Note: Okay my grammar fixer lady fixed everything. ^_^ yay.
The like first half of this is boring, sorry again. Well I dont know if 'boring' is right, stuff happens.
Anyway I hope you all enjoy this, and please review, fav, or alert. ^_^


"Monday?" Roxas looked into his reflection in shock, "How can it be Monday?"
"What do you mean 'How can it be Monday', its Monday that's how."

Roxas raced to get dressed, he needed to leave the house at six thirty to get to school at seven.
His first period started at seven twenty, but seeing as it was Mr. Tribal's class, he was always there early, to avoid any trouble.

Roxas needed to leave at six thirty, and it was now six fifty eight.

Grabbing his backpack, an apple, and running out the door, the thought of the mirror moving by itself eluded him.

It was a breathless race to school, arriving there at seven twenty five.
"Late" Roxas mumbled as he tried to catch his breath.

"Late again Rockas?" Tribal stared daggers into Roxas as he walked into the class, ten minutes late.
"I-I overslept…I'm sorry…"
"If you were sorry, Rockas, you would show up to class on time." Tribal spat at Roxas, then promptly pointed to his seat, "sit down."

The rest of the class, Roxas made even less noise then normal, sinking low in his seat so that Tribal wouldn't notice him.
It didn't work.

"Rockas, would you mind telling the class, what is an important tool in understanding the neurobiological basis of psychiatric disorders and in identifying imaging markers to psychiatric disease, helping clinicians target specific parts of the brain for treatment?" Tribal loomed over Roxas, waiting for the answer.

Roxas had no idea of the answer, in all truth all he was really asking was 'What machine do they use to take pictures of the brain?', but Tribal used the biggest, most difficult words he could think of just to spite Roxas.
"Um, ok well…A…camera of some sort?" To Roxas, this was a great answer.
To Tribal, this was, well lacking, "Camera?"
Roxas nodded, "Yeah, it takes pictures doesn't it?"

Tribal sighed, somewhat surprised that Roxas knew it took pictures, "Roxas…just….go to time out…"

On his way to the terrible Mrs. Carol's time out, Roxas realized, "He called me Roxas again…"
So yeah, this wasn't really big news, but it was like the second time all year he had used Roxas' real name.

Opening the door to the time out room, Roxas looked around, and of course, Hayner was here.

"Sit down and shut up boy." Mrs. Carol pointed to the chair next to Hayner.
Why was it that every person of faculty in this school knew a way to torture Roxas?

Whispering, Hayner's eyes gleamed at Roxas, "Got any lunch money Rocky?"

Roxas thought for a second, then dug into his pocket, "Yeah, I do." Handing a wad of dollar bills to Hayner, Roxas sat down and rested his head on the desk.

Hayner was as surprised as Roxas was when Tribal called him by his name, "Umm thanks Roxas…"

Looks like the new fad today was to call Roxas the name his parents gave him.
Well Parent, his mother had wanted him to be called "Roxie", and called him that often when he was in her womb.
Her whole pregnancy, she thought she was having a baby girl, she never got to see that she really had a son.
When his wife passed, Cloud was lost at what to name his new responsibility.
A nurse suggested "Roxas", because it was more manly then "Roxie".

His head on the desk, Roxas finally had time to think about his mirror.
It moved. Moved.

'There's no way…I was seeing things, delusional from the cold and not enough sleep…oh and fumes, yeah the fumes…'

"ROXAS!" Carol slammed her hands down on his desk, scaring Roxas to the point he fell from his chair, straight onto his behind.
"Ow…Mrs. Carol that hurt…" Roxas stood up, rubbing his left, lower back.
"Well then you shouldn't be sleeping in my class!"
Hayner interjected, "This isn't a class, you're not even a teacher."
Bad idea.

"Not a teacher?!" Mrs. Carol stood up and drew her hand back, ready to slap the grin off Hayner's smug face.
Roxas and Hayner waited, this was going to be good.
But she never did it.

She stood there, hand drawn back ready to slap, for a few seconds, then stood up straight with her 'nice posture'.

"Humph." She stomped off to call security.
She was going to make up something to get Hayner in trouble, she always did.

Roxas looked over to Hayner, who was sitting calmly in his chair, not sweating a bead, "T-thanks…"
Hayner just nodded, "No problem…But you owe me one Rocky."

Rocky, how Roxas hated being called that. He knew that Hayner got it from how tribal called him 'Rockas'.

Lunch, Roxas was hungry. His apple was no where near enough to keep him fed through the day.
Laying on the grass, under his 'lunch tree', Roxas looked into the sky.
Blue, a few clouds, it was oddly warm and sunny for February.

The sky reminded Roxas of his mirror, then he began to think about it again.
That voice, it was so comforting to him, and he had no idea why.
That voice was sarcastic, and most of the time it was either mean or cryptic.
But Roxas found solace in the voice. It made him feel warm, and it made him feel like he had a friend.

Roxas wished he could find a person with that voice, someone just like his reflection, but you know, real.

"Roxas?" Someone asked. Their voice was soft and small, he almost didn't hear him, "Roxas, I need to talk to you about something…"

Sitting up, Roxas saw the silver haired, sea blue-green eyed, 'Riku' boy from fifth period, "What is it…Riku?"

He played with his hands, twiddling his thumbs. He was nervous, and he made it way to obvious, "Well…About the cutting thing the other day…I'm sorry I was so mean to you…Maybe…"

Roxas stood up, excited he asked, "We could be friends?"
The smile on Roxas quickly faded as Riku shook his head, "Well no but…Maybe I shouldn't have been so mean. I mean…I don't want to be your friend Roxas, but I felt bad that I was so mean, I mean…Ugh…"
Roxas saw this was hard for him.
Riku let out a sigh, "Well…I'm sure you cut yourself for a good reason…Didn't you?"

Staring at his feet, Roxas' voice was empty, "Yes, I did."
Walking toward him, Riku asked, "Well, why?"

Roxas picked up his bag, "You don't want to be my friend Riku, So I don't want to be yours…Leave me be ok?"

As he headed toward his fifth period, Roxas made sure he bumped his shoulder up against Riku's, hard.

The rest of the day, Roxas was silent. This was nothing new, but every time he had a reason, Roxas felt like it was new, like someone should notice his pain and comfort him.

In fifth period, Hayner tapped Roxas on the shoulder, "Roxas…thanks for the lunch money…"
Roxas didn't look back, "But I still 'owe you one'?"
With a 'playful' punch to the arm, Hayner smiled, "Yeah, you got it now!"

Roxas thought about what his reflection said about friends, maybe it was right.

Walking home, Roxas' hunger had made him grumpy and tired.
So he did the only thing he thought was a good idea.
He went to buy Pickle Chips.

It was the same blond cashier from the last time. This time Roxas got a look at his name tag, 'Demyx'.

Arriving at home, Roxas made sure to finish his chips and ditch the bag at the closet trash can before Cloud could see him with more junk food.

As he reached for the doorknob, the door opened for him.
"Roxas…" Cloud stared at his son, he was upset, "I got a call from your school today. You were late to first period."
Roxas opened his mouth to explain, but Cloud put up a hand to him to silence him, "And, you were sent to time out again…Weren't you?"

Head down, Roxas slid past Cloud, into the house.
"Do not walk away from me Roxas…I'm your father, I should have some authority over your life."

Roxas dropped his bag to its normal spot next to the door and looked into his fathers blue eyes, "Yes, you are my father. But last time I checked, fathers raised their sons with love, fathers didn't drink all godforsaken time, not even bothering to get a fucking job. Last time I checked, fathers didn't beat their six fucking year old sons for crying that they wanted to grow up with a mother to love them!"

Roxas stormed off into his room, leaving Cloud speechless.

Slamming his door shut, Roxas pushed his back to it, then slid down, sitting on the floor.
Seconds later, a bottle broke on the other side of it, making Roxas jump.

"Don't fucking tell me how to raise a son you little bastard!" Cloud screamed from the living room, "If I had my way, your mother would have gotten the fucking abortion I wanted her to get! She was such a slut, you should be glad you never got to meet her!"

Roxas knew the words that were coming next, he could recite them before Cloud could even think of them, "Its your fault…"

Cloud began screaming again, "Its your fault she's dead Roxas! You killed her! You killed my wife you selfish bastard! Why?! Why couldn't you be the one to die instead!?"

Roxas heard several bangs in the kitchen, then the front door slam closed.
He was gone, probably to buy some more vodka to 'ease the pain'.

What was going to ease Roxas' pain?

"I'm sorry…Why is he so bitter? You were a baby, you couldn't help being born…" Roxas' refection asked him, his voice softer then normal.

Roxas shook his head, trying to repress the tears, "No, it was my fault, everything is my fault in someone's
eyes…Cloud's right, I never should have been born…"
"Cloud?" The mirror asked Roxas.
He nodded, "Yeah, that's my dads first name…Cloud…He's so serious and mean all the time, I cant believe he's named after a cloud…clouds are like fluffy and nice and…"
Roxas trailed off, but his mirror seemed to finish his thought, "Dangerous. Clouds can bring thunder and storms, they bring hail and rain. Clouds can kill, in fact they do. But something else clouds do, they bring life. Your father brought you life, and he took care of you…Not very well but, he did. You're not dead are you?"
A slight pause, then he continued, "He tried his hardest, he still is trying. Think about how hard it must be for your poor father, he lost the love of his life and all you lost was the chance to meet someone you're related to."

Roxas thought about all of this, and for the first time in his life, Roxas wished his father would come home.
Roxas wished he could run up to his father, say he was sorry, and have them both be happy again.
Instead, Roxas drove Cloud to go get drunk again, to go and kill off his chances of sobriety and his liver. Great.

Back against his door, Roxas sobbed. Remorse, sometimes it was a good thing.

"Now now, don't look so sad. Its just one day, I'm sure everything will work out fine. You know Roxas, 'There must be a happy ending in every story, if the ending is sad, its not really an ending…'"

Roxas looked up as his reflection, "But a new beginning. A new start of something great."
A smile from his mirror, "The possibilities, the wonderment. A fresh start to change your life for the better."

Roxas got up and wiped away his tears.
That saying was something his grandfather had told him on his death bed.

Roxas was holding his hand, crying and begging him not to leave him alone with just his father.
Begging him not to leave so Roxas and his dad could stay with grandpa, so they could be a big happy family.
His grandfather's last words were a simple quote, he was hoping it would comfort his grandson.
He passed away with Roxas holding his hand, and that saying stayed with him all these years.

"You know Mirror, You aren't so bad….Your nice to have around but…"

A frown, the fact that the mirror's face could move independently from Roxas was still a little bit weird, but so was everything else that was going on, "But what? Are you going to get rid of me?"

Roxas shook his head, and walked up to the mirror.
In this brief moment with the mirror, Roxas forgot all his trouble today.
Smiling, something Roxas had not done much of today, "Of course I'm not going to get rid of you, I just need something to call you…So what's your name?"


Noties: So yea, thats what happened, crazy no?
I dont have much to say on the story, but if you care about my life, go ahead and read the rest of ths author note XD.

My dads adopted mom is like, dying. Shes mean, and she hates my mom so I guess its not a big deal to me, but this means I need a furneral dress and have to go to the damn thing...Ugh. .
I guess I need to be more simpatheic about it huh? XD god im sure I spelled that wrong, and furneral...

Oh and I got an email from cosplaymagic saying they shipped it today at 5 am, well yesterday (saterday).

And last thing I have to say is, I have a cold, so I feel like perpetual crap. It sucks...

And yea, please review, fav, or alert. ^_^
(Next chapter coming some time this week...hope it gets like more action packed and less lame....)

Why does Cloud think Aeris a slut? XD Cloud is angry, simple as that. Hes a special person.