a/n: So I'm basically throwing out most of what I know about writing and running with it for this fic. It's experimental for me, but I've never had a first chapter come so easily. No, the whole thing won't be told like this...you'll see what I mean.
I'd like to warn you that this will contain shounen ai and language. (Y'know...the bad kind of language.Of course it's language...cough)
Anyway. As a disclaimer I do not own Kingdom Hearts.
And in conclusion...if you're going to read this, then please leave me a review. Especially with this work, because I have no idea if it's good or crap or whatever. Thanks, hope you enjoy the read!
"God dammit!"
Were the two words that preceded the peculiar noise that an extremely heavy box makes when it falls on a person's sandaled feet. In this case, the victim and culprit of said action were one.
Which was actually pretty lucky for a hypothetical culprit, because this guy has a pretty sharp temper and a tongue to match.
This type of story doesn't normally feature the type of guy who was currently cursing his clumsiness and all makers of boxes to high hell, simultaneously dragging himself up five flights of steps to his new apartment.
But this type of story doesn't normally let people choose what happens to them either, and this guy certainly wasn't betting on the series of events about to crash around his ears.
This was the guy who graduated with a 4.0 from highschool and never studied for tests.
The guy who laughed at kids who read dirty magazines in study hall and got caught while he read dirty novels in class and got praised.
This guy is the one who stayed on the fringes of the "cool" group in school, never entering their territories because he had more disdain than jealousy in his body and he just didn't give a damn because the universe was too big for him to put up with all the shit that highschool revolved around.
Maybe you remember him. Maybe you think you know him.
Except that's all you do, is think----cause the truth is that nobody knows this guy, and quite frankly nobody desires to know this guy.
He wasn't cool and he wasn't popular.
But secretly, everybody wanted to be him. Know why? Because in the midst of their silly romantic hormone-induced troubles, they sensed it---
The fact that this guy had no drama. No trauma. No complex group of friends. No backstabbers. No rumors. He was above all that craziness because he wanted to be above it, and they wanted to want it like he did.
In the back of his head, he probably knew it too.
Little does he know that it's what he doesn't know that's about to hurt him. The fact that a wrong word thrown in a wrong way to the wrong person can lead to the wrong situation damn quick. The fact that sometimes you don't get to choose who you obsess over. And the fact that these two facts put together just don't equal the same thing that they did back in highschool.
This guy didn't know it, but his personality wasn't quite as unique as he'd always perceived it to be. Almost. But not quite, not enough to satisfy the person who he would come to know.
This guy's name is Roxas.
And this is his story… no matter what anyone will try to tell you later.