Chapter 1

It was a cold spring day, and there was a boy, walking alone through the bustling town.

He wore a sleeveless, checkered top and blue capri's. On his feet were checkered slip-ons, and his blond hair stood up in the air, defying gravity.

The shower that came down made rain pound on his head, weighing his hair down. The rain was the only thing that could keep his hair from sticking out into different directions. The water also soaked his clothes, so no part was kept dry. But he liked the rain, so he didn't mind walking around, looking like that.

He was wandering the little streets of his home town, a small plastic bag clutched tight in his hand, when he noticed people staring and pointing and hear them whispering. But he couldn't care less. He heard people asking themselves and their companions if he was the one they heard about, and if he was out of his mind, walking in the rain without an umbrella or proper clothing.

Those reactions meant nothing to him. Until a guy he always hated, said: "Hey Roxas! What's the matter? You sad your boyfriend left? What are you gonna do now? Cry?"

Roxas clenched his teeth, balding his fists and making every effort to respond, and not attack the other guy. "No Seifer," he said, "I'm not going to cry. But you will, if you don't shut up."

Seifer just stood there and laughed, his two 'bodyguards' joining, moments later. As they laughed, Roxas made an attempt to continue his way home. Only the road was blocked by Seifer and his gang.

"Oh no, you don't, little boy. You just have to stay here and play with us." Seifer said, an evil grin appearing on his face. Roxas gave him a glare and pushed him aside. He wanted to walk away as fast as possible, but Seifer got hold of his bag, and with a load ripping noise, tore it apart.

There was a moment of silence, while a blue blur with a hunch of brown, flew through the air. All the ice creams Roxas had bought were scattered on the floor, and Fuu and Rai were jumping on top of them, squeeling while blue liquid seeped between the stones.

Roxas bowed his head, shaking with anger. He stood there, immobile, for a solid minute. Then he looked up, a dark expression of his face. "Those ice creams," he slowly, and with a low voice, said," Where very special. Those were no ordinary ice creams."

The second after he finished his sentence, Roxas somersaulted over Seifer, and grabbed his waist in a tackle. And because Roxas was completely frantic, he got stronger than he usually was, so whilst in a tackle, both Roxas and Seifer fell to the ground. Roxas didn't care people were watching and children were crying when he flipped Seifer over and started punching him in the face.

Fuu and Rai each grabbed one of Roxas' arms, and tried to get him of their friend. But Roxas gave a howl of rage and shook them off, He then continued his handy-work on Seifer's face.

Slowly, the flesh on his knuckles began to tear open. But that was nothing to how Seifer's face looked. Blood was everywhere. His eyes were swollen, and the position of his nose was slightly off.

But Roxas kept op beating, until three huge men grabbed him, and pulled him of his victim. Who was lying there, lifeless, knocked out by the force of the blows.

Roxas was a small guy, too small for his age. But the 17-year-old had done quite some damage. As he was held in place by a gigantic guy with auburn coloured, wavy hair, he screamed: "LET GO OF ME!" But the giant shook his head, and said in a soft voice, trying to soothe Roxas: "No Roxas. Fighting doesn't solve anything. Least of all, bring HIM back."

Roxas relaxed his muscles, turned his head, and said: "But Lexaeus, they ruined my ice cream. They were for him, for when he would return." Then his lip began to quiver, and tears came running hot down his face. Lexaeus grabbed his shoulders, turned him around, and pulled him in an embrace. Roxas pushed his head against the waist of The Silent Hero and let his tears run free.

Then people began walking up to them. "Roxas, cover your ears. There is enough pain in your heart as it is. You don't have to hear this." Lexaeus said with a caring, yet stern look on his face. Roxas did as he was told and then hid his face again in the comfort of his friend's size.

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the yelling of the townsfolk. There was little success. As the tears were streaming down his face, Roxas heard Lexaeus trying to shush the situation, but he didn't succeed. Roxas heard a woman scream at the top of her lungs: "He doesn't belong here! He never has! He has to leave." Roxas thought the voice belonged to Seifer's mother.

Roxas didn't know what happened next, but suddenly, everyone was quiet. Roxas figured Lexaeus must have used his death glare. As Roxas tried to turn, Lexaeus kneeled down and whispered in his ear: "Roxas, go with Xigbar and Xaldin. I have some unfinished business that needs to be attended." Xigbar and Xaldin walked from the background were they have been standing, up to Roxas. Roxas looked at the two, and said: "But guys. I don't want to go. This is about me. I have to know what they'll be saying."

But Xaldin didn't listen to Roxas. He grabbed him around the waist, and swung him over his shoulder. Then he began to walk away. "Xaldin, let go!" Roxas yelled, as he tried to break free from the firm grip Xaldin held on him, "I can walk on my own!" Xaldin just shook his head. Then he replied: "No can do, little guy. Lexaeus was very clear not to let you go. So I'm not planning to aid your request." Roxas then knew the big guy wouldn't budge. But to make clear he wasn't happy about it, he crossed his arms and started to put. "Aah little dude, don't be like that. Come on. It'll be okay." Xigbar said, ruffling Roxas' wet hair.

They all treated him like a little kid. They all did, except for. . . And with that thought, he started crying again. He saw through the blurry-ness the tears brought, Xigbar looking confused. He felt Xaldin shook his head, and after that there was only the slight sound of Roxas sobbing while he was drowning in his sadness.