Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kingdom Hearts, even if it is the best thing in the universe.

Summary: Axel is normal kid in a loving family with only one problem: money. Roxas is a rich kid, unloved, and unhappy - stranded in a small town for the summer. What kind of magic could spark between these two? Read and find out!

Warning: Mature and willing readers only. This story contains same-sex parings between men (yaoi) and sexual content. If this isn't your kind of thing please do not read or leave negative reviews. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Dedication: This is for my older sister Julia, who helped me write it, and supports me no matter what. Thank you girly!

Note: This is my first story writing about my two favorite fictional characters, Axel and Roxas, and so I am little worried about messing it up. My sister told me I write in thought too much, and so I am trying to tone that down. The beginning may be a little slow, but please stick with me! I'm trying.

Also please note, that this is just a chapter to get a FEEL for the characters and where they come from. The rest rest will be written from Axel's POV and will pick up I swear. Please don't judge weather or not you like this story from this chapter.

THANKS FOR READING!!

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A Testimony of Time

An Introduction of Character

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Part One:

Hi, my name is Axel

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I sit on my back porch, watching the sun sink low behind the trees, and letting the evening set in around me. The air is stale, it comes with the hot weather of summer, but the night comes in clear and confident. With just a glance you could see the stars start blooming from the darkness in the sky – but the most encouraging thing amidst all this is the moon.

Large and round it settles itself in the distance, always seeming within reach, as its reflection shines on the surface of the lake in front of me.

The house I live in was passed down through my mother's side of family, and when my uncle died, we got the house. It rests just beside Travelers Town Lake, right across from the richer area of town, like an unconscious reminder of our place. The wealthier people in Travelers Town made sure they lived it up. Their zip code was like a city in its own, with houses as large as castles, and streets as clean as silk sheets.

I loved looking across the water at a dream, a life, which I would never achieve. I got to see all the beauty these people lived in and never really saw themselves. I worked and appreciated everything I got, those people took it all for granted, and this luxurious sight was the constant that kept me from thinking like they did.

I get up, stretch, and head back into the house. Inside my mother is cleaning up after dinner, while my father sat on his ass in the living room, yelling more than watching a football game. I close the back door and give my mother a small kiss on the cheek. What can I say? I'm a mama's boy.

"Hey sweetie," she smiles. "What were you doing out there? You seem to be going out there more and more lately."

"Just watching day turn into night," I say shrugging and move towards the stairs.

"Well, you make sure you get to bed soon, Axel. Just because its summer vacation doesn't mean you can start slacking off – and I am not driving you to work again because you can't seem to get up on time." I laugh and spin around to face her in an army solute.

"Sir, yes, sir!" I shout, causing her to make one of those mom faces, and shoos me away with her hand.

Upstairs I pull of a copy of my favorite novel "Chains of Memories" and begin to read. When I reach the next chapter I stop, marking my page, and turn off my light to sleep.

Through my window I see utopian paradise across the water, and just when I am about to turn away from it, I see a shooting star dart across my line of vision. Wide eyed I think about something to wish for before it is too late. Coming up short I whisper something simple, something that would happen no matter what. I wished for change.

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Part Two:

Welcome to Roxas's World

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The news my parents decided to dump on me last night had ruined all hope of getting away from them this summer. Now instead of running off to Destiny Island: Day Spa and Resort, with Kairi and Riku, I'm stuck going to Travelers Town with my parents.

"Good morning master Roxas," a maid addresses me, bowing her head.

Awake, showered, and dressed I head downstairs to breakfast. "Good morning," I say nodding to her. She moves passed me silently; clearly flustered I spoke to her, to clean my room. I smile to myself as I head down the spiral staircase, she must be new.

In the dining room my Mother sits at the end of the table, laptop in front of her, and coffee in hand. "Are you packed, Roxas?" She says not even raising her head to look at me.

"Good morning to you too Mother," I smile as sarcasm drips off my words. "If you wondering," I continue eyeing the newspaper, "your maids seem to packing my things as we speak." I drop the newspaper, uninterested; the comics have been taken out.

I sit and look at the breakfast that has been laid out before me. A plate with pancakes, eggs, and bacon stare at me next to the assortment of drinks already pored for me that consist of milk, orange juice, and water along with a fruit plate and a mug of hot chocolate. And in case you're wondering, yes, next to the hot chocolate is a small plate with marshmallows.

Suddenly I lose my appetite but because I know that kitchen staff worked hard to make this for me, I eat half of everything on my plate. When I'm done I pick up the plate of untouched fruit, put three marshmallows in the hot chocolate, and head towards the kitchen.

As I pass my mother looks up from her work and gives me a warning glance, which I ignore, and continue on my way.

In the kitchen the servants are cramped together eating on an old wooden table that sits in the corner on the room. Discreetly I place the plate of fruit on their table. They all look up at me and smile; no words are exchanged. I walk to the end of the table and give the hot chocolate to a small boy no older than ten, who with wide eyes, mouths a 'thank you' which I return with a strong nod.

Ever since I was little I have always talked to 'the help'. As I got older, never growing out of my habit, my parents started punishing me for talking to them. Over time I learned not to say more than was expected, but that didn't stop me from giving them little souvenirs of my appreciation.

I leave, knowing there isn't anything else that can be done, and move up back to my room.

Suddenly clean, complete with a made bed, my room is quite simple. I didn't design it and most of things in it were put there for looks, but the book shelf and art supplies belonged to me.

Those things gave me an outlet from just about anything. And these were things the maids wouldn't have packed.

Fishing out a book bag I pack things I really need: Two sketch books, a pencil bag, and my favorite novel "Chains of Memories". Along with my laptop, cell phone, and ipod I was complete, and ready to go.

I sling my bag over my arm and turn to leave. I'm almost hesitant but this place really doesn't hold anything for me – so to make a scene and keep up my persona with my parents – I slam the door and practically run into the house butler, Charles.

I stop just in time, face to face with the man the pretty much raised me, his face is dead serious as always.

"Charles," I say drawling his name out.

"Master Roxas your car is ready." He points to the front door, "and your parents are waiting."

"Thank you, Charles." I reply grinning, "Aren't you going to wish my a nice summer? I will miss me won't you?"

It's a rare moment when Charles shows his emotions and this time it is no different. He pauses, looks around – and when he's sure no one can see us, he smiles. But not just any smile, a real full blown smile, that makes my heart swell. We hug quickly and he whispers – "Have a wonderful summer."

Then the moments over, and he regains his composer.

Leading me to the door, he addresses me as his master, giving me a light good bye. My parents are watching.

I walk stiffly to my ride, and would you know it? I'm riding alone. I don't complain though, its not that I want to ride with them for the six hour road trip, it just busts my bubble that they are so discussed with me that they don't want to ride with me.

My mother and father say nothing to me as they head to their cars, and just to get on their nerves I yell: "HAVE A NICE RIDE!" and get into the car.

My driver knows me well enough to know I like to watch movies on lone trips. The screen is already down, and selections of my favorite movies are on the floor, ready for me. I instantly find something to watch, Plant Earth on DVD, and put in the first disc.

As the narrator starts talking I lie down across the seat and close my eyes. "Wake me up when we get there," I tell my driver – I know he can hear me.

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Six hours later my driver does his job and wakes me up. He also informs me that my parents have left for the night, a meeting, and won't be back for the rest of the day.

This doesn't effect more than the thought that I'll have the house to myself, so I collect my bag, and get out of the car.

The house is big – but not as big as our other house – but it is beautiful. Made of all red brick, its french doors stand high with white trim and ivy grows around it in random places, the front pouch is surrounded in flowers. The house has charm that's for sure, and I have to wonder if my parents even notice this fact.

I shrug to myself and move into the house. There a different butler greets me.

"Master Roxas! We have been expecting you. Here let me take your bag and I can show you to your room." He holds out his hand.

"No thank you," I am sure to be polite. "And I'd like to see the rest of the house first, if that's okay. If it's not ready I understand." He smiles at me – I can tell it's forced.

"Of course, the house is indeed ready for you, let me show you around."

He shows me it all. Turns out there are about five different bathrooms, a dining room with a table much too large, a sitting room which no one will use, a living room with a large TV and any game platform you can think of – complete with almost every game and movie, anther sitting room complete with fire place, a kitchen I am not allowed in, and six rooms total.

The best part of the whole house is the backyard.

Not necessarily because it was huge and beautiful to the point of tears – because it was without a doubt the most beautiful place I have ever laid eyes on – because it over looked the anther part of Travelers Town.

A realer part of life, the kind of life where a person could live like… well a normal person, not the object I was. It seemed like the sort of place where people could be open about their feelings and relationships- where I could be equal with other people. Maybe I was wrong, but it didn't really matter, I didn't have a choice in my future.

No matter what I did, what kind of scandal I caused, I would take over my fathers business. To me it seemed unreal, unfair, and unenviable. But that was my life and I could accept that.

Sometime in the course of my thoughts, the sun was replaced by the moon, and the stars started blossom in the sky. "Beautiful," I breath as I gaze up into the night. Then, just as I am about to go back inside, a shooting star crosses my vision.

I gasp and remember something Riku had told me about shooting stars.

Roxas, when you see a shooting star, you gotta hurry and make a wish! If you do I'll totally come true. I swear.

I smile at the memory and think of a wish. When I get one I don't take any chances so I say it out loud:

"I wish something would change in my life."

And with that I head inside. I'm sure I have something planned tomorrow.

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This is just a chapter to get a FEEL for the characters and where they come from. The rest rest will be written from Axel's POV and will pick up I swear. Please don't judge weather or not you like this story from this chapter.