chapter 1: how he lived
Flashing lights sure to cause an epileptic seize. The fog machines, which were littered around the large room, blew a thick plume of smoke, which covered the ground. A horde of bodies occupied the middle of the floor.
They grinded and rubbed against one another. Panting breaths made the air heavy with heat. The bodies were slick with sweat and perspiration. The bodies glistened in the seizure inducing lights.
A single disk-jockey occupied the crowd. Controlling them with the flick of his wrists. Such a scene was quite common in Twilight Town. Many people attended these parties, raves, bashes whatever you want to call them.
One in particular, was dancing in the midst of the crowd, was short with straw blonde hair and electric blue eyes that glinted nicely. He was dressed in the usual attire. Tight clothes clung to his sweaty body. Wrapped around his chest was a black t-shirt, with a band logo of some sort on it, around his legs he wore tightly fitting jeans, worn with use.
To match his attire he had the promiscuously mischievous nature. He never dated a single person for too long. A month or so and then he'd break it off, gently. He wasn't one to be harsh. His partners ranged in height, hair color, personality, and even gender. He had no preference when it came to dating. Male, female. It never mattered.
Looking around from his place on the dance floor he noticed all the different people. People with black hair, people with pink, orange, purple, neon green, blue, white, blonde, and brown. The DJ for this particular rave had silvery blue hair, cropped short in the back and had a long portion that covered half his face. He had large headphones on, one covering his ear and the other not, in the usual DJ looking wear.
Letting the beat of the music take him, he swayed and danced to the beat. He was grinded on, rubbed on, but he didn't care. He grinded and rubbed back. It was the unwritten, unspoken law of the Rave. Dance. Just dance and let the music flow through you.
Now you're probably wondering what this rave has in significance to the story. Well it's where it all started. Maybe if he hadn't attended he would be spared the hurt he later felt. But looking back, he never regretted coming. He actually thanked the gods that he did show. For if he hadn't he wouldn't have met his significant other. 'He' has a name. And that name is Roxas. And this is the tale of Roxas. And his life, at the Rave.
