Don't tell Ma I'm dating a gay dragon!

AN: So uh, sup guys? New story, kind of based a bit on the world of the Anita Blake series. I liked the idea, and I've been wanting to do a story like this for a while. Also I really don't suggest reading the Laurell K. Hamilton Anita Blake series, it is nice but honestly, I hate the main character soooooo bad. :C I keep reading in hopes that bitch will die, but no. No.

[Also does anyone know why FFNET Keeps taking out my indents and underscores?]

Chapter 1: Religious Dada Mix

Their world started out much like every other world; an empire of dirt, an empire of possibilities, full of magic. It was quickly claimed and divided up between races of people of all kinds. It was also fought over by these same races, a bloody history like most worlds and cultures have. But eventually all became settled; things grew people changed and evolved. The world as a whole calmed it's violent nature and matured. Many things happened; from discovering the cure to a plague that killed thousands, to witches and warlocks being accepted for what they are, to the invention of electricity, to the first McDucks ever opened.

The most important thing that seemed to of happened was around the late 70's when a large group of 20 different individuals from very different backgrounds came together to out themselves as creatures many thought only existed in Disenywood movies. Wereanimals, Vampires, Dragons, Phoenixes, Yetis, Nagas, Lamias and more races came into the spot light. They had always been around, though no one had really seen any. The ones that had were claimed nuts and shipped off or heavily medicated.

But the Vampires ,Wereanimals , Phoenixes and dragons were very smart races and open to change. They knew with the advances in technology and human expansion that it would become very hard for them to stay hidden. So they approached scholars, lawyers and leaders of countries to be recognized as citizens, to come out of the shadow's so to speak.

Their message was simple, "We as a whole do not wish harm on human races, we wish to just be part of the world and not in the form of fiction." But despite their simple message, everything was far from simple. The world was changed.

The Strife household was a simple common middle class household. Or that is what one would think looking at the two story white house with pale-badly-needs-a-new-coat-of-paint-shutters. The household was made up of siblings, blond hair and baby blues were aplenty. The head of the house was a Cloud (Say my middle name and die) Strife, bounty hunter and protector of the peace. The tall broad shoulder male, with a eternal scowl upon his lovely pale face was paid handsomely for hunting down rogue creatures. Human and Non-human. He lived in this house hold with his younger siblings, all triplets.

Ventus Strife was a quirky sort of boy, he was wanting to be very much like his older brother and was being trained to be a fighter like Cloud. He was only seventeen, his baby fat barely falling off to reveal the makings of a very handsome boy. Ventus was ever ready to go, a bit of a go getter and the loudest of the whole family. Despite looking exactly like his twin brother Roxas, he was easily picked out due to the bright smile on his face. Ventus had a good affinity with magic as well, he wasn't as good as his older brother Cloud, but he showed promise and was passing all his materia courses in high school with a good b average.

Namine Strife was the doll of the family. Her curled blond hair a shade softer than her brothers and wide baby blues combined with thin pale limbs gave her the look of a china doll. Namine was the makeshift mother of the family, despite being seventeen it seemed she had a natural affinity or it. Though quiet, the girl was fierce and knew just how to wheedle her brothers into taking care of themselves and the house. Namine was psychic born as well, her drawings always came to true in some way or another, and along with her ability to read the memories stored in objects and people made her quiet popular in the neighborhood. Mothers who wanted to make sure their darling sons and daughters were just that would always come to her.

Roxas Strife seemed to be the most normal of the bunch. He was a brooding boy just coming out of his teenage angst period with a scowl much like his elder brother's plastered all over his cherubic face. He was fairly good with almost everything he did, a C average student through and through. He wasn't like Ventus, he had no goals aside from making good grades and finishing high school. He had no talents like Namine; aside from his cooking skills, Roxas really was just a average teenage human.

But he knew despite not having any type of abilities besides making an, "Oh-my-god-Rox-this-cheesecake-is-to-die-for", that he was loved by his family. He was quite proud of his normalcy, he knew friends that had their struggles due to their powers or race and did not want to have to go through such a thing himself. But on a humid March day; everything changed for the Strife household by Roxas's best friend Sora Leonhart.

The quirky brunette with abnormally large "I know they are big feet I'll grow into them shut up about it!" yellow shoes flopped onto Roxas's blue bedspread with a groan. His large feet free of his shoes propped up on Roxas's favorite pillow was staring listlessly up at the blond's ceiling fan as it circulated cool air into the room.

"Get your feet of my pillow Sora." Roxas growled as he looked up from history homework spread about his furry rug to look at his lazy friend.

"Hnnng," A whining noise as the brunette rolled onto his stomach, raising his feet to cross in the air behind him, "Roxas, can you do me a huge favor?"

"Depends on the favor." Came the blonde's reply, teeth worrying the white eraser on his pencil, cerulean blues scanning the black aerial print of his text book.

"Well...see, uh. Okay."The bed squeaked as Sora slide into a cross-legged position, middle of his shoulders resting against a egg white wall. "Jeezzz this is hard to explain. Like, okay. So my Rex received an invitation to go on a trip to meet some other wereraces." Roxas shut his book with the pencil inside to mark his spot before moving to sit on the bed with his best friend.

"Yea, I remember you going on about how it was a big honor for your pride." Which struck Roxas as odd since at the time, the only werelions in town was the Leonheart pride made out of five people.

"Well, so Squall goes to meet up with them, to start a helpline or something like that. That we have to work together to help out all other races and not each other 'cause some humans wouldn't understand. Shoot first ask questions later and all that." Roxas nodded, thinking of Sora's Rex, Squall Leonhart a proud fierce brunette that had adopted Sora when his parents disowned him after the boy was attacked by a werelion. It wasn't Sora's fault, no ones really but Sora's mother and father couldn't deal that thier son was going to be 'Furry Freak'. The brunette had been at the wrong place at the wrong time and a Rogue lion bit his arm almost ripping the limb off.

"Well anyways, there was a real life Dragon there. They are like Royalty or some crap, I don't really understand. But this dragon asks if he can come check out how Squall runs the pride. Since the Dragons are like Royalty of wereraces, Squall of course agrees." Sora's eyebrows scrunched in thought as he told the story, "Anywhoo, Squall uh, asked if I could show the Dragon around town tomorrow. I'm, well, uh, do you think you could come with me?"

Roxas did his best to resist the baby blues, the tan curved cheeks, hopefully raised brown eyebrows and clasped hands. He really did, the wheat haired male was able to look away for a good five seconds before letting out a loud sigh and hanging his head.

"Yea. After school though!" Roxas yelled as Sora let out a happy whoop and pulled Roxas into a headlock to ruffle the blond cowlicks with fierce excited knuckles.

"Hey stop that! OW SORA!" Having a werelion for a best friend was sometimes a huge pain in the ass, or right now, head. Reaching a hand up to cover the brunette's mouth and nose, knowing he couldn't compete with the enhanced strength of pure primal power, Roxas got Sora to let go of him so he could breathe. Both teens collapsed against each other, thin chests heaving with chuckles and exhalation. Neither moved, content to watch the fan spin overhead as the neighborhood children screamed in play outside, It wasn't until Roxas looked over at Sora, "So what is the Dragon's name?"

"Oh, uh Axel. Kind of a cool name right?" Hands drifted through the blonde's spikes, one last ruffle before Sora sat up.

"I guess." Was Roxas's response, watching as his best friend moved to flick on his Enix console.

TBC.

So, this the first chapter of "Don't tell Ma I'm dating a gay dragon,"it is kind of a introductory chapter, if things are confusing let me know. Some things won't be revealed until later on in chapters of course. If you see anything weird, Grammar wise, uh spelling wise please let me know. Also I am a college student, so updates will be a bit strained. But I hope this will be enjoyable.

Also, uh if you are a waiting for an update of DWM, don't. I am about to delete the story because I don't have the drive or spark for it. I started writing it when I was in a dark time in my life, and I have made loads of changes to my self in a personal level. I can't go back and write for DWM the same way anymore, I am thinking of revising it and giving it a whole different ending. But for now, I am just going to delete it.