There was a largely known tale of people that could soar through the air. But they did not soar by themselves, as it was against all laws of physics for the human body to do so. They created incredible footwear known as Air Trecks which had different designs and allowed certain elements to enable them to battle each other. No one knew why these strange humans wanted to fly, instead of being grounded to the earth. They were the odd balls, and outcasted due to the fact that they were able to reach the sky.

And thus, the story of the descendants were to begin.

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"Roxas! Come back here, you freak!" a voice cried as a small blonde rushed out on rollarblades from a grocery store, as the boy held onto a large bag of different assorments inside. Even though he was just a mere teenager, the town that he resided in did not take lightly to theives or commoners. You see, as the boy roller bladed away, performing stunts on the rails to get away faster, the owner of the voice ran out with a cellphone in her hands, calling the Police Force of their home. She had shoulder-length red hair and violet covered eyes. Underneath her apron was a simple white tee, blue jeans, and black sandles.

"Hey, 9-1-1! I've been robbed by the same punk named Roxas! Do something about it!" she cried, as she could helplessly watch the theif disappear into the horizon, and no one did anything about it. Of course, she had wished someone had so she didn't have to suffer every single day just to get get robbed by the punk. As she heard her answer on the phone, she snapped it shut, and ran back inside of her shop. Luckily, there were no customers there since that ass-wipe of a guy scared off every single one of them. The storekeeper closed the shutters and flipped the sign on the door, to where it said 'CLOSED' and she locked the door. She would wait for the Police to come, having that blonde brat pay for stealing from her every single day.

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The blonde grunted as he leaped over another set of rails, performing a backflip in the air, stunning alot of people that happened to be near him. Of course, the small blonde had a talent for the skateboard, so he wouldn't have problems with the rollarblades of his. He had no clue where he got this ability from, but he was extremely grateful for being able to perform such a stunt like this. Along with rotating his pelvis like a cat, the male twisted his body, so that he landed perfectly on two feet. Once he was able to, he continued to zip through the crowds of people easily, clutching onto the stolen bag of goods in his arms.

It wasn't long until he heard Police sirens coming from the streets behind him, and the blonde gasped as he heard them. Cursing his bad luck and the bitch that he stole from (yeah, he hated her), he went faster, lunging onto many obsticles that he could easily grind on. He slid through the streets easily, the faint sounds of the sirens echoing in his ears, but that didn't matter. He was nearly close to his destination : The Great Maw.

Even though no one ever went to that place due to the creatures, he and his friends lived there, even though their house wasn't the best of things. No way indeed. But they made a living on stealing from people inside of the town, and that's how they survived. They had no other destinty fated apon them.

As he exited the entrance of the town, he rollerbladed through the wide valleys, all void of any roads that cars could go on. Oh, but this was a ruse, he knew. Cars could still go through this kind of grounding, even though their tires might be shredded. The blonde chuckled at the thought.

He was panting now as he reached the halfway point towards his home, and the sirens were no longer echoing his ears. Feeling relief in his chest, he continued on, making his movements less jerky, and much more comfortable. He was in the safe zone, and he knew this. No one made it past where he did.

Blue eyes widened at the sight of a flying creature that soared over him, going to the direction of the strange castle that had many contraptions, ignoring his existence completely. Even though there was the strangest creatures that lived near them; they had never bothered the blonde and his friends, only those outside of their little gang. For that, he was extremely grateful.

"Ooooh, boy..." the boy whispered as he entered the Great Maw, where an odd arch had been built by one of his friends, to signal that they had lived here. With a great sigh of relief, he slid through the gate, and swiveled just a bit, so that he could stop and fall to his knees. He was extremely tired, and even though this was routine; he would lose energy bit by bit.

"Roxy?" a worried voice sounded in his ears, and the blonde weakly lifted his head to see one of his friends looming over him with a worried look on his face. His dirty blonde strands of hair that were not part of his mullet covered bits of his sea-blue eyes, and he reached out to touch the blondes shoulders. The boy grunted as he felt the contact, his rags of clothes pressing against his skin due to the wetness of his sweat.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Here's the food." he grumbled as he shoved the bag to the others chest, and the dirty blonde looked worried even though his arms wrapped around the bag of precious foods. He had a look of disbelief on his face, but he only nodded once he rushed away and towards the small house that looked like peasants had built it.

Well, they were kinda like peasants anyway.

Groaning, the one named 'Roxy' or 'Roxas' struggled to stand up on his two feet, wincing as his knees began to give away again. Worse, he had the most painful headrush as the wind was knocked out of him, causing him to fall back, loosing his balance on his rollerblades. Everything went too fast for him to predict, his vision hazy, until something or someone caught him, stopping his fall.

"Rox... Becareful." a low voice quietly said as the blonde breathed haggard breathes, his vision still hazy, and sweat dripping off his skin. The blonde thought he was going to die from embaressment, but more from his lack of balance. Blinking his eyes dazedly, he managed to regain his focus, and look up to see who had caught him. Behind him stood a teen with silver colored hair and aquamarine eyes that were hidden by his bangs. The blonde fluttered his eyes and he sighed, as the taller helped him regained his balance once more.

"Thanks, Rik-Rik." he said softly, and the male smiled. "I told you to call me 'Riku'." he said affectionately as he ruffled the blondes hair. Even though the younger let out a small squeak, his tiny hands reached up hoped his spikes were still in place. Thankfully they were, and he was relieved. The silveret laughed at him softly, and waved his hand over as he went to head for their house.

"Come on, Roxas. Demyx is preparing something at the stuff you stole." he said and the blonde blushed as his stomach growled. He was indeed hungry from all that running away (rather rollerblading...) from the Police and that crazy bitch of a woman. He nodded and headed after Riku, his rollerblades rolling along smoothly across the uneven terrain.

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"WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T FIND HIM?!" the red-headed female burst out as a male with spiky red hair and emerald eyes told her the news hours later. Even though he had told her in a blunt way that his men couldn't find the punk, he had the nerve to say that she wasn't worth the effort to catch the punk theif! The woman had to admit that the punk was hot, even if he was a son from a mafia family. That didn't give him the nerve to make snide remarks like that!

"Look," the red-head said cooly as he pulled out a cigarette and placed it inside of his mouth, "I ain't gonna bust my back for some kid that has been causing you trouble ever since you opened this store. To be honest, this store is probably gonna close down soon." he smirked at her as he brought gloved fingertips to the cigarette tip and ignited small flames from the tips of his digits. She could only watch as he magically lit his cigarette.

She gulped, her knees shaking at the information that was given to her.

"W-Why not...? And why?!" she cried, but the other gave her a cold look with his entrancing emerald hues.

"This store is hit too many times. Yeah, it would be out of business, but it would mean that punk of yours wouldn't be able to steal from you... Besides." he smirked as he took a deep drag of his cancer stick, tapping the heel of his left foot against the yellow walls. The woman winced as he did, and she noticed the strange looking rollerblades on his feet.

"Wait... That boy has the same things as you do!" he pointed at them, and he raised a perfectly shaped brow.

"You mean Air Trecks? Interesting. No wonder how he gets away, along with his friends. Oh, by the way, your store is closing down in a week. Make sure you have enough money to keep you survivin', babe." he winked as he flicked his cigarette into the trashcan, and lept into the air, vanishing in a vortex of dancing flames.

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Roxas yawned as he patted his stomach in content, glad that the food he had stolen would last them for tomorrow. This meant that he would be able to get some rest and gather back his needed stamina. "You okay, Roxas?" a quiet voice asked and he looked up to see his sister, Namine. She had platinum blonde hair that reached her shoulders, the same colored blue hues as he, and she wore a mere whtie sundress that seemed to be too tight on her. But since they had no munny to afford anything, the group couldn't do anything about it.

With a shrug, he took of his interesting rollerblades (he was starting to doubt this, because they didn't act like any normal rollerblades), and put them underneath his small desk that he had stolen along with the others. Thanks to their small group, they could steal worthless furniture that the town'speople wouldn't want.

"You sure?" she asked once more, he quiet voice laced with worry. Roxas shook his head, and gave her a small sincere smile. "I'm okay, Nami. Just exhausted." he yawned loudly, and he blushed as Riku's head popped in from the side of his doorway. "Well, get to sleep. Tomorrow Demyx and I are getting some more blankets and stuff from our usual hotspot. So you and Namine have to be good to watch out for our place tomorrow." he said and the two nodded in response. When they did, the silveret's head pulled back from the doorway, and left them alone.

Namine gave her brother a worried look, but kissed his grubby cheek and proceeded to get inside of her own bed. Letting out a sigh of content, the blonde wiggled inside of his own overused sleeping bag, and made sure that the extra blankets would give him enough heat. With no electricity, it was hard for all of them. Sometimes they had to cuddle with another to keep warm.

With so many thoughts racing inside of his head, his eyes finally closed, allowing him to drift into dark oblivion.