AN: Yay! Here's my new fic. I thought maybe if I did it in first person view (in other words, Roxas' point of view) I might have better ideas of how to explain and say things. I think I did a good job. (Without the beginning and ending Author's Note this story has 4284 on its own. I'll be saying this from now on. hehe) I hope to get new fans and also have old ones read this one. And it may seem boring at the beginning a little or after it, but I promise the end of this chapter is pretty funny (or my mind likes to think so...)

Thanks to Faye Silo, mah new friend (yes, I love having new friends and easily count people as one if we talk more than just reviews!) for helping in a few spots. It might not have seemed much at that time, but I would have most likely gotten things wrong and it'd bug me. Perfectionist at heart, so thank you! -luff-

Reviews appreciated! Even if it's a "hey I like your story" or something. x3 It makes me feel nice and fluffy.

Disclaimer: This is the only time I'm writing this unless it changes. Then I'll write it on that one chapter it changes on. I wish I owned Kingdom Hearts, but sadly, I don't. Things would be twisted in a way only fangirls/guys would want to see it (AkuRoku all the way!!!) I do not own anything that associates with KH either. Except maybe the house Roxas and Sora live in, and the car. I love the old muscle Camaro in the Transformers movie... But anyway, yeah. There's my current disclaimer!

You know how twins are supposed to be. They're supposed to have a lot of features in common, want to dress the same and everything. Even their parents try to make them share the same room! But that wasn't how it was with us. Nah, Sora and I were different. See, he's the optimistic popular one and I'm the pessimistic solitary brother (who, I have to add, is more outgoing than he is). In fact, he was even born first, even though our parents try to tell us that we're only a second a part. I read the birth certificates a couple years ago and it said we were precisely six minutes and twenty-two seconds apart from birth. And how appearances are: he has brown hair and his face is chubbier. I have blonde hair and I'm smaller. But we both share the same color of eyes. I don't see why people say we're so much alike when we have so many differences. Maybe it's because they think we mope around because we're not true twins-which is far from the truth.

I don't really care. But I have to admit, without my brother, I probably wouldn't have a girlfriend. I'm just too stubborn to hang around people, but he introduced us. Her name is Naminé, and she really is pretty. She has these amazing blue eyes and blonde hair, and she smiles at just about everything. Especially when I make an idiot out of myself on accident. Hayner, Pence and Olette, my only friends, always tease me and I usually have to threaten them all to make them shut up. Or at least Olette and Pence. Hayner always liked picking on me because I'm the youngest. I'm always the youngest. But to be honest, I never act my age. I've always thought I was more mature for a fifteen year old. Well, I won't be fifteen for long. My birthday is next week. Well, to be perfectly clear, both mine and Sora's.

Heh.. and speaking of my brother...

"Roxas! Get out of bed! Mom is taking us shopping today so we don't have to bother with it next week," he shouted in an attempt to wake me up by pure voice. Our mom was a great woman. She had beautiful blue eyes, where Sora and I had gotten them, and chocolate brown hair that fell to her waist. A lot of people admired her, although she always acted they didn't. Her kids could tell...

I snatched the pillow from under my head and covered my face with a groan. Couldn't he just let me sleep in for one day? They knew what color of notebooks and folders I wanted, and we had plenty of clothes for school. A hand shook my tired fragile frame and I gritted my teeth. "Mom said she has a surprise for us afterward! Come on!"

With a growl, I threw the pillow in the direction of my brother, but obviously missed when he laughed. God was he annoying when he was persistent. Pushing myself up to a sitting position, I glared daggers at my happy-go-lucky brother, waiting for him to get out of my room. When he didn't, I threw the covers off of me and stood, pushing him out of the door. "Yeah, can't get ready with some annoying brat in my room. Now beat it!" I snapped, closing the door in his face. Obviously, I was not a morning person. But now that I was up, I might as well get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast.

After randomly pulling on some clothes, which consisted of plain white nylon pants (some people, I hear, call them 'swishy' pants. Same thing), and a black wifebeater tank. My hair was still a mess, but I didn't care. I was just hungry for pancakes.

"Mom... did we have to get up at eight just to go shopping?" I asked once downstairs and seated at the table. A yawn escaped my mouth before I could catch it and laid my head down on my arms. God, I was tired.

"Of course! We want to make it to that surprise early, now. I think you and Sora would love it," she said, placing a plate in front of me. I peeked an eye over my arm, and there it was. Pancakes. She always knew what I was hungry for. Snatching the syrup, I doused my pancakes with it. Sora always thought it was a miracle that I haven't gotten a cavity from it yet.

"Mom, I can't find my keychain! You know, the one with the little sword on it?" whined Sora at the foot of the stairs.

"You left it on the counter last night, so I left it there."

"Ah! You're a lifesaver."

I rolled my eyes and continued to eat my pancakes as he took his seat. Sora, as popular and 'mature' as he seemed at school, was a little over the top at home. I mean, he's a bit childish and he still has that baby face nearly every girl goes crazy over, so why doesn't he act himself in both places? Okay, so I admit he's mature more than at school, but that's only when I need a shoulder to lean on, or when he needs mine. Yeah, yeah. I talk all this smack about him, but I care for him. He is my brother for crying out loud.

"Well, hurry up and finish you two. We'll be leaving in five minutes."

We both finished our pancakes quickly, placing them carefully in the sink, then raced up the stairs to see who could get the bathroom first. I made it in and slammed the door on his face with a smug grin on my face, hearing his whining from the other side of the door. "Roxas! You take ages in the bathroom just to get your hair all gelled! I actually need to take a shower and stuff!"

"Uh, Sora.. there's a bathroom in the basement. This isn't the only one," I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"But that one hasn't been used for a while! Plus this is the main one, so why don't you go down there and use the mirror?"

"Ugh, fine! You're really a brat despite being the older brother," I growled at him as I marched out of the bathroom with my gel. I just wanted to slap that stupid smile off his face, but I retained myself. Nothing good would come out of it in the end.

After ten minutes of us getting ready, we headed to the door where our mother currently was. She threw her arms up exaggeratedly and sighed forcefully. "About time you boys got done! Let's hurry on." She ushered us out of the door and into the sleek yellow 2007 Camaro sitting patiently in the driveway. Mom always like the new things, including new mustangs and other sports cars. Too bad she couldn't see the unique beauty in the older types, the older muscle cars. Those were real cars.

It wasn't long until I felt the car stop, probably half an hour at most, and glanced out of the window. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusing; this wasn't the store! Where were they? I sat up in my seat, seeing Sora do the same in the passenger's seat up front in the corner of my eye.

"Where are we?" we asked simultaneously.

"You'll see when we get inside!" Oh great. The surprise. But wasn't that after shopping?

Getting out of the Camaro, I glanced at the building in front of us. It was tall, a little worn down in looks, and almost like a theater. Yes, those old kinds with the big sign plastered on top of the doors like a Broadway flick. I glanced at my brother, who was wearing a confused look. No doubt mirroring mine. Shrugging, we followed our mother into the building. It was much cooler inside compared the summer heat before, which was a relief. But what stunned me was the fact a bunch of kids were inside of the building.

"Mrs. Hikari!" I looked at the man who rushed toward our mother. He looked a bit surprised but excited at the same time. Ok, seem less happy. She's happily married.. I thought, giving the silver haired man a flat stare. He didn't even seem too attractive in my eyes. He had an ugly scar between his eyes in the shape of an 'x' and he had beady amber eyes. Weird.

"Saïx, hello. These two are my boys, the ones I told you about?" He glanced at us, a smile appearing on his face, then nodded. "I hope they do good! I'm looking forward to watching it later in the year." Watching what later in the year? God, she was confusing.

"Sora.. are you sure this is a surprise? Sounds like a plan made without us getting our two cents put in..." I murmured while the adults talked. He shrugged.

"I hope she isn't selling us out to some creepy guy. Looks as if he has enough kids on his hands anyway..." he said back. Nah, she wouldn't do that to us. ...Would she?

"Ok, boys. I'm going to leave you in the care of Saïx. He's the play director!"

"What?!" I gasped, letting my jaw drop afterward. I hated plays. I couldn't act. I was good at skateboarding, art and music, but not acting. It was out of the question. "Mom, I can't do-"

"A play?! Great idea! What are we doing?"

"I'll leave that to him to explain. Now, be good. I'll tell you guys everything when you get home, after you tell me how it went here," she said, her oceanic eyes sparkling. I was about to protest but she straightened and headed out of the theater, stranding us. I looked back at the man named Saïx and scowled. Great. Dumped off in a place with a stranger plus more than a dozen kids.

"Hey, look! It's Riku!" I heard my brother exclaim, running off. I began to follow, but a hand grabbed at my shoulder. I slowly looked at the hand, followed up the arm, until I was looking at those amber eyes of the man. What was he gonna do? I had a feeling he was gonna beat the living crap out of me, but he only smiled warmly.

"Don't worry about it. She's not just getting rid of you. This is just a play for the school next year," he said.

"But I never signed up for some stupid play or the drama class. What said I'd want to be in one during school?" I snapped, pulling my shoulder from his grip.

"Your mother means well. Like she said, she'll explain it."

"Like hell you know what my mother is like," I muttered under my breath as I looked away from him.

"Saïx, sir, are you picking on the new kids again? I swear, you seem to do that a lot."

I looked in the direction of the voice, which was coming from the other side of the man. However, Saïx was in the way and I had to lean to the side a little just to see him. The boy had flaming red hair that was spiked back, wore a black zip-up hoodie and a green shirt (or tank top, I couldn't tell at the time being) underneath, a pair of stonewashed torn jeans and green converse shoes. But the feature that stood out the most was his green eyes and a pair of black upside down triangles (tattoos or markers?) under his eyes. It was a contrast compaired to his hair and his worn down look.

"Axel! I didn't think you were going to make it today," said Saïx. A smirk appeared on Axel's face and he shook his head.

"Never. I'd give the world to be here, sir." His eyes then passed the man and looked straight at me, raising an eyebrow. I crossed my arms stubbornly and scowled at him, then turned and left for my brother. This place gave me the creeps and I wanted to leave now.

"So my mom dropped us off here without explaining and thing and now Roxas is being all grumpy about it. I don't think it's that bad now since you guys are here," said Sora with his trademark goofy grin. I cleared my throat, which got the attention of Sora, as well as Riku, Kairi, Tidus, Selphie and Wakka. "Speaking of Roxas, he-"

"Yeah, right here. I'm not being grumpy about it," I snapped indignantly, glaring daggers at him.

A whistle interrupted both of us from arguing and I turned around to see the kids sitting down and facing Saïx. I did the same, taking a seat on the lowest platform of the make-shift bleaches. I grimaced when the redhead from earlier sat near me, along with three of his friends. One was a blonde with a ridiculous hairstyle, a mohawk, and blue eyes. He seemed a bit scrawny, but Axel was skinnier than even him. Another one had extremely light pink hair that stopped at his shoulders (why would a guy dye his hair any sort of pink, seriously? It was odd...), and eyes that seemed to be a mix of blue and purple eyes. The other boy had a wealth of silver-blue hair, in which half of it covered the right side of his face. Only one steel blue eye was visible. God, he hung out with an odd crowd.

"Ok, kids. Thanks to Mrs. Hikari for funding us, we are able to finally get this play underway. You'll get your parts and scripts soon, but first, the actors must get to know each other. Familiarity and order is something that must be achieved. Otherwise, it would bring the whole team down and make a complete mess in the midst of working," said Saïx. I held back a groan-this was stupid. Why did I have to be here again? "So here's a game suggested by a few people. Pick a person and ask them twenty questions, in which they have to answer honestly, whether you like it or not. Don't get too personal, though."

Uh-huh. Telling that to a bunch of teenagers wasn't going to help at all. Apparently he forgot how they all were. I could already hear Riku asking Sora questions (weren't they already good friends?), Tidus asking Kairi and Wakka asking Selphie. Perfect...

That's when I felt a tap on my shoulder and dislodged my chin from the palm of my hand to look. "What do you want?" I asked flatly at the redhead. He only smirked; didn't he get the hint I didn't care to talk to him?

"Well, if we're going to be in the same play, we gotta get to know each other. Just twenty questions."

"Ten."

"Fifteen!"

"Whatever..."

"All right," he said, situating himself more comfortably next to me. "Are you parents still married?"

"It's not supposed to be personal!" I snapped, glaring at him in the corner of my eye. He raked a hand through his red spikes, glancing up at the ceiling. "Yeah, they're still married..."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah, that weird brown haired kid talking to Riku, the one with silver hair."

"What's his name?"

"Sora..."

"How old are you?"

I paused. God this guy was creepy. "...Fifteen..." I finally responded. My left ankle was getting tired so I switched my feet, placing it on top of my right one.

"When is your birthday?"

"Next Tuesday.."

"What's your favorite hobby?"

"I have three: skateboarding, art and music."

"Do you play an instrument?"

"I'm learning to play the guitar."

"Are you rich?"

"...I guess. I don't pay attention."

"Do you go to a local school?"

"Yeah.."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

What the hell?! "Yeah, Naminé." Why should he care?

"Are you in a band?"

"No." I wish Hayner, Pence and Olette were here. Then they could ask me stupid questions instead of this guy.

"Do you have any friends?" He glanced at me this time. He probably thought I was some heartless bastard (I guess I'm giving that impression, but does it really matter?) and didn't have any.

"Yeah, three really good ones, plus my brother."

"What's your name?"

"Roxas."

"Can I be your friend?"

"...I don't care."

I didn't hear a next question. He had only asked fourteen and still had one more. What was he waiting for? With a sigh, I glanced over at him, but he was leaning back with his hands laced behind his head, staring at the ceiling in deep thought. I wondered what he was thinking about. It wasn't too hard to think of fifteen questions for one person.

"Can I ask you five questions some other time? You know, just to make it twenty? It wouldn't be twenty questions with only fifteen.." he murmured finally. I raised an eyebrow at him curiously. He really wanted twenty questions.

"Fine. But not today. I don't feel like answering any more." I looked away from him, and in that moment, spotted my other friends. With relief, I smirked and stood, hurrying over to them without a second to waste. "Where have you guys been? I was waiting for you guys to show up so I could hang out with you."

They looked at me, a bit surprised and almost.. angry. I gave them a questioning look until Olette pointed over to where I had come from. I glanced back and saw the redhead-his face looked a little hurt before it turned into a bright smile as his own friends came over to talk to him. What was wrong with that? "What?" I asked, voicing the question from my mind.

"You just up and left that guy! He doesn't look like he has very many friends, you know," said Olette.

"He has as many as I do!"

"But he doesn't look like he has a brother.."

"How would you know? He could just be somewhere else and not want to participate," I said, defending myself.

"You should go back over there and talk to him some more. He doesn't look like such a bad guy..."

I puffed out a sigh that eventually turned into a slight growl. Couldn't these guys just want to hang out for once instead of try and make me feel guilty about some random guy? Olette had her chin propped in the palm of a hand, so I glanced to Pence. He only shook his head and rested his elbows on his knees. Hayner had his arms crossed and was leaning back before I even looked to him. And he was supposed to be the one that always supported me, even if he did pick on me all the time for being the youngest.

"Fine. You guys are so... ugh!" I growled, storming back to the redhead. I stopped in front of him, glaring daggers into those emerald orbs, not noticing that the others had stopped their chatter to stare at me stupidly. If veins could pop from stress, surely one would have done so in my head. I thought I felt it pounding and about to burst, the one right above my right eye, but I guess I was just out of it. Axel didn't even deserve an apology anyway, so why did I let my friends push me into coming over here?

That was when I felt something move above me knee and I looked down. I traced the foot up the leg and, sure enough, it was Axel's. "What the-" My words cut off as I stumbled backward and tripped on my own nylon pants. I then found myself, holding my hands to the back of my head, unconsciously spouting a few colorful words into the air. But that was cut off by a hand smacking onto my mouth and cutting that string off. I snapped my eyes open to see the redhead looking down at me with wide eyes.

"What?!" I snapped, but it was muffled by his hand. Damn, it was only a second earlier he had slapped it there. Pushing it away, I sat up and rubbed the area I had smacked onto the ground and repeated my question.

"I didn't mean to, you know, freak you out. Are you ok?" he asked, balancing on the balls of his feet. I felt as if the whole crowd was staring at me and I looked; yeah.. I was the center of attention. Normally, you would think a kid who was usually in solitude would rather have a bunch of people stare at him or have himself be the center of attention, but I didn't like it. That was Sora's spot.

"Do you mind? I'm fine! Get back to your stupid games," I said, glaring at them all. Everyone did so, but Sora's gaze lingered slightly to make sure I wasn't bleeding or anything. I could tell just from his face. Then I heard melodious laughter in my ear and I glanced over at Axel. How could the idiot be laughing? I just tripped backward and hit my head on the floor because of him! I felt my face get a little warm; I didn't know why, but maybe it was from embarrassment. "I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean to ditch you, so I just came over to say I'm sorry. So leave me alone." I slid around on my rear to face me back toward him, paying meticulous attention to the bump on the back of my head. Maybe I should have brought my mp3 player to drown everyone out.

"It's not bleeding or anything. If you keep messing with it, it'll only hurt more." I swatted his hand away when he tried to pry mine from my wound and scooted away. When I thought he was going to stay away from me for the rest of the day, I heard him call the teacher over. "Saïx, Roxas fell and hurt his head and he refused to tell you." I glared daggers at him and he only smirked at me; I heard a snicker come from my brother not far away and he probably thought we looked like cats about ready to pounce on each other.

"Well, take him to the back room and get him some ice. Listen to Axel, Roxas. He knows how to care for those sort of things," said the teacher. Before I could utter a word, the redhead had grabbed my arm, hauled me to my feet and toward a room past the bleachers. Hayner, Pence and Olette only looked at me with wide smiles and watched as I was dragged helplessly away, despite the hand I reached out to them pathetically. Great, even they had ditched me to some psycho redhead!

"What is your problem, kid?" We were already in the room, the door closed. I looked at the redhead, a little surprised at his outburst.

"W-what?" I asked, glancing about. Maybe he was going to murder me for being so rude.. Man, I really was a pessimist!

"First, I try to be your friend, but you be a jerk about it. Then I try to help you when it's my fault you got hurt, and even then you don't want anything to do with me. Ever since I walked through that door today, you seemed to have targeted me because of some reason I don't even know! So tell me what the hell is crawling up your ass." I felt myself shrink under every word he said and step back every time I swore he got louder. I even flinched when he exaggerated the word 'I'.

"I..I...You.." I stuttered. I felt my back hit the counter and swallowed hard. Damn... I hope Sora or my parents don't miss me. He seems to be on the verge of killing. "I just.."

"Oh, so now that I'm actually yelling at you and getting worked up over your behavior, you play coy and shy. Well, this isn't a game," he snapped. Maybe he was bipolar..? No, just pissed. There was no hopeful excuse for his actions. That was Sora's job, yet again, to be optimistic in these cases.

"I just.. don't want to be here!" I blurted out, ducking my head so he couldn't see my face. I was, to be honest, mortally petrified that he seemed to be harsher than he seemed. Something hit my chest and I quickly caught it. My fingers went numb nearly seconds later and noticed it was a pack of ice for my head. I glanced up to see Axel staring at me with a lifted eyebrow and a smirk. Was he playing me?

"It'll get better, kid. Just watch."

"My name is Roxas," I grumbled, following him out of the room. Luckily, I saw my mom and hurried over to her.

"There you are! Oh dear, you already got hurt? That's just like you," she said, patting me on the head. I stared at her flatly and put the pack of ice to my head. "Oh, don't worry. Sora told me everything. Where's the dear boy who helped you?"

"Right here! I presume that you're Mrs. Hikari?" I glanced over to the redhead and rolled my eyes, stepping behind my mother a little. He couldn't leave me alone now. Perfect.. (Note my sarcasm, please.)

"Yes, yes I am. You're a smart boy." Choke me. "Would you like to stay for dinner, uh..."

"Axel."

"Axel. Would you like to? In thanks of taking care of my son?"

"I'm not a baby, Mom! I'm fine," I shot. She swatted a hand toward me to quiet my words.

"I'd love to!"

No!

Yes! Not even one day and he has dinner at his house. Lucky pyro. coughs Anywho, if you spot mistakes.. it's because I only have WordPad. I don't have OpenOffice like I did on my old computer when I started Angel to my Hell, my previous story. So bear with me if you see a couple mistakes. They're minor (and no.. I don't need a person to check over it. Thanks if you think about it though!) So I hope you guys likey. Review! -luff-

Dreaming of a fluffy vacation...chuuuu...

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