The police knocked, again and again, on the red door, they wanted someone to answer quickly while the blond boy they accompanied hoped it to go unanswered. Roxas shifted his weight from one worn out sneaker to the other, the long ride there was filled with nothing but silence from the two weirdos in front of him. His young heart jumped as the door finally opened, curiosity peeked but the weirdos blocked his vision of the person who stood in the doorway.

Was it his father?

No, of course not.

"Hello?"

"Hello ma'am," Roxas rolled his blue eyes while the cops introduced themselves, of course his father had a chick in his life, and obviously she would be the one to answer the door instead of him. He probably wasn't even there... "Roxas was recently picked up for attempted petty larceny, but" the cop physically pulled the teen into the conversation. "In light of recent events, the store owner has agreed to drop the charges."

Roxas slinked the hand off his shoulder like it was diseased, and then he got a glimpse of his father's piece. She was pale, long dark hair, and big brown eyes, the complete opposite of his mother... Something else she had that his mother didn't was a big ol' diamond on her finger.

"Roxas!" She swept the teen up in a hug, said teen kept his hands at his sides, he didn't know this woman in the slightest. Quickly she took a step back, releasing him, "I'm sorry-" she paused, "You're room is back there, it was last minute-" she cut herself off again, "You'll be sharing a room with your brother."

Without another word, the blond walked through the home that was not his home, walking through an ill-lit living room full of dark furniture and picture frames. They continued to talk in the door way, and Roxas took the chance to look at the people in the pictures. There were pictures of a brown haired boy, from tiny to teenager, and another boy in a few of the pictures had blond hair like Roxas, but there wasn't many photos and they stopped while he was still tiny. No photos of any adults though, no helpful.

As he began his travels back to the room that was pointed out as partially his, he was interrupted. "Take your time..." The woman sat on one of that chairs, watching the blond. "I wasn't trying to rush you to your room, just thought you might have wanted to hide away."

"What's there left to hide from?" his voice was quiet, he turned his back to her and began looking at the photos again.

Out of his pocket he pulled the one photo he ever had, creased down the middle, but it still didn't touch her smile,. He'd have loved a home with photos of smiling faces, it was too late for that.

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First chapter/ short intro

There will be more to the CB series, this is not it. Next CB will be called Candles.

I'm trying to do this story right, if at all possible.

3/19/19