Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts and I do not make any profit from writing this story.
Author's Note: This my first story to ever post on here, considering it took me I don't know how long to figure out how to upload stories. Now that I've finally got the hang of it, I'll be putting up a lot more.
Now I've got two other chapters typed up for this story, so it will be updated very soon.
Prologue
Summer was slowly coming to an end. It was surprisingly cold for being early September, and the moon was shining high in the sky, reflecting off the ocean, calm but for a light breeze. The beach was completely void of people other than him, and he liked it that way. Life was completely stressful for him right now—having been fired, his girlfriend breaking up with him, and his best friend had gone missing. A nice quiet walk on the beach suited him fine. He zipped his jacket up and stuck his hands in the pockets, looking out at the waves crashing gently against the shore reminded of all the times he came here with his girlfriend, mostly at sunset, enjoying a romantic evening.
But that was over now. He was planning to move away from this place that held nothing but sadness for him now that his best friend was gone. He had nothing left to stay for.
The wind was starting to pick up again, whipping his hair around in his face, and chilling him to the bone even with his jacket on. No matter how peaceful it was, he knew he couldn't stay here any longer. With a heavy sigh, he turned, making his way back to his car that was parked in the beach parking lot, silently saying goodbye to everything he knew and grew up with.
But then something stopped him. It was the faint sound of crying. Frowning, he spun around and examined the length of the beach, but didn't see anything.
"Hello?" He called, "Is anyone there?"
He tried to pinpoint the crying and discovered that it was coming from much further down the beach. Wrapping his arms around himself, he tried to keep the wind from getting under his jacket and turning him into a human popsicle as he trudged through the sand, determined to find the source of the crying.
After nearly a mile of walking, he finally came to a small cave, the crying louder now. Assuming that's where the person was, he walked in, his eyes searching for a child or a teenager…but what he saw was very unexpected.
There, on the floor of the cave lying in a basket, were two small babies.
"What the…" He walked over, crouching down to inspect the helpless infants. They looked identical. "Who would just abandon…"
He trailed off, seeing a folded piece of paper in between the two wailing babies and picked it up to read it.
"Please take care of my little angels. Their names are Roxas and Ventus and they were born on August 13th"
"Roxas and Ventus, huh?" He sighed, looking at the two infants again wondering which one was which when he noticed the letters R and V on their sleepers. So that question was answered, but it only left him with another one.
What was he going to do with them?
He didn't have the heart to leave them in the cave, so he did what any Good Samaritan would do. He tucked the blanket around the squirming babies to keep in the warmth, and got to his feet, picking the basket up.
"Seems we've got a lot in common," he told them softly, their crying subsiding to little whimpers. "We're both alone. And there's nothing left for us here."