Summer heat wafted in lazily to the small, suburban town of Shannon in the middle of May, when really it had no business coming so early.

On one side of town, the sound of whimpering could be heard in the east hall of Shannon high. This whimpering came from one student in particular, who was only known as Big Bertha, despite her stature standing at 4 foot 9, her weight an average 120 pounds, and her name simply being anything other than Bertha. There was once a story behind the name Big Bertha but it had been forgotten, as stories that never become legends do, and all that was left was the name as proof that a story had once existed. Many had theorized that Big Bertha's whimpering that day pertained to the forgotten story behind her nickname but only those in the girl's locker room and Big Bertha herself knew the reason for her whimpering. Her whimpering had become a medical side affect of venturing out into summer heat for gym class when it was still considered spring, and then returning to the school building to face the inevitable truth that while the weather had decided summer came early, the school board did not. So Big Bertha whimpered for herself and the rest of her fellow students as they still had one month left until their summer began.

Over on the other side of town, college students wiped sweat from their brows before it could fall on textbooks littering every available surface in the library. The old building, built entirely on a foundation of pleaseohgoddonotfallover lacked one of the fundamental designs of the 20th century, which had been dubbed unanimously as an air conditioner unit. The community college of Shannon, SCC for those privy, had not been given this update about this so called air conditioner unit and therefore lacked one in the library, which was currently crammed with 26 students studying for their final exams. But even with the threat of heat exhaustion and general annoyance looming over their heads, college students braved the library in the pursuit of at least a 3.0 GPA. And within this hustle of sweat slickened bodies and the clack of flip flops hitting the linoleum floor a boy of 20 years was found with a perpetual scowl on his face that threatened to quickly turn into a snarl if anyone dared come near his personal bubble. But as hustles go, one cannot easily avoid coming into contact with another's personal space and the unfortunate soul who made contact with this boy's bubble was known as Big Bertha's Big Brother. His name was entirely forgotten once his little sister had inherited her own nickname and he lived in a constant state of depression caused by this lack of remembrance.

Perhaps it was this state that led him to be unaware of his general surroundings within the confines of SCC's library, maybe it was the lack of sleep he had from pulling an all nighter to study for his Organic Chemistry final that he had taken that morning at 8, or it could have even been the mixture of tears and sweat in his eyes as he thought about said final that he had no doubt he flunked. It could have easily been any of these reasons, but the 20-year-old boy didn't really care about Big Bertha's Big Brother's reasons for invading his personal space. He didn't really have the time or willpower to think about these reasons as Big Bertha's Big Brother's sneaker, dirty from running away in shame after his final that morning, stepped on the boy's own clean sneaker, now of course sullied with Organic Chemistry shame. The boy let out a startled yelp that turned into a growl in record-breaking time and whipped his head to the side; blue eyes wild with rage met terrified brown ones.

The boy opened his mouth to give the nastiest lecture he could concoct in the span of 2 seconds that consisted of nothing more than a stream of sounds that would tear Big Bertha's Big Brother's soul from his body, but before he could deliver the scream of a lifetime, Big Bertha's Big Brother turned on his heel and sprinted down the north side of the library, which ironically only contained books about the art of running, which Big Bertha's Big Brother had become very well acquainted with just that morning despite not reading any of those books. The boy watched him flee in sheer terror and closed his mouth into a tight line, with the scream still trapped behind his lips.

"Shit, who knew he could be so fast," A voice spoke to the boy's left and the boy begrudgingly turned to face the owner of the voice. It was another boy who stood slightly taller with a smirk on his face and a gleam in his mischievous eyes.

"You might just make the whole student body run with that look you gave B-4, Roxas." The other one laughed.

"B-4?" Roxas asked, a slight raise in his eyebrows but with fury still glistening in his eyes.

"Big Bertha's Big Brother. You know, 4 B's so B-4."

"Who else calls him that?"

"Everyone, stupid."

"No they don't."

"Yes they do!"

"You're an idiot."

"Says the one who was about to murder B-4 for stepping on his shoes!"

"I just bought these and that fucker stepped on them! Do you know how much money these fucking cost, Hayner?!" Roxas screamed and the other students in the library who had been watching the two warily quickly decided to move away to avoid the fallout that was sure to come.

Hayner laughed and in an act of sheer defiance to God patted Roxas' spiky blond locks to further tease the shorter boy.

If you had asked any of the students that day, save for Big Bertha's Big Brother who hid in the broom closet huddled between a bucket of dirty water, that had just cleaned puke from the girl's dormitory bathroom, and a feather duster, that housed a small but strong family of spiders, they would tell you that the devil is real.

As soon as Hayner's hand left Roxas' head the world seemed to stop for only a second before the ground opened and all of the demons came loose from their eternal damnation. Roxas' eyes seemed to turn red as his hand snatched Hayner's own and pulled it slowly from his head.

"Don't… touch… the hair." Roxas snarled, and the other students standing nearby ran either into the broom closet with Big Bertha's Big Brother or out the front door completely. GPA be damned.

Hayner cackled before gently removing Roxas' vice grip from his wrist. "Oh sorry I forgot you murdered a bottle of hair gel in order to achieve such godly perfection."

Demons swirled around Roxas' head in a dance of temptation, cackling as Hayner once had, muttering words, "First his sneaker, now his hair, master is not pleased, master is angry, master will take his vengeance… Big Bertha's Big Brother beware… Hayner beware… for the devil is here."

A girl could be heard crying in the corner and the very foundation of the library shook, unfortunate to its mantra of pleaseohgoddonotfallover, but with one last ray of hope a light glinted off the librarians glasses as she turned this last ray of light onto Roxas and Hayner. Roxas hissed at the forthcoming light and his demons seemed to whither under the gaze of such brightness.

Hayner smiled, as the woman's words seemed to be the voice of God speaking, "If you are not going to be quiet, you will have to leave. Students are trying to study."

Roxas glowered and his eyes quickly shifted back to blue and the ground closed once more with a few demons screaming softly at being sucked back down to their eternal damnation. Students returned once more, free from the foul vomit stench of the closet, and the exhausting heat of the sun, to find two boys standing next to each other rather than just one and the devil himself.

Of course all of this happened to be seen by teenagers and young adults penchant for the dramatic. And not one of them could be blamed for seeing a devil boy and a librarian angel all in the confines of a small community college library in the middle of nowhere, Maine. The lack of sleep and heat could be a cause for such delusions or it could also even be the hope that Roxas, better known as the devil, will destroy them in a bout of pure fury to keep them from continuing on in the Battle of Finals Week. It could have been easily any of these reasons but for Big Bertha's Big Brother, who wept on the phone to his little sister, he would swear until the day he died that the devil was real and inhabited the body of a young boy named Roxas Hikari.

For years after this incident Big Bertha's Big Brother would tell any unfortunate soul who would listen his tale of his tango with the devil and every single person would laugh him off, despite having been there to see the incident themselves. He would become the joke of the town, the boy who believed in the devil possessing the body of a 20-year old outsider. But Big Bertha's Big Brother knew. And for the two remaining years Roxas resided in the sunny town of Shannon Big Bertha's Big Brother spied on him to try and gather enough evidence to prove he wasn't in fact crazy. For 2 years he watched Roxas day in and day out, at a safe distance of course, and he saw what no man should see. He learned everything he could learn of Roxas Hikari and at the end of those 2 years he knew in his heart that the devil may have possessed this boy at one point but had left him devastated and broken by the end. For the story of Roxas Hikari is not a pleasant one. It is not a story that is told for the faint of heart. And for Big Bertha's Big Brother's future telling's, the story of Roxas starts at a porn shop called The White Swallow with a sign at the front cracked but still concisely states Enter Through the Rear.It starts when a man with slicked red hair walks into the door, cigarette lit, and green eyes surveying the floor before landing on the blond spikes of Roxas' head behind the service counter, flipping rather bored through a Vanity Fair magazine and a disposition of help your fucking self, don't ask me.

And when said man does not help himself this story starts with the words drawling out of a poor college student's mouth, "How can I help you today, sir?"

It begins on May 12th, 1994.