Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters. I do not pretend to own or make profit off of any of them. This goes for the rest of the story so I do not have to do this again
I hope you like it, I decided I wanted to put a twist on the whole, Roxas goes to high school bit, in my mind some of them can get a little corny and stale.
Another disclaimer: This story will have Yoai and other things of such nature. If you do not like, do not read. Simple as that.
Main Parings: Axel x Roxas Sora x Riku Leon x Cloud others will come as the story progresses…
Important: It may be a bit slow in the beginning but it will pick up soon, I promise!
Sorry if there isn't a lot of dialogue in this, I really wanted to establish Roxas and the whole set up to the story in this. Get it all out of the way, and first person seemed to be the best way to get that all across. It will go back to being 3rd person after this. I just wanted to help establish Roxas as a character and get into how he must feel in a situation like this. I hope you enjoy. Please Read and Review tell me all your criticism so I can improve. I apologize in advanced for grammar. And yes Cid is the Cid from the game. I thought he and Roxas looked kind of alike so making him Roxas father seemed like a fun, new Idea.
The Day the Feelings Stopped
Prologue
The perfect day to start the rest if me new God damned life, went… brilliantly. Sitting on the concrete steps of my new
school I felt very frustrated to say the least. Not only did my cloths smell like tuna and fouled milk, my hair was chalk full of red
spaghetti sauce. I tried to take a deep breath to calm myself, but that just resulted in a huge whiff of expired Roxas-tuna
surprise. The sun was way to hot here, and it burned my eyes so bad I had to squint so hard, that I couldn't see where I was
going, so I had tripped down the stairs, and landed where I was at the very moment. Finally gaining my composure I decided
to get up, get my bike, and go … "home". But first I should explain where my bitter and sarcastic views toward my
surrounding came from.
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It all started when I was about five. My older brother Cloud, of six years of age, and my twin Sora were waiting with me on
a bench in a strange new building. The wood was the perfect seat for a five year old; kids always love to wait ever so
patiently on a rock hard wooden bench in a stuffy new building. As always Sora sat between Cloud and me, merrily humming
and swinging his legs to some unknown beat. Cloud and me were always more calm and collected like our mother. But Sora
was as restless and energetic as my father… from what I remember of him. Out of nowhere our parents, extended family, and
people we didn't even know flooded out of a big serious looking room, which I would later learn to be called a court room.
There was a lot of crying and screaming from my mother "How can you take two of my babies away from me you asshole!"
While my father, Cid Strife, coolly apologized and also stated in an unusually calm voice for him "They are my children to."
My fathers out of character display of maturity didn't last for long; soon they were having a real shouting match between
them in front of their very scared and confused children. Bottom line, my mother and father were getting divorced for a reason
my mother never chose to disclose with me. Cloud and Sora were to live with my father, while I was to live with my mother.
My father and brothers moved to a far away place called Destiny Island, about two hours south of where I used to live until
very recently, Twilight Town.
For about 11 years after that I saw my brothers very sparingly, maybe once or twice a year if I was lucky, and my father…
let's just say my father wasn't allowed within ten miles of our humble abode. For whatever reason they decided to break up
my mother was very bitter and resentful about the whole ordeal. The only answer I got when asking why she broke up with
him was "It's his fault, that I all you need to know darling."
And that was all I really did need to know. My mother and I did quite well on our own, if I do say so myself. While my
mother did have to take some late shifts at the dinner she worked at, it offered some pretty decent pay. We lived in an
average home, with an average income. I was a happy enough kid growing up. I had a decent amount of friends, and I
wasn't picked on all that much, for the most part I was a very joyful little boy. I was very skilled with school and art, unlike my
brothers, who seemed to be more gifted at athletic pursuits like their father, as my mother used to say. The older we got the
less we saw of each other, my father never called, and to the best of my knowledge never wrote to my mother or myself. I
had come rather close to my mother, and I was finally getting into the normal swing of my high school life. I had just started
junior year, and I was excited to be doing so well in school. My mother was proud and was going to get a promotion at work
any day now. The bitterness and cynicism didn't seem to come into my life until that fateful day, the day my happiness
stopped.
It was about two in the morning, I was worried sick, my mother hadn't come home from her shift at work in time for dinner.
I figured her shift probably ran late, and I decided to make dinner for myself, so as not to give her more work when she finally
did get home. I sat down in the big puffy arm chair we had in the living room and began to do my homework. I got all the way
through when I realized that it was getting rather late. I tried calling her a couple times on her cell phone but she didn't
answer. I tried making excuses to myself, like she was probably extremely busy with something at work, maybe someone got
sick who was supposed to work the night shift. When it hit one o'clock I began to get very worried. I called my best friend,
and sister I never had, Olette. Olette was the closest thing I had towards a real sibling when growing up, besides the ones
that came once a year. We were inseparable and we confided everything in each other. Olette calmed me down by saying her
bike chain may have broke, and she was getting it fixed, or that she stopped for dinner and probably lost track of time. As I
hung up, a few loud taps shattered the silence. I ran to the door and looked through the peep hole. A police man stood there,
he looked very concerned. I opened the door hesitantly. Before he said anything my stomach dropped, I could tell by the way
he looked at me something was seriously wrong.
It turns out as my mother was biking home; she got hit by a car. Of course the car sped off and didn't even call the police,
she was found an hour later by a friend, and she was taken to the hospital. There she died quickly in an unconscious state. I
was stunned, frozen by the news. This couldn't be, my mom was one of the only people in my life I cared for deeper than
anything. I cried, I cried and cried and cried. The police called Oletter and her family over, and they spent the night with me.
That night was tragic; the last thing I remember before I passed out was the police man talking to Olette's mother.
"He is going to have to move in with his father; legally he is not of age to live on his own."
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I couldn't remember much of my father, my mother disposed of all images of him. The only thing I have to go by is my
memories, and the fact that everyone told me I looked like him. I looked like my father, but me and my brothers all got my
mothers sparkling Ocean blue eyes. I miss my mother dearly; I would do anything to have her hear now. I went in auto pilot
for a couple of days. I was completely and utterly numb; it didn't truly sink in until I saw her casket in the funeral home. She
was dead, she was gone, and she was never coming back. I sat with Olette for a while. Most girls would have cried, but she
remained strong, I knew it was because of me. She knew that if she cried, I would have broken down completely. I sat there
with my head laying on her shoulder, silent tears rolling like waves down my face. I started to pull myself together as more
people came. As the oldest male in the house I had to be there to greet everyone. I didn't feel like listening to their lame
apologizes and making small chatter with them as they came in. But still I had to be polite so I put my brave face on and dealt
with it like a man. Until they came. In they walked like a pack, my father, my two brothers, and a man I didn't recognize. I
could see why everyone told me I looked like him. We had the same hair, face, and general structure, except his was more
filled out with muscle, and he was a lot tanner. My hair stuck out like his did, up and slightly curved, unlike Sora and Cloud
whose unruly hair was so unreal I debated if they used gel. Sora and Cloud came up to me, it was a little awkward, but I was
kind of glad to see them. Other than Olette they were the only ones who could relate to my pain, even if they only knew
mother a little, she was still their mother. Sora immediately gave me a very comfort zone crossing huge, he practically
glomped me and apologies so swiftly I barley heard it. Cloud gave me a quick pat on the back. Our father hung back until the
left to go pray at the coffin. There was a very awkward silence,
"How ya holden up kiddo?" he tried warily.
"… I have been better, but I am still standing" I said a little curtly, maybe to polite for the father I haven't seen in eleven years.
He surprised me by smiling and launching into a hug. " I am so sorry kiddo, I never wanted to leave you, I wish things
turned out differently… I am so sorry" he was on the verge of tears I could tell. I just hugged him back.
"It's nice to finally meet you dad… " I didn't know what else to say! After that it was small talk and the wake, the funeral was
the next day. My dad introduced the man to me; I didn't take much notice in him, Luxord Kaado, my dad's best friend and
business partner. I still don't know what business they run, but oh well. He was a talk man, with very light blond hair; he had
piercing blue eyes, and a goatee. He had some earrings and he didn't wear a tie with his suit, but other than that he was
normal. He was the same athletic build as my father, except slightly thinner. The next week flew past, I had to say good bye
and pack up my life for Destiny Island. I don't like good byes so I won't go over them again. Olette promised to write everyday
and we both promised to visit whenever possible. Truth be told she was the only one I was going to miss. Twilight Town was
almost haunted to me, to man memories with my mother, no matter where I went it was like a nightmare chasing me. Maybe
moving away would be good I thought… I was never more wrong. How could I have known … that I would hate this fucking
place.
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Next chapter will be the first, I will get it up as soon as possible, it will explain why Sora smells like Tuna, and what exactly
happened on the way there and the first couple of days was so bad.
R and R, tell me what you think!
