New story? How's that sound?

And what do we have in this story? Cat ears and tails! Yay! Everyone in this is born with kitty ears and a tail and they loose them…well that's explained in the A/N at the beginning of chapter one. Just know that everyone (except most adults) appear normal, like you and me.

Anyways, for those who know of the manga/anime Loveless, will understand the concept of the kitty parts. Those who don't will get detailed explanations later on in chapters that really matter. Questions are welcome and encouraged!

Basic pairings: AkuRoku, Soiku, Clack, Zemyx as well as others ;)

Thanks to my wonderful muse for supplying me with the idea of a Loveless/KH story. You know who you are, you wonderful person you.

Disclaimer: Anything KH or Loveless doesn't belong to me. I own, well not much. A simple plot? Woot.

Alright, now we get to the wonderful pairings! Everyone in the Organization is paired with someone. If you don't like my decisions (these are based off of my personal preferences for Organization pairs) then I'm sorry. I'm not changing.

So enjoy and keep watch for my A/Ns at the beginning of each chapter because I will be explaining things that are unfamiliar to non-loveless people.

"I didn't mean to leave you behind. It just kinda happened, you know? I just thought…maybe without me, you could be happier."

There's no point in both of us ruining our lives, right?

I'm sorry, please know that.

I love you.

I groaned slightly as I was woken from my slumber, rubbing my head and blinking the sleep out of my eyes. Again. Once again I had heard words, different words each night, being read in a voice that I wasn't too familiar with. Those words, they seemed too familiar, yet I couldn't place the connection that I had with them.

I was tired of waking up confused, wondering where these dreams could be coming from. I just got a feeling that everything I was picturing in my sleep was of something that I've done before. Like I had lived in some other world my whole life. But that wasn't true. I've always lived in Twilight Town. Since I was little up until now. All seventeen years.

I yawned, then stretched while rubbing my eyes and blinking up at the ceiling. The sun shone through my window, the glowing orb rising up from behind the railroad tracks. The forever orange sky was always a nice site to wake up to, the mixing array of colors a beautiful thing.

Glancing at my clock, I noticed that it was only eight. Normally I slept in, being that it was summer vacation. But lately I've been waking up earlier and earlier, something uncharacteristic about myself. I was a dead weight when I slept; nothing seeming to wake me up ever.

Reluctantly I decided that I should get up and get ready for the day. Today Pence was leaving to visit some family and Olette, Hayner, and I were to see him off later.

The four of us had been lounging around in the Usual Spot all summer, being lazy bums and not doing our summer assignments. It didn't exactly matter, at least not to me and Hayner, but we were both sure we could put it off until Olette made us get our hinds in gear and finish it the week before heading back to school. She's a homework Nazi obviously.

As I swung my legs over my bed, I stood up and didn't move for a moment, finding my balance. My tail swished around my legs, a natural motion in the morning that seemed to be uncontrollable. I reached back and grabbed the golden yellow tail, holding it in my hand and watching as it moved, tickling my palm. Sometimes I believed the thing had a mind of its own.

Finally I grabbed clothes from my dresser and headed in towards the bathroom, taking a quick shower before I stood before the mirror, wiping the condensation off with my hand.

Gods did I look horrible. My skin looked sickly pale. There were also dark circles under my eyes, giving me a down right dead look. My cat ears drooped and I groaned. There was no way I'd be able to cover this mess and surely Olette would give me a big lecture on getting enough sleep. But I couldn't explain to her why I was waking up in the middle of the night, tossing and turning and having strange dreams. No way, no sir. Hearing unfamiliar voices speaking strange words wasn't something normal and she'd probably freak out even more, saying I should see a shrink or something like that.

I went downstairs after getting dressed and upon seeing my mother I smiled and tried my best to look bit more chipper than I felt. No such luck. She smiled at me, tucking a stray piece of blonde hair behind her normal human ear and motioned for me to sit at the table. "Good morning Roxas. Did you sleep well?"

I couldn't say anything to her so I nodded, doing my best to look like I'd had a perfect nights sleep. But I could tell by the look on her face she knew better. She could read me like an open book, but the good thing about her was that she never tried to be overbearing and get all in my business. Instead she watched; a silent guard dog of sorts and I knew she would always be there if I needed to talk to her.

"I have to run to the store today after work so I'll be home late, alright? Is there anything you need or want?"

"No mom, thanks," I answered back. She gave me that look, the one that read, 'I can tell something is up' but she let it all go, thankfully.

Being that she was my only parent, we were close. I'd never known my dad and as horrible as it sounds, I've never cared enough to ask about him. It's always been me and mom, and I've never had a problem with that. We got along like best friends but when it was needed she had always stepped right into Super Mom mode, complete with love filled hugs and offers for cookies. It was great and our relationship, in my opinion, was perfect.

"Well, you eat your breakfast, have a wonderful day, don't stay out too late, and I'll see you when I get home. You should see if any of your friends want to come over later for dinner! It could be our own family night!"

I couldn't help but smile as I poured some cereal into a bowl. Every time she offered to have my friend over it always turned into a 'family night!' Most likely because she considered my three best friends her own children. The thing I loved most about my mom was that she was one of those cool moms who is friends with your friends and even if your friends show up at three in the morning she won't throw a fuss. Instead she'll ask if there's a problem. If not, then she'll let it slide for the time being. If there is a problem then she'll make hot chocolate and sit and talk to them, trying to help.

"I'll ask them mom," I said and poured milk into the bowl. I could hear her grabbing the keys from the front table by the door. "I love you!" I called after.

"Love you too!" she called back and the door shut behind her.

Faintly I could hear voices outside, some laughing and then the front door opened again. There were footsteps and finally Hayner appeared in the archway to the kitchen. He grinned at me. "You're awake? I didn't expect this."

"Strange, right?" I said back and scooped up a spoonful of cereal. I scratched behind my ear, then smoothed my hair down like it was going to help my appearance.

"Looks like you could have used that extra bit of sleep," Hayner joked and ruffled his hand through my hair. I scowled and smoothed my golden locks down once again. He playfully tugged at one of my ears and I let out a small hiss. I hated it when people touched my ears.

"Amara invited me over for dinner tonight," Hayner said and made himself right at home, preparing himself a bowl of cereal. That's just how it was at my house. Everyone was welcome and treated like family, and Amara, my mother, had made it clear to all of my friends that they were to act just as if they were at their own house. Hayner and Pence had agreed fully, never hesitating to raid the closets. Olette was a bit more respectful and asked sometimes for something, to which Amara would frown at her.

"Figures," I muttered. "Well, are you coming?"

"Can't," he said and grabbed a spoon from the drawer. He joined me at the table. "My aunt's coming over today. Aunt Jaline." I winced at the name, mainly because my last encounter with Hayner's oversized aunt was unpleasant and something I would rather leave back in the depths of my mind. The scariest thing about her was that she was in her mid forties and still possessed her ears. That was something entirely unheard of in our society and it was just weird, if not a little funny.

"Yeah," Hayner said when he noticed my wince. He took a heaping spoonful of cereal and chewing it quickly. "At least you don't have to see her again." Those words brought some relief to me. The only thing that I could possibly think of every time that woman's name was mentioned was my immense hatred of potato salad. We can leave it at that. It's too horrible to want to recall.

"Well, you were my last resort there. Pence is leaving today. They're going to visit his grandparents in Radiant Garden right? And Olette's working through the evening right?" I asked. Olette was a candy stripper at the local hospital. She said something about wanting to help people and give back to the community…yadda yadda…

"Yup. So we'll be alone for the most part today. Well, we're going to see Pence off at the train station. Other than that, there really isn't much for us to do today."

My tail twitched. Yes, what a fun day planned. Oh well, surely Hayner and I could figure something out. I slurped up my milk and set the bowl down. "You finished?" I asked Hayner. His own sandy blond colored ears perked up and he nodded, hurriedly sucking down the milk left in his bowl. He licked his lips and pushed the dish over to me.

"When are we going to see Pence off?" I asked. I rinsed the dishes then put them in the dishwasher to be washed later.

"Um…ten minutes?" It sounded like he was guessing and I turned, throwing him a disgruntled look.

"And you couldn't have said anything sooner? Hayner, it's a twenty minute walk from here to the station!" I yelled at him and moved towards the door. Hayner jumped up, nearly knocking the chair over as he stumbled to catch up with me. I was already halfway out the door when he came up behind me.

"Lock the door," I reminded him. I touched the key around my neck. It was instinct that I check for my house key whenever I left the house, a habit to make sure I always had a way to make it back home. The door shut behind Hayner and he jogged up to my side.

"We can get there if we run," he said then charged on ahead of me. I sighed unenthusiastically and followed his lead. I hated running. I had endurance, and I was fast enough for people to be envious, but I just didn't like having to run period. I hate how I got sweaty and after a long time there was a burn that started in my legs. I just couldn't understand those people who spoke about running like it was the biggest adrenaline rush in the world.

I looked ahead of me at one of those people and shook my head. Hayner was a run-aholic if that was even a term. He was an ambitious runner, captain of the track team. The way he talked about running was like he were describing going to heaven and back. I just watched him go, his movements eloquent and smooth. His tail, slightly larger and longer than my own, swayed side to side behind him. That was one of his secrets when running around turns and such. He said his tail helps him make quicker turns and keep him balanced. I always laughed in my head when I thought of what Hayner would do when the day came when he lost that special tail of his.

We arrived at the train station in record time and we moved up the steps and into the front doors.

There were people all around, more crowded than usual. This wasn't surprising being that it was Friday, the busiest day of the week for travelers. We pushed through the crowd of people and Hayner checked the sign to see where the train for Radiant Garden was. "They're on platform five. We've got approximately three minutes," he said and rushed off.

"Hey! Wait!" I called and ran to catch up with him. We jogged our way, weaving in and out of people all the way to the destined platform. This place seemed to be even more crowded. Radiant Garden was obviously a popular destination for people to travel to. I'd never actually been to Radiant Garden, but Pence told me it's a great place, like a huge city.

"D'you see him?" Hayner asked and stood up on his tip toes. The train let out a loud whistle and I pinned my ears back, covering them with my hands. That was a loud whistle and my ears were sensitive. I saw Hayner copy my actions, his ears flattening against his spiked up hair.

I glanced around, trying to locate my friend. My eyes though, seemed to be attracted to my right. I looked around there and didn't find who I was looking for. Instead, my eyes locked onto a tall guy who was leaning against the wall. The strange thing about this; he was staring right at me. He had sharp emerald eyes that seemed to bore right through me. His arms were crossed over his chest and a smirk stretched across his face when he noticed my gaze. His hair was fire red and spikier than my own. I noticed that he didn't have ears or a tail. He looked young, around nineteen or so, and I didn't know why I felt so incredibly shocked and just a tiny bit irked by his face. Just that feeling alone sent my system into a shock and I couldn't understand why I felt irritated by his lack of ears.

"Come on, I found them," Hayner said and grabbed my arm. I turned and glanced at him as he pulled me along with him. I fleetingly looked back for the unfamiliar guy, but found that he wasn't where he had been. My brows knitted together and a feeling of curiosity pooled in my stomach. I willed the feelings away and followed Hayner over to Pence, Olette, and Pence's parents willingly.

I'd like to think that my life was nice, that I had no troubles to ever worry about, but that wasn't the case.

For one thing, I'm left to wonder my whole life. I have a mom. A wonderful woman who does her utmost to take care of and provide for me. If working two jobs just so we can live comfortably wasn't enough, I'm not sure what was. She really was too amazing, almost too perfect in a sense. Sure she was a single mother raising her seventeen year old son and might be a little quirky, but she just always seemed to be so well put together. It was a bit strange for a hard working woman.

Back to the wondering part, I have no idea who my father is. And I don't think I ever will know who he is. But what bothers me is the fact that part of me couldn't care any less. The other part was curious. If I did get the opportunity to meet him, what would I get? Would I be disappointed, or thrilled? I couldn't predict what my actions would be like, but I'm sure I would wave it off as a casual meeting. Was that wrong?

But besides my wondering, there really wasn't anything wrong with my life. The only complaint I had was that it was a bit repetitive. I did nearly the same thing every day, even when I was in school it was all the same. The same basic schedule that, after a while, drove me insane. Things around here were too plain, boring, and unexciting. I'd gladly welcome something to happen; a new mall or store to be built, new neighbors, a mass breakout of convicts. Anything that would liven up this slightly dull life I had adjusted into. I liked change and I needed it now.

Thinking of change, I got a flash of the strange redheaded guy that had been staring at me at the train station. Just the way his eyes were gazing at me with such an intense expression. It was unnerving and I swear to you it gave me chills. But these chills were different. And when I thought of the smirk on his face when our eyes had connected, an excited wave of butterflies erupted in my stomach. Strange.

There was just something about him. And in those few seconds that we were connected, I could tell, feel, that there was something about him. I wouldn't say familiar, but, well it's hard to explain. It was like we'd seen each other before.

"I think I'll hit the sack. I've got to get up early tomorrow," Mom said, interrupting my thoughts. We had been watching a movie together for the past hour and it was almost nine thirty. She stood up off the couch after placing a kiss on my cheek. "I'll see you in the morning, love."

"Good night Mom, love you," I answered her. Once her bedroom door closed I shut the TV off and wandered off to my own room. I was tired as well and just the thought of cuddling under the blankets awaiting me on my bed brought a small smile to my face.

So after changing, brushing my teeth and turning my radio on, I hopped into my bed and brought the covers all the way to my chin. It might have been a warm summer night, but that didn't matter to me. No matter what the temperature, I couldn't sleep without my blanket covering me.

I closed my eyes and let the soft melodies of the music playing through the room fill my mind, the lyrics humming in my ears.

A dark portal opened into an unfamiliar room. He took a step forward then paused, emerald eyes scanning the room. The most obvious thing he noticed were the neon lights and he did his best to suppress the small chuckle from leaving his lips.

He listened to the radio for a moment, to the soft tune as a delicate female voice sang. But what got him was the soft breathing coming from the bed by his right side, right below the window. He took another step forward and eased by over to the bed, the mix of light and neon lights from a small glowing orb with fish spiraling around it reflecting off the sleeping boy's skin. He stilled his breathing, trying not to make a sound.

All he could do now was watch and gaze longingly at what he wanted to reach out and grab and hold tightly. But he couldn't. Something so sudden like that wouldn't help him and he had to go about this right. But just seeing him there, sleeping peacefully; it made it so hard not to kidnap him and bring him back to where he belonged.

He would have to wait, be patient. He'd been searching for him, and finally he found him. He couldn't screw this one up.

He leaned down, placing the softest of kisses on the top of the boy's head before whispering.

"I'll bring you back home."

My prologues always suck. Which is bad since they're the things that are supposed to make people interested and want to read the story. But it'll get better; I have this all pretty much planned out. Just give me time, and I promise to deliver a nice, eventful, drama packed story

I'll explain the concept of ears and such in the beginning of the next chapter!

And also, I'll have a quote at the beginning of each chapter from one of the characters in the story. Cookies for whoever can guess who it is. Most of them are obvious though. But hey, why not have some fun!