Chapter One –
In which the beginning ends
Disclaimer : I do not own any part of Kingdom Hearts/Chain of Memories/Or Kingdom Hearts 2 (tear) because if I had, the ending would have been sooo different!
He couldn't help remember the wind on his face, or the rain washing away his tears. He looked at her body and knew he would get revenge, somehow. Namine. . .
Sora bounced up and down where he sat in his normal over exuberant fashion. It was Friday; ice cream day! The one day a week that Riku would meet up with him after class and they would walk down to Scoops, the resident ice cream parlor.
Chocolate Tilt-A-Whirl or Raspberry Mushy Mushy? The internal war waged, as Sora waited for the bell to ring.
"Chocolate!!" Screamed his taste buds
"Nono!! At least the Raspberry is better for you!" Screamed his brain.
"Chocolate!"
"Raspberry!"
"Chocolate!"
"RASPBERRY!!"
"CHOC-O-LATE!!!"
Briiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnng.
The bell rang and Sora was off and running, the inner battle temporarily forgotten as he raced out the door.
Riku, with only his silver hair visible in the throng of students, could feel the impending doom upon him, before he saw the hurtling form.
"Sora NOOOO!!"
But it was too late. The small brunette was already nuzzling his check against Riku's chest, oblivious to the fact they were now both sprawled out on the floor; Sora's doing. Although he could hear the laughs of on-looking students, and feel a blush creeping up his cheeks, Riku couldn't help but wrap his arms around Sora and laugh too.
"Weirdo. Get up, or we won't ever get to Scoops." Riku mumbled into a mass of brunette spikes.
And with that Sora was up in a bound, pulling Riku along by the hand, calling back to Riku as he expertly wove through the crush.
"Riku, can I get two today?"
Riku chuckled, and couldn't resist the opening. "Why? It seems to me you've already got enough sugar in you for today."
Rising to the occasion, Sora took the bait as he glowered at Riku over his shoulder.
"Nuh uh! And the whole thing about sugar making you hyper is a total lie, everybody knows that!"
"Well then why don't you just go ask this Everybody to buy you an extra ice cream?"
"Rikuuuuuu!!"
Riku laughed, but Sora pouted, and that was the end of that battle.
"Ohh alright. . . you can get two. . ."
They sat in one of the deco booths at the Scoop. Sora happily munched on his second ice cream cone, as Riku sipped absentmindedly at his chocolate shake. He was having more fun watching Sora race the ice cream down the sides of the cone, getting more on his hands and face then anywhere else.
"You know, the object is to get the ice cream in your mouth."
Sora glared and stuck his tongue out. "Oh be quiet!"
Riku grinned wolfishly "Although I am, having more fun watching you lick your fingers."
Sora rolled his eyes, but a tell-tale blush and a slight smile soon had Riku winking and Sora laughing.
"Hey, did you hear about that new kid in town?" Riku asked.
Sora didn't find it at all odd that Riku was asking. It was a big deal for new people to have moved into Destiny Island. It was a small town, and like every other small town all of the inhabitants knew each other by name.
Not to mention everyone knew your business almost before you did, Sora thought ruefully.
His thoughts were broken, however, when his ice cream started to drip down his fingers and onto the table.
"A little, why?" Sora said hurriedly as he tried to lap up the liquidy goo.
"I don't know, people keep saying he's weird."
"I heard he's supposed to be really cute."
Riku's face lost all color, and Sora could almost see the steam coming out of his ears. Although Sora loved to torture Riku, he couldn't help the look of rejection on his face. So, leaning over the table, Sora bit and licked Riku's neck quick and then grinned, all teeth and silly face.
"Not as cute as you though."
Pride and ego redeemed, Riku grabbed his neck in mock affliction and glared half-menacing across the table.
"Oooh, I'll get you later for this."
The look was lost when Riku wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips, and dragged a decidedly pink Sora out of the ice cream parlor.
Roxas looked out the window of the new house. It was small, and quaint, and dark. He didn't really mind the size, or care what it looked like at all, but the dark he noticed. He felt it in his very being.
And the loneliness. . . It's very lonely here.
He nodded silently, agreeing with himself. The dark he could face. He'd once fought the darkness and won. But now he had no light, because she was gone.
Face bleak, Roxas turned away from the window to look at the big beg occupying most of the room. On it laid a suitcase, and he assumed he should unpack. Really, he didn't know how long he'd be here, but it hoped it wasn't that long. Though he had a bit of money from his previous- his old- life, and though things were cheap on Destiny Island, he couldn't stay here forever. No one could run from their past.
Laughing so hard he almost cried Roxas shook his head hard as if to clear it. He wished he could run from his past, or at least pretend to. But he couldn't, and he'd tried.
Sure, to the outside world he looked like everybody else his age (which he really didn't know) but he wasn't. He had known and seen things that no one else had. Things that didn't make sense or that no one else seemed to notice. He had always had a feeling that things were not what they appeared. And then she had come along, clearing out the cobwebs, and giving him light.
Oh Namine. . .
His heart clenched, and he refused to think any further. She was gone, and he had been spared, and that was that. Having found no reason why she had been taken and he had not, Roxas had then sworn to avenge her.
It hadn't taken him long to find out the identity of her murder. Or rather, murderers. They belonged to a notorious Organization XIII. At the time Roxas had smirked. To him it sounded more like a group of thugs than anything else. But the smirk had been almost literally wiped off his face as he had found out who they truly were. Member by rotten member, Roxas had fought his way through the world of secrets and lies surrounding the Organization.
Now the path of vengeance had brought him to this small town, where he would seek out a cast off of Organization XIII.
"Axel…The supposed master of fire."
To his own ears his voice sounded rusty. But he rarely used it these days, so he wasn't surprised. Saying the name again he rolled it around on his tongue, getting himself accustomed to it. Just saying it thrust his blood singing through his veins; he chalked it up to the chase, and finally being close to real answers.
He hoped the guy lived up to his name.
The guy in question was currently wolfing down hot dogs at a disgusting rate, chili and cheese all over his face. . .
A/N: Yay, so first chapter of first fanfic is up! Please be kind and R&R! Chapter two is already in the making.
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