Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Kingdom Hearts, I am merely borrowing it's characters…They belong to their respective owners…

This will be slash. Riku/Sora, Axel/Roxas, Sasuke/Naruto plus others

I might up the rating to M later so yeah...

Summary: Sora Strife was one of the unlucky ones. He had the Sight. He could see them. And the one thing he was always told was don't ever attract their attention; it was either that or death. But when he catches the attention of one of their Princes, his life will change forever and so will the lives of those closest to him…

It's un-betaed btw…enjoy!

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A/N: Yea, sorry I haven't updated any stories in forever but I had some complications... I'll try (try being the key word!) to update everything else later in the week! Sorry! Thank you so much to the lovely readers who reviewed! And those who Favorited/Story Alerted this story! BTW, I changed my pen name. It was Twilight Soldier but now it's Twilight Soltice. :)

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Chapter Three

"The Fairy then dropped three drops of a poisonous liquid on her companion's left eyelid, and she beheld a most delicious country…From this time she possessed the faculty of discerning the Fairy people as they went about invisibly."

--The Fairy Mythology by Thomas Keightley (1870)

Sora sat picking at his food, his thoughts rebelliously thinking of things they shouldn't. Forbidden things such as glowing silver hair and piercing dark emerald eyes. And pale skin…pale perfect skin that glowed like the moon only ten and hundreds of times more beautiful. And a smirk, a devilishly delicious smirk; belonging to a pale predatory beautiful face.

Beautiful… but overall very devastating.

So devastating in fact that it absolutely terrified him…and sent a jolt down his spin, not at all unpleasant. So Sora closed his eyes and willed away whatever spell he had been put under. He very well knew that this could very well be the beginning of the end.

Riku was fae…beautiful and devastating…and for some reason still unknown to him, Sora had attracted his attention.

He let out a groan and put down his fork. He ran his slightly clammy hands through his spiky chocolate locks. He felt eyes on him but he chose to ignore them. His thoughts once again straying back to what happened a few hours ago…and he felt like crying when he shivered at the memory.

Apparently Riku had found a permanent place in his thoughts.

"—look sick. Maybe you should go lie down?" Sora tilted his head to the side and caught his uncle's concerned face. The man was frowning and his worried eyes looked a little sad. Sora took a few seconds to study his face before it became too unbearable. He nodded and picked up his plate. He muttered a "Sorry" and "Good night" to the rest of the people sitting at the table before heading into the kitchen and then heading upstairs.

He knew he couldn't resist beautiful…but he'd make sure to remember it was also devastating…he was devastating.

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Roxas watched his younger twin sigh and pick daintily at his food. He couldn't help but scowl darkly as the brunette's facial features took on a pained and frightened emotion. He clutched his own fork tightly as he stuffed whatever was on his plate into his mouth and resisted the urge to yell and bitch at his younger twin.

Because something had been bugging the young brunette for days now and he wouldn't admit to what exactly was paining him.

Roxas' scowl deepened but fell from his face when he caught brown eyes scrutinizing him. He gave a cheesy smile and sent a small little wave at the owner of the now rolling eyes.

Iruka.

The man was like another father to them. He certainly acted like it anyway. He was the one that made sure they didn't slip up on homework and when Uncle Minato had to work late, he'd always come over and fix them dinner. Of course there was a downside to all this…Iruka had become so close it was practically a sixth sense of his to know when something was wrong.

And like a self-imposed father figure he always demanded what was wrong and did anything in his power to fix it.

"What's up with Brownie? He's more down than usual." Roxas turned to the speaker and couldn't help but slightly smile at the nickname Sora had been branded with. He let out a snicker before he turned to the woman who had spoken. She was a well-endowed blonde who looked quite young for her age. Her intelligent blue eyes were cold and calculating towards everyone but her family. Roxas had to admire her. Like Sora, she had the Sight too. But unlike his brother, she took on the world with a smirk. She wasn't scared. Sometimes he resented Sora for feeling such fear when this woman showed nothing but courage. "Have they been bugging him? Wait till I get my hands on those—"

"Grandma! You can't! You know that!" Roxas blurted out. He winced as the woman threw him a sharp glance.

Yes. That's right. She was their grandmother.

"What did you call me!?" she snarled and Roxas let out a nervous laugh while trying to get Uncle Minato to save his life. The traitorous man however merely began eating at a rapid pace trying to block out the sounds around him.

"Aw! Come on Tsunade dear! What's so bad about the word 'Grandma'!? We're getting old! The brats should…call…y-you…us…I HAVE IMMUNITY! REMEMBER! ONLY I KNOW WHERE THE KEYS TO THE LIQUOR CABNET ARE!"

Roxas flinched as Tsunade turned her wrath to her husband. Jiraiya. The man had spiky gray hair (the style evidently passed down to his sons and grandsons) and two tattoos on his face. He wore a gray business suit along with a red tie. For reasons unknown to him, his grandfather was obsessed with toads…. and porn. The latter, which he made a 'business' out of. Fortunately for him, his perverted books gained much popularity earning him respect and lots of money. Which added to Tsunade's pay as an excellent doctor, which in turn made the couple quite rich. Which was a good thing, considering Tsunade liked sake and liquor and loved to gamble while her other half enjoyed those same things too.

"Here we go again…" Roxas heard Naruto sigh. He quietly agreed. This happened way to often. It was a wonder they were still married. According to Uncle Minato (this information was gained by Roxas eavesdropping) the couple's arguing had been worse before the death of Roxas' father.

Cloud.

Supposedly, his twin, Sora had been made into almost an exact carbon copy of their father. They supposedly even had the same shade of eyes. The only thing Cloud managed to pass down was his shade of hair color to Roxas plus some slightly similar features. When he had first learned of this he felt resentment towards the younger twin. If they were twins, how come Sora was the one to look like their father? He even inherited the Sight, a gift that Cloud had possessed as well. It was only until he saw how much pain it brought his twin did his resentment fade.

He noticed Sora didn't own a mirror in his room.

Until that point, Roxas had no idea why. It came as a greater shock when Roxas did find out. Sora had come home one day, his eyes terrified. It took Minato hours to calm him down and when he did he relayed the horrible things he had seen. The things he saw them do. He ended up confessing that he hated the man who had passed on his curse and how he wished he could look like Roxas so that every time he looked in the mirror he wouldn't be reminded he had been cursed by someone whom he was supposed to love.

For a second, Roxas had hated the man called Cloud as well.

That faded however overtime and now Sora ended up being very precious to him. To Roxas, he was a reminder of the fact that once he did have a father. Cloud might have given the Sight to Sora but he had spared Roxas. And for that he was grateful. He felt slightly guilty about this but he promised to make this up by protecting his younger twin until he could no longer draw breath from his body. Whereas their father no longer walked or breathed or laughed along with them, he would make sure Sora did.

Naruto had agreed to help Roxas in his little mission. After all, they were all like brothers now anyways.

"WHY DID I EVER MARRY SUCH A CRAZY HOMOCIDAL WOMAN!?" Jiraiya yelled as he ducked. Tsunade had thrown at him a plate. Minato sighed and held in his whimper as he did not want to risk his mother's wrath just to save some of his china.

"…maybe cos you're equally crazy? You perverted old man." Naruto announced as he stuffed another piece of food into his mouth. "Geez…I wonder if all families are this freaking crazy…?"

"I'd feel better if they were." Minato muttered. Iruka seemed the only one to draw any pleasure from the family squabbles. He chuckled quietly to himself as Minato became the target of the couple's ire.

"Why you!!!" Jiraiya glared at his oldest son. "If Cloud was here you'd know what he'd say—"

Then everything became intolerably and painfully silent.

Roxas inwardly sighed. It didn't help that his father's name was taboo in their house. He noticed that his grandparents would never speak of their youngest son, as if they were trying to erase the fact that they ever had one. His Uncle Minato was the same way. Sometimes he'd avoid looking at Sora and in some extreme cases he'd avoid looking at Roxas as well. It frustrated him to no end, especially when it happened while Sora was around. The other teen would look down and most times he would stop talking for the rest of the day.

So it came as no surprise as Roxas felt his temper rise and he couldn't stop himself from snapping. "My father Cloud would probably say he fucking hates all your guts for trying to erase him from this family! And for making his younger son feel like total shit—"

Minato stood up knocking his chair away with excessive force. "ROXAS! You will not use that language here! Apologize to—"

Roxas stood up too. "Don't tell me what to do! You're not my father!"

And then he bolted.

Roxas ran out so fast he didn't see the after math of his explosion. He ran until his lungs burned, until his legs felt like lead, and his vision burned from the tears wanting to be let go. In the back of his mind, he knew that was he did was uncalled for but…

There was only so much someone could take.

And Roxas was up to his last reserve. He was sick of Sora's attitude at life, sick at his family's tries to ignore that fact that everything was completely wrong, and even sicker at the fact that Roxas had tried to do the same.

He abruptly stopped.

Roxas looked back and instantly knew he had wandered off to far. He looked at the surrounding buildings, squinting for details since it was now darker and it'd be night soon, and he didn't want to go back. He then spotted a welcome sight of relief. Across the street was somewhere he could spend the night and he sighed as he walked towards the front door. He took in a huge breath as he knocked three times and waited for the door to be opened. After a few seconds, the light turned on and the door opened wide and a scent of baked cookies assaulted his senses. He looked up into the confused and worried face of a pretty blue-eyed girl with dark brown hair tied into a braid.

Aerith.

"Roxas? What are you doing here on the other side of town? It's quite late and there are bad things out there…come in."

Roxas obliged and stepped inside the house. As he came in however a picture caught his attention. The frame held three people all smiling and laughing. The first was clearly Aerith when she was about his age. The change between then and now was quite clear. Back then Aerith's eyes were clear and blue and laughing. But now they held a shadow and her smile never quite reached her face anymore.

The second person was Leon. His brown hair seemed to sway in the picture as he laughed and hugged the other two close to him. His eyes were a calm and laughing brown. That changed too. Leon never laughed anymore. He barely showed emotion now except for a livid hate at the world and his anger was always quick to flare. Roxas sighed then moved unto the last, and in his mind, most important person.

His father.

Even though Cloud was laughing, Roxas could still see the shadows that clung to his eyes and the haunted look he seemed to wear in every picture was present here too. Roxas kept looking at the troubled man's face and realized with a start that Sora looked like this too. His brother even inherited Cloud's haunted look. With a pained wince he looked away and stared back into blue eyes, a shade very much like his own. But the similarity wasn't lost on him. Aerith had chocolate brown hair…the same chocolate brown Sora had.

He could tell Aerith was about to speak but he beat her to it.

"Hey…Could I possibly stay here tonight?"

The pained looked that crossed her face didn't go unnoticed. But he chose to ignore it as she silently nodded her head.

"Thanks…mom."

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Sora tried to ignore Roxas' scream and he tried to not wince and shiver as he heard the door slam. He shut his eyes closed and quickly opened them when a flash of silver threatened to engulf the image.

Why couldn't he have been born ignorant like the rest of humanity?

"I hate you Riku." He whispered. He slowly sat up on his bed from where he was laying and looked out the window. If he squinted just enough, he could catch images of shadows, and graceful figures doing who knows what outside. He turned away from that would be horrible scene and stared at his hands.

Would Roxas come back tonight?

Sora looked up at a small alarm clock and realized it was only seven thirty. Unbidden, Kari's words from earlier came back and resonated in his head. There was a party tonight…and she had invited him. He quickly grabbed his cell phone, slightly fumbling with the numbers as he called his best friend before he had a chance to make up his mind. "Kairi? Yea, its me. I was wondering…you still wanna go—yea, I changed my mind. No, I'm fine. Yea…meet you at your house?" Sora glanced out his window again and breathed in a huge amount of air. "Sure. I'll be there in thirty minutes. Bye. Oh, and Kairi? Thanks."

He hung up and got out of bed. He went over to the window and opened it all the way. He quietly got out and took a few more breaths. If he was lucky he'd get to Kairi's house with minimal interference and maybe only a small heart attack or two.

Hopefully, Roxas would be back before he came home.

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A/N: The story was inspired by Wicked Lovely but I'm going to change a few things. :) I know it seems mostly angsty right now but I promise it will get better!

Twilight Soltice