Hello my fellow writers and readers! It's been a while since I last uploaded, but I have returned!

My next chapter is a lot lighter then the heavy one I wrote before, and this will set up Riku's side of things.

Disclaimer: I do not own KH in anyway shape or form, if I did this sort of thing would happen a lot more.

Please do not judge me for any shota related occurrences within this story, I am not a shotacon, and do not approve of that sort of relationship, any shotacon related occurances and relations in my work are for entertainment and fictional purposes only so if you do not like it, I am not forcing you to read my story.

I would also like to give a quick word about a certain character in this chapter, he is given a London accent because I happen to like the accent and find it very cute, and it would suit him in this story (his real voice is cute to XD)

ENOUGH RAMBLING, ON WITH THE YAOI VAN! *cranks the gear to 5 and drives off at the speed of light*

The rich and the poor

Chapter Two

The Rich

On a hill at the top of traverse town, there was a castle, and not just any castle, a castle home to the rich and wealthy monarch that ruled the great lands for many decades, and would do for many more. The current head of the family, King Sephiroth, was a just and wise leader, who regularly strolled the town, searching for ways to help those less fortunate members of his community. His son, prince Riku, was a kind and wise boy who looked up to his dear father in hope that one day he could be a wise and loyal ruler to the kingdom just like he was. Riku as well ventured out of the castle a lot, and although he stuck around the grounds and many gardens he would on some occasions go into the town to help in the schools and work with the children of the town. Unfortunately though, Riku was surrounded by doubt of himself, and could not rid himself of it. Although everyone around him praised him and told him how magnificent in every way shape and form, the feeling that he wasn't good enough surrounded the young prince, and it worried his father greatly.

The young silver haired prince walked gracefully through the proud corridors of the kingdom. His father had once again summoned him.

'Great, what have I done this time' the boy thought, his feet instinctively lead the way, knowing every step of the way. He could of done it with his eyes closed. Servants and maids were running around, performing tasks and quickly running off again. There were two things he noticed. One, all the younger servants were boys, the oldest no than fourteen if he had to guess, it bothered him but it mostly concerned him. The second thing he noticed was that none of the servants or maids ever made eye contact with him, not even if he spoke to them. He understood that he was royalty but it didn't mean that they couldn't at least give him a smile or a pleasant; "Good morning prince Riku" …alright scratch the prince part, he hated being referred to as such, so much so that he personally spoke to all the guards, servants, maids and all the other staff, and made them promise they would never address him as such unless he was with his father. Anyway. Quietly, Riku rounded a corner and continued to walk down the long corridors, he wasn't far away now.

"Excuse me your highness!" a young voice shouted from behind the prince. He suddenly stopped and turned on his heels with a smile on his face. Unfortunately, the smile was replaced with a look of surrprise when a your blonde servant ran into him, knocking them both flying, the mass of steel trays flying all over the place. Riku had held the boy close to him, just to make sure nothing hit him on the way down. The blond servant gripped the princes shirt, eager to protect himself. He had shut his eyes tight as he heard the prince' soft voice.

"Are you alright?" Riku asked softly, slowly prising the boy away from him to get a closer look at him. As he expected, he was no older than twelve, maybe thirteen at a push, his deep blue eyes were something of a beauty though, they could draw anybody in. The boy suddenly realised where he was and snapped out of his thoughts. Quickly, he moved out of the princes hold and stood up bowing.

"A-a thousand apologies your highness…I…I'm so sorry!" The boy repeated his apology twice, which amused Riku, his accent was funny too, he couldn't quite place where but he knew it was from far away. London maybe? Who knew?

"It's quite alright," Riku stated whilst getting up and dusting himself off, "but you really should answer my question. Are you alright?" he asked again, not sternly, but there was an air of seriousness in his voice, which made the child jump again.

"Y…yes your highness…I'm just fine…thank you…" he trailed off and looked away, embarrassed that this had happened in the first place.

Riku immediately lifted the boys chin so that once again he was looking into his deep crystal blue eyes.

"It's rude to look away from someone your talking to" Riku stated smiling, but the boy once again bowed and apologised forcing a light laugh from the prince.

"Please, you don't need to keep apologising ok?"

"O…ok your highness" the boy forced a small smile to his lips.

"Whats your name?" Riku asked and watched the look of shock appear across the blond boys face.

'Has he really never been asked that before?' Riku thought as the boy calmed down from his state of shock.

"R…Roxas your highness" the blond said as he watched the prince smile widely and run a hand through his thick blond hair.

"And where do you come from?" Riku asked, slightly cautious of the question

"Far away your highness, his majesty the king came and chose me personally…I was told it was an honour…but I miss my mum and dad a lot" the boy looked down as if he was ready to cry but Riku forced him to look up and wiped the tears forming away from his eyes.

"I'm sure they miss you too Roxas. It's very nice to meet you, from now on your to call me Riku alright?" Riku' voice was more pleasant now, and Roxas preferred it that way

"Y-yes you highne…I mean…Riku"

With that the two said their goodbyes and parted ways, Riku headed to the throne room, quietly smiling to himself.

Riku approached the big wooden doors of the throne room, seeing to guards standing to attention as he got ever closer. When he had reached the doors, both the guards saluted to him.

"At ease, I'm here to speak with my father…if you would be so kind to let me through now" without a word or hesitation they moved to the sides of the doors, and Riku pushed the doors open to see his farther, the king Sephiroth of Traverse Town awaiting him on the throne. Quickly the teen approached the middle of the room and fell down to one knee in respect.

"You summoned me father?" Riku's tone had become lighter but still serious, as his farther always demanded it be.

"Yes son, I did," the tall man shifted in his position on his seat and motioned for the prince to stand. And so he did "tomorrow is the towns annual anniversary, it is exactly 100 years tomorrow since Traverse Town was founded, and I would like you to accompany me to the event." Riku's jaw almost dropped, his farther never asked him to go anywhere with him, not only was it an honour, but it came as a complete surprise. The prince had only been into the town a few times since his mothers death a few years ago, this was the perfect chance to get things back on track.

'maybe I can finally start making friends again…this is the chance I've been waiting for!'

"You're welcome Riku, but please remember this will be a formal event, so please try your best not to embarrass our family" the king smiled and his son bowed excitedly. He said his goodbyes to his father and ran from the throne room in a hurry.

'Tomorrow is gonna be a big day' he thought as he ran through the corridors.

Thank you for reading, please rate and review my story and give me your opinions, and if it is too hard to imagine Roxas with a London accent then don't, I myself find it highly attractive XD

Bye bye for now *hugs you all*