Good Question: Revised Friday, August 22nd, 2008. And continue Feb. 12th 2010.

Disclaimer: At the moment I have NOT played past KH2. I know the new game is out for the DS, but alas, I do not own a DS.

Chapter 1: Minor Complications

He was young, smart, drop dead (with a bullet in your heart), gorgeous, the type of man that shows up in your dreams and his stamina is endless, even if you weren't sleeping. Yes, he was just that good looking, in the 'I will set you on fire' kind of way, sexually speaking of course. Oh he was such sexual chocolate. Not to say he was perfect, even he had his flaws. He had no musical talents whatsoever and a music taste to match. The moment Pandora opened her box must've sounded much more pleasant than his musical preferences. Tho', he did have long legs, very long legs, that looked masculine while having an unfair feline grace to them. He was on the track team and had been captain for the past four years, this being his last year. He was perfect. Well, almost. There was one minor bothersome detail.

He was as straight as he was gay.

Minor problem. Will be overlooked.

Rewind the story.

A young boy, with the mood of a man with dysentery, sat in the back of his aunt's van, his arms crossed and bright blue eyes hidden behind an angry squint. His parent's had begged for a relief from his 'antics' and thus he had been dropped into the care of his loving aunt, who of course, did not mind this 'could've told me a month ago instead of two days before' change in her life plans. When the boy had first heard that he was moving, he had almost thrown a fit. Just almost, he felt he had matured at least to the point where he could still comfortably enjoy the company of a select few stuffed animals but still above that kind of behavior. His parents, had sent him off with his aunt, of course thinking that the sooner he got to his new school and life and out of their hair, the better. Luckily he would only have to attend his new school for around a month before winter vacation hit in and he would have some time to get used to the new changes in his personal time.

His father had received a promotion and the entire family would've been relocated to Hollow Bastion, which resided on the other side of the entire continent but was in dire need of help, a recent unexplained earthquake had caused quite the uproar and general social upheaval. It would've been an added bonus that despite the poor conditions his father's new job would pay extremely well. At the first mention of moving however, Roxas had immediately raised a protest, in fact, if his parents hadn't outmaneuvered him he might've started a real one. There was no way that he was moving all the way out to Hollow Bastion, especially if the living conditions were to be so third rate, not that he meant to be spoiled. So, as a compromise to try and soothe over the drama they had agreed to let Roxas stay with his aunt in Twilight Town. Twilight Town wasn't the biggest city, but it was still better than Hollow Bastion, which would be undergoing reconstruction for quite some time.

"So…" he began, picking at the parking sticker at the back of van window, "why am I moving again?" His aunt sighed in the front seat, her manicured hands gripping the steering wheel almost as if it was going to pop off and leave the car straight out the window if she didn't. "We've gone over this so many times Roxas, 10, if not 30 times. I'm going to give the same explanation your parents gave you, they sent it to me on such pretty stationary. I'm not going to be any more insightful to you than your parents were."

Roxas grumbled something but decided to drop the subject and expressed this by slouching further into the back seat. Now, Roxas didn't really have that much of a problem moving away from Destiny Island itself, he was a growing boy and needed more romping room, the island had ceased to assume him quite some time back. The only thing that really set him on edge was that he was leaving his boyfriend, of two years, behind, and that thought wasn't comforting in the least, in fact, it was upsetting. "Maybe not," Roxas muttered as an after thought as he touched the loving, purple bruise on his thigh that his boyfriend had gifted him with before they had separated ways. In his boredom Roxas picked up the small, neatly packaged and folded brochure his parents had given him. It was mainly about the size of the school, the type of environment he would be attending, small facts about the town to help him familiarize, a boring brochure actually, in fact, the people posing for the pictures in the brochure looked just as boring. Then again, it couldn't be worse than Destiny Island.

His frown deepened as he tried to slouch further back into the seat, coming to the horrifying realization that if he tried to squish back any further he might attach himself to foreign objects lingering in the seat crevices. He turned his head back to glare at the seat as his hair got caught in a fold of a box. Roxas didn't notice until he had fully turned his head, a few strands of bright blond hair ripping out of his scalp. His eyes widened and narrowed just as quickly as a few curse words began to form on his lips, which he immediately swallowed as his aunt slammed onto the breaks in the middle of a busy highway. "Honestly!" she huffed, "what has she been doing with you?" his aunt sighed as she smiled with her frightening charm and waved cheerful apologies to the angry people behind them. Roxas glared at the fake, curly, brown head of hair and touched a finger to his scalp, almost massaging his head. Aunt Tina, she was easy to get along with as long as her mood was in the right order but god forbid something was a little out of line, even if she did have a natural 'talent' with kids. She was ambitious and a lot of the time a little bit overly caring in his opinion, another thing he added to his mental list of 'things that will suck and I need to be angry about'.

"Soooo," Tina said, drawing out the 'o' in the most cheerful way she could, "what do you think of your new school?" she asked, staring at Roxas through the rear-view mirror, her eyes never leaving his, which was awkward enough for him but he went ahead and assumed it wasn't exactly a safe driving idea either. He picked up the brochure again thumbed through it. "The principal looks like he could feed all of Africa, the school uniforms are like the McDonalds mafia created them, and their clubs are severely lacking in variety."

Tina laughed and sighed, "Oh Roxas. You'll be glad to know then that the particular brochure you are holding is a left over from my golden days at Twilight High. I assure you, things have changed quite a bit since I was there." Now this was news to Roxas, while he loved his aunt (despite their personality differences), he didn't really care about his new school and therefore had never seen a point in wasting his precious free hours finding out useless information about the school or the town. "You went to Twilight High?"

"Yes, long ago."

"I figured."

Tina slammed her foot onto the breaks once more and turned back to glare at Roxas, a strained smile placed on her red colored lips. "Were you saying something Roxas?"

"Nope. I was just thinking you looked particularly young with that new haircut," he said and breathed a sigh of relief as his aunt proceeded to drive normally once more, waving a set of 'oops, I stepped on the brake again' apologies to her fellow drivers. His eyes drifted away from his aunt's driving and back out the window, he wasn't exactly sure how he was going to handle his new life.

It was the first day of school and he had yet to be impressed, in fact, he was almost ready to spend the entire day in the bathroom reading stall graffiti because it seemed more entertaining. Roxas glanced at himself in the mirror and tugged at his orderly hair back into the spikes he naturally had. His mother, dear woman, had insisted that he try and make a good impression on the school and had ordered his Aunt to dress his up nice for it. His aunt hadn't been joking about the changes, the once public school had turned private, slapping the name Academy up to make themselves seem more prestigious, Roxas couldn't understand the different. There were still uniforms, same classes, same people, same boring everything, other than personal funding. Wouldn't it have been easier to stay a public school?

His uniform was an ugly tint of lemon yellow around the edges and his sleeves, the tie he had been forced to put on was a thankfully neutral color, but it clashed horribly with the suit, and therefore, fashion conscious Roxas had to ditch it. Somewhere far off from his list of priorities, the bell rang, signaling the end of their 3rd class of the day. He kicked the bathroom wall lightly with his polished black shoes with a gruff sigh, and headed out of the bathroom.

BAM!

That's when he met Demyx.

Roxas blinked, and gently opened his eyes, wondering who he had collided with, and why. It was a boy with a peculiar hair cut that seemed way out of it's time period, mullet like. He also had a blinding grin from ear to ear, and looked as if he was ready to spring on you any second that you weren't fully on your guard. The type of person that stole socks, just because he could.

"New?"

Roxas blinked at the boy he had collided into and nodded.

"Band perhaps?"

"Yes."

"Instrument?"

"Clarinet."

"Gay?"

"Flaming."

And thus, a close friendship was born. Roxas's outlook on the next few years that he might be stuck there changed completely. After a few brief introductions and sensual dusting, they were already getting along fantabulously. Demyx had live in Twilight Town his entire life and therefore was an advantageous friend for Roxas to make. If he had been left all on his own he probably wouldn't have been able to explore his surroundings further than the closest coffee shop and the fastest route to and from school. Demyx, was the decent sort, and a year older than Roxas, but still a junior, friendly, stubbornly sensitive, when he wasn't trying to act tough. He usually had a lot to say, his mind was constantly filled with new ideas and frequently stopped a thought to switch to a more interesting one, and he was hyperactive to the point where Roxas had begun to harbor a small fear of sweets. Demyx had a habit of being extremely blunt, but, contrary to the popular belief, was very perceptive. Only one person was known around the school to have been able to 'tame' any part of Demyx.

Zexion.

Zexion, a senior, had the ability to turn Demyx into a tepid puddle of adoration whenever he came around, a welcome relief to most. Zexion was the second person that Roxas had the pleasure to meet, but their introduction was significantly less creative. And as Roxas would learn over the course of the next week or so, they both liked early mornings.

"SO…." Demyx said mysteriously as he seated himself across Roxas, who glanced at him from his morning coffee.

"Mrmpf…"

Demyx laughed and tore apart his chocolate chip muffin, making a small stack of all the chocolate chips before eating them. "You looking?"

"For?" was his unenthusiastic response.

"A significant other, lover, or boyfriend," Demyx explained as he bit off the top of the muffin.

"No."

Roxas thought back to the short, sand blond hair, and the bright blue eyes he had left at home. The mischievous grin and the bone breaking hugs that left him crippled for weeks. The small words that made him cringe and hate at the same time it made him fall helplessly into a pile of goo, the distance between him and….

"Actually, yes."

"Most of the woodwinds are gay."
"Most of the woodwinds are female," Roxas pointed out.

"Not important."

Roxas rolled his eyes and took another deep sip of his addiction, and that's when he saw him. There. The glorious physical manifestation of all of Roxa's wet dreams. A glorious, red headed, manifestation to boot. He had the most vibrant green eyes he had ever seen. Every ounce of him screamed confidence and pride in himself, weaknesses, and strengths. Roxas touched his tongue to his lips as he watched the boy move past people towards the lunch line to grab breakfast. A disgustingly fatty breakfast, Roxas noted. Then again, he looked like he needed the weight.

"Roxas, you're drooling," a new voice behind him said.

Ah, Zexion, the voice of reason and a frightening puppeteer among friends, actually, the puppeteer amongst everyone. Quiet, insightful, with an unhealthy addiction to mints. "Here." Zexion's stoic voice brought Roxas back as he took the napkin he had been handed.

"Axel's straight you know," Zexion pointed out.

"Minor problems. Can be over looked," Roxas muttered, captivated as a crowd of girls followed behind Axel.