Note: Sorry this took so long to write, today was the first day my wrist has not hurt so much, plus I was at my friends house all weekend.
Anyway I really hope you like this chapter...Im sorry its not interesting yet XD It will be soon, I pwomise!!
So yea...Enjoy ^_^
Taking a long look into the bathroom mirror, Roxas noted that yes, his eyes were still just as blue as they always have been. A brilliant, deep, ocean kind of blue.
So why were they hinted with a green in his bedroom mirror? Maybe it was just dirty. Yeah, that was it.
"Dad?", Roxas called into the living room, "Dad! Where's the Windex?"
No reply.
'Probably drinking again…Sigh, I guess a green film over my mirror isn't that big of a deal.'
Returning to his room, Roxas realized it was getting late, he should be going to bed soon.
Tomorrow was Tuesday, that meant one thing.
Science test.
'And of COURSE, I just had to miss today's review…'
Laying himself down, he let out a sad sigh. Tomorrow would not be fun. He hated Vexen's class with a passion, almost as much has Vexen hated him.
'Why does he have to call me 'Rockas" anyway? He knows my real name, he used it the first day…'
Roxas closed his eyes, for some reason he couldn't get that image from the mirror out of his head.
Maybe he was seeing things, maybe he should look again.
'Wait…there is no way I could have mistaken that, I was staring at it long enough….'
Even though his mind disagreed, he got up and took a second look.
Blond spiky hair, somewhat round face, the same small nose his dad had, black and white pajamas, everything was still the same. Except…
His eyes were even more green.
They reminded him of that kid at school, with the silver hair. He couldn't remember his name, but he always remembered those eyes.
Those sea green-blue eyes that would stare into your soul, see your true heart, then tear it out in a second.
Those eyes that could convey pure happiness and love, as they did when he was around Sora, or those eyes that could show such hate and such passion for sadism, as they did when he was around anyone but Sora.
How could everything else say the same color, but his eyes change? This couldn't just be a green film…
"Slime? I am NOT covered in green slime…"
"What?" Roxas took a quick startled glance around the room. Alone.
"W-who said that…?"
Maybe he was going crazy.
That night his dreams shook him to the very core of his being.
There he was in a room just like his, only covered in green slime. Almost like ectoplasm, but since Roxas had never seen ectoplasm, he guessed slime was a better word.
Only Roxas was perfectly clean, as was the mirror.
Something else that stuck him as odd was that the mirror 's frame wasn't its 'puke green' color that it was when he fell asleep. It was a flame like red. Looking at the color made Roxas' heart sink.
Well at first it was his heart. Looking down he saw it was his whole body, sinking in slime.
Struggling to get free he remembered that show he watched on discovery channel, about how to survive in the jungle. He never thought he would go to the jungle, but it was good to know.
Mostly he thought about how to get out of quick sand.
The key point of which he remembered was, don't struggle.
So he took a deep breath and let whatever happens, happen.
Soon he sunk past his neck, and the room went completely and utterly, black.
"ROXAS!!" Cloud screamed into Roxas' ear as he shook him with an oddly great force.
Finally coming to, Roxas jumped, then screamed himself, "What are you doing trying to give me a heart attack?!"
Letting out a sigh of relief, Cloud sat on his sons bed in worry, "Its noon. I've been shaking you for five minutes now, I just noticed you overslept."
"NOON!? I missed my science test! Tribal's going to kill me for sure!" Roxas groaned as he fell back into his bed.
Cloud patted his sons' leg, "I called you in sick. You need to stop stressing out so much so I thought…You might like a day off, then I got worried you really were sick because you weren't waking up…"
Roxas didn't look up as he told his father, "I'm not sick, I was having a bad dream…"
Nodding, Cloud agreed, "I hope so, I didn't think you would cry in your sleep for any other reason..."
Cry? He was crying? He did feel empty, and it did feel like he had been crying.
Why? Why have he been crying? The dream?
All he could remember from it was the blackness, the never ending blackness. Was this was absolute despair felt like?
Roxas was glad he got to stay home today, maybe he really was sick…
The rest of the day Roxas lounged on the couch reading "I Want To Be Your Canary", by some Avon guy.
It was his favorite book, he had read it hundreds of times over. He knew every line by heart, yet every time he read it, it was like some new adventure.
He also munched on his favorite food, pickle flavored potato chips, or as he called them, Pickle Chips.
His father Cloud thought these were the most disgusting things on the face of this planet.
Oh well, more for Roxas.
The sun began to set at seven that night, Roxas had finished his book and passed out with it laying on his chest.
His father decided to let him sleep, he looked like he was having a good dream.
Indeed, he was having a good dream; he dreamt he was in his favorite book, that he was Marcus, that he was in love with Cornelia.
Dreams like this brought joy to his otherwise sad life.
He wanted to badly to really be in love, but no one at school really liked him.
So he sought solace in his dreams, where he could love and have it be returned.
Where no one cared if he was popular, they loved him for himself.
Where no one teased and joked because Roxas had never had his first kiss.
Where the tortures of school were escaped and everyone was happy with themselves.
That was how Roxas wished the world was, regardless how corny.
He didn't even care if that meant he would be in love with the daughter of his enemy.
Awaking from his nap at nine that night, Roxas let out a long needed yawn, then headed for the fridge.
Sadly, he devoured all the Pickle Chips a few hours prior.
"Nothing" He stated as he closed the door, "Besides, its bed time."
As he turned toward his room, he saw an empty wine bottle on the ground; while picking it up he saw a few drops on the carpet, then another bottle about ten feet to his left.
He followed the various drops and bottles to his fathers room, picking up three empty bottles on the way and a final one that was laying half drunk in his fathers hand.
His father, asleep and drooling. He was so proud of his gene pool right now.
He let out a sigh, taking the bottle from his fathers hand to return it to the kitchen.
'Why was this stuff so amazing? I wonder…'
Stopping half way there, he looked at the bottle, puzzled.
Until he took a sip.
Then another.
Then a gulp, this one burned his throat.
"Ugh, that's nasty…" He declared, taking another swig.
Finishing the rest of the bottle, Roxas left it on the floor, like his father, then stumbled into his room.
His first taste of alcohol, he was only fifteen, his mother must be ecstatic up in heaven right now.
Falling onto his bed, Roxas slept face down on his bed, no cover on, in the same clothes he wore all day.
That night, his dreams let him be alone for once, to think about what he did.
The morning came with a headache and regret, Roxas guessed this was how every morning his father went through must be like.
He stumbled in his morning routine, then off to school, where the headache just grew and grew.
Mostly in Professor Tribal's class.
"Where were you yesterday Rockas?" Tribal asked with his sinister voice, "You know you must come at lunch, to make up that test."
He knew, which upset him more then anything.
Those bastards taking away his lunch, his only peace in the day.
Roxas kept quiet the rest of the day, he nary said a word besides when Tribal would ask him the answer to some dumb question that he already knew. This class would be so much more interesting if he ever learned
More classes, and he was still silent, no one really cared, he was always silent, at least he had a reason this time.
Not like anyone knew that.
Lunch lurked around the corner, like a vampire, waiting to prey on Roxas' happiness.
Or what was left of it.
When the bell rang for lunch, Roxas made his way slowly to Tribal's class, sat in his normal seat and waited for the teacher to return. He guessed he was getting lunch before coming back.
Half of lunch passed before Tribal returned, shocked to see Roxas in his desk, "Early for tomorrow Roxas?"
'He called me by my name, my NAME!'
"What sir?" Roxas gawked at him.
"Why are you here, I asked." Tribal sat at his desk, folded his hands and waited for Roxas to reply.
"Well…I missed our Tuesday test yesterday so…" Tribal held a hand up to stop Roxas from talking.
"There was no test. We skipped it, the class begged me and I gave in."
This was almost as shocking that Tribal remembered his name, "What?! You never skip those tests!"
"The class had a good argument."
"What was it?" Roxas had stood up and began to collect his things.
A laugh from Tribal sent shivers down his spine, "If I make my tests predicable, then no one will listen the rest of the week, then just study all Monday night. If I make them random, then they have to listen and study all night." He winked, then waved his hand at the door, "Please, go eat your lunch."
That was definately the weirdest thing that Roxas had heard from that teacher. Why would he just change his schedule like that? He was planning something.
Then it came to him.
Tribal told him that he had to come in at lunch, then he wasn't there until the end.
"He…tricked me…" Roxas was talking to himself as he walked to his next class, "He wanted me to miss my lunch because I missed his class…"
'That sneaking little bastard.'
The rest of his classes were filled with Roxas thinking to himself, as was his walk home.
Once he arrived home he saw his father passed out on the couch, snoring louder than usual.
Roxas wondered when he had gotten drunk today, seeing as it was only two thirty.
Throwing his bag on his floor, Roxas caught himself in the mirror.
"What the hell now?"
His eyes had become a light, piercing green, and his hair seemed a bit more dark, with red highlights.
"You really shouldn't swear so much, you will never win me over that way."
Even MORE note: XD Im such a retard...
So yea, one of my best friends, kiddy, is cosplaying as Roxas for sakura con this year, so I wanted to make his favorite food one of hers. ^_^
I dont really mind Pickle chips but...well they aren't as amazing as Roxas/Kiddy think they are...
So yea, chapter three should be soon, depending if my wrist is going to start hating me again...Then it might be a few days.
Review please! It makes writing so much more fun when you know your readers have an opinion.
Note about Roxas' second dream/book: If you want to know what is going on, go here to final fantasy wiki, then search "I want to be your canary".
