To Be Someone Without No One

By Sailor Fantasy

Disclaimer: Don't Own. Don't Sue.

Summary: AU. No spoilers. In a world full of people, it is sometimes hard to find that one someone who you can depend on and honestly call your soulmate. It's even harder to find that person who can complete you. YAOI/SLASH. RikuxSora, AxelxRoxas, LeonxCloud.

Pairings: Riku x Sora, Axel x Roxas, Leon x Cloud.

Author's Notes: A last minute idea that popped up and I couldn't stop writing. I'm rather impressed and intrigued by it, and I hope you are too. Don't forget to review!

There was silence for a moment, and quite suddenly, Roxas felt as if he couldn't breathe anymore…which was odd, since he had been screaming his throat raw a minute before. His face paled incredibly, and his skin soon became damp with sweat. Within minutes Roxas developed a fever, and was knocked unconscious when Axel shoved a pill into his mouth. The pill would last probably just for that night, and Roxas would wake up unreasonably early feeling drowsy and not remembering a thing, just like he normally did.

When he had shoved that pill in, Axel knew he shouldn't have panicked or felt as nervous as he did. He should have been used to this already--the night terrors, the nightmares, the screaming, the fever—the entire routine was a norm for his best friend. It happened at least once every month. However, this odd behavior was becoming far too frequent, and Axel had an idea as to why. And it worried him.

Roxas had always been a sickly boy. There was no doubt about that. Ever since they were young, living and growing up in the orphanage, Roxas had forever been a pale, frail child. It was Axel who always had to protect him from the older and bigger boys who tended to prey on the weak. His love for the boy stemmed from the first time he had ever seen Roxas—sitting alone in the orphanage's library, curled up with tears pouring down his pastel cheeks. It had been past midnight and Axel had been out of bed to get a snack. The dimmed lights on the ceiling played on Roxas' pale skin, making it glow somewhat. Roxas that night had looked like a fallen angel, with those glistening wet pearls sitting on his eyelashes. It had hurt Axel, to see such a pretty creature looking hurt like that. When Axel had asked why Roxas was crying, Roxas answered that he had no friends and that he was alone. And that he'd always be alone because he could never feel complete.

Axel, who had been looking for a partner in crime anyway, asked the fallen angel if he wanted to be his friend. The boy immediately agreed, and they had been linked ever since.

Roxas' sickness, Axel later learned, was not physical, but completely mental. The psychologists provided by the head of the orphanage, Cid Macintosh, reported that Roxas was too dependent on Axel to be called mentally stable. They suggested separating Axel and Roxas for a while, but both parties involved had refused adamantly and even Cid was hesitant to agree to such harsh requirements. So the psychologists backed off, handing the blonde 'problem child' to an exceptionally young psychiatrist named Dr. Squall (who made them call him Leon) who prescribed him special medicine that helped with the night terrors and fevers. How Leon had found such an easy answer to such a complex issue in such a short amount of time, Axel had no clue. But he knew one thing: he was extremely grateful to the slightly older, quiet brunette for everything he had done thus far, and for all future things Dr. Squall planned to do.

Sometimes, it was hard to deal with Roxas—he needed a lot of attention, and if he didn't get it, he'd retreat back into his hard shell. And that was always the last thing Axel wanted, since it always took more than a week just to get Roxas back out of his shell. Leon didn't have much of a problem with giving all the attention in the world—it was his job, after all, and he enjoyed the blonde's company. Roxas' innocence and surprising witty and smart remarks drew the two close, and for a while, Axel was a bit jealous at their special relationship. But he soon got over it when he found out that Leon was already involved with someone—a young man named Cloud Strife, who was just as reserved as his counterpart. Axel had been a bit shocked when he had found out the two men were together together—he had always believed that male-male relationships were a bit taboo, or at least that was what he grew up learning from the other boys at the orphanage. But oddly enough, Axel felt comfortable with the relationship, and so did Roxas, and that was all that mattered. And even though Axel knew that Roxas loved Leon as much as he loved Axel, Axel found that that was okay, too.

However, just because their relationship was close didn't mean that Leon didn't have his own troubles with the blonde. Roxas had amnesia and could not remember any of his past. That was the way the orphanage had found him and a group of other children in a science laboratory in Japan…. None of them had a clue of why they were there or how they had gotten there in the first place. There was no evidence of who they were or who they used to be, where they came from or even who their parents were. All they could remember were their first names and how old they were.

Regardless of the complete lack of information, the orphanage took them in blindly, much like good Samaritans. However, Axel had his suspicions that Cid and the rest of the staff knew more than they were letting on. They denied those doubts far too quickly for Axel's tastes, and only drove Axel to learn more about the incident and everything involving Roxas.

So when Axel looked up Roxas' files (well, hacked into them more like) on the orphanage's database out of curiosity one night, he stumbled upon a most interesting find. And it was at that moment Axel realized that this information led to the real reason of Roxas' sickness— why Roxas constantly felt lonely and lost all the time. Why he felt so incomplete.

Roxas had a twin brother.

Sora sometimes wondered why he even bothered getting up in the morning.

Life was hard enough as it was with 17 years over his head. Why did he bother living anymore than he had to?

Sighing, Sora put his head down onto the desk and focused his bright blue eyes on the window. He had detention again today for not doing his homework. He hated school and everything it stood for.

"Sora Kitizawa," the teacher drawled, causing Sora to cringe. "I do believe we have back bones for a reason. Posture, posture." The class chuckled and Sora groaned, lifting his head from the desk.

God, Ms. Jezebel Maleficent could be such a bitch sometimes.

"Good, good," she continued, her black-covered lips smirking at her least favorite student. She gained great pleasure from torturing Sora—he never paid attention in class and rarely did his homework. How a dunce like him got into her prestigious school befuddled Maleficent, but she was going to make sure she gave him hell before he graduated—if he graduated, of course. "Now, answer me this, my clearly challenged student—who is the current head of development of cloning development and stem cell for IAMME laboratory?"

Sora racked his brain—he had heard this somewhere before. His mind tumbling, Sora blurted "Ansem Jackson?"

Maleficent's thin eyebrows raised in surprise, evidently shocked that he had gotten the answer correct. Sora mentally patted himself on the shoulder for somewhat paying attention during the morning news. "Correct," she clipped, before continuing in whatever she had been saying before to the rest of the class. "Ansem Jackson is currently our leader in both cloning development and stem cell research. He is also the father identical and fraternal twin research, which is in much comparison to his cloning project. Ansem is seen as both a hero and villain in the science world. In the past, about 12 years ago, Ansem conducted an experiment with identical twins, fraternal twins, and triplets that proved to be disastrous and left an estimated 20 children homeless and without a clue of who they were…"

Sora tuned Maleficent out in favor for the note that had just been thrown on his desk. Sora, smirking, opened it and glanced to the right of him. Beside him, Riku winked.

"Read it," he mouthed to Sora. Sora looked down at the note.

'Twins, huh? Looks like Maleficent is lacking those in the chest department, don't you think?'

Sora snorted, trying to contain his laughter. He quickly responded with 'Why Riku-darling, I didn't know you noticed. Should I be jealous?'

He flicked the note to Riku's desk, who immediately opened and read it. An amused smirk appeared on his lips as he wrote back and tossed the note back onto Sora's desk. Sora opened it and read: 'Only if you think I'm into pale, sadistic Marilyn Manson clones.'

Sora couldn't help it—he let out a quiet chuckle. He scribbled 'I guess that's a yes, then.'

Sora flipped the note from his desk and right into Maleficent's waiting hand. Sora, gulping, looked up at Maleficent's debasing stare. She held up the note, the classroom's lights glinting off her magenta nail polish. "Is this why you're failing my class, Mr. Kitizawa?"

Sora didn't say not one word; he pursed his lips together and stared at Maleficent. From the corner of his eye, he could see Riku also glaring at Maleficent. A vicious smirk ruptured across Maleficent's pale face before she opened the note and began looking it over. The smirk quickly became a scowl as her eyes traveled down the note, and Sora couldn't help but feel a bit of pleasure from Maleficent's darkening facial expressions.

"So," she finally said, looking now at both Sora and Riku, her eyes traveling from one boy to the next. "So, you were in this also, Mr. Ren?"

Riku crossed his arms and looked defiantly at her. "Yeah."

"I would've thought you better than this, Mr. Ren, you being my star student," Maleficent said quietly, her tone dangerous. "I would have expected you to be a role model for the rest of the class instead of being just a worthless gutter worm, like your friend here."

Riku shrugged, his eyes glinting treacherously at the insult. "I think I would rather be a gutter worm," he began, his voice rumbling, "than a lonely old hag who has nothing else better to do but to give kids who actually have lives hell."

Maleficent's lip gave a twitch before Riku went crashing to the floor. Sora immediately rushed from his seat and to his friend's aid, keeping a wary eye on Maleficent the entire time. She dared not do any more magic—not when enough damage was already done.

"Both of you," she hissed, her face paler than usual and her pupils tiny. She was furious. "Out of my classroom—out of my school, right now, this instant."

Hastily, both of them scrambled up from the floor and ran to the door, Riku's hand over his a gash on his side. He had gotten it from the metal chair that had fallen on him. Sora held onto Riku's other hand as they sprinted out of the school and onto the grass.

Sora couldn't help but wonder where he and Riku were running. But then hefound that he didn't care as long as he didn't have to return.

End Chapter 1

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