This one is looooong, so I hope you'll enjoy.

Again, not much to say...if any of you believe/practice any of the stuffs that I mention in this story, please don't get mad or anything if I write about something slightly different then what you know. I'm a Solitary and I'm self-taught, so this is what I know, how I know it. 'Kay?

Right, and if you aren't keen on RokuDem or whatever that pairing is called, then don't comment on it okay? Remember, my OTP is AkuRoku, and that will never change! I'm just trying out new things.

Read on...

I must admit…I was scared. Watching my mother, my only family, the only face I was familiar with in a ten mile radius, leave me, waving gaily from the window of the cab that took her from me, down the road and to the airport. I watched until I couldn't see the cab anymore, slumping back, away from the window. I sat in the study on the second floor, staring blankly out at nothing now that Melissa was gone. It was just me. By myself. For three whole days.

Most teens would be ecstatic. New, giant house, all to themselves, no parents around to tell you what to do, party time, right? Except I have no friends. I don't even know the neighbors.

I sighed and slunk down the hall, up the stairs and into my room. There was still some unpacking I had to do, but my bed was already set up and made neatly from when I made it this morning. There were now thick drapes covering the balcony door, making the room dark and dismal, even though the sun was shining brightly outside. It matched my mood at the moment.

The next hour or so I spent emptying the last of my boxes, hanging band and movie posters on the walls, putting all my clothes in the closet, getting all my toiletries set in my bathroom. I thought about having a shower, but decided against it. It wasn't that I didn't need one, because man did I need one, I just wasn't in the mood. And when you aren't in the mood to clean yourself when you know you need to, you know you're depressed.

Yeah, yeah, cry mama's boy, cry. Bleh. I really don't care if you think it's funny or pitiful that I miss my mother, but really, you would too if your mother was the only person in your life who actually cared about you.

Instead of bathing, I slid through the opening in the back of my closet and climbed up to the turret room. I made much better time since I had the sense to bring a flashlight and once there, I sat in the middle of the room and had myself a good, pansy cry. Yeah, but it felt good to let it all out, and the one place I knew I could have privacy was the turret room. I was the only one who knew it existed, so I was pretty much guaranteed no interruptions.

The musical doorbell broke into my pathetic sniffling. I sat up and wiped at my eyes, wondering who the hell could be coming over for a visit. I crawled carefully over to the window that showed the best view of the front door, peeking up over the sill, making sure I wasn't seen. What? It didn't hurt to be cautious when you were home alone…

I couldn't see who it was, and now they were knocking. I sighed. Well, there was only one way to go. I crawled over to the panel and slid it open. I'd learned my lesson and went down the slide feet first. However, though the ride was a bit smoother, I still didn't get the landing right. I shot out and realized just how high five feet was in a free fall. I flailed a bit in the air, crying out when I landed and flew forward, face planting in the dirt.

Ugh…

Jumping quickly to my stinging feet, I brushed off my shirt and spit out the grass stuck between my teeth. I ran around the house to the front, only to see the strangest person on the planet standing on my doorstep and contemplating the front doors.

He was taller than me, but then again, everyone was. His hair was odd, not in its color, which was a common sandy-brown, but its style…looked like the kind of person who would get along with my mom real well. It was spiked a bit in a strange combination of a mullet and a mohawk.

"Um…excuse me…can I help you?" I asked, tapping him on the shoulder.

The guy jumped at least three feet in the air, whirling around with a squeal. "Jeez! Don't sneak up on me like that! If I'd known you were those kind of people, I wouldn't have dreamt of coming over here!"

I raised an eyebrow at his outburst. I looked him up and down openly, figuring he couldn't think me any odder than he already did. He was wearing a pair of torn and worn jeans, was barefoot, and wore a white tank top. His eyes were large and a cool combination of green and blue that seemed to suit him perfectly. He had a bright, open aura that seemed to reach out and call others to come closer. A genuinely good person.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." I said, meaning it. I held out my hand. "I'm Roxas, by the way. Roxas Gerald Augustus Hikari."

The guy laughed. "You too, huh?"

"Pardon?" I blinked up at him.

He jabbed a thumb into his chest. "Demyx. Demyx Georgian Carter."

I laughed as he shook my hand. "Aren't eccentric names a pain?"

"No joke." Demyx chuckled, not releasing my hand even when I tugged a bit to get free. "So, you're the new kid…"

"Uh…yeah." What's up with the whole, holding my hand hostage deal? I tugged again but Demyx held tight, actually pulling me a little bit closer.

"You're kinda cute…how old are you?"

"F-fifteen." I stuttered as his face came awfully close to mine. It wasn't that I was repulsed, I was just a bit skittish. After all, I am gay…but this guy…I'd just met him. And he was obviously older.

Demyx sighed and let me go. "Such a shame…you're off limits."

"Eh?" oh yeah, I was sounding real intelligent right now…

"I'm nineteen, kido. Which makes you illegal…damn, but you're so cute."

Oh, so he was hitting on me? Well, I preened a bit. I knew it was wrong to feel this way about an older person but…Demyx was pretty attractive himself, and he was such a nice guy too…no, bad Roxas, don't go thinking about older guys like that. But… "Hey, would you like to come in for some tea?" I asked, only belatedly realizing how old-fashioned and corny that sounded.

Demyx didn't seem to mind the invitation. "Sure, sounds great. You got any Chai?"

I led him into the house to the kitchen. He didn't even look twice at the size of our house, but then again, I realized that he must live around here, so he must be used to the sheer size of the houses around here. "I think we do…" I pulled a chair over to the counter and climbed up to reach the cupboards where mom kept all our tea.

The chair slipped a bit out from under me and I squawked, feeling myself teeter off balance and start to fall.

"Whoa!" Demyx easily caught me. "You okay there, Roxy? You don't mind if I call you Roxy do ya?"

I stared up at him wide-eyed from where I was cradled in his arms. He was surprisingly strong and I felt my face grow hot when he gazed down at me just as intently as I was staring at him.

"Don't tempt me, kido." Demyx whispered, setting me back on my feet. I realized that my mouth was slightly open and I immediately snapped it shut, biting my tongue in the process. "The tea's up here, right?" Demyx asked as I sat at the table and he reached up effortlessly to grab some containers from the cupboard.

"Y-yeah," I said unnecessarily. Demyx smirked over at me.

"Rhetorical question there, Roxy."

"Yeah," I repeated and smacked myself in the face for doing so. Woden save me, I sounded like a freaking idiot. Demyx didn't seem to mind, just laughing as he filled the blue tea kettle with water, placed the ball of tea leaves in it, and set it on the stove. He sat at the table in the chair across from me and started a new line of conversation.

"So, where'd you move from and why?" he asked, resting his elbows on the table.

Now this, I could handle. I cleared my throat. "Ah, Twilight Town. We moved because my mom got her book published, their one condition being that she buy this house." I still hadn't figured out why.

"Is it just you and your mom?"

"Yep."

"Where's your dad?"

I paused, feeling my chest get tight and tears burn my eyes. "Um, he…died."

Demyx covered his mouth with a hand. "Shit, I'm sorry, kido."

I shrugged. "No big deal. It was three years ago."

"Still…"

"Nah, it's cool, Demyx." When he just smiled at me I blinked over at him. "What's that look for?"

"Nothing, it's just that…that was the first time you said my name." Demyx laughed again. He had a nice laugh. "Sorry. I'm weird like that."

"It's fine. I'm pretty odd myself." I laughed with him, glad that I now had someone to talk to and...possibly date? No! That's very bad, Roxas. Demyx was right. He was over eighteen, which made a relationship between us illegal. "So, uh, why are you here? You live nearby right?"

Demyx grinned wide, leaning in close. "Yeah, I live in the house about half a mile down that way," he pointed at the far wall of the kitchen. "And I'm glad I'm so close, now." I felt my face warm up again and knew that I was blushing, but I couldn't help it. I was gay, sure, but I hadn't had a single boyfriend, or girlfriend for that matter, and I wasn't used to flirting so easily, especially with someone I just met.

"W-what do you do for a living?" I was assuming he lived alone. Please say that he lived alone, I begged silently.

"I'm a musician with a local band. We're kinda big, not too rich and famous," Demyx leaned back with a sigh. "But we'll get there soon enough."

I nodded, dimly hearing the kettle shrieking. I stood numbly and poured two cups, setting them on the table and automatically bringing over the bowl of fresh, organic fruit mom always kept on the counter. "That sounds cool. Do you, ah, have a girlfriend…or…" I swallowed hard, trying to hide my blush by taking a sip of tea.

Demyx laughed again, taking a big bite out of an apple he'd taken from the bowl. "A boyfriend?" when I just nodded and looked away, Demyx chuckled. "Not right now, no. I'm afraid that I just recently broke up with my boyfriend of three years." He sighed, sadder now. I could see the air around him darkening, his open aura closing off.

"I'm sorry…do you mind if I ask why you two broke up?"

"It was my fault…you see, as a musician, I travel a bit, and, well, while we were out of town, we went to this party and I…kind of betrayed him." I gaped at him and he shook his head. "I know, I know, bad karma. But I didn't mean it, I tried to explain, but I understood that he was hurt and I didn't argue when he left."

I stood and sat in the chair next to him. I felt obligated to bring him back into high spirits since I'd been the one to make him tell me what happened. It was clear he was still a bit sore from it all. "I'm sorry." I placed a hand on his arm and he stood, stepping away from me.

"Don't…don't be nice to me, kido. I'll take advantage. I'm just that kind of person." Demyx warned. "I have to go." He headed straight for the door and I followed.

"You're not that kind of person, Demyx. You're a good person, I can tell by your aura." Demyx paused in the entryway and gave me a look over his shoulder. "Don't ask me to explain."

"I wasn't going to. I'm just glad to know that he's not the only one out there who's weird."

"Who?"

Demyx smiled, suddenly in a happier place again. "My roommate, well, housemate, whatever the hell you wanna call him." Demyx scratched his head. "I could call him, see if he's up if you wanna meet him." the musician suddenly had a shrewd look in his eye as he looked me up and down. As if sizing me up. "In fact…I'm gonna go get him. Sit tight." Demyx quickly kissed my forehead before jogging out the front door and down the steps, calling back as he went, "I'll be right back!"

Well…that had to be the strangest meeting I've ever been a part of…

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It had been two hours since Demyx had took off, promising to be back, and I was losing hope fast. Maybe something had come up? After all, what could a cool, hot guy like Demyx, a musician for that matter, want with a dorky little kid like me?

Now depressed, I sat at the table, chin propped up in my hand as I unnecessarily stirred my tea that had gone cold a long time ago. And of course, when you just sit and do nothing, your mind wanders and you think unnecessary thoughts and about things you normally wouldn't dwell on. For some reason, I was pondering why the publisher insisted that mom buy this house, in this neighborhood.

It clearly wasn't a very populated place, out of the way but still close enough to the city to not be a burden on the few people who lived out here. And I'd only met Demyx so far…but the musician was…different. There was just something about the blond that drew my attention, and I couldn't get him off my mind. Love at first sight? Eh, I wouldn't go that far. Maybe intense attraction at first sight. Yeah, that sounded a bit better. Maybe all the people around here were…odd and that was why so few people lived here, and even less came passing through. Well, if that was the case, then me and Melissa fit right in here. She, self-proclaimed Moon Mistress, had an eccentric personality, and as a result of that (or not) she'd produced even odder offspring.

I can't say exactly what it is about me that's so different, because I don't know exactly what it is. All I do know is that it's there. A part of me that I take in stride like any normal person does with their hair, or their shoes. Always there when you need it and the same as it was the day before.

Aura sight. I know, get serious, right? But I've got it. I don't know all that much about it, and I don't use it purposefully. Sometimes I see it, and sometimes I don't. I guess it depends on something or other, but I don't care enough to experiment and find out what. Whenever I meet certain people, I get a certain feeling around them, like a sense of their nature without them ever saying a word to me. And even other times still, like with Demyx, I could see colors swirling around a person's being. Usually it was just this pale white light that varied in intensity with each individual, but I suppose some people, like Demyx, were just too colorful to be ignored.

"Gah," I dropped my head to the table, wincing at the loud thump and the pain spreading across my forehead at the abrupt contact. "Why can't I stop thinking about him?"

Because you like him.

"No, even if that's true, it's wrong. He's four years older than me!"

So what? Mom always says that love conquers all.

"Why am I thinking about love? I'm just attracted to him is all. He's just hot. Undeniably hot. And…nice. Sweet. Gentle…"

Listen to you, mooning about like a girl…

My mind was right. And no, I'm not insane. I just have conflicting thoughts every now and then, just like everyone else. I was prattling along like a school girl with her first crush…which was the case in all aspects except for the 'girl' part. I may be gay, but I'm still a guy! And proud of it!

"Knock, knock!" a familiar, melodious voice called from the entryway. "I hope you don't mind, I just let myself in."

I jumped to my feet, promptly tripping over the chair and falling face first to the floor with an 'oof'. How utterly graceful, Roxas.

"Hey, you okay there, kido?" Demyx's face came into view as he crouched down on all fours to look me in the eye. I simply lay there, dejected and embarrassed, sprawled out on the kitchen floor.

"Yeah…" I mumbled, trying to hide my blush by turning my face away. Why did I feel so much better now that he was in the room? I was just lonely, that was all. My mom just left me alone in this strange place all by myself for days and I met someone new. I just wanted someone to pay attention to me is all.

Yeah, I'm kind of spoiled.

And a genius, since I just came up with a great way to get the attention I wanted.

I moaned a bit and curled up into a ball, pretending to be more hurt than I was, which wasn't at all. Instantly, warm, strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me from the cold, hard floor that had hurt me so (sniff). Yes, I am a bit of a drama queen on top of everything else.

"You sure you aren't hurt?" Demyx asked as he set me on my feet, looking me in the eye.

I nodded and jumped a bit when Demyx turned away and shouted back towards the front door. "Move it or lose it, Ax!"

"You're fucking insane if you think I'm stepping foot inside this damn house!" a deeper voice called back. I gasped quietly as I felt something inside, something…burning, come to life in my core at the sound of that voice.

"Just get in here you freak!"

"No!" the voice replied stubbornly. "Do you think this place is entirely covered from top to bottom in blue by coincidence? Fuck no, this place is charmed up the wazoo, and I'm not sticking around to find out why."

Demyx frowned and left, I followed simply because I wanted to see the keeper of such a voice. When I saw him, standing in my doorway, my breath caught in my throat and I swore my heart stopped beating. He was tall, slim, had red hair the color of smoldering flames that spiked away from his face, seeming to hover. Underneath ivory green eyes were two small tattoos, were they triangles or teardrops? I couldn't tell from such a distance. But the one thing that caught me most about this stranger, was how his entire being seemed to be caught in flames. I could sense the warmth radiating from his body, practically see the ghost like flames flickering over his thin frame.

Looking around the house, I noted that Demyx's face suddenly seemed to go pale and he literally jumped out of the house onto the porch. I raised an eyebrow at them. What was their problem? I had a pretty good sense of atmosphere, and this place seemed nothing but tranquil and quiet to me. An excellent place to live.

"What's the problem, gentlemen?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, staring across the foyer towards the open door. They both stood there, eyes roving over the interior. Demyx's aura had completely closed off, a wispy blue veil appearing to surround him and the ghost like flames covering the redhead's body seemed to get brighter. I blinked and looked away, my face growing hot from the heat, though the flames weren't real and he was a good ten feet away from me.

What surprised me most was how I was completely unbothered by the strange phenomena I was witnessing. I'd seen things like this before with people, though nowhere near to the degree these strangers possessed. What was it about them that drew me? Why was I suddenly becoming wary of my own new house?

"Just get out here, kid, we'll explain once we get somewhere safe." The redhead demanded, waving me towards the door. Demyx nodded vigorously and held out a hand.

"C'mon, Roxy, I know you don't know us, but please believe us when we say you could be in danger if you stay."

I blinked, suddenly wondering if these two were insane…and me as well, seeing as I was quickly shuffling over to the door and taking Demyx's extended hand. Once they pulled me out of the house, the redhead slammed the door and they led me away, down the dirty drive and into the grassy meadows spreading throughout this entire neighborhood.

Snap, freaky, huh? If you don't understand the deal they're making with all the blue in Roxas' house, don't worry. It'll all be explained soon. If you know, however, what all the blue means and why they wanted Roxas out of the house, and tell me, then you'll get...um...you'll get to add a character in here! Yes, a character of your choice from Kingdom Hearts (unless of course, they already have a set role, but I'm willing to work around that)

Peeps from LJ (you know who you are) that have already read this and have read over the other comments made on it, you aren't allowed to guess...sorry, it just wouldn't be fair.

Luffles,

-Ramen