A/N: Happy RokuNami Day! :D In honor of the special day, I'm releasing this idea that I came up with (rather last-minute may I point out). It's my first ever RokuNami fanfic, which makes this extra special.

So now let's enjoy the lovely RokuNami celebrations on this amazing 28th of March.

Minor Editing Done: July 9, 2011

N 0 N 3 X 1 $ + E N +: Prologue

Ever since I was seven, I knew that it was nonexistent. Now I know what you may be thinking. Seven is too young an age to understand something so complex. But I was always told that I was smarter than most children my age. Okay, well "most children my age" only consisted of my older twin brother, Sora, but it still says something.

Sorta.

Anyway, at the young age at seven I guess you can say that my innocence was corrupted. I would say Sora's too, but I don't think that was the case. At the age of seven, I realized that the words "I love you." were empty ones. They meant absolutely nothing.

When Mom went on that business trip, Dad had spoken the dreaded three words, "I love you." I remember, Sora and I were disgusted when he gave her a quick kiss before she had to leave for her flight. I mean you can't blame us. We were only kids. Still, I remember feeling happy because Mom and Dad loved each other, and they loved me and Sora, and we loved them, and everything was supposed to be perfect.

Wrong.

Our house was just a few blocks from the elementary school. Five minutes tops on our bikes. So we would always bike together, insisting that we could handle ourselves since all the fifth-graders could ride bikes without their parents. We thought that if we acted like them, it would make us cool. Okay, actually our neighbor, Axel, told us that it would make us cool. Dad didn't have a problem with it, but Mom did. And I mean, that's understandable. We were little kids. Without adult supervision, we'd probably get ourselves kidnapped or something.

So being the caring mother she was, she arranged for some of the other kids our age on our street to all bike to school together. She said that if it was so important to us to bike to school without an adult, then we should at least travel in a large group. There were ten of us. Riku, Hayner, Pence, Kairi, Olette, Tidus, Xion, Selphie, and Sora and I.

And we didn't know it then, but Kairi's mom was assigned the task of secretly following us in her car.

Anyway, one day as we biked home from school, Sora said that Riku had invited us both over to his house to play. I remember that I was really excited, but being the innocent child I was, I insisted that we ask permission from Dad first. Sora thought I was being lame, even as a Second-Grader I could tell that. So he went on ahead to Riku's house, saying that if I thought it was such a big deal, I could ask Dad myself.

I didn't really mind. I simply saw it as an opportunity to get Sora in trouble for not coming with me to ask, he being the older twin and all.

But when I rang the bell to my familiar household (I wasn't responsible enough to be trusted with actual keys), no one came to open the door. This was extremely out of the ordinary, because I knew that Dad would be home. Today wasn't a babysitter day, I was sure of it.

Confused, I kept ringing the bell. Over and over, faster and faster. It took a while, but eventually someone came to answer it.

As soon as that door opened, the bitter, harsh scent of alcohol flooded my nostrils. I immediately turned my head away as though that would keep the smell away from me, but it didn't do much. Warily, I turned my head back to face the person that had finally opened the door.

It was Dad in his underwear. He looked really upset, like when he was doing something important but me and Sora interrupted him. But when his eyes finally met mine, his expression dropped, and his face seemed to pale.

I remember being even more confused. To my knowledge, Dad was only ever in his underwear when it was just him and Mom in their room.

Then, this lady only wearing her underwear shows up, and wraps her arms around his neck, whispering to him over and over, "Do you still love her? Because I think that you'd rather love me."

I remember that my heart practically stopped beating. And I didn't even need to look at my Dad to know that he had done something absolutely unspeakable.

I dropped my bike there and ran to the safety of my older brother.

When Mom came home, it wasn't long until she found out. I guess I was openly showing the fact that I was extremely traumatized, and I hadn't realized the severity of the situation when I told her what was bothering me.

I didn't know, I didn't understand.

In the next month, Mom and Dad and me and Sora and weren't living together anymore. Sora was staying with Dad, and I was staying with Mom.

It was scary.

I remember that Mom was so sad. She stopped smiling that reassuring smile of hers, and she cried continuously for what felt like forever. And I was little. I didn't entirely understand what was happening. Mom was just sad, and I suppose I took it as my cue to be sad too.

Sora and I were both there sitting in the audience when our parents battled each other for custody over the two of us. We weren't sure what was happening, but I remember being really scared and holding my brother's hand tightly. Sora, he was angry at me. He whispered to me saying that it was my fault that Mom and Dad split up. And I bawled right there on the spot. "I didn't do anything wrong! I just told Mommy the truth!"

I know that Sora didn't mean to make me cry. In his own way, he was just trying to sort out his own feelings. His frustration, confusion, anger, and sadness. So in the middle of the one of the lawyer's speeches, everyone turned to the two of us. They watched how I bawled, and how Sora's lip quivered slightly before he burst out into tears as well. They saw us hug each other for dear life and heard us wail loudly. They saw first-hand how destroyed we felt.

I guess you could say that our Mom ended up winning that battle. Sora and I were to live with our mother, and every other week, we'd move to our Father's house. It wasn't that big of a deal since Dad was staying in an apartment about fifteen minutes away from Mom's house, so it wasn't like we had to go to another school or something while we stayed with him. We just couldn't ride to school with our friends anymore.

Pretty soon, Dad moved away.

Mom had just said that Dad had moved far away, so we wouldn't get to see him as often. Sora seem more upset over this fact than I did. To be honest, ever since I saw my father and that. . . that woman, I've always felt a little. . . scared of him. The fear exists even today.

We still got to see our Dad though. But only on our vacations from school, and even then, we'd never spend the whole thing at Dad's place. During Winter Break, he'd have us for three days tops before we'd go home to celebrate Christmas and New Year's with Mom.

But when we were around twelve, it all just seemed to stop.

Suddenly, Mom told us that we wouldn't be seeing Dad anymore at all. She didn't give us a reason why, and I didn't press for it. And though Sora still loved our Dad more than my mother and I combined, even he knew that it was a subject that we should just drop. . . But it didn't stop him from crying about it before he went to sleep.

And that made me kind of glad that I didn't tell Sora the truth about that fateful day in Second Grade when I came home to see Dad with another woman. I never have, and I don't think I ever will.

To this day, I don't think that I've managed to forgive my father. How could I? He destroyed our family, he made Mom and Sora just so freaking sad. I can honestly say that it's difficult for me to conjure up a single good memory with my Dad. I know that they're probably there, somewhere in my heart clouded with hatred, but they're still there. And honestly, the most vivid memory I have of my Father is in the courtroom, when he looked absolutely broken as he returned my Mother's glance of hatred.

So what is love? Dad had said that he loved Mom, didn't he? But didn't he also say that he loved that pretty much naked woman that was in our house? How many other people did he say that he loved? I'm sure there were more. Every time that he said that he loved someone, was the love really that empty?

I know that you're probably thinking that I'm blowing this whole thing out of proportion, but that's not the case. You're probably thinking, "Seriously, dude? Your Dad's probably the only person in the world that's done that." And you're wrong. Because I'm sure that there are thousands of other people, just like him. And I think that scares me.

When people say that they "love" each other, are they sure that they know what it means? Doesn't love always lead to happy endings? Doesn't love mean that you'll do anything to make someone happy? So doesn't that mean that love only exists in myths, fairy tales, and overdramatic movies and books?

What only exists in life is infatuation. Infatuation masked by the word, "love."

So really, all "love" is, is a charade. A false picture. Empty words.

All love is, is nonexistent.

A/N: So what do you think? Interesting enough? Haha, I think everyone can guess who's going to end up saving poor Roxie from his little hole of depression. XP

She probably won't be introduced until either the end of Chapter One though. Ah well, please review! :D