A/N: Okay…so this is my first attempt at yaoi, so, it ought to be interesting to say the least. I'm just running with this idea and hoping that it works out well. I'm totally open to constructive criticism (In fact, I hope for it. I love discussing my writing with other people), but I'm not too keen on flames. My leads are male and they will eventually end up MAKING OUT. You have officially been warned. Oh, by the way, I got my idea for this from The Mediator series. I don't remember who its by (I wanna say Jenny something, but who knows? Anyway, it's Meg Cabot's alter ego)

DISCLAIMER: Well, that just says it all, doesn't it? I don't own Kingdom Hearts, nor do I have any affiliations with Squeenix (Although that would be pretty freakin' awesome).

Chapter 1

Tuesday, early afternoon

It was a big, beautiful house, but it wasn't home. Roxas stared at the mansion, trying to hide his pleasure at the beauty. He was mad, dammit!

At the age of seventeen, he'd been forced to moved away from Twilight Town, the place where he'd lived every second of his life, to the big city of Hollow Bastion. The house they were moving into was more of a mansion. It looked somewhat like a castle, the edifice made completely of stone, and a large circular tower on the left side of the house.

He couldn't deny its magnificence, but he also couldn't help but feel like he was betraying the small one story they'd owned back in Twilight Town. He was furious with his mother for forcing them to move. His mom had gotten a really good job offer, so they'd thrown away everything they had, ripping Roxas out of the middle of his junior year of high school to move across the country.

Roxas' mother approached, throwing her arm around his shoulders. "It's beautiful, isn't it? You see the tower room? That's yours." She smiled brightly, and he had to admit to a small thrill of excitement at the thought of the tower bedroom. He refused to let her see it, though. "Think of it as a fresh start, Roxas," she murmured. "I know you miss him, but this is a chance to move on with our lives and we should make the best of it."

He glared down at the rainbow shoelaces threaded through his shoes. They had been given to him as a joke last Christmas from his twin, Sora. Roxas had put them in his shoes to continue the joke and had never gotten around to taking them out.

It was Sora who tried next. While he'd been upset at the idea of moving, Sora had an incapacity to be mad for any true length of time. Roxas, however, could hold a grudge like no other.

"Come on, Roxas! Let's go check it out!" he exclaimed, latching his fingers around Roxas' wrist and pulling his less then enthusiastic brother through the front door. While Roxas tried to resist by digging his heels into the ground, it didn't much matter. Sora stopped dead in the entryway, staring with his mouth hanging wide open. His deep blue eyes glittered with excitement as he turned to look at Roxas.

"Look at it!" was all he could say. It was hard to fake being unimpressed. The hall was beautiful, furnished with dark wood, a large grand staircase extending from the second floor to the first, the handrails intricately carved and hooking out in opposite directions at the end. The second floor landing was open, only a handrail obstructing the view. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, electric candles placed inside it. A pair of French doors rested on the right side of the hall and an open archway on the right led to a large room that appeared to be a dining room. The floors were made of the same shiny wood as the stairs.

Sora began dragging Roxas again, exploring every nook and cranny of the house with intense pleasure. After they'd gone everywhere else, they finally came to a door at the end of the upstairs hallway. This door was the same dark wood as the rest, but it was different in the fact that there was a hook for a padlock on the outside of it. Roxas pulled the door open to be confronted with a narrow set of stairs and at least six locks lined up on the inside of the door. He started up the stairs, which creaked painfully loud in the sudden hush of silence that had befallen the twins. At the top of the stairs, they came to another door, which led out into a circular room with a pointed ceiling. The tower. Roxas' room. It really was amazing, with one rather large window overlooking the entire city, a paradise of solitary freedom.

The entire room was furnished, all the furniture rounded so it could fit comfortably in the round room. It was all made of black wood, the bed a king-sized canopy with deep red drapes. It was perfect.

Sora let out a low whistle. "Wow, Roxas, you're so lucky. Look at all of this!" Roxas nodded silently, going to stand by the window. He looked down at the yard below, where he could see the movers bringing box upon box into the house where his mom instructed they go.

Just when he began to feel that maybe, just maybe, things wouldn't be so bad, he felt it, a strange stirring inside his chest, like someone had just jostled his heart. He took in a sharp breath and whipped around, but he only caught a slight flash of red in the corner of the room.

Sora looked concerned. "What is it?"

Roxas shook his head, avoiding looking Sora in the eyes. "It's nothing. Nothing."

He felt bad about lying to Sora, his twin, best friend, and other half, but how could he not? Sora would think he was crazy if he knew the truth. Roxas wouldn't expect any different from him. It wasn't that Sora was quick to judge, but how could anyone be considered sane when they saw what Roxas did?

Sora looked like he was about to say something, but there was the loud tread of footsteps on the creaky stairs before he could. Two big guys made their appearance, both lugging a stack of three big boxes apiece. Those six boxes held everything Roxas owned. He'd had to get rid of a lot during the move, including all his furniture. His mother must have known that his room came pre-furnished.

"Where do you want it, kid?" One of the guys grunted.

"Just put it anywhere," Roxas waved his hand vaguely over the room.

The boxes were set in the "corner" (circles don't have corners, but they were out of the way, nonetheless), and the guys lumbered back downstairs. Roxas grabbed the closest box (they were all neatly labeled "Roxas' junk") and lifted it onto his bed, pulling the top open. His clothes looked out at him, all still on the hanger due to Roxas' laziness. He grabbed a handful of hanger heads and pulled half of the clothes out of the box. There was an old fashioned bureau with two doors that opened out instead of a closet, so Roxas hung them in there.

He continued with this method until the two boxes full of clothes were hung up, or, in the case of his pajamas and underclothes, stacked in the small dresser/bedside table.

He stacked the empty cartons next to the door, turning to the boxes filled with his stuff. He grabbed the biggest one and hefted it up, knowing that his stereo was in there. He had his stereo set up in minutes, the main console sitting on top of the bedside table, the four speakers placed strategically around the room. He dove back into the box and pulled out his CD case, popping in The Used.

It was his favorite CD for the moment, the perfect mix of heavier stuff and nice soft ballad types. The music made unpacking pass much faster, and soon, there was a knock on his door, Sora sub-sequentially entering without waiting for an answer. He plopped himself on Roxas' bed and surveyed the room, finally nodding with consent.

"I like what you've done with the place," he grinned.

"Thanks," Roxas muttered distractedly organizing his books on a shelf.

"Mom sent me up to tell you its time to eat," Sora said a bit impatiently. If there was one thing to be said about Sora, it was that he had a stomach as big as his heart. With those two extremely large bits, Roxas sometimes had to wonder where Sora's body kept all his other organs. He stuck the last book in its place and stood up, dusting imaginary dust from his jeans.

"All right. Lets go." Sora jumped up and raced down the stairs, Roxas following at a leisurely pace behind him. They had to step around boxes all over the place, making an impromptu maze until they finally reached the kitchen, where two boxes of pizza and a two-liter of Coke awaited them. His mother had pulled out the fine china (also known as paper plates, cups, and napkins) because she had yet to unpack any real dishes. Just as well, though. It meant there were no dishes to be done.

They were barely five minutes into their meal when the doorbell rang, a loud chiming throughout the house.

"I'll get it," Roxas and Sora said in the same breath, heading to the front door. They hardly glanced at each other, neither bothering to stop and sit back down as they made their way around the boxes. Roxas actually reached the door first, pulling it open to reveal three people. The first two he focused on were girls, one with hair the color of red wine; the other's a blonde so pale it was almost white. They had the same face, undoubtedly sisters.

A silver-haired male stood to one side, his face impassive. His arms were crossed over his chest, revealing him to be, quite frankly, ripped. Roxas vaguely wondered how any one person could get muscles like that.

"Er, hi. Jeez, Sora, get off!" he greeted awkwardly, almost falling flat on his face as Sora barreled into his back, trying to see around the door. "Can I help you?"

"Hi!" the red headed girl greeted brightly. "My name is Kairi. This is my twin, Naminé. The grouchy one is Riku. We just wanted to be the first to welcome you to the neighborhood!" She spoke very fast, not letting a word in edgewise, but she seemed nice enough. Neither Naminé nor Riku said a word during this entire exchange, though Naminé did smile shyly in his direction.

"I'm Sora!" His brother had finally pushed his way into the view of the door, a happy grin spreading across his face. Sora had always loved making new friends and meeting new people. "This is my twin, Roxas."

"Wow, another set of twins!" Kairi exclaimed excitedly. Roxas was almost shocked. Her bubbly attitude was enough to rival Sora's. That in and of itself was an extreme accomplishment and a tiny bit scary to think about. The havoc those two could wreak upon the world…

Naminé's eyes met his and she smiled as if to show him that she completely agreed with his conclusion.

"Is she always like this?" Roxas asked her. She let out a tiny grin and nodded.

"Yes. Is he?"

"Absolutely," Roxas sighed. They would have said more, but they were interrupted by loud shrieks of, "We should totally hang out!" "Totally!" from both their siblings.

"God, Sora, could you get any more flamboyantly gay?" Roxas sighed.

"You're just jealous because you're not as comfortable in your own skin as I am," Sora sang teasingly.

His twin was the epitome of the gay guy, while Roxas himself was much less flashy about his sexual preference. Roxas didn't see any point in pointing it out unless he was asked. After all, did any one else introduce them self by saying, "Hi, I'm so-and-so, I'm straight."? No. No they didn't.

"Roxas, Sora? The food is getting cold!" their mother called from the kitchen.

"Be right there, mom!" they called in unison.

"We've got to go, but we should definitely hang out soon," Sora gushed.

"Here, give me your number!" Kairi pulled out a pink cell phone and exchanged hers with Sora's. Naminé cast Roxas a quick grin and held up her phone, which was encased in a white cover. Roxas handed her his own and he entered his number into it and gave it back.

"Great, we'll talk to you later!"

"Bye!" They closed the door and started back towards the kitchen.

"They seemed nice," Sora commented as they made their way back toward the kitchen.

"I don't know, the guy gave me a weird feeling," Roxas muttered.

"He's probably just shy," Sora shrugged.

"I don't know. He made me uneasy."

Sora shot him a long, hard look.

"You're probably just imagining things. He's most likely harmless." Roxas nodded but he wasn't convinced. He couldn't quench down the uncomfortable feeling, and it didn't make him feel any better when he saw that flash of red out of the corner of his eye again. It made him think back to the conversation he'd almost had with his brother earlier that afternoon. He knew he'd have to talk to Sora eventually, but he wasn't quite sure what he was going to say. After all, how were you supposed to tell someone that you could see, speak to, hear, and touch ghosts?


A/N: So, there ya go. First chapter, what do you think? I know, no Axel yet, but he'll be here soon enough. Most likely in the next chapter. If not, the one after that, definitely. Reviews make me giggle.