Author/s: Skitts und Lamatikah –two fingered salute-
Summary: They were never a perfect family, but they always tried. Even if trying wasn't good enough… AkuRoku .:RikuxSoraxKairi:.
Disclaimer: If I said I owned Kingdom Hearts, would you really believe me? But, if I said I owned Kingdom of Hearts… that would be something else… -shufty eyes- Does anyone, anyone at all, know what I'm talking about?
Full Circle
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--Chapter 1—
x-Sweet Like Honey-x
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"Hello and welcome to hell. Please take a few moments to kiss goodbye to any hope of having a normal life. If you care to turn your head, your eyes will be met with a very charming view of your sanity. Look at, running away... Down the road, over the bridge, and past the state border! Not that the state border is actually over the bridge. Just a load of shrubbery, but I guess our sanity could be hiding in the bushes."
"Rikku. Your sanity ran for cover in the bushes years ago. If it was even ever there to begin with and you were born with the amazing gift of an empty head," scowled Roxas, looking around the scenery Rikku described. Somewhere amidst the 'wonderful scenery', he thought he could see a little blonde head bobbing up and down, or maybe not. Truth be told, he couldn't find these bushes she was mentioning, nor the bridge, nor the state border, nor his sanity, running away. And... Wait... Destiny Islands was an ISLAND! How could it have a 'state border'? It probably could, Roxas just couldn't be bothered to find it...
"Oh poo you, Roxas! I'm sure you're just upset because we have to live here!" Rikku told him knowledgeably, giving him an affectionate pinch on the cheek. Roxas scowled.
"A year, Rikku! A YEAR! A DAMNED YEAR!"
"Roxas, no swearing in front of Naminé, thank you very much!" came a mature voice from somewhere near the car. Roxas pouted, his arms crossed, wondering why they had moved in the first place. Destiny Islands sounded like something out of some crappy video game. I mean, who named their home town 'Destiny Islands'. Heh. Imagine if there was a place called 'Twilight Town', now that would be funny! Roxas mentally snorted and carried on his merry little emo way to the door, as Rikku skipped along beside him.
"Rikku. You are annoying me. Go away." Rikku swatted Roxas over the head, and pouted. Her hair stopped bouncing as she stopped skipping, and Roxas noted that despite the cold she still wore her shorts and tank top. It annoyed him like hell. "And you're making me feel cold."
"You make me feel cold, Roxas. You're really depressing you know... And plus, a year is a BIG difference, I'm sure!" Rikku regained her bounciness and skipped off, probably to annoy some other poor soul.
"Come on Roxie, cheer up, we'll have lots of fun here, I'm sure!" Roxas turned to glare at his mother. This is your fault. I hate you. Oh, if looks could kill he'd be the Grim Reaper. "Oh, don't look at me like that; I'm positive you'll absolutely love it here! Positive, kay?" She hoisted Roxas' younger 'sister' further up, as the girl was slipping from her grip, "And don't worry about school, I know you think you won't like it because Sora's there and- oops..."
"SORA'S THERE?!?" Roxas exploded his face the perfect picture of violence and hatred. Whenever Roxas exploded it was always a rather disturbing and sometimes violent affair. This time his explosion made his father hit his head on the car boot, where all their luggage was being kept. All the furniture had been delivered by some big trucks, Rikku had wanted to travel with the truck-guys but Meg wouldn't hear of it. Rikku had gone off in a sulk; however, she was happy again after approximately two minutes and forty-seven seconds.
"Hey, hey, hey! Look, I don't think he'll give you any grief, remember, you were the best friends when you were younger! Now, please try for me Roxie, okay... and... Wonder Boy? You seen Mindy?"
"Damn... Roxas, go look for Mindy will you; I'm sure she hasn't gone far..."
Hah.
'I'm sure Mindy hasn't gone too far' was funnier than anything any qualified comedian could ever say. Meg and 'Wonderboy' just didn't know Mindy. Even though she was always pouting and sulking and was just plain boring, hovering around in her pits of doom and dragging everybody else down with her, she could run like hell. Seriously, even though she always seemed lazy and unmotivated, any time the idea of toddling off popped into her head she grew wheels. It was only logical way to describe it.
Roxas sighed in defeat and stalked off after his 'sister'. He seemed to have been gaining a lot of sisters recently... And now he had another crazy person in the family, one who liked to listen to voices in her head that told her she had walk off and try to find some imaginary sisters she had about one a month, just to keep everybody on their toes. And it wasn't like they didn't have enough weirdo relatives as it was. Mindy was just icing the cake. She was obsessed, obsessed, obsessed dammit!
After about an hour of searching Roxas was sure that he not only knew how to find numerous places around the island, but he also knew who to hate as soon as he got to school. These people included an awful lot of boys. And a few girls. Because the girls were probably down the beach, 'sunning', and the ones hanging about on the streets were the ones as bad as the boys.
That was what Selphie did all the time anyway...
After about another two hours, Roxas called it quits and decided that if they lost Mindy, they lost Mindy. She was only twelve and didn't talk much anyway... except to her 'shoulder angels'. The psychiatrist told them that there was nothing (much) to worry about and she'd soon (in his own words) 'phase out of this phase, hahahahaha, if you'll, ahem, excuse the pun'.
Roxas hadn't found it funny in the slightest. And that had been three years ago, and the shoulder angels were still there, and she was still out searching for those 'sisters' of hers. He thought he may have to shrug his guilt off. But the guilt didn't come. All those years of negligence and always needing to be better than someone else had turned Roxas into an uncaring emo.
Roxas could have cried. But uncaring emos don't cry. So he didn't.
As he made his way through the door he noticed that the family were sitting at the table, and he also noticed that there was one more blonde than he would have first thought there to be.
"Oh, so she's back, and you have food as soon as she coming prancing in through the door, not bothering to call me so I can end the wild goose chase, you just leave me to go around by myself, looking for that stupid girl who has no idea where she is or where she's going EVER! I HATE YOU!" Roxas glanced round the table of seemingly happy people, until his eyes rested on the brunet/auburn mother he had, who was staring blankly ahead, obviously under shell-shock from her son's outburst. "Especially you…" Roxas hissed. Meg gulped, and turned to face Naminé again.
The look on Naminé face was unreadable, as it was most of the time. She was a close book that couldn't be prised open no matter how much force you used, and just seemed to ride life as it came, like a wave. She was … apathetic about most things in life, really. It didn't bother her – after a hard day she could always lock herself up in her room and draw. That never changed.
"I try, Roxie..." she was inaudible as Roxas tromped upstairs, not caring where he went or what he did. Naminé frowned and turned to look back down at her food, not talking as usual.
Roxas flopped onto what he presumed was his bed, after ten minutes of searching through the rooms, before finding out he shared a room with Naminé. He sighed and rolled over onto his back. He knew this was just the start. It was this damned place. It wasn't good for him. Even that Twilight Town sounded better than this dump. And he wasn't sure if Twilight Town even existed.
He sincerely hoped he wasn't going to go soft in the head like the Mayor and start proclaiming he was 'the lord of Twilight Town'.
He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down all the things that were wrong in his life. According to Selphie, if you wrote down all the bad things you know about and all your worries on a piece of paper, then put it under your pillow when you go to sleep, you'll forget about them in the morning.
On Roxas' paper, it read:
1 .I hate my family; they're all trying to annoy me
2. Rikku is annoying
3. I'm going to Sora's school
4. Mindy keeps running away
5. I have no longer any brothers... even though I hardly had one to start off with.
6. Mom says she's thinking of adopting someone else.
7. There is a Family Reunion in two months.
8. I don't think I'm going to make any friends who are boys here either; I'll let everyone down again.
9. All the kids here are stupid and I hate them already.
10. Mom doesn't care about me.
Roxas tucked it beneath his pillow and sat up. He looked around the room, inspecting every corner he could from his position on the bed. The room looked bigger than his old one. Before they had moved to Destiny Islands, they had lived in Olympus, and Roxas only hoped that these islands would be just as hot as his old home or else he'd have an even harder job of fitting in if in the summer he wore scarves.
And from what he had seen so far, he wasn't happy; the sea always made places which could have been warm cold. Well, that was his theory anyways. Whether it was true or not he did not know, maybe he was just being paranoid. Maybe, he had been cold because he was numb with 'excitement' or something like that...
Boy, life sucked.
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When Roxas woke up, he awoke to find he had a piece of paper stuck to the side of his head, encrusted with his own drool. The drool was obviously acting as a glue to keep the sheet stuck to the side of his face.
He yawned and pulled a face, ripping the piece of paper off his face.
After such a long rest he had honestly forgotten what he had written, yet when he scanned over his writing it all came back to him. Oh yeah. This is my list of all the things in life I hate … And I was meant to forget about this when I woke up… Which I did… Until I found it plastered to my face.
Roxas growled, crumpled up the hateful lined sheet of paper and threw it across the room.
With his problems now fresh and nicely imprinted once more in his mind, he padded downstairs to get some breakfast. The alarm clock in his stomach was ringing, signifying his brain that it was most defiantly 'food o' clock'.
"Hello, honey," smiled Meg as soon as the dishevelled boy entered the room, her voice as sweet as the food product she mentioned. Roxas kept the expression on his face sour, like gone off milk, and took a seat next to Mindy. The blonde paid no heed to her brother, and continued in her antics of drizzling honey all over her very sticky toast. Roxas frowned, wondering exactly what was 'with' honey today – although Mindy had always had an obsession about bees.
He scanned all the faces around the kitchen table, and make a quick analysis of each of his 'family' members. He didn't like what he saw, and what he saw was:
Mindy: A weird girl in pyjamas with bees all over them. Get out the sick bucket, if she takes one bite out of honey-and-toast concoction she's gonna hurl he insides up onto the kitchen floor. Isn't saying anything: has that look in her eye that signifies her shoulder angels are telling her to burn stuff (good lord not again).
Rikku: Another weird girl fully dressed in her 'casual' attire – the orange tank top and frilly green shorts. Is talking loudly with her mouth full about some funny anecdote she heard on the radio, and keeps laughing. She's going to choke on her cereal and then she'll be sorry she's such a loud-mouth.
Meg: I dislike her, moving on…
Naminé: Another blonde! Argh! What does Meg have with adopting blondes? Does she think blondes are 'perfect' because they're always the ones fashion magazines babble on about? Well, if she's so vain just to pay attention to hair colour that would explain why she adopted so many weirdoes. A woman who wants a perfect family system based on hair colour … God … Wait a second, I have blond hair. Arrrggghhhhh.
Hercules alias 'Wonder Boy': A jerk. Who has stupid muscles. And stupid hair. And a stupid smile. And that is all.
Marluxia: …
Roxas sighed, and took a vicious bite out of something he'd randomly picked up off the table. He wasn't exactly sure what it was, but his 'family' were starting to look at him like he five heads. They'd probably realised he was creating an 'advanced' thesis on each of them, and the intense look he wore on his face was freaking them out. Well, they freaked him out, all the time. He took another huge bite out of the thing in his hand, which was later revealed to be a pancake, to cover up for the fact that he was thinking too hard for so early in the morning.
"You know, Roxas," said Meg in an almost conversational tone, as she babied over Naminé like she was disabled and unable to cut up her own toast. Roxas frowned, and felt something constrict in his chest, as she fussed over the child who wasn't even her flesh-and-blood daughter. The boy knew that somewhere, deep down, Meg did care about him and had, once upon a time, fussed over him like that. He felt a little left out, although they both knew that he would only scowl and slap her arms away if she tried to cut up his own toast now. It would be embarrassing. "Roxie, please don't scowl like that, the wind will turn and your face will be stuck like that forever and then life will suck. Roxas, couldn't you at least try to be a little happier? I know it's difficult for you … Hell, it's difficult for me too … And all of us … But it'll be a fresh start, a new chance! You can make more friends and I'm sure you'll fit in just fine…"
Roxas cast his mind back to the day before, when he had been on a mad track after Mindy when she had pulled another one of her magical disappearing acts, which proved to be not so magical after all.
He had seen all the kids on the streets, and he wasn't exactly falling over himself for a chance to skip up to them and be all 'hey can we be friends?' They were all arranged in the streets in gangs of three and four, shooting him nasty looks when he walked past like he had malaria.
Sure, he was going to fit in just fine…
"Roxas is being silly," said Rikku in a matter-of-fact voice, wiping her hands covered in the remains of her breakfast on her top. The orange fabric was now stained with chocolaty finger-prints, but it still looked good. It was like a pretty pattern, and Roxas mentally cursed the fact that Rikku always looked good. She ran around so much and was constantly on some crazy sugar-high and had a rather disturbing obsession with the old family car and liked to poke about at the exhaust pipe and yet she always looked good. If she knew how long it took him to do his hair in the morning … Damn … He was going soft in the head. He was taking after his 'brother'.
"I'm gonna go out there right now," said Rikku, acting the perfect fuckin' sun-beam. "And march up to people and demand that they be my friend!"
That was another thing about Rikku Roxas despised. She was so confident, mostly because she was so crazy and hyped-up on E-numbers she saw the world differently to everybody else. And the weird thing was, people were attracted to her, like a magnet. People wanted to be her friend because she was bit of comic relief. Roxas would never admit it, but he envied her.
She was always Miss Popular back then.
She was going to regain her title at this school.
And Roxas didn't see that things were going to be much different for him, either.
Different faces, different places.
Same story.
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"Yo, Roxas! How's it all going?" Roxas sighed, as his best... scratch that – only friend, piped up from the other end of the line, trying to act 'cool' and 'hip' as she presumed Roxas would be in this new school. "Oh, I could never match up to how cool you probably are right now... I'm just a sad loser... always will be, I guess! Oh well, Roxie, at least I can still think about the boyfriend I'll never have, the girlfriends I'll hang about in the mall next never and the best friend I lost to some romantic-sounding-named island, right?"
"SELPH! I'm always gunna be your best friend. Anyway, I doubt I'll make any friends here, seriously, all the guys here are so mnyeh!"
"'Mnyeh'? ... 'Mnyeh'? Geez... I thought they'd be all cool and... you know... cool... living on a cool romantic sounding island like that... Well, at least I know you're still my best friend, Roxie!" There was a mumbling in the background as Roxas could hear a few mumblings, a crash and then a deep sigh from Selphie. "Yes, I'll call the ambulance, mom... Sorry Rox, I have to go, Zidane tripped over the vase again... Love youuuuu-"
Selphie was cut off abruptly, probably by her mother who was trying to deal with a bleeding son and a broken vase. Roxas sure missed Selphie; she was his only friend, and already, after about a day, he was already ready to run away. With a sandwich or two, of course.
And maybe some cheese... or pepperoni... or PIZZA!
Not that Roxas particularly enjoyed pizza, it's just that when ever he was upset or pissed off he knew he could always go to Selphie's house and... oh yeah... not anymore he couldn't...
Not Roxas really was upset.
"Oh Roxieeeee! Roxas, dear, get in the car, we're going to go and see your new school!" called a happy voice from the car. Roxas's breathing suddenly turned raspy and heavy. How could she tell him where to go, and what to do? She was a failure. A stupid failure. And... oh dear God... what would Sora say...? What has Sora already been saying about his freaked up cousin, and his freaked-up cousin's brother who's only friend was a girl and who was embarrassed his family, and stuck people's heads in toilets...
"I'm not comin-" He was cut off by a firm hand covering his mouth and hauling him into the car.
"Oh yes you are, Roxas!" cried out his father. Roxas scowled. Damn fathers. Damn it all. Damn them all. And where the hell was Mindy?
About three hours later, the whole family, having now found Mindy, were parked outside of the new school. Roxas decided that he wouldn't drive to school every day. He'd walk. He felt as much as a part of that family as a lion would feel in a duck's.
As the troupe gathered into the building, Roxas noticed that the school held elementary, middle school and high school. Roxas gulped. What ... joy... The whole family... excluding parents and older sibling... would be in the school with him.
Maybe they would make him look cool, like Rikku could give him high fives everytime she passed him, and he could give Naminé piggy-backs, and they'd all get let off when Mindy went missing... Yeah... it could be cool like that, but this was Roxas's solution to 'uncoolness' to each of these:
High-fiving Rikku: High-fiving Rikku usually caused a whole crowd of kids to watch and stare as two blonde's tried tackling each other and failing miserably as they just slapped each other's faces. One blonde would travel one way, laughing with all her new friends. The other would travel the other way, scowling, and blushing, pondering more ways to kill himself.
Piggy-backing Naminé: She's too heavy, dammit. The end.
Getting let off school to find Mindy: Oh my God! Your sister runs away from you all the time? What a freaky family!
Yeah, don't do all that stuff, under pain of death. Social death, that is.
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A/N: I'm not being desperate.
-holds up sign saying 'rIvuuue or iLL shuot yoo'-
Translation: Eat food. Not plastic. On second thought. Eat plastic. Not dogs.
Anyways, review. PLEASSSSSSSSSE!! Seriously, if you read it then you HAVE to review because then you'll get more AkuRoku stuff quicker... and I also changed the summary because it's what happens... and it was always what was going to happen... but I'm silly like that...
Skitts: What the hell? ... I think she just took over again...
Shut up, you!
Now, any bright ideas on who to pair Marluxia with... any at all.., If you don't, then we'll just have to pair him up with... DUMBLYDORE!