Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. This is purely fanmade.

Author's Note: Characters may be out of character. This fan fiction has nothing to do with the game and never will be related to it. It will contain boy x boy, so do not read it if it's not your cup of tea. Rated M for sexual content.

This is a revised version of the original. I decided that I needed to do some revising as Heartbeat was originally written I was just beginning to write fanfics. It probably won't make much of a difference, but I will clear typos and probably add in some scenes as well as take some out. Please do be aware that the story, even though parts of it will remain the same, the whole story itself is different. It is a very new revised fanfic, however the plot will remain the same. FYI, Riku and Roxas fall for each other a lot earlier and the complications comes in a lot earlier too. Anyways, please enjoy. It will take some time to revise all the chapters since I have other fanfics to finish writing. Beware of OOCness as well...because Riku appears a lot nicer and smiles more as well as Roxas.

Chapter One: Unexpected Meeting

It was dark, damp, and almost too tight to even fit his body. He took in a breath, but found it hard to breathe. He didn't understand what was happening, but he did know that he wasn't…dead. He flexed his fingers and then his toes. His body seemed fine and there wasn't pain anywhere on his body. Suddenly, a warm hand clasped around his and a soft whisper echoed through his body. It wasn't a voice he knew, but it spoke gently and soothingly. It calmed his heart, making it easier to breathe. Even the darkness around him seemed to have lightened up. The damp feeling disappeared and a warm feeling enveloped him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, becoming aware of his surroundings. Darkness had turned to white and the once silent abyss was filled with the sound of beeping machines. He groaned and tried to sit, but a hand held him in place. Confused, he looked to his side and saw a doctor smiling down at him. He was an old man, but not too old. His hair, along with his beard and mustache, were blond and he had the most unnatural eye color…orange, with specks of gold. He stared into those gentle eyes, almost in a trance. It was weird seeing such an eye color.

"Are you awake?" asked the doctor amusingly.

He shook his head from the trance, "Sorry. I just thought…what weird color eyes you have. I'm awake…what…happened?"

"You had a heart transplant. Do you remember?" replied the doctor, "By the way, I am Dr. Ansem."

"Heart transplant…oh, yes, I remember. It's nice to meet you Dr. Ansem."

He frowned as memories flickered through his head. He remembered his family getting a call, saying there was a heart that was compatible with his. Moments later, he was taken to the hospital for the surgery. It took a couple of days to get everything ready, but eventually he was taken into a room, put under anesthesia, and then had the surgery. He touched his chest, rubbing over the place of his heart.

"Don't rub to roughly," Dr. Ansem warned, "The stitches are still healing."

"Oh," he muttered.

He quickly removed his hand and turned his attention to the doctor. He was asked a few questions and he answered them. The doctor eventually left to tell his family that he was awake, leaving him alone to his thoughts. Since childhood, he always had a bad heart, but there wasn't any compatible organ for him. For sixteen years of his life, he waited to hear any news and finally, his family heard it. Well, his adoptive family. He had been given away by his parents because they didn't have the means to support a child with a weak heart. And so, he was given away as an infant to another family. A family of twelve siblings and two parents, of whom he barely saw. His adoptive father was barely in his life and his mother only came to school functions, but was never there. He didn't blame them because his family was odd. They weren't a normal family. As if on cue, his twelve other siblings rushed into the room, congratulating him on his successful surgery. He got some pats on the shoulder, but nothing more. He wasn't surprised about that either. They all may have been adopted siblings, but none them were really close. They were only family in name. Except, there was one person who he could call family, maybe even more. He smiled when he saw the mass of fiery red hair behind the other siblings. The red head stepped forward, grinning like the Cheshire cat at him.

"Looks like everything went well, Roxas," said the red hair brother, "You look great too."

"Yup," replied Roxas with a smile of his own, "Thanks Axel."

"Too bad you're still going to be stuck here for a few days."

Roxas rolled his eyes at Axel's teasing and sighed. He really wanted to go home, but it didn't seem like the doctor was going to let him go anytime soon. After an hour or so, his family left the hospital, leaving him alone once more. In the dead silence of the room with only the beeping of the machine beside to be his company, his mind wandered into darker thoughts. He had been lucky. If they had never found a heart for him, he knew his adopted family would have thrown him away. He would have been useless to them and they didn't need useless people in their family. Sighing, he leaned back on the hospital bed, bringing his thoughts into a lighter topic. He briefly wondered who was the donor of his heart, but knew he wouldn't find out unless he asked for permission to mail the family of heart's donor. Whoever it was though, they had died and graced him with a second chance at life. He quietly thanked the person. With nothing else to do, Roxas closed his eyes. Soon, the world around him faded and he entered into a gray world. It was foggy and misty, covering almost all of the scenery. Squinting, he noticed a coffee table and some bookshelves against the grey wall. There was a couch next to the coffee table and not too far from it, was an arch entrance that led into the dining room. Roxas arched a brow and spun around once to see where he was, but the scenery didn't look familiar. He took a step forward, but immediately stopped when his right foot became overshadowed with someone else's foot. His feet came back into view, but a cold sensation rushed through him. Roxas shivered and wrapped his arms around himself as he looked up. His eyes widened at the scene before him.

The once empty room was no longer empty. Instead, two people stood in it, but it wasn't that part that had shocked him, but the very fact that the two people were devouring each other's mouth…and they were both men. Roxas gasped at the sight and took a step back, nearly stumbling over something on the floor. He looked at the ground and began to notice bags of groceries littered across the entrance of the door. He blinked and looked back to the couple. They didn't even notice him, though it would have been strange if they did because he knew he must have been dreaming. Everything was silent, but the moment Roxas took a side step to avoid tripping over a bag, noises of passionate kisses and pleasure bombarded him. He blushed furiously at the sound of it and tried to cover his ears, but it didn't make much of a difference. He closed his eyes to stop the image from burning into his memories, but the noises were a lot worst that the image itself. Roxas quickly turned around, taking in a few breaths. He was trying to calm the pounding in his heart, but it continued to thump away as though it was a part of the make out session. He felt awkward just standing there, but he was also curious. He turned slightly, allowing him to see the view from the corner of his eyes. Clothes were discarded onto the floor and they had managed to lie on the couch. The younger and smaller of the two men was on the bottom while the older one was on top. The older man had silver hair that fell over shoulders as he leaned down onto the younger boy with brown hair. Confusion filled Roxas as he began to hear strange noises. It was almost like water, as though someone was squishing it against flesh. That was when his gaze fell down to the movement of the silver haired man's hand and blushed at the sight. Roxas quickly turned his back towards them again, gulping slowly, but found that his throat was dry. He squirmed around, suddenly feeling as though the fingers of the silver haired man were invading him as well. He let out a shaky breath and shuddered when he heard a slap. Skin. It was skin slapping against skin and each time they connected, the slap became louder. He could hear the brunette mewling in pleasure.

"-oxas!" yelled out a familiar voice.

Roxas blinked and looked up, wondering where the voice was coming from. He turned to towards the couple again and saw the brunette cling to the silver haired man.

The brunette opened his mouth and yelled out a name, "Riku!"

"Roxas!" called out Axel's voice, stirring him from his dream.

Roxas woke up with a startled jump. His surroundings were blurred for a few seconds, but eventually became clear. A hand touched him on the arm, startling him. Roxas looked to his side and saw Axel looking at him with concern. He exhaled shakily, wiping off the sweat that beaded down the side of his face.

"You okay?" asked Axel, "You sounded like you were…well, enjoying your dream."

Roxas didn't have to look to see Axel's smirking face, "Enjoying? More like embarrassed. I had…the weirdest dream."

"Care to tell?"

He watched as Axel seated himself in a chair next to the bed and set a basket of fruits on top of the end table. He picked out a red apple and started peeling it with a small knife. After the apple was peeled, Axel began cutting it into pieces and handing him one once he finished. Roxas took the piece of apple and bit into it. It was sweet and juicy, quenching his hunger that he didn't even notice.

"Well…I had a dream about two men," he said slowly, almost hesitantly.

"…whoa, I didn't know you swung that way, Roxas," said Axel with a grin.

"I don't! At least…I don't think I am. I mean, I'm sure I'm not…gay."

He whispered the word out quietly like it was a taboo. He even glanced around the room, but no one else was in the room except him and Axel. Sighing, he shifted in his bed and took another bite from the apple piece. The dream was disturbing him because even though he thought it was wrong, at the same time he…enjoyed it. He gulped down the apple, but the sweet taste disappeared. It was bland and tasteless. Shaking his head, he set the half eaten piece of apple down on the paper plate where Axel had placed the other pieces of apple.

"And they were having…sex," whispered Roxas, a flush.

"Seriously? How do you even know how two guys have sex?" asked Axel.

"That's not the point! I didn't even know the two guys, but…but…I don't know. It was like…I felt like I knew that dream…almost like it happened to me…especially since my body…you know. My body reacted to it. It was like…my body knew the feeling. But it's not possible because I've never…done that with a guy before."

Axel broke out in a laugh, causing Roxas to frown. He reached over and smacked him on the shoulder. He didn't tell Axel so he could make him laugh.

"I was being serious!" exclaimed Roxas.

"Roxas…you're a virgin," said Axel in between laughs, "that much I know…but man, who would have thought that in your dreams you would be a voyeur!"

Roxas rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. He pouted and glanced away from Axel, giving him the silent treatment. He heard Axel trying to coax him into talking to him again, but Roxas continued to give him the silent treatment. He finally relented when Axel started tickling him. Roxas broke out into a fit of laughter and pleaded him to stop.

"So, are you going to stop giving me the silent treatment?" asked Axel.

"Ye-yes. Gee, I can't believe you would do that to a person who is still healing," said Roxas.

"You're perfectly fine."

Roxas shrugged, "So, anything new with the Organization?"

Axel was in the middle of eating an apple when he had asked the question and started choking on it. Roxas arched a brow at him, reaching over to pat his back. Axel gave him a sheepish grin and lowered his hands. Roxas stared at him, waiting for an answer, but it never came. The silence droned on creating a tension in the air. He blinked, tipping his head slightly. Axel wasn't the type to be quiet, so whatever was happening in the Organization must have been bad. Sighing loudly, Roxas urged him on, "Well? Did something happen?"

"No, nothing," answered Axel after what seemed like forever, "Roxas...do you remember anything from two years ago?"

"Huh? Nothing special...we moved to Twilight Town from Radiant Garden. I met Hayner, Pence, and Olette...and I started high school." Roxas shrugged nonchalantly. It was nothing new. His family or rather yet, the Organization, often moved from place to place. He, out everyone else in the family, was the only one who was allowed to attend school. Even Axel never went to school before. "Why?" he asked with a tilt of his head, "Did something happen then and the Organization is trying to fix it?"

"No...never mind. Get some rest. You'll be released in a few days so enjoy your peaceful time."

"I won't have to do anything once I get out, will I?"

Axel shrugged and then hopped up from the chair he was sitting in. Roxas felt his small pat on his back before turning to leave him. Arching his back slightly, Roxas shifted himself again in bed. He was about to close his eyes again when he heard Axel call him. He turned to look at him, surprised that he hadn't left yet. He tilted his head in a questioning manner, wondering what Axel wanted.

"…I…I really love you," said Axel in a calm and steady voice, "I'm glad that nothing happened to you. You're…still the same."

Roxas smile at him, "Of course I'm still the same. Different heart, but I'm still me. And, I know. I love you too because you're my best friend."

He noticed that Axel's smile was a little sad and bitter, but didn't question it. Roxas turned his gaze when Axel left and closed his eyes. He hoped that he wouldn't be dreaming of those two again. It truly was a disturbing dream and yet…somewhere from behind his mind (or maybe his heart) he craved to see it again.

It had nearly been a week when they finally released him from the hospital. He was given some medication for his heart, in case his body reacted against an unfamiliar object in his body and tried to "cure" it, resulting in him becoming ill. After receiving his medication, he walked out with Axel to the car. No one else in the family came, but Roxas was fine with that. He knew that were busy with other things and it wasn't like he disliked Axel's companionship. In fact, he was the closest to Axel and vice versa. However, as soon as they got in the car, there was only silence. Roxas had expected Axel to be a little more enthusiastic about his return, but there wasn't. So, instead of asking Axel what was wrong, he chose to turn away from his friend and stare out the window as buildings pass by in swift, slurred motions.

After half an hour had pass by, Axel finally broke the silence, "So, did you want to drop by somewhere and eat something? I'm sure the hospital food wasn't all that great."

Roxas gave him a brief glance and then replied after returning his gaze back to the window, "Hm, I guess we can."

"Okay…what did you want to eat?"

"Hamburger."

Axel began to laugh, "Someone who just got a heart transplant is going to eat hamburgers?"

"But…come on, you asked what I wanted to eat and that's what I want to eat. All they ever gave me at the hospital were steamed veggies and weird meatloaf."

Roxas stuck with tongue with a gagging motion. Hearing Axel laugh made him grin and he laughed along. Axel agreed to take him to eat some burgers, but that would be his last time until he fully recovers. Shrugging his shoulder, Roxas agreed to the condition.

After they arrived at their destination, they ordered their meal and sat down in a booth near the window. They talked and ate, catching up on all the things that Roxas had missed out on. He was busily munching on a fry when he noticed something glitter from the corner of his eyes. Roxas turned his head so he could look out the window. In the distance, he could see something silver. Squinting slightly, he began to notice a silhouette form in the midst of the crowd. He blinked and tilted his head slightly. Silver hair. The person's back was facing him, but if the man turned around then Roxas would be able to see his face and maybe, just maybe, it would be the man from his dream. Roxas stared intently with his hands gripping tightly onto the seat. He held his breath when he noticed the man turning slightly towards him. He was close to revealing his face, but suddenly the man turned away again and walked off. Roxas released a breath and stared in disappointment at the retreating figure.

"-xas. Roxas! Are you even listening to me?" asked Axel.

Roxas quickly turned his attention back to Axel, "What? Oh…uh, sorry. I was…distracted."

"Of course. You were staring intently out the window. What did you see?"

"Nothing."

Roxas was quick to answer and blushed after he realized that he did. He shook his head and ignored Axel's puzzled face. He picked up another fry and started munching on it, changing the subject to something else. If Axel knew what he what doing, he didn't seem to mind that he was changing the subject. They spent an hour in the place before they took their leave.

Returning home wasn't as loud as he thought it would be. Actually, it was really quiet. No one was home, not even his mother who he thought would at least be there to greet them. Roxas stopped in the middle of the living room and looked around. Nothing changed, but of course nothing would have changed. It wasn't as though he left on a trip for a long time, though it felt like it to him. Sighing, he plopped onto the crimson couch and stared at the blank plasma, flat screen television. The seat next to him sank and he turned to look at Axel who was now sitting beside him. He looked back to the television, allowing silence to fall over them. "Hey, I'm still tired, so I'm going to take a short nap," said Roxas, breaking the silence as he stood.

Axel nodded, "M'kay. Hey…"

Roxas stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. He was already by the arch of the hallway when Axel called out to him. He waited in silence for Axel to continue what he was going to say, but nothing came. Roxas turned and leaned against the side of the wall. "What?" asked Roxas with an arch of his brow, "If you're going to stop me, at least say what you want to tell me."

"Mmm," Axel hummed as he turned his whole body on the couch to face him, "Love ya'."

Roxas blinked at his statement and smiled while shaking his head slightly. He rolled his eyes and turned around again to go back to his room. "I know," said Roxas, calling over his shoulder, "You always tell me that."

"I really do!" yelled Axel, but by then Roxas was already closing the door behind him.

He sighed and walked over to his bed, flopping face down onto it. Slipping off his shoes, he crawled up the bed and rolled over onto his back. It didn't take long before his eyes started drooping. He yawned and rolled on his side, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Blinking his eyes open, Roxas found himself in a kitchen. He turned in a circle and stopped midway, allowing his gaze to fall on the two men he had seen in his dream before. Frowning, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared at them. He didn't know who they were, so he couldn't understand why he kept seeing them. Opening his mouth, Roxas called out to them, "Hey! Hello? Can you guys hear me?" Of course he wasn't expecting anything because in the end, they never turned to look at him. He let out a frustrated sigh and leaned against the counter of the kitchen, waiting to see the scene play out. In the scene before him, the brunette was sitting at the dining table, peeling some potatoes while the silver haired man, who Roxas remembered as Riku since the brunette had called him that, was standing over the stove. He could hear the sizzling of food being cooked, but he couldn't smell it. The two men began talking with each other, but Roxas couldn't hear them. Tilting his head in puzzlement, he walked closer, straining his ears to hear them, but it didn't make a difference. It was like someone had pressed the mute button on the television remote, letting the scene play out, but with no voice. Roxas stopped a few inches away from them and examined the two. The brunette was young, his face a little round, and his skin a light tan. His eyes were the brightest blue like a sapphire blue, reflecting emotions of admiration, happiness, and mostly…love. Roxas took a step back and looked to the man named Riku. His hair was beautiful, almost tempting Roxas to touch it. He was expecting it to be smooth as silk, but as he reached out to the figure, his hands merely went through him. Sighing, he pulled back his hand and let it fall to his side.

Suddenly, the world around him began to swirl. Roxas took another step back in surprise. He felt his body being pulled away from the scene before him. He tried to adjust his body, but the pull became stronger. Soon, he was swept into a black abyss, but it didn't take long before a bright light appeared before him. Before he completely woke up, he heard the voice of the two men speaking from a distance.

"Riku, I'll always love you," said the familiar voice.

"I know," answered Riku, "and I, you Sora."

It felt like his whole body was aching. Roxas sat up coughing, waking up from his dream. He rubbed his eyes and stared around his room. It was dark and the house was eerily quiet. Swinging his feet over the edge of the bed, he stood and carefully walked to the door. He opened it, hearing it squeak slightly. He stuck his head out and looked down the hallway, but he couldn't hear anyone.

"Axel?" he called out, but there wasn't an answer.

He shuffled out of his room, grabbing his shoes before leaving, and hurried to the living room. As he sat down on the couch, he glanced around. There wasn't a presence inside the house. It was empty and somehow, it felt very lonely with no one to occupy it. Roxas shrugged his shoulders and quickly slipped on his shoes. He assumed that Axel had gone to meet up with the rest of the family members, so he decided to leave for a while. It didn't feel right to be the only one inside the house.

They lived in a residential area, but they also weren't too far from the city. By foot, it would take an hour, so Roxas found it reasonable to walk. It was a little chilly, so he wrapped his thin, black sweater around himself just a bit tighter. As the minutes pass, he finally made it to the busier streets. Lights from stores lit up the dark streets and people were walking around as though it was daylight. Roxas shivered slightly in his sweater and decided to quickly enter into a warm store. He chose a store without taking a look and entered it, only to find that the store was almost as cold as outside. He shivered again and looked up, finding himself in an ice-cream store. He sighed and turned to leave. However, as he turned to leave, he accidentally bumped into someone. He let out a small yelp, taking a step back to prevent himself from falling over. "Sorry," said Roxas as he rubbed his nose where he smacked into the stranger.

"It's okay," said the person, "It's also my fault since I wasn't watching where I was going. You okay?"

"Yeah, I am."

Roxas removed his hand and glanced up at the person, but as soon as he locked gaze with the other man, his body became rigid. He was staring into the man of his dreams, the very same man that he had just seen earlier. The other person stared back, frowning slightly with a smile. Roxas smiled sheepishly and took a step back while apologizing for making him feel awkward. "Sorry, it's just…" muttered Roxas, "Have I met you before?"

"…I don't think we have," answered the man, "Do you…know me?"

"Riku."

Swiftly, Roxas covered his mouth. He had said the name before he even thought about it. He didn't mean to say it because it would have been weird since he knew the man's name even though they had never met before.

"Excuse me?" asked Riku with a confused expression, "What did you just ca-"

Before Riku could finish his question, Roxas shook his head and interrupted him, "Sorry, I have to go." He pushed pass Riku and forced his way out. He heard Riku calling after him to wait, but he ignored the older man's calls. He didn't have an explanation to tell Riku as to why he knew the man's name and he highly doubt that Riku would have believed that he dreamt about him. It sounded crazy even to him. He wasn't sure how far he ran, but by the time he looked over his shoulder, the ice-cream shop was long gone from his sight. Sighing, he walked to a rail on the sidewalk and sat on it. "…this is too weird," he muttered to himself, "Really…too weird."

A/N: DO NOT CONTINUE READING AFTER THIS CHAPTER. This was the revised first chapter of this fanfic. I'm still in the process of rewriting it. The other chapters after this one is from the old story so don't be surprise to find that nothing flows.