I sat in my dad's living room with my heart pounding in my chest. It had been two and a half years since I last saw him, and with my mother dead I was now being thrust into a whole new life style. I wasn't sure if the transition would kill me or not as my dad paced in front of me, silently thinking of the words to speak to me.

Finally he turned to me, "Look Roxas," dad said cutting briskly into my momentary absence. "I can handle the whole gay thing, and I can handle drinking and sex. But my limits are no addictions and you'd better keep your grades good," he said sternly.

I nodded once, "Yes sir," I muttered softly as I heard a knock on the door. I looked up and blinked once before looking at my father.

"Go to your room for now, that should be your brother's friend, Axel, get yourself situated, I'll call you down in awhile," he said. I nodded and stood up and walked to the stairs. I went upstairs quickly as the door opened. As I reached the top of the stairs I heard an angelic voice that drifted up to caress my ears.

I shivered and licked my lips a little before running into my room where I began, hesitantly; to unpack my things into the various places I could put my things. I sighed and placed the picture of my mother on the bedside table. I sat down on the unmade bed and stared at it for awhile in silence.

I sighed and stared down at my hands before clenching them into tight fists.

I hated life a lot lately, and now I had to deal with all of this crap. Mother was dead, and I was going to be living with my father and my twin brother, Sora.

I took a deep breath and stood up again and continued to clean up my room. The room was small with a single window above my bed. The walls were a light blue and there was a tan circular rug in the center of the room on my wooden floor.

The bed was creaky and there was a large crack along the ceiling of my room.

I sighed as I placed the last of my belongings in a designated place.

The door opened after a subtle knock; dad was standing there and he almost seemed shocked to see my room already unpacked and clean, "Well that was fast," he said softly as he looked around, "Well you can come back down now," he said stiffly before leaving.

I chewed numbly on my lip as I followed him out, the hallways was a very pale yellow with a few pictures scattered across the walls. The carpet was old and faded with dark stains from spilled food and drinks.

The stairs had stains from dirty feet and shoes stepping on them repetitively, the walls had things stuck to it from when people would wipe their hands on the wall going up, attempting to discard of soda or other sticky food/drinks that may have gotten stuck to their fingers.

I looked up as I reached the bottom and saw a rather gorgeous looking guy leaning against the archway between the kitchen and the living room. He smirked when he saw me, and I felt my jaw drop a little and he chuckled.

"Well you must be Roxas," he said teasingly as he shoved away from the wall and walked casually over to me.

He had spiky red hair that had a slight widow's peak; his striking green eyes were set into his flawless face with two dark purple tears drawn just below his eyes. He had a black tank top on that zipped up the front. Chains dangled delicately from the black fabric; on the back of his shirt was the large number 8 written in a faded font. He had on a pair of black and red plaid capris with a pair of black clunky boots with straps holding them shut and pyramids lined up the sides.

I stared up at his green eyes and he grinned, walking closer. I began walking backwards until my back hit the wall. I swallowed hard as he stared down at me, bending down slightly to look into my eyes. I had forgotten that my dad was there, and I didn't even notice Sora had entered the room.

I just felt like I was swimming in a set of green lakes as I stared into his eyes longingly. They reminded me of a pair of four leaf clovers, and I smiled a little.

"Well at least I know you can smile," Axel said teasingly, winking lightly, "But I wonder if you can talk."

I inhaled sharply, but found I could produce no words, it was like my vocal chords were ripped out and I couldn't form a single letter. My mind was racing with things to say, but my mouth couldn't utter them.

"He's shy," I heard Sora say, I jumped slightly and looked at him. He looked almost exactly like me except he had light brown hair. "He cans speak just fine."

Axel straightened up and grinned, "I figured as much," he said playfully, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me over to the couch and seating me beside him. I felt my face grow slightly warm as Sora turned on the TV and the lights shut off.

He leaned back against the couch and I chewed silently on my lip as the TV blurred in front of me. I wasn't really watching it; I could see the shapes and colors dancing across the screen with music playing behind it.

I leaned back against the couch and looked down at my hands, my fingers had black and white rings on them, and I smiled a little.

They had been a gift from my mother; she gave them to me a week before she died as a late birthday present.

I bit my lip as her face flashed before my face and my blond hair fell in front of my face as tears welled up in my eyes.

"Roxas," her skin was a gentle golden color; she practically glowed beneath the sun. I grinned and ran to her, hugging her around the waist and she chuckled and hugged me lightly, "What have you been doing," she asked softly, she wore a light green summer dress.

I held up a handful of colorful seashells and grinned, she kneeled down and giggled, taking them carefully, and smiled, "Oh Roxas, they're beautiful," she said smiling and down at me, ruffling my hair slightly.

"Do you like them?" I asked, I was about six, and she used to let me go to the beach, we were only a few streets away from it.

"I love them," she said smiling, as she stood up. I followed her inside where she placed the shells with the rest I had collected for her.

I smiled as she placed them carefully one by one in a row from biggest to smallest, rearranging them to keep them in a gradually growing line.

She looked down at me with a grin and I beamed up at her with a giggle. She smiled and knelt down beside me and hugged me. I hugged her back and she gently kissed my forehead.

There was a knock on the door and she stood up, she walked over to the door and opened it up and there stood a tall man with a little boy. I walked over and blinked once. The boy looked almost exactly like me, except his hair was darker than mine.

"O-Oh," I heard mom say slightly taken aback, I grabbed her dress and pressed closer to her. She placed her hand on my head gently and took a deep breath, "What are you doing here," she said, her voice sounded firm and strong, but I missed the slight quiver to it.

He rolled his eyes and turned his head away, cussing under his breath and I gasped lightly. He looked down at me glaring. He smelled heavily of alcohol and cigarette smoke, his clothes were dirty and torn, "You told me to come by so you could see Sora you dumb broad," he snapped. She looked away and bit her lip, I ran forward and kicked the man hard in the shin.

"Roxas!" mom said with surprise as the man cussed loudly and grabbed his shin.

"You little shit!" he shouted at me.

"Don't talk to my mommy like that!" I yelled strongly as he stood up and grabbed my arm firmly, I whimpered as he squeezed my arm tightly.

"Release him now," mom said firmly, the man looked up at her before pushing me down forcefully. I landed on the ground and I looked down, sniffing lightly to push back the tears swimming in my eyes.

"You've turned him into such a softy," he snapped.

"Well he was man enough to hit you for talking badly to the woman who's raising him," she spat viciously. I looked up at mom; I had never heard her sound so angry.

"That wasn't hitting," he snapped.

"Yeah, you would know that better than anyone."

I looked at the screen and noticed my face was wet, and I quickly wiped the tears away and took a deep breath to try and calm myself again before someone decided to flick the lights back on.

I heard Axel laugh buoyantly at the show, so I tried desperately to immerse myself in the film, hoping to distract myself from the memories.