A/N: So I spent an hour on Google trying to figure out how to fake a death. I hope you guys are happy and don't try this at home. I tried to figure out Marluxia's actual name but it came up with two results and one had a 'n' in it. I was like, "Wha...?". Don't try what you read at home, please. I love you. Do you love me? I feel we have a connection.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Coke. I think I mentioned Coke. Yeah, don't own Coca-Cola. Enjoy! (See what I did there?)

Roxas' mother said no, she didn't want her only son. The Organization had to cover this up somehow. This is where Marluxia came in. He was usually in the field, but when it came to something like faking a death to cover up a failed kidnapping, this was his specialty. He himself had faked his own death.

"Lumaria! Please come over here, mommy bought you a new dress!" A slender woman would yell across the room towards her child.

"Mommy, I'm a boy, dresses are for girls!" Lumaria whined, stomping his feet with protest. At this time, he was sixteen and spoiled. He got whatever he wanted if it was approved by his mother, Nevelyn. They lived in a rather large house in Radiant Gardens, a large subdivision twenty miles away from Twilight Town.

"Not for my darling, you're prettier than a girl." She giggled as she pinched her son's cheeks. Lumaria's mom wanted a girl but she got graced with a boy. It's not like Nevelyn didn't love him, but deep down she knew that she would love him more. They treated his dad as just a decoration for the house, and that's how he treated them. It was better off this way. She went to get the bag on the other side of the room and came back. It was designer, from what Lumaria could tell. The cloud of perfume seeping from the bag seemed to engulf their house. Nevelyn carefully pulled out the dress. All Lumaria saw was the ruffles that hung from every crease, every seam threatening to take over the whole garment completely.

"Mommy, I'm tired of this!" He grabbed his coat and headed towards the door.

"Lumaria! You're pretty dress! You can't go out in jeans!" She pleaded. Nevelyn never let her son go outside without girl clothes. All her neighbor's thought her darling son was a girl. Lumaria's reply was simply a stuck out tongue and the slamming of a door behind him. He walked towards the main plaza, enjoy the snow that coated every object before and around him. Occasionally, he would stop and stick out his tongue so the gentle flakes would fall ever so gracefully in h is mouth.

"You know that snow is dirty." A red head about the same age said. He was ramming a stick into a frozen pond, trying to get it to break. Lumaria recognized this boy.

"Axel...?" Lumaria rubbed his eyes. He went to elementary school with him before Lumaria moved. They used to actually live inside Twilight Town, but his mother was remarried.

"That'd be me, now who are you?" Axel whipped around and used his stick as a cane. He leaned on it sideways causing him to look rather slanted.

"Lumaria Hayward! We went to the same elementary school." Lumaria smiled. He felt more confident in his boy clothes. His old nanny snuck him some when she saw the predicament he was in.

"Bullshit." Lumaria stepped back. Why didn't he believe him? "Lumaria was a girl. You are obviously a- wait a second." Axel moved closer, "Lumaria Hayward was a boy all along. Now would you look at that?" Axel let out a chuckle as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket.

"Axel! What are you doing? That's illegal!" Lumaria was very sheltered.

"Boo-hoo, now what's your story?" Axel asked.

"What story?"

"What story." Axel snorted, mocking Lumaria's naivety. "You know, about you having a dick!"

The boy seemed to be choking on air. "I've always had one!" He struggled to defend himself, "my mother just wanted me to be a girl, so she always put me in girl's clothes" He whined. "I'm so tired of her! I want to disappear and start again, but even that'd be hard since she gave me such a girly name!"

"Well right now you're fucking fittin' it," Axel laughed, "what do you want your name to be?"

"Marluxia" Lumaria beamed liked a toddler getting a new toy.

"Wow, you thought hard about that one," he took a drag off his cigarette, "didn't ya?"

"Don't make fun of me." Lumaria defended himself again.

Over the next two years, Axel and the newly dubbed 'Marluxia' became close friends. Axel walked a lot. He walked around the town. He studied people. Axel said it was an art. Marluxia grew apart from his mother. He started to toughen up and rebel. With the help of Axel, they bought new clothes for him that Marluxia kept safely hidden in the top of his closet.

"Axel, I want to get away from my mother and my family, for good." Marluxia said one day while eating sea salt ice cream from a local vendor. He was staying in Twilight Town with Axel for a week or two to get away from his mother. She pushed him over the edge this time by bringing home practically a whole catalog of custom made dresses. He told her that he was a boy. She couldn't accept it. Her fragile body seemed to shake at the thought.

"Well, you're eighteen now. You can move out."

"She'll follow me. She'll get my address. She'll renovate my house." Marluxia was trapped. "I'd be better off dead."

"There's a thought." Axel smirked. Marluxia's eyes lit up. "No, I didn't mean for you to-" Axel sighed, "don't tell me you're going to fake your death." Marluxia nodded and demanded Axel to hand over his phone. "You crazy bastard"

Marluxia searched on the best ways to fake a death, what to do, and everything else. Throughout the next week they gathered everything, the thoughts and even the social security number. He would just disappear. Axel offered a place to stay near the bad side of Twilight Town. Marluxia would be Marluxia James. He would dye his hair pink and grow it out. He would get a different walk, demeanor, and everything. He let Axel punch him in the face, so it would break his nose and Marluxia reset it so he would have somewhat of a different facial appearance. They left a suicide note in his mother's mailbox, saying he drowned himself in the lake. The police never found him.

"God decided that it was his time. Lumaria Hayward was a good child..." the priest went on. Two men in black where sitting on one of the benches arranged for the funeral, their collars casting shadows across their face. They were at Lumaria's funeral, which happened a few weeks after they faked his death. He was Marluxia now, an independent man who worked for Organization XIII, a team of mercenaries. Axel worked there and offered a job. Marluxia took it with no doubts. He wasn't a goody two shoes anymore. That boy was dead. His mother cried over his coffin. She had already decided she was going to adopt a girl. After they put the empty coffin in the ground, Marluxia joined conversation.

"Wasn't that guy a little weird? I'm sort of glad he's gone." He said to the man next to him.

"Yeah, he was off. All I know is that the world isn't missing much." The man swigged at his diet coke. Axel smirked, mission complete.

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Now, it's not that Marluxia has done this a million times. He's only done it three times, once on him. The others must remain unknown. A couple hours after Roxas' mom rejected the offer; he called her again and reassured her that it was all taken care of. All she had to do was hold a funeral the next day. Yes, it was short notice, but everyone should understand that she couldn't bear the burden of her child being dead and his body above the ground. She simply needed to feel like his body was buried and resting peacefully, even though it was missing. When Axel finally left Roxas, he pulled a back tooth out and cut Roxas' arm. Roxas still hasn't noticed the missing tooth. It's amazing the things you can paint over with grief and think never happened.

Marluxia went to set up a 'murder site'. The story was Roxas was mugged and fought back. The small blonde didn't win and the mugger hid the body. Marluxia smeared the blood that Axel got from Roxas and put the tooth near it. In everyone's eyes, Roxas was dead.

When Roxas finally heard the whole story, he cried.

"What if I didn't join the Organization, what if I didn't chose that!" the blonde spat.

"Axel's very persuasive, you wouldn't have not joined." Marluxia was looking at another magazine. Even though he was not Lumaria anymore, he still had a taste for the finer things at times.

"It was my choice!"

"We just made it seem that way. We made it seem like you had a way out but really we just would have killed you. Axel wouldn't have but I know a few that want to." He flipped the page. Roxas' mouth dropped.

"You smug bastard!" Roxas made a fist and lunged towards Marluxia. A hand stopped the fist in dead air.

"Now apologize, Marluxia worked hard on this." Axel smirked releasing the tiny hand from his grasp.

"You were in this too!" Roxas screamed, "I fucking hate you people!" He stormed off. He didn't know where to storm off too. He found his way outside of the abandoned building, there sat a bench. It seemed like it wanted company. He wiped off the snow and sat down. His jacket was too thin. Air flowed through the miniscule holes in the fabric. Roxas thought about running. Where would he run too? Hayner's? What would he say? Hey Hayner, I'm not dead. I was just kidnapped and my mother refused ransom so I joined them and now I don't want to be with them anymore so here I am to seek refuge at your house? No, he couldn't do any of that. He couldn't start a new life. He didn't know his social security number and he sure as hell didn't know his new one. Would you hire a sixteen year old with no home or no identification? He was offered something, and there were no other options.

"Great!" Roxas put his face in his palms, "Just fucking great!" He got up and kicked the bench's leg. The rotted wood broke before him and crumbled to the ground. The falling snow quickly clung to it like a life saver.

"My mommy doesn't want me! Wahhhhhhhhh, wahhhhhh!" he heard a mocking tone behind him. It was female. He whipped around. There was a woman that looked a couple years older than him, she had her hand one her hip. She had one piece of hair gelled like antennas on each side of her cocked head. She was mocking him.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Oh, acting all tough." She dashed towards him, "I'm Larxene," she pushed him against the wall, "now, I'm not here to hurt you, but if you really want me to I will." The blonde smiled and flashed eight throwing knives. Roxas decided it was best if he remained silent. "I heard you were in the Organization now. I wonder if they got you to replace my absence." She made a pouting face and put one finger to her chin.

"How do you know that?" Silence broken.

"Let's say a little birdie told me." She cracked her neck. "So, I have this letter and I need you to be a good boy and deliver it to Saix." Was Roxas a fucking owl now? His face turned to puzzlement. Just exactly who was Saix? "You've got to be kidding me." She sighed and held up her hand a couple inches above her. "About this tall, blue hair, co-founder of your stupid Organization, Jesus Christ." They both turned when they heard the door open.

"Larxene, what are you doing here?" Demyx was obviously happy to see her presence again. "I missed you!" He smiled.

"I'm not coming back you fucking retard; I just need you to deliver this to Saix." She handed a hurt Demyx an envelope, "and if I hear anyone else read it besides him, I'll kill you." She chucked and walked off, "Alvida say!"

"We're all not like her..." Demyx walked back into the building, leaving Roxas alone in the cold. I hope not, he thought as he went back inside. He saw Demyx hand an envelope to the man who he assumed was Saix. He saw a man at a desk with silver hair and yellow eyes. Roxas watched that man's eyebrows come together with puzzlement. Roxas wondered what was in that letter.

"I've been told to show you around." A firm hand was placed on Roxas' shoulder. He jumped and his eyes found the owner of that hand. "Xaldin," the man said, "and I don't like you either." The man walked in front of Roxas carrying a blanket and a pillow. Roxas followed him to an empty room where there was a bed, a dresser, and a night stand with a lamp. "This is your room. It's Demyx's but he shares a room with Zexion now." Roxas could have sworn he heard the word 'faggots' hidden in the sigh. "Don't bother me and I'll let you live, for now." Xaldin dropped the blankets and pillow into Roxas' arms and shut the door behind him. Roxas stared at the walls. So this is my new home, he thought.

He wanted his old life back, but his old life didn't want him.

A/N: Mmm, I hate Xaldin. He killed me over 47 times. Swear to God.