Authors Note:

YO! Dances in a circle with mountain dew in hand Okay so second chappie is up! Whoooooooooo! Okay yeah whatever…So I do not own Kingdom hearts and characters…But I do own my few OC's that I have in this crazily weird story I have here. And I really want it to die by a knife right now because I'm running out of my crazy ideas because of my yelling white cat who is fat like a balloon!

ON WITH STORY!Okay, so one more thing Thanks for reading! (Now back to the sentence before!) Oh and PLEASE give me reviews! I want to know what you think! THANKS!

My eyes did not open even as I tried, and I hated the vulnerable feeling of not being able to see on my own. 'No!' I shouted in my head as I began to struggle, letting out a howl of pain as something in my body shifted unpleasantly. 'Where the hell am I?' I thought angrily, thrashing about even though I knew it hurt. "Calm down sir!" I heard a woman's voice say frantically, trying to restrain me. "Don't. Touch. Me." I said bitterly, letting out another scream. "Where the hell am I!" I yelled as I heard more footsteps rushing towards wherever I was. I could hear the woman about to open her mouth when a mans voice said something instead. "You are in a hospital because you were hit by a speeding car." His words shocked me, and I laid my head back down. "No one has been informed?" I asked quietly, hope that my family would have come to check on their only child. There were footsteps toward me and my head turned toward them automatically. "No, we tried your records but your family denies you-" I cut him off with my now very irritated and bitter voice, " Because! I KILLED my twin, the only thing that held to the family! Just pull the FUCKING plug on ME! They seem so much happier at not having children AT ALL! Just KILL-" Before I could finish my rant a hand came across my face with a loud slap. The pain etched my skin, but I calmed quickly, feeling a streaming warm liquid falling gently down my face. "They said there giving you up, Zexion Yamiiora. Your foster parents will be coming to get you in a few days when you're well enough to leave. My interns Roxas and Sora will be here to watch over your recovery." The man began to walk toward the door. "Wait! Why can't I see?" my voice sounded utterly pitiful, even to me. He just laughed, making me feel stupid, and replied, " Their closed shut by crusted up blood. I'll have Sora clean it off later." And that was it, he left, and I felt more vulnerable than I had ever in my life. Everything was finally changing, but really I wasn't ready for it, not in the slightest. 'I'm only 16; really I don't feel normal at all. Ienzo, I need you more than ever, please just be my conscience.' I thought, feeling myself drifting into a heavy, drug induced sleep.

When I woke up everything looked pink at first, but as my vision cleared, I came face to face with the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. I bit back a scream and squirmed slightly. "Oh! I'm sorry!" A shy quiet voice exclaimed, the blue eyes moving backwards. Now I could see that this person had a head of spiky cinnamon hair and those beautiful eyes belonged to him. I looked away quickly and began to feel over my eyes, but as I tried to touch them the boy quickly pulled my hands away. "You can't touch them yet, they're infected. I was cleaning them when you awoke suddenly." He explained, blush and letting go of my hands. "Oh…thanks." Was all I could manage before I drifted back off to sleep.

I awoke again to hear two male voices fighting. "I don't care, Sora!" "Yes, you do Roxas, you always care!" "Sora, go visit your patients!" "You too, ROXY. Especially Axel." At that point Sora laughed, and my eyes fluttered open to see them at the door of my hospital room. "Sora. Roxas. If those are your names, could you not BE so loud enough to wake the DEAD?" I asked sleepily, yawning and looking into their stunned faces and deep blue eyes. "S-sure, sorry Zexion." The one with the cinnamon spiky hair that I had seen sometime before I fell asleep last said, blushing madly in embarrassment. Roxas, whom I assume was the one with the spiky blond hair, just scowled at me and stalked away. Sora smiled at me and then left the room, and I assumed he was going to go to check on other patients that he had. So I began to try and sit up, but failed and hissed irritably in pain before trying to stay still until the pain dulled. 'Ienzo, I guess I wont be visiting your grave anymore. I hope you can forgive me.' I thought solemnly, my blue-silver hair falling into my eyes. Knock. Stirring me out of my thoughts I answered, " Come in?" My voice was barley auditable. The door opened and I saw a man and a woman walk in. The man had chestnut shoulder length hair and pale baby blue eyes, while the woman had long raven black hair that was braided, and sparkling green eyes. "Hello…Zexion." The woman said cheerfully, sitting in a chair by my bedside. I nodded in acknowledgement and then looked down at the VI necklace that both my brother and I bought for each other for the first day of first grade. He wore it also to his own funeral, and I would wear my necklace to mine. "Zexion, we know what your going through." The woman said comforting me, interrupting my depressing train of thought. She put her hand on my arm and smiled at me, her smile reminded me of my mother before I killed Ienzo. "Thanks…" I replied, attempting to make a small smile. Her eyes began to tear up. "Zexion dear, I just know you and I are going to get along beautifully!" She says quietly, hugging me lightly. "We'll come get you in a week, all the paperwork is finished." She whispers, covering it up by kissing my cheek lightly. I shivered involuntarily, but I couldn't help it, no one had ever done that to me. Not even my family did that to my brother and I. Then, her and her husband/boyfriend/whoever, whom were going to be my new foster parents, left me to rest. Which I took advantage of.

My slumber was calming and dreamless until I heard my six-year-old voice say, "Zo-nii-chan, I'll go get the ball!" My brother Ienzo, older by a minute, ran out into the street before I could tell him to stop, and I watched to my horror as a speeding car hit my brother. Once the car had past, Ienzo lay bleeding on the ground, his leg bent in an odd way. "Zo-nii-chan!" I cried, running blurrily over to him since tears blinded my vision. "Ze-ototo, b-by-e" It was chocked and very forced, but it was the last thing I would hear his voice say. "Zo!" I screeched, breaking downing, falling to my knees and putting my head on his now bloody chest, crying. Ienzo didn't move, and began to feel cold. It was a miracle that a passing car didn't hit me as well. My heart was breaking, and I snapped. I stood up and ran inside carrying my brother, running into the kitchen and calling 911 that my brother had been hit by a speeding car and gave them the license plate number I had memorized within the few slow seconds where time came to a halt before my brothers demise. Then, they asked me if he was alive and I began to cry. They asked about my parents and I said that they had left for work. They said they were going to get the killer and also send an ambulance over for my brother and me. So, I left the front door open and sat my dead brother in my lap and ran my fingers through his hair while I cried uncontrollably until the ambulance took us away to the hospital where the patched up Ienzo's body and they tried to get his heart to beat once more. "Don't!" I cried, clutching my heart and falling to my knees. I could feel his pain in his heart, and I was afraid. "Brother wants to be left in peace!" I cried, tears welling up in my eyes, I was too afraid to face the pain of Ienzo's injuries. I wanted him to live, he was my only light in this life and my one and only friend. I knew my parents would be angry, but Ienzo's pain seemed to be over, as well as mine. "Please!" I begged, as all the doctors and nurses looked at me confusedly. But as I watched to my relief and horror they pulled the plug on Ienzo and I fell face first into the ground. Laying there I could hear my brothers deep yet comforting voice for a 6 year old say, 'Thank you Ze-ototo. You may be scared, but I understand and you wont regret this. I promise you.' A nurse came and picked me up, taking me to the room my parents were in. My mother took me room the nurse and threw me forcefully to the floor, knocking the air from my lungs. She tried stepping on me, but I did what any scared child would do, I ran. Running to no place specifically, but I wanted to get away. I bumped into someone, but kept running and rounding the nearest corner I came face to face with none other than Ienzo. "I hate you, Ze-ototo." And that was it; I found a sharp piece of glass and began stabbing huge gaping holes into my arms screaming repeatedly 'I'm sorry!'

My eyes flickered open and I found warm, salty tears all over my face. "Your really stupid Zexion. Really, you are." I heard a deep voice that I vaguely recognized as Roxas', whom seemed older than the shy Sora. "What's so dumb, Roxas?" I asked, rubbing away the tears that clung to my now reddened from sleep face. "Thinking it's your fault, its not." Roxas said, his usual mask of anger ebbing into a face of sympathy and understanding. I hated it when people got into my business where they don't belong, no matter what the reason. "It is and there's no one in this world that saw him die, only me. So I'm the killer." I replied darkly, masking all my feelings with a mask of indifference. "That shouldn't be how it works. You know that you're not the killer." Roxas said, and then more quietly he said. " I know if my brother Sora died I wouldn't be able to function. I know anything can happen but don't blame yourself for what could not be prevented." Roxas puts a hand on my shoulder to comfort me, but I shove it off, biting my cheek to suppress my raging anger. To suppress my anger even more I bite my cheek harder and through clenched teeth I retort, " You don't know the agonizing pain of living WITHOUT your brother! The person you shared your inner most secrets, the person who knew when you were hurting and knew the right words to cheer you up, when you cried they cried with you-" by this time I was yelling I was so frustrated. " You know nothing of what its like to LOSE your other half, the LIGHT of your world and the one you need most when their GONE!" By this time my cheek was bleeding, tears of anger were flowing down my face, and the doctor ran into the room probably hearing my angry rant. "Roxas, leave him. I'll handle this. Axel needs you in his room." The doctor demanded, Roxas grumbling something unintelligent under his breath when Axel's name was mentioned. Roxas closes the door silently behind him, and the doctor just stands there silently. I put my hands to my temples rubbing them gently to cool myself down.

After about 10 minutes of simple silence, the doctor spoke, " Zexion, your mother is here to-" "No." I cut in, looking seriously into the doctor's calm eyes; he nods and walks out of the room. But, the doctor is pushed away from the door and out of the room by a hand covered with ghost white skin. Entering the room came my cunt mother herself, closing and locking the door behind her. "We need to talk."

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Sorry, it wasn't that long and I did a lot of revising Zexion's little memory insert. Thanks for reading!! Please Review! It will really help me! Chappie 3 should be out soon…but my typing skills suck! LOL!