A/N: okay so I know that this chapter isn't very long, but I am trying my best! My first thought when I was writing this was- 'hmm… what would Roxas do?'

And that is my philosophy

Anyway… enjoy!

DISCLMAIER: yadah yadah the usual… I do not own Kingdom Hearts OR the U-Haul company.

Chapter 2: Moving Day

I woke to sunlight bright on my eyelids. What WAS that last night? It was so much different from the other times that I had that dream. It felt so real… I could have sworn that I was talking to a real person and not my sub-conscious.

Geez now I even SOUNDED crazy.

I got up out of my warm bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was tallish I guess. I had weird blonde hair that stuck up to one side, and I could never seem to flatten it down. I had blue eyes- go figure- and eyelashes that were so feminine it was almost embarrassing.

Sigh… time to get dressed.

I threw on a black t-shirt with a crown printed on the front (one of my favorites), and a black and white checkered sweatshirt. I whipped some khaki pants out of my closet and my favorite pair of tennies.

I returned to the mirror and did a 360 spin… I guess I looked fine- I had no one to impress anyway, I was just moving all of my stuff.

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You never notice how much crap you have until you have to move it all.

I spent what seemed like decades filling the U-Haul with various items that I wonder why I even keep.

I had all of the major furniture loaded already, and the small stuff was the pain. But, I unearthed a few childhood treasures while packing my things- e.g. my stuffed teddy bear whom I named Mr. Fluffles… but maybe that wasn't the best example. Truth be told, when I first uncovered him he scared the CRAP outta me. He was missing an eye and had patches of fur missing- and there were gross, moldy stains on his hindquarters (God knows what my naïve five year old mind did to him), and had patches sewn all over. Was this the bear that I had once loved?

I tossed the last garbage bag of my crap onto the U-Haul and went to help my mom.

"Hey mom. Need some help?" I said as I watched her struggle with a heavy box.

"Oh Roxas- I'm glad you're here. Can you give me a hand?"

"Of course." I walked over and lifted two corners of the box while she took the other two. We hoisted the box up onto the truck with a grunt… and then I stepped back to look at it all. That was the last box.

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It was a pretty quiet ride there. But that was okay, I was too busy sinking into my own thoughts to notice. The only reason we HAD to move was because of my stupid dad. He had a serious drinking problem, and tended to act violently when he was drunk. My mom and I were moving for our own safety… where my dad could never find us. We moved out of the state… got new cellphone numbers… transferred all of our money to a different bank… and did all we could to protect our location.

I was just praying that my dad wouldn't find us.

A/N: so what do you think? Coming along okay so far? Please review- honest opinion!