Disclaimer : Kingdom Hearts and its characters do not belong to me.

Okay, it's new story time! I'm changing from what I've written so far. It's still shounen ai (so it's no use reading if you don't like it) but I'm trying to write something with vampires and such. For those who are thinking it'll just be like Twilight… Well, I hope it won't. (I've not seen the movie or read the books so I wouldn't know) By the way, don't hate Sora yet. His words might be really mean right now but I promise he'll change soon enough. =) Anyway, I hope you'll all like it! \o/ Enjoy!

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Chapter 01 : How everything started

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They steal people's beauty genes to get prettier themselves. That's why they only target beautiful persons. Never get close to them. Don't even shoot a glance at them or they will try to get you for sure. Vampires are foul creatures that must be avoided.

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It was another long and boring day at school and Sora was glad when it finally came to an end. Spiky hair bouncing as he walked down the hallway to his locker, the brunet kept a wide smile on his face, the single thought of going back home enough to bring newly found energy to his previously exhausted mind. Listening to teachers ranting and repeating the same thing over and over truly was tiring. At least, to him, it was.

He spotted a few friends waving goodbye at him and sent them one of his trademark smiles, lifting a hand to wave back. Deciding he had wasted too much time in front of his locker, he locked it and went home.

A chilly wind blew as he passed the school's gates and he sped up his pace. It was really cold in Illusiopolis during winter – heck, even summer was! Sora often found himself envying islanders. They always had a nice weather and warm days throughout the year. A quick look at one pale arm reminded him how much he'd love to get a nice tan that wouldn't make him look like a walking corpse.

Girls liked tanned guys.

Forgetting his mental images of white sand and aquamarine water for the moment, the brunet ran all the way home, not standing the cold any longer. He passed by a tall, good-looking man and made a face when the stranger couldn't see him.

"Probably one of those damn vampires," the teen thought bitterly, mentally cursing the evil creature.

He truly couldn't stand all those freaks that dared live close to humans. Who knew what they were up to? They could suddenly find humans a nuisance and get rid of them all. Humans wouldn't stand a chance.

"Like I'd fall without putting a fight."

After what seemed like hours, that only were a few minutes, Sora entered his house and heaved a long sigh when warm air met his almost numb face. He couldn't feel the tip of his nose any more and his fingers were beginning to hurt.

"Is that you, Sora?" A woman called.

"Yeah," the brunet replied, taking his shoes off before making his way to his mother.

She had blonde hair, piercing blue eyes – just like his – and an emotionless expression as she rummaged through drawers filled with folders and sheets of paper.

"That stubborn idiot. How many times have I told him to-" the woman began complaining.

Her son decided he'd better leave before she began complaining to him about his father's habit of leaving a mess behind him everywhere he went and headed for his bedroom. Once he closed the door, he let a long sigh pass his lips and made to lie on his bed but something lying on the ground caught his eyes.

"Oh no, don't tell me this is-" he whined as he walked towards a heap of dirt on the floor, right under his window. The brunet picked the plant up and examined it closely.

The African violet that had been starting to bloom after many efforts on Sora's part looked like it would soon make friends with the trash bin, which truly annoyed the boy. He'd spent a lot of time taking care of the plant, a precious gift from a friend in his school. As girly as he had found it, he grew really attached to the cute little plant – no, scratch that. He was finally tolerating the thing's presence in his room and all this for what? The poor thing just couldn't end like that. In a desperate need to save the practically dead-looking plant, the teenager searched his entire house for a new pot and once he found exactly what he needed, he potted the plant and watered it before going in his room to put it back where in belonged, in front of his window.

The brunet made a face when he noticed some of the leaves were now broken and some flowers were nearly falling from their stems.

"I guess I'll have to buy another one," Sora whispered to himself as he let the tip of his fingers brush against the damaged plant.

He didn't take it any more heed and sat at his desk, deciding that it was time to do his homework.

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"Sora, did you do the homework for English class?" A blond called Tidus asked the brunet during lunch.

They had been friends since they had entered junior high and were truly happy when they found out they would be going to the same high school, where they met their two other friends, Selphie and Wakka. Actually, Tidus had known Wakka since kindergarten but somehow lost contact with the redhead for a long while. That didn't stop them from getting along as well as they did years ago. As for Selphie, it seemed she and Wakka spent junior high together as close friends but nothing more.

"It gave me trouble to finish it but yeah, I've done it. Don't tell me you're thinking about copying on me again?" Sora asked, certain that his blond friend would send him a guilty look and promise to somehow make it up to him – which he never did.

He wasn't so surprised when Tidus did just that and kept thanking him after his friend handed him his paper.

"You're too nice, Sora. Just say no. You're not really helping him, anyway," Wakka stated, his comment earning a playful glare from Tidus.

"Hey, guys, you'll never guess what happened to one of my neighbours!" Selphie suddenly exclaimed, her sudden outburst catching a few kids' attention around their table. The three boys sitting with her rolled their eyes, knowing it wouldn't be that exciting. "I heard he had a fight with a Sorcerer and now, he's got the ugliest spot I've ever seen on his forehead. I think there are even hairs growing on it. It's so disgusting," the girl explained, making a face as she described her neighbour's case.

"He must be really stupid. Everyone knows it's not safe to mess with those freaks," Sora stated as he grabbed his can of soda.

"Come on, they're not bad people. I've never understood how a nice guy like you can be so mean," Tidus told the brunet, giving him a strong pat on his back and making him spill some of his drink on the table.

"Well, I've never understood how you guys can bear them," Sora spat, sending a glare – that really wasn't all that menacing – towards the blond.

Somehow, Wakka felt it was time to change the subject and did just that. The rest of the day was uneventful and soon it was time for everyone to go home. Sora had been really happy, until he entered his bedroom. Something black on the wall, surrounded by four friends, caught his attention and the brunet stepped back slowly until he exited his room and bolted downstairs, calling his mother loudly.

"What is it? Don't run down the stairs, Sora, you'll end up falling one of these days," Elena scolded him with a small smile on her lips.

"But mom!" Her son exclaimed, his eyes wide open. "There are huge spiders in my room! Again!" He continued, his arms moving quickly around him, making him look like he was fighting an invisible opponent.

"You're such a wimp," his mother sighed, making her way towards the brunet's room. "You're the only boy I know who's so afraid of such little things."

"They're not little! Just look at them! They even have hairy legs! You know I can't stand those…" The brunet whimpered, watching as the woman entered his bedroom, found the spiders and took a magazine lying on Sora's desk.

Said boy's eyes widened a bit more, if possible, as he noticed this.

"You're going to kill them?" He asked.

"Of course not. I'm going to tell them to just get away and they'll obey me like good little kids," she told him with a straight face. "Now, do you want to get rid of them or wait until someone else decides to squash them?"

The blonde woman didn't wait for an answer and just hit the wall with the magazine, effectively killing the animals and watching them fall to the ground in a heap of curled up hairy legs. Once done, she set the object back on the teen's desk and left. Sora heaved a long sigh and went to fetch a broom to clear the floor of the corpses.

"Really sorry, guys," he whispered to the dead spiders as he pushed them towards his trash bin, all the while wondering how he'd get them inside it. Maybe he'd wait for his dad to come back and do it for him.

He set the broom aside and took a quick look around him, making sure there were no other spiders. When he was sure to be the only walking being inside his room, he sat and sent a quick glance towards his small plant. He turned his head towards his bag before looking at the plant again.

"What the-" he began, taking the pot in his hands.

The African violet looked pretty nice. No more broken stems, just beautiful, green leaves and nice looking purple flowers. The boy checked the plant for any missing leaves, at first thinking that his mother had cut them but no, everything looked perfectly fine. He then thought it was a new one but immediately recognized the plant he had taken care of for years.

"Okay, now this is just creeping me out," the brunet whispered to himself, suddenly looking at the dead spiders in fear that they too would come back to life. But it didn't seem like they'd get up any time soon. Hell, they were as flat as a sheet of paper so they just couldn't be still alive.

"Mom," the boy called again from his bedroom. An annoyed "what do you want this time?" was heard from downstairs. "Did you do something to my plant?" Sora asked.

"Why would I touch that thing?" Elena replied before he heard her stomp back to wherever she had been before.

The teen turned back to the nice African violet and frowned. He was no expert when it came to gardening but he was pretty sure broken stems couldn't be repaired. That was impossible.

Later that night, the small family was sitting around a table in the dining room, eating dinner. Sora hadn't said much but that was to be expected when his parents where laughing their asses off, talking about their son.

"Man, I swear you have no luck, Sora. It seems like those things just like to be in your room. Too bad you're so afraid of them," his father joked, clapping his son's back with a strong hand that almost sent the brunet's head right into his plate.

"Now that you mention it, it's true we don't find spiders in the house any more," Elena thought aloud. "They are always found in Sora's room."

"You're not hiding anything from us, are you, Sora?" The teen's father asked in a cold tone of voice. Said teen shook his head no immediately. "Just kidding," the grown-up told him before he ate some salad.

Sora truly wished it was pure coincidence but he couldn't be so sure. His almost dead plant came back to life, after all. How creepy was that?

The next day, the brunet left his house earlier that usual to take a long walk before going to school. He needed to be alone to think things through even if he dreaded what he'd end up thinking. First, there was the whole plant case and then those ugly spiders enjoying scaring the hell out of him. The blue-eyed teen was beginning to have doubts.

"What if there was something wrong with me?" He thought, biting his bottom lip as he glanced at his surroundings.

It was just an empty street with trees here and there. The harsh weather had made their leaves fall long ago and all that remained were slim branches.

Sora stared at one of them for a long while, silently debating whether he should listen to the little voice in his head or ignore it – because really, this was just ridiculous. Deciding that he would just have a good laugh out of this in the end, the brunet stepped towards one of the trees and put a hand on its trunk. He waited for a while and then heaved a long sigh, bringing his hand back to his side…

And gaping at the trunk.

Moss was beginning to grow right where his hand had been seconds prior, quickly extending to the rest of the trunk. Sora looked up and his eyes widened as leaves began to form on the branches and white flowers bloomed here and there. Soon, it looked like it was already spring for that tree alone.

The teen looked around him quickly, making sure no one had seen him. He'd be in trouble if anyone saw what he thought he just did…

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Sora didn't spend much time with his friends after school, wanting to go back home and mope about his bedroom. He didn't know what he was going to do about his newest discovery. All he knew was that he had to hide it from everyone, especially his teachers since freaks weren't allowed in Illusiopolis High.

"Oh god, what would my parents say?" Sora whispered, more and more worried with each passing second.

Why was this happening to him of all people? Why not Selphie, Tidus or even Wakka? Their parents didn't give a damn about those different. Sora's were another story. They couldn't stand them. They down right loathed them. But he was their son. They wouldn't hate him just because he developed a sudden skill, would they? Right, that couldn't happen. Parents didn't abandon their children for such futile reasons. If they didn't want monsters in their houses, they didn't make children. Many discovered hidden powers during their first years into adolescence so not having skills at birth didn't mean the kids were normal. Or would stay normal their whole life.

"That sucks," Sora moaned, pulling at his hair and feeling miserable. It was just his luck that he changed later than the other kids.

"What are you doing, talking to yourself like that?" Elena asked, stopping in front of her son's door that was wide open. How come he hadn't shut it?

"Oh, err, there is this test tomorrow and I'm just really worried about it," the brunet said, his lie failing to convince his mother, who just scowled at him.

"I hate lies, Sora, you know that. Whatever's happening can't be a good enough reason to tell lies," the blonde woman scolded her child.

"If only you knew," the brunet thought.

"Anyway, dinner's almost ready so go wash your hands and come downstairs," Elena ordered as she left.

The brunet heaved a sigh, feeling relieved somehow. He still had to find something so that he wouldn't make plants bloom whenever he touched them.

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Really, if anyone asked him, the week, so far, had been atrocious. First the plant issue, then the spiders issue, after that the damn tree issue and now that asshole who had found it a good idea to give him a black eye and split lip. If there was one thing Sora hated more than freaks, it was bullies. Unfortunately, he wasn't strong enough to defend himself when bulky kids like Seifer and his gang decided to make a few minutes of his life a living hell.

"Jesus, what happened to your face, kid?!" The nurse exclaimed as soon as the boy stepped inside her office, holding a damp handkerchief to his bleeding lip. She motioned him to sit on a chair while she gathered supplies to treat his injuries. He obeyed like a good little boy, finding his fight with Seifer had drained all the energy his frail body had had previously.

All in all, he was still really lucky. It seemed the blond bully went easy on him. His lip and eye didn't hurt as much as they did a short while ago. The brunet closed his eyes for a moment before they shot open at the sound of scissors and boxes falling to the ground. The nurse was looking at him like he'd grown another head and rudely pointing at his face.

"What is it?" He asked curtly, already getting defensive.

"Do – Don't move from here," was all the woman said before bolting out of her office, the door slamming behind her.

The teen frowned and quickly searched for a mirror. He couldn't be looking that badly hurt, could he? He quickly found what he was looking for and what he saw made his blood run cold. The injuries from his fight were healing right before his eyes. The bruise was starting to disappear and his split lip was completely healed. Sora looked down at his handkerchief to make sure it had blood on it and when his suspicions were confirmed, he looked back at his reflection and scowled.

He was so screwed and it was all because of Seifer. The nurse found out and was probably telling the headmaster, who would call his parents and most likely yell at them for deceiving him. But really, no one knew of his ability, not even him until a few days ago.

And so, Sora wasn't surprised when he found himself in the headmaster's office an hour later, his parents sitting beside him with pale faces.

"You must be wrong. Our son isn't like that," Elena insisted, her last word sounding like she was puking right there. It made her child tense.

"Are you implying I was lied to? The way I see it, you are the liars," the old man scolded her, his glare fierce and unforgiving. "You knew abnormal people aren't allowed here but you still enrolled that," he said, nodding his head towards Sora when mentioning him. At that moment, the brunet would have disappeared into thin air if he were able to. That would be more useful than that stupid healing or whatever it was ability. "I'm sorry but you'll have to find another school for him. I can't keep him here."

"We understand," Sora's father said, standing up. His wife stood to her feet as well, her hand grabbing Sora's wrist but quickly letting go of it, as is it had burned her.

The small family left the school, not saying a single word. Sora couldn't remember the last time he'd been so scared. He didn't know what would happen once they were back home. It was painfully clear his parents were mad and he knew their anger was directed at him, which wasn't fair since he hadn't asked for that power in the first place.

The deafening silence was about to make him go mad, until his mother spoke.

"Have I ever told you about your aunt?" The woman asked in a clipped voice. When Sora realized she couldn't see him shake his head, he told her that no, he couldn't remember his mother mentioning she had a sister.

Elena added nothing else and kept looking at the road. Once at their house, the grown-ups exchanged a few words before nodding and turning towards their son, who looked like he was going to be sick; which he truly thought he was going to be.

"You can't stay here. We're sending you to your aunt's," Tseng, the brunet's father, stated before leaving for the living room. The teen's eyes widened.

"What?" He asked with a shaky voice.

"You heard your father, Sora. You can't stay here. You know how we can't stand those monsters out there. Unfortunately, you're one of them now."

With that said, the blonde woman went upstairs, soon exiting her bedroom with a suitcase in hand, telling Sora he could take it to pack his things, which he had to do immediately. The teen took the suitcase with him, not believing what was happening to him. This couldn't be real. Soon, he'd wake up and discover this was all a nightmare he shouldn't be thinking about any more. But even after making bruises appear on his left arm where he pinched himself to wake up – they didn't stay for too long, though –, it dawned on him that this was real. Painfully real.

So that was it? They were putting their hatred towards these monsters before they own child?

Just like that, he was being kicked out of the house he'd grown up in for sixteen years but luckily for him, his parents had been nice enough to give him directions to his aunt's and money so that he could use public transport. It made him want to laugh and he truly did once he thought back on it in the bus driving him to Twilight Town, a mere fifteen minutes ride from Illusiopolis. But it surely wasn't a happy laugh.

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His short journey found him standing in front of a house with a small garden on each side of the short pathway leading to the door. The teen was shaking but he didn't know if that was caused by the cold or by nerves. That woman was a freaking stranger! What if she was a psycho? If he hadn't met her before, that meant she was surely one of those monsters. And he knew all too well how they could be. His parents kept repeating every day that they were evil.

Did that make him evil too? He didn't think he was a bad guy but after the recent events in his life, he wasn't sure of anything any more.

Taking a deep, calming breath, the brunet summoned up his courage and stepped up to the door and pushed his index finger on the doorbell. He waited for a while, hearing someone yell inside the house. A few seconds later, he heard steps approaching and saw the door open abruptly.

Before him stood a tall woman – pretty young, it seemed, she couldn't be older than his mom – with long, dark hair and her brown eyes were staring at him, emotionless. Then, something seemed to light in them before the stranger shook her head with a disappointed sigh.

"Oh man, not again," she muttered, putting a hand on Sora's shoulder and pulling him inside the house with such strength the brunet thought she'd end up breaking something. "You can put your suitcase here, if you want," she explained. It wasn't necessary as she took it from him and put it herself next to the door.

She then walked in a room on her left, waving Sora over. The teen obeyed and took small steps inside what looked like to be the living room. It was nicely decorated, he could admit that much. It felt comfy too.

"Sit down," the woman commanded a bit harshly, though it wasn't directed at the kid.

"Are you… My aunt?" Sora finally asked after he took a seat on the couch, his hands balled into fists and resting on his knees.

Maybe it was a bit too late to ask that now that he was inside.

"Yeah. I'm Tifa. You must be Sora," Tifa said with a small, apologetic smile; though Sora didn't know what she was sorry for.

"Did my mom call you?" He asked, wondering how she could know his name when they had never met.

"No, she didn't need to. You're the only son she kept, after all," the dark-haired woman stated with a small shrug. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Wait a minute," Sora exclaimed, frowning. "What do you mean by the only son she kept?"

Now, she looked really embarrassed and spent a few seconds opening and closing her mouth, lost for words.

"Great, she really didn't make this any easier," Tifa moaned, a hand running through her hair.

Behind him, Sora heard someone else coming in their direction and faintly wondered if it was his aunt's husband.

"Who is it?" A young voice asked.

Okay, so it wasn't a man. Or a least a grown-up one.

Sora turned around and almost chocked on air when his eyes landed on an almost perfect copy of himself. Apparently, the other boy was just as surprised as himself because his big, blue eyes doubled in size too.

"Well, Sora, meet your twin, Roxas," Tifa introduced the two.

That was it. Too much had happened for him to keep his head cool any longer. Sora shot to his feet, pushed past Roxas and left the house in a rush. He ran through streets, not bothering to try and remember the way to his aunt's house. He'd rather get lost and die right there than get back to that damned house anyway.

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It was a bit short but that's only the beginning. Also, don't worry if you're a bit confused. For those of you who have already read some of my stories, you probably know that things will be explained pretty soon. For those who don't know me yet, well, don't worry. Everything will be explained later. XD I missed writing in English sooo much! I was a bit frustrated I had to search for some words but I guess I need some time before it goes smoothly again. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this! And let's not forget reviews are love. ;)