Disclaimer: I do NOT in any way, shape, or form own KH, FF, or any of its characters. Just the plot. I also own none of the songs mentioned in this fic, they belong to their respective writers.
Author's Note: Sorry for the wait guys! (and girls hehehe) Sorry if you don't like this chappie…I know I don't…but this was 4 pages in my notebook, so yeah…but onto the story!
No one knows what it's like…to be the bad man,
To be the sad man,
Behind blue eyes…
And no one knows what it's like, to be hated,
To be fated, to telling only lies,
But my dreams, they aren't as empty,
As my conscience seems to be…
I have hours, only lonely,
My love is vengeance,
That's never free…
No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings,
Like I do…and I blame you,
No one bites back as hard, on their anger,
None of my pain and woe, can show through,
But my dreams, they aren't as empty,
As my conscience seems to be…
I have hours, only lonely,
My love is vengeance,
That's never free…
(Discover…)
I, ah, I, ah, I, I
I, I, I, I, ah uh I, I
(8X)
No one knows what it's like to be mistreated,
To be defeated,
Behind blue eyes…
And no one knows how to say that they're sorry,
And don't worry,
I'm not telling lies…
But my dreams, they aren't as empty,
As my conscience seems to be…
I have hours, only lonely,
My love is vengeance,
That's never free…
No one knows what it's like…to be the bad man,
To be the sad man,
Behind blue eyes…
-Behind Blues Eyes: Limp Bizkit (originally by The Who)
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-10 years later-
*Roxas' POV*
I awoke from my rare sleep. Thankfully, it had been dreamless. Lately all my thoughts were about him. Had he ever gotten adopted? If so, by whom? Were they treating him well? Where did he live now? Had he changed? Did he forget about me, and get new friends? Had he found a significant other, that he had already given his heart to? Had he forgotten my promise to find him again one day?
I was an emotional wreck. I had shut myself, and my heart, up behind huge internal walls. After leaving California and moving to Berlin, Germany (yes, I speak German) 10 years ago, I had made no attempt at making new friends. Why would I? Sora was all I had needed, and ever would need. No one could ever make me feel like Sora had. Well, maybe they could, I've never given any of them the slightest of chances. But I don't want to risk getting attached to someone, and then having to leave. And somehow the thought of getting a new friend to replace Sora made me sick to the pit of my stomach.
Pushing these thoughts aside and climbing out of bed, I made my way over to my closet. I picked up a grey shirt, with a low stretched neck, that ended a little above my knees. I also picked up a pair of metallic black leggings. And my favorite pair of 2 inch heeled black boots, which ended a little above my ankles. I always wake before my "dad" so I could get ready. It took me an hour to shower, and then I spent the other hour applying my makeup and fixing my hair to perfection. This day, as it were, was no exception. Allow me to elaborate.
I shed my nightclothes and stepped into my already steaming shower. After my hour of relaxation, I stepped out, drying myself thoroughly with a nearby towel. I pulled on aforementioned clothes and went to the mirror to go through my the rest of my morning routine.
I opened my pre-brushing mouthwash poured some into my mouth, swished it around for awhile before spitting it into the sink. Then I brushed my teeth, and did the same with my post-brushing mouthwash. I instinctively curled my lips back over my teeth to examine them. Already knowing they were perfect.
I then went through my daily skincare regimen. I liked having perfectly clean, dirt, oil, and visibly pore-free skin. Now to my favorite part: applying my makeup. I was a makeup fanatic. I applied my foundation primer, liquid foundation (which I also put on my lips), concealer, mascara, and my favorite: eyeliner. I use pencil on my bottom eyelids, and thick lines of liquid eyeliner on the top ones. Occasionally with a flip at the corners.
I then turned on my Lexington ceramic flatiron and began to straighten my poofy bed head. After 25 minutes of straightening my hair, I commenced to spray it with hair spray and tease it. I had always loved the Visual Kei hairstyle, and it made me…well, for lack of a better term, me. My last 20 minutes were up, and at the conclusion of my 2 hour routine, I finished by placing in my many piercings. My snakebites in my bottom lip were first. My angel bites in my top lip second. My septum (or bull nose) third. My bridge, which I placed on the BRIDGE of my nose, hence the name, was fourth. My gages were placed in my ears fifth. My piercing that went on my hip bones sixth. My wrists piercings seventh. My collarbone piercings eighth. And last, but not least, my tongue ring. I guess to immature, ignorant, obsessed with conformity, self-expressionless people, I sort of looked like a pin-cushion. But do I care? Hah, not in the least bit.
Walking into my room to stand in front of my full body mirror, I was pleased with what I saw. I lifted my shirt to look at my almost non-existent stomach. I only weighed 95 pounds. You might think that's sick, but I think I look hot. I use to weigh only 85 pounds, and that was just last year. My arms, thighs, stomach, and calves were all what you'd consider "sickly" skinny. My shoulders, wrists, and fingers were all bony. But I couldn't help it really. On top of being depressed about Sora 24/7, I am a vegan. I also had to take vitamins to keep from becoming malnourished. And not to mention, I was pale. The lack of sun plus me never stepping a foot outside when it was sunny were the main contributors to my lack of pigment. Finished examining myself for the time being, I grabbed my messenger bag, threw it over my shoulder, and made my way out. I made the short trek to the train. I waited, and at the same time it came everyday, it arrived. I stepped on, took my usual seat, and waited to arrive at my stop. When I did, I stepped off. I walked into the pristine building that was my school. I walked down the hall vaguely aware of my surroundings. The day went by relatively quickly. People and sounds a blur around me. I caught a train home to go to bed and do it all over again.