Outkast Angel: Welcome, mortals. You have stumbled into a world of my making...Beware!

NiffStral: -cough- Right...

Outkast Angel: -sigh- You're no fun...

NiffStral: Anywho, Outkast Angel and I decided to co-write a Kingdom Hearts fanfic after ages of reading them in awe. This is the product of our insanity.

Outkast Angel: waves a flag Roxas pwns!

NiffStral: Sora's way kewler.

Outkast Angel: gasp NO! You lie! YOU LIE!

NiffStral: Nuh-uh! YOU lie! XP

Outkast Angel: Roxas pwns Sora hard. End of story. ... I think we're getting off topic.

NiffStral: Yes, I suppose we are. But Sora's much more own. ANYWAY, here's our attempt at writing a KH fic.

Oukast Angel: -scoff-

NiffStral: -ignores- The prologue here is the only chapter that'll be in first person, the rest will be third person limited to Sora and Roxas. And they'll be a lot longer. So, look forward to that if this doesn't float your boat.

Oukast Angel: ...'float your boat'?

NiffStral: It's way cooler than anything you can come up with, so neuh.

Oukast Angel: psh. ANYways... this is yaoi. hooray!

NiffStral: Yay yaoi! Whee! Though it won't happen for a few more chapters, I'm sad to say. TT

Oukast Angel: but it will be there, so do not fear! No lemons, though...

NiffStral: . I don't even wanna try to write one of those...

Oukast Angel: nn' hehe

NiffStral: So, anyways, enjoy ze ghost fic! WAIT!! Disclaimer. Care to do the honors?

Oukast Angel:...-sob- I don't own Kingdom Hearts -sniffle- It hurts to admit it...

NiffStral: -pats- There, there. We've still got our dignity.

Oukast Angel: ...No. No, we don't.

NiffStral: ...Shut up. Anyway, as for warnings, there's yaoi, ghostlyness, and gratuitous amounts of Sora's optimism to be frightened of.

Oukast Angel: And pranks! ...I don't think that counts as a warning, though... ah well. Pranks galore!

NiffStral: Oh, you and your pranks. Crazy fun.

Oukast Angel: Yup yup. Enjoy! Flames are welcome!

NiffStral: Though we'd prefer it in the form of constructive criticism.

Oukast Angel: -grin-

-PROLOGUE-

I suppose I've always been different. Different from the masses, I mean. I've always been cheerfully optimistic- to a fault, at times, or so I've been told. Always seeing the happier, less depressing side of things and all. Even though my twin brother died when we were very young, I still kept a sincere smile on my face.

Of course, that could also be because said brother still lives with me.

Not lives in the traditional sense of the word, of course. He's pretty dead.

He just happens to be a ghost.

Now, not the creepy, horror movie ghost we're all used to! He doesn't go around clanking chains and butchering innocent house-buyers (he yelled at me after I watched Thirteen Ghosts. It wasn't my fault I got nightmares). He's a good ghost. Not good in a Casper sense, but he is my brother. He's grown up with me through the years, which I never really questioned before. I mean, since when can a dead person continue to grow after they've died? The other ghosts I've met haven't grown at all since they died. I guess Roxas is just special.

Maybe it's because he's got an amazing brother like me to help him. Not to sound conceited, of course. I've been told I'm too modest for my own good.

Okay, no I haven't. Not by anyone alive, anyways. I probably would have been told that, though, if anyone talked to me.

Roxas says that I'm not missing out on anything. He says that the people on Destiny Islands are creeps and that they don't deserve to be my friends. But I still wish that someone would at least talk to me, instead of staring at me and whispering rumors behind my back.

I've never actually had a friend. Not since Kairi left, I mean, but that was years ago. I have had plenty of ghost friends, but they don't really count because they're, well… dead. And hanging out with dead people that the other Islanders can't see doesn't really help the whole 'really, mom, I swear, I'm not on drugs and I'm not crazy' speech I've been giving my mom the past few years, ever since she made me go see a shrink when she caught me talking to my brother one day. She shouldn't have even been home, at that, so it's not like that was my fault.

Roxas had been pretty upset about that. So I pretended to get really angry when the shrink brought up my dead twin, and Roxas had used his 'ghostly powers' to make the shrink's desk shake. The poor shrink had nearly wet himself before he kicked me out.

In hindsight, that probably wasn't such a good idea, since the next day I heard a girl talking about how I was supposed to be really into black magic and how I thought I was a witch. My only consolation to this is that they didn't storm my house with torches and pitchforks and try to burn me at the stake. Thank heavens I don't live in medieval times. Though sometimes, I feel though if I did live in those times, I'd meet at least a few people who share my pain, if history class has taught me anything about that era.

…I'm getting off topic again. Roxas always tells me not to do that, but I can't really help it. I like to ramble a lot.

Well, in case you haven't been able to tell, my life pretty much revolves around one thing: my brother. We're hardly ever apart. The only time he isn't by my side is when I'm taking a shower or when I'm asleep. And whenever he isn't following me around, telling me exactly what he would do to certain people who make him angry, he's hanging around Neverwas.

I've always wanted to visit Neverwas. I mean, Roxas gets to go everywhere in the living world, why can't I hang out in the ghost world once in awhile?

When we were little, I used to fall asleep listening to the stories Roxas told me about Neverwas. He told me about the pranks he pulled, the people he met, and the weird things he saw.

Actually, Neverwas is the reason I know as much as I do about why I'm such a freak.

Oops. Roxas said that if he heard me calling myself a freak again he'd tear up Hayner's yard. My bad.

Well, I don't really consider myself to be a freak. My self-esteem isn't that low. What I meant was 'Neverwas is the reason I know as much as I do about being a Seer.' Yeah, that works. That thought would be Roxas-approved, right? Right.

Anyway, Roxas told me that there are other Seers, people who can see ghosts out there, but I don't believe him. If there were other freaks, oops, I mean, 'people with special qualities' like me, why would I be in this mess, where my only friend is my dead ghost-brother?

Well, I've tried to make friends before. But it's pretty difficult when everyone on the Islands thinks I'm insane or involved in a cult. There were a few times, though, when I thought I'd made some friends at school. It was nice while it lasted, but then Roxas told me that they were planning a prank on me or were just using me. I wasn't mad at my brother. I was glad he'd saved me from all that hurt and embarrassment, but I was pretty disappointed to hear about it. It felt nice, thinking I was liked, you know?

Roxas didn't exactly react well when he saw how sad I was. That was when he started vandalizing people's houses. Am I a bad person because that kind of made me feel better? Roxas said no, but he was the one doing to vandalizing, so I'm not exactly sure I believe him.

Anyway, I don't really mind that Roxas is my only friend. I mean, I do, but it isn't really because he's dead. Or maybe it is because he's dead. Mostly it's because he can't touch me, and I can't touch him. I've lived almost my entire life without a hug from my twin brother. How depressing is that?

I think it must be worse for Roxas, though. He can't touch anybody at all. I only brought it up once and he looked at me funny and said that he was sorry he couldn't give me a hug. Then he went off to Neverwas and I didn't see him for two days. That's the longest we've ever been apart, and I didn't bring it up again because those two days were the loneliest days of my life, and I didn't want him to leave again. He's all I have.

Well, I have my mom. But she doesn't really count, seeing as she's never here. And my dad left awhile ago. He just left one day and never came home. Roxas and I were four or five at the time, I think. A few years later were when our mom started to go on really long business trips. She never got a babysitter, but there was always enough food in the house, and Roxas was always there to wake me up and help me with school stuff.

The last time I saw my mom was about three months ago. Now that I think about it, she should be back in a few days. Maybe this time she'll stay at least a week before leaving again. Last time she was back on the Islands she didn't even stop by the house to say hi. That kind of hurt, but Roxas was there and he managed to distract me.

Roxas has always been there for me, especially when my mom wasn't. When the kids at school made fun me. When I would nearly be used for some horrible crime. He's like my own guardian angel, in a way. Not that he's perfect in the typical sense of guardian angels, I've had many share at helping him through his own downs. He always takes care of me, even though he's only older by a minute, and sometimes I forget how hard it must be for him, being a ghost.

I depend on Roxas way too much, and I'm well aware of it. If Roxas were to just disappear one day, like some of the ghosts we used to know, I'm sure I would just wither away. I think I might actually mean that literally, too, because it's always Roxas who bugs me about eating. I only eat when I'm hungry, and lately I haven't been feeling hungry at all. So Roxas always tells me that he's the one who's already dead and that as much as he loves me, he doesn't want me to join him.

I kind of like to think that Roxas depends on me, too. I don't like thinking that I'm just his brother who he feels he needs to look after. I mean, Roxas and I have had a lot of really deep conversations. They mostly started because I was crying, admittedly, but I think that Roxas would have been crying too, if he could have.

Oh yeah, Roxas can't cry. No ghost can, from what he tells me. Ghosts can't eat or sleep, either. I haven't managed to gather up the courage to ask what else ghosts can't do, but as far as I know Roxas has never had a crush on someone.

Not that I've ever really had a crush on someone, either. It's hard liking someone when everyone around you treats you like dirt. But, well, I've noticed enough to know that I'm not quite exactly completely straight. Roxas was the one who told me that I was bi, actually. I was just watching TV one day and he walked up to me and looked at me funny before turning the TV off.

Then he turned to me with a serious look and said, "Sora, you're bi."

Then I kind of stared at him for a minute before saying, "are you sure?"

He nodded, and I said, "Oh. Well, I guess I'm bi."

Then we watched TV.

It's not the best story, but it's mine and Roxas says that I should be glad that it wasn't filled with an insane amount of drama. So I guess I'm glad that I found out my sexuality from my dead twin brother. Not exactly normal, but at least there weren't any tears.

The point is, it's always been me and Roxas. Er... Roxas and me. Us against the world, whether it be living or dead. I never thought I'd meet anyone else who I could connect with- in any way. So you can imagine my surprise when mom came back home a couple days later with news that would change that fact entirely.