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Main Couple: RikuxSora

If anyone wants to see any other couples in this story, just say it in a review and I'll see if I can make it happen.I'm not making any promises, though.

The first couple of chapters will be flashbacks, leading up to the real story.

xXxProloguexXx

Four years ago, they came into my room telling me that they had a surprise for me.

I'll admit that at first I was suspicious since they were never the generous types, but the way they looked at me made me think differently. They were smiling. My parents were smiling at me.

I didn't know how to react to them. To that. I know it doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but it really was. They never smiled at me. Ever.

Hell, they hardly even talked to me. I gave a slight smile back thinking that maybe, just maybe, things were going to get better between us. That we could stop acting like the broken family we truly were and change.

That we could heal.

At the young age of twelve, that was all I wanted. For us to heal. It saddens me to remember how stupid I used to be.

My parents soon left my room, telling me to hurry up and get dressed and meet them in the car. After I got in the car we drove for about fifteen minutes until we reached some sort of pet store. To say that I was confused would be a understatement.

My mother looked at me from the rear-view window and giggled. It was nice hearing her laugh for a change. The yelling was tiring.

My father parked the car in the parking lot, saying that he would stay behind. My mother gave him a little glare but got out the car and motioned for me to follow her with a quick but graceful hand movement.I followed her with no objection like the obedient little boy I was.

"Have you thought about what your surprise is, honey?"

Honey? Well, that's different. I guess it's better than being called a brat all the time. I shouldn't be complaining.

"Um..kinda," I replied timidly. I was afraid of upsetting her. My mother was like a time bomb just waiting to explode.The slightest thing could piss her off and the result of her anger was never pretty. It was a very scarring experience actually. Physically and mentally. To me.

Yes, my mother took all her anger out on me. It hurt like hell, but I took it. Never once complaining about the pain or cruelty. I just figured it was her way of venting. That maybe if I took all of the pain like a brave little boy, she would love me.

At least that's what I told myself every time I had to lock myself in the bathroom, tending to the wounds that my own mother gave me.

My own flesh and blood.

The sound of a bell chiming snapped me out of my thoughts. My mother was standing at the entrance of the store, with the door open, waiting for me to catch up.

I jogged up to her realizing that I slowed down while I was ranting to myself. I thought she would be mad when I caught up to her but all she did was smile, ruffle my hair and walk into the store.

She informed me that my surprise would be a puppy since I've been the most wonderful child a mother could have. Hearing that made me feel good. It also made me feel like this was a dream. I closed my eyes and pinched myself just to be sure. When I re-opened them, I was still standing in the store and my mother was looking at me like I had grown three heads.

I laughed.

"Sweetie, mommy forgot her purse in the car, I'll be right back, ok?"

Sweetie, now? I think I could get used to this. I offered to retrieve her purse for her but she either didn't hear me or just ignored my question.

"By the time I come back, I want you to have already picked a puppy, alright?"

I nodded and began my search.

I stayed in there until it was closing time. She never came back. One of the workers pitied me I guess and offered to take me home. I denied. I just wanted to be alone. I began to stray aimlessly away from the store, my feet taking me wherever the hell they felt like it. My mind was swirling with millions of unanswered questions causing me not to be able to think straight.

She lied to me. If I was the most wonderful child a mother could have, then why would she leave me in some pet store? None of it made sense and the more I thought about it, the worse my headache became.

I stopped walking and noticed that I was on my block. Part of me wanted to turn the other way and run and never look back but the other part of me wanted to go into that house and throw a fit.

I listened to the latter. I stormed up the path that lead to my house and noted that there was a piece of paper taped to my front door.

Dear Riku,

Your father and I have gone away and don't think that we will be returning. Do whatever you feel like with your life, we could care less.

Short, simple and straight to the point. Mothers writing, indeed. I broke down after reading it. Just slumped down against the door and cried my ass off.

Weak, I know. But what else could I do in my position?

I honestly don't know how long I sat there and waited for them, hoping that this was just a big misunderstanding.

A cruel joke.

Anything but the truth, was my last coherent thought before I drifted off into a deep slumber that would only hide me from my reality for just a little while longer.

So..uh..yeah...should I continue or just delete it?

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