Chapter Zero

It wasn't like he was poor or something, his Ol' man had this bar. A shitty piece of a bar, but a bar likewise with regular costumers. The bar was located in the slum parts of the city, grafitti covering most of the facade, even the door on which a sign with the bar's name was scribbled, Brent's Bar. Under the sign there was another sign, "Open 17 – 05 every day except sunday", taped up with ducktape.

The interior of the bar was mostly leftovers that other bars would have thrown away, all brown and used. The walls of the bar had a gray colour and was covered with political posters with nasty catchphrases and masked persons with guns or pitchforks. No one would ever pay attention to the bar if they didn't knew that it was there and even then they would never enter such a crappy place.

Sometimes he thought his dad and his friends, who usually hung at the bar, was going a bit overboard with their political visions. Sure the sociaty was unfair, not just a little unfair. People who for just a while a go managed life okay were basically dying on the streets and the slum part of the city grew bigger everyday while the nice part of the town grew more magnificent and expensive. There needed to be a change but his dad were planning some kind of raid and not of the nicer kind.

He didn't know much about it though 'cause even though his dad was part of it, he and the others who gathered at the pub almost every night was very secretive.

It all had began like ten or twelve years ago, the government had decided that they would participate in some kind of witchhunt to make the world a better place. Their country participated in many smaller wars against some kind of enimy. But the government never defined just who the enimy was. Because of the expensive war their country were running out of money, taxes went rocket high, every day supplies like food and clothes got very expensive and riots started to be more common and more violent. People and companies went bankrupt, but still the government kept on fighting against the unknown enimy. About two years ago the war got too expensive and the debts to other countries got too big so government said that they would take a break from their big task of making the world a peaceful place. But they still didn't much to clean up the society, the taxes was still high and people were still getting poorer and poorer. The main focus of the "break" was to afford to equip the military.

He was born before the witchhunt had started. His mom and dad lived in a small but nice apartment at that time and life was happy. But the when he was five years there was a terrorist incident and the office where his mum worked had been blown away, his mothers body was never found in the leftovers of the building.

That incident became the catalyst of the witchhunt and at first his dad was very supportive of the governments cause to bring peace to the world but as the years went by and the wars made no sense he started to change opinion and now he was one of the leading people against the government. Three years ago he was sent to jail 'cause he lead a demostration which got totally out of hand, although that was very common. He got out of jail just five month ago and now he was back to scheming, but this time it was different from before, what they now planned seemed to be much bigger with a far more noticeable result. It was like they were planning to overthrow the government.

The school system was still working but the quality was disastrous to what it was ten years back. He had to skip a year of school while his dad was in jail but he had studied hard when he had the time and over almost the whole summer and had managed to keep up with his class so he needn't get a year behind. His mom had, when she lived, thoght that education and knowledge was very important so he worked hard to please her memory.

So it wasn't like he and his Ol' man was poor or something it was just that they were always lacking money.

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He grimaced at his sleep-deprived face in the mirror. His blond hair looked like a badly washed rag, there were bags under his blue eyes and his clothes hung as wet towels over his body. He hadn't slept much 'cause his dad was at a meeting that night and someone had to care for the bar.

It was school day and the thought of enduring the five the classes that lay ahead of him sent shivers down his spine. But he would endure, that was one of his strengthes.

He made one last grimace at the mirror before he quickly swallowed the last of the coffee that he had bought to survive the nights, although it was far too expensive for him, grabbed his bag , went out, locked the graffitied front door and took off.

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With a huff he entered the classroom, supporting himself against the classrom door. He had been forced to run most of the way to be able to get to school in time.

"Hey, Roxas" The blonde boy looked up hearing his name. Enter Hayner, his bestfriend since forever. Hayner looked at him wideeyed. "Shit man! You look like crap, what the fuck have you been up to?"

Roxas shook his head slowly "Dad was away this night and I had to do all his work at the pub".

Hayner made a pitiful face " Man, that sucks".

"Yeah"

"Ackart, Baker! Would you two please sit down now!" Their teacher had arrived and they quickly crossed the room to get to their places picking up notebooks and pencils from their bags.

"Today we are going to start with derivation..." Their teacher started to picture something on the whiteboard while talking monotonously.

Geez, why the hell am I learning this, Roxas thought while his teacher kept on talking. She was actually a very good teacher, in the end most of those in his class understood her magic with numbers and formulas. But his restlessness got the good of him, he thought that this whole year in school was a waste of time. He wanted out, do something, just something! Something that would make him feel that what he did had a meaning.

"Roxas... Roxas! Earth to Roxas!" Finally he heard his teacher, she was standing right next to him actually looking slightly worried. "You, okay?"

"Aah! Sorry Ma'm, just spacing out"

"You sure you're okay? You look sick, maybe you should go home and rest?"

Roxas thought for a while, he really didn't feel up to four more classes. "Yeah, I think I will".

He started to replace his stuff in the bag as she spoke again "Hey, take a good rest once you get home. No one really has the time to do that these days". She smiled at him when he walked away. Before he closed the door behind him he turned around looking his teacher in the eyes. "Thanks Tifa, I really appreciate it"

"You're welcome Roxas".

The door closed behind him.

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Once outside in the spring air he felt better. Taking a deep breath he slowly started walking through the town.

As he reached his home, the pub, he noticed the lights was on and when he opened the door he heard voices from the bar.

He entered the bar room.

"Roxas, you're early!" His dad sounded surprised but not in the bad way.

The room was crowded with people, all staring at him now.

"Yeah, I didn't feel well" He glanced around the room.

"Well that's just as well. It's good that you're here" His arm swept over the people in the room. Most of them was in his age, perhaps slightly older. "Roxas, I want you to meet Organisation thirteen!"

Roxas eyes widened, seemed like his father was talking about something very serious. His eyes swept once more over the room, a guy with blue hair and a scar right across his face stood in the corner glaring at him. "That's Saïx you're looking at" He started presenting the people "And beside him is as I think you know Luxord" Luxord was one of his father's oldest friends, he usually hung at the bar playing card with anyone who dared, "That's Demyx" He pointed at a boy sitting on a chair in the front with the weirdest hair ever, it was a mohawk and a mullet at the same time. He also had a guitar thingy on the floor in front of him. Demyx smiled a wide smile flashing most of his teeth "It's nice to finally met you Roxas, your old man said the we'd probably meet ya today and this honey" He pointed at the instrument on the floor " Is my lovely Sitar!". On a chair a bit back sat a guy with dark hair, almost lilac, which covered half of his face "That's Zexion in the back" The lilac haired guy nodded at him. Behind Zexion stood the only girl in the room, she had blond hair and like the bluehaired man in the corner she was glaring at him "Meet Larxine and her fiancé Marluxia" Holding the glaring girls hand was Marluxia in his pink hair who Roxas had seen before, Marly they used to call him, a nice but very odd prick. "You already know Vexen, Lexaeus,Xaldin and Xigbar" The group of men sitting on the barstools waved at him, also some of his fathers friends.

"And that young fellow there..." He pointed at a guy leaning against the bar. "...Is Axel"

"Good to meet ya Roxas" A catlike grin spreading across the redheaded boy's face.

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