A/N: My second Kingdom Hearts/Sekirei Short Story. Well, not so much with the Srkirei part, its just dealing with Roxas in general as a child. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this one too! And remember, "May your Waifus always bestow upon your heart."

Bye~ !

"Get the hell outta here!"

A boy was kicked out of a restaurant and out on the cold streets of Hokkaido. It was drizzling rain and it was midnight. The little boy picks himself back up and attempts to enter the restaurant once more, but then again, he was kicked out. This time it was a foot to the chest, sending the boy flying.

"What part of no freeloaders don't you understand kid?! Stay out of my restaurant before I call the cops!" The restaurant owner threatened.

The boy was in pain, and was struggling to speak. "Pl...please...just a loaf of br-bread will...g-get me by.."

With all of the strength he had left, he charges at the man's leg and grips on tight, pleading for food.

"Get the hell off of me, you damn brat!"

The restaurant owner started punching the boy in the head, but he held on. Taking blow by blow, being pummeled constantly. A small trail of blood seeped out of the boy's forehead. The owner fell down to the ground once his balance was lost, and with force, he kicks the boy as hard as he could on his face. He quickly got up and ran back inside his restaurant.

The boy was out of strength, and couldn't move as much. Breath by breath he had little air filling up his lungs.

'Is this really it? Is this how I going to end up? Dead on a sidewalk..?' The boy thought to himself.

His body felt very weak, and was trying his best to stand back up, but could only be up on his knees. His ribs felt like they are about to crack, his temples kept throbbing in pain from all the punches he took, and his chest was the worst pain of all, after taking the owners heavy boot to it.

'Forget it...it isn't worth it...' The boy finally managed to get on his feet, but struggled. He was shaking like an elder without a walking cane, an kept moving forward. After three slow steps, the boy heard, "Take it, you streetpunk!"

He turns around and receives a large bag to the face. He catches it with his hands and looked at the clear bag, with was filled with a dozen of breadsticks.

"Now get away from my restaurant! This is the last time I'm giving you food for free!" The restaurant owner slams his door and the 'Open' neon sign turned off.

The boy had a short smile on his face and limped away. 'I need somewhere to sit down to eat this.'

The rain continues to get harder and harder every minute. The boy was limping really quickly, finding some shelter to eat the food. He was frantically looking around, and finally, he sees a gazebo at the nearby park.

With the rain at its maximum peak, the boy started to run at the gazebo. His feet and legs were crying in pain, but he was enduring it. It was hurting like hell for him, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted to save the food that was given to him and does not want it to go to waste.

Once he finally reaches the gazebo, he leaps inside of it just after the rain was pouring harder than ever. The boy was out of breath and was panting heavily on the smooth concrete floor.

'I managed to make it in time..' He thought. He sat up, with his body hurting all over, he only ignored it.

He looks at the park. Rain was pouring everywhere, but it looked nice. The nearby light pole illuminating next to a cherry blossom tree. The boy was admiring it, how pretty it looked, but then he remembered he had food to eat.

He opens up the plastic bag and reaches down for a piece of breadstick. He takes a bite of and eats it thoroughly. It was little bit soggy on the outside of the breadstick due to the rain, but it was crisp and warm on the inside of it. The boy enjoyed the breadstick and devours it down.

"I haven't had anything this good in over two days. Well, it beats old hamburgers from a garbage can!" The boy happily said to himself.

He downs two more breadsticks and decides to save the rest for later. He encloses the plastic bag and places it down on the bench.

As the boy was gazing at the rain, he saw a glimpse of a woman, walking on the park trail without an umbrella.

'Why is she outside in the rain?' He wondered. 'She'll catch a cold if she doesn't have an umbrella..'

He stood up and cups his hands around his mouth. "Um, excuse me! I think you should come over here where it is dry! You don't wanna get sick do ya?" The shouted because of the heavy rain.

The woman stopped in place and looks over at the boy's direction. 'Now she's standing in the rain? What is wrong with her..?' The boy said in his head.

But something was off about that woman. The boy might think it is crazy, but he feels like he knows this woman from somewhere.

He squints his eyes to get a better look, and can see the woman smiling. "Wh...what the heck..." He stuttered.

He rubs his eyes and blinks twice. Getting a better view at the woman, the boy gasped, and whispered, M-M-Mom?"

Apparently it appears to be the boy's mother; that mother was Yume. She had the same exact short brown hair with a long, skinny ponytail that reaches down to her shins behind her head, and matching brown eyes. She was covered in a white, bloody, summer dress outfit, the same outfit that Yume was accidentally killed in.

Yume continues to smile at the her son, who was feeling a bit shaky about what he is seeing. Yume stuck her hand out, meaning for her son to come towards her direction.

Without thinking, the boy ran out in the rain, calling out for his mom. As the boy got closer to Yume, she opens both of her arms, offering a hug to her son.

"Mom!" He shouted again.

In the boy's mind, everything was slow and bright. He sees the warm smile across her face and her gleaming pretty eyes. Just when things turned to the worst.

As the boy attempted his so called mother, the apparition of Yume dissipated just when he went for the hug. The boy came crashing down like a ton of bricks on the soaked grass and just lies there for a few seconds. He looks at his shivering hands, and starts to slowly ball it into fists, then softly cries to himself. It was only his imagination.

"I knew I was seeing things. It is impossible that that was my mom...I watched her die.."

The boy was wiping his tears away and stood up, walking back to the gazebo.

"Even if it was my mom, she would've never come to see me anyway. She only saw me as a stupid little brat that likes to cause mischief in our lives.."

As he sat down on the bench, he continued on rambling to himself; he was saying how much of a waste of space he was and saying he was a mistake. It made him tear up again, but for some reason, he continues to smile.

"This was bound to happen one day...I will be alone forever.." His last words made him curl up into a ball, resting his head on his forearms, silently wept in sorrow. Tears continued to drip down his cheeks as he was wiping them away. The thunder road loudly, as lighting started making cracking noises from a distance. "Maybe it's better for the world if I just die..." He whimpered.

As the boy continued weeping to himself, he hears an unfamiliar chuckle. He stops crying and looks around his surroundings. He was feeling perplexed. He could've sworn he heard someone laugh.

"Is anyone there?" The boy spoke up. He waited a few seconds and no one responded.

Again, he spoke up loudly, "If someone is there, then please, say something!" The lighting roared three times, and the flash was brighter than ever. The boy flinched at the roaring screams of lightning. He rubbed his eyes and his vision readjusted to the dark night, but saw something at the corner of his eye.

From afar, he spotted a shadowy figure leaning against a tree. The figure had its arms crossed and the only visible thing about it was its eyes. The figure's eyes had bright, glowing purple eyes, and it looked very intimidating to the boy.

He felt frightened. His whole body was starting to hake and his legs felt weak. He wanted to run away from the mysterious figure, but he was to scared to move. Nonetheless, he just stood there.

"St-stay away.." He stuttered. The figure responded with a malicious smile.

Once again, the thunder roared and everything went blank for the boy. The next thing was that the figure was gone. The boy was confused.

"What is wrong with me?" The boy questioned himself. He felt like he was going crazy. First he sees a ghost of his mother, and now he is seeing unknown figures with malevolent eyes that was glued onto him.

"I must be tired...yeah that's it..I must seeing things. I think I should just sleep the night off for now.." He concluded. The boy takes three steps back and bumps into something behind him and turns around.

"But you are not seeing things, little one.."

He saw a pair of the same eyes that was death staring him, and the boy lets out a loud yelp, causing the boy to fall over. He quickly crawls away from the figure, who started laughing quietly.

"Keke...feeling a little jumpy there kid?" The figure spoke.

"Wh-whaa?" The boy mumbled. He squints to get a better look at the figure. The figure moves up more into the light, finally revealing his face. He grabs the boy by the collar and tugged him up.

"Get up. You look pathetic.." He insulted.

"W-who are you and what do you want?" The boy asked in fright.

The unknown man smiled, revealing his sharp fangs. "Who am I? That's mean...have your despicable little brain forgotten who I am?"

The figure pushed the boy back, making him fall down again. The boy grunted and rubbed his head in pain.

"It's sad, really. I feel so offended...That is a real shame, Roxas.." The figure said.

Roxas widens his eyes. He just heard a unknown that he has never seen before say his name. 'That was my name...how does he know my name..?' Roxas thought.

He bit his lip, too afraid to speak. "Just who...no..just what the hell are you!?" Roxas shouted.

The figure walked up to the scared child, and crouches in front of him. He maneuvers his dark hair out of his face, getting a closer look at him.

Roxas was speechless, he looks exactly like him. The face, the nose, the lips. The everything, excluding the eyes. His pupils were sharp, as of he was some sort of demon. Apart from that, they're identical twins. Though the dark haired one looks a little bit older, like he is about eighteen to nineteen years of age. The older version of Roxas closed his eyes and smiles, then said,

"...I'm you.."