.
Being brought into the station, being finger printed, having DNA swabbed, and being put into a holding cell until they know what to do with us. Also once in a lifetime experiences.
Hopefully.
Now, you're probably wondering what on earth we could possibly do every morning to get in trouble with the cops. It varies really, but it all comes down to petty theft.
See, we're all street orphans. No, we don't live in an orphanage or anything of that sort. Nor do we have jobs or even go to school.
You see the problem?
No money means no food and that doesn't really work for us. It's not like we ever take anything expensive. I mean, are you really going to miss a one-dollar bag of Doritos? Especially when you have like twenty more bags sitting right next to it? No, I didn't think so.
Now you're probably thinking that since we do this so often, how is it we haven't gotten smart enough to not get caught? As I mentioned earlier, Hayner is usually the reason we get caught. Being subtle is not something that he has ever learned to do.
Street kids cause problems, and there's an alarmingly large amount of them here in Midgar. Everywhere you go there's a bunch of kids sitting on the street. And does it occur to anyone to help them? No, of course not. Everyone else is too busy to notice a bunch of street orphans. So we end up causing problems.
But really, is it our fault that we need to eat?
I was sitting in the corner of the holding cell, resting my head against the wall. Naminé was using my shoulder as a pillow. Hayner was sitting next to her and Olette was using his shoulder to lean on. Pence was on her other side.
We were close, the five of us. We had met a few years back and had been there for each other ever since. We were the only ones who knew anything about each other. Like how Naminé is really good at drawing, even if some of her pictures are dark and morbid. And Olette usually wakes up in the night screaming from some memory that came back to her. Pence, despite (or perhaps because of) the fact that we don't have much food has an eating disorder. And Hayner? Hayner used to be a cutter. We got him to stop that habit, but not before he gave us a few scares.
But my secret is the worse of them all. According to the rest of the group anyway. I personally don't find it to be that big a deal. The past is in the past and nothing I can ever do will change it. Or so I thought.
Our caretaker, so to speak, came to a stop in front of our holding cell, "We have found places for each of you to go."
Silence met this, though I bet he had been expecting us to jump around and cheer. We didn't need a place to go, we needed food, or cash. We'd take either.
The man with silver hair (who has silver hair?) behind the bars frowned, "You four," he pointed to Naminé, Hayner, Pence, and Olette, "come with me. You stay here Roxas."
Oh, knowing my name was never a good sign. The other four didn't move from their spots. The man frowned and made a waving motion. A few more cops came over and physically removed the four from the holding cell, leaving me all alone. I vaguely wondered what they were going to do with me. Why had I been targeted? Hell, how did they know my name?
"Roxas?"
I looked up to see blonde hair and bright blue eyes. My bright blue eyes. I felt my world come crashing down.
