Okay...I really wanted to start a new story. So here I am. Let's see how many reviews I'll get...

Disclaimer: I do not own KH. Sad, ne?

Summary: Who knew love could bloom in a juvenile prison? (Namixas)

Pairings: Uhhh Roxas/Namine, maybe? xP

Juvenile

Chapter 1: Different

He didn't mean to.

Of course he didn't. Someone made him do it. It's someone else's fault. Definitely not his fault he was sent to juvenile prison.

Just like everyone else.

I watched him. He was freaking out. Practically ripping his blonde- or was it brown? - hair out as he yelled at the guards. He was different. Other people would say it wasn't their fault. Then they would forget about it. But he... he was different. He insisted it wasn't his fault. He insisted that he didn't steal all that money from the grocery store.

The guards pushed him inside the room and slammed the doors shut. He had no choice but to face the other juveniles that dwelled inside. Like me.

He screamed at the guards to come back, that it was a mistake. He banged his fists on the door. He didn't understand that once your in, you never get out.

After a few minutes he stopped. His knuckles were bloody from all the banging. He finally gave up. He examined the room, the people, everything. The large room we were in was one of the very many large rooms in the building. After all, there are quite a few juveniles. The rooms were all dirty white and light brown. Within the rooms, there were twenty-six individual cells in which each one of us has to go in every night. Sometimes, we had to share rooms. Sometimes, we weren't allowed. Some people were insane.

There were two floors. On top was were all the cells were. There was also a barred balcony. Downstairs was the main area. Two long tables were across the floor with chairs around them. That was were we would play cards, draw or eat.

Back to him. The blonde-brunette boy. He had stopped looking around and he sat down on one of the empty chairs. Fortunately, he had come during lunch, when no one was in the mood to be a bully. He was lucky.

I watched his every move from the top floor of our large room. I was never really that social, and I stayed away from crowds that gathered downstairs. However, I was infamous. Infamous for driving people mad with fear. Because there was something wrong with me. If anyone tried to be nice to me, I would be rude back. Sometimes, I even kicked them or something. Somehow, I just couldn't be nice. Sometimes, I wondered...I wondered why I was so cold and mean and cruel to others. Sometimes I wondered why I live to this very day...

The boy was now looking at me. He had noticed I was staring at him. He had beautiful deep blue eyes. I continued to watch the boy and he continued to watch me.

Then, someone interrupted our staring contest. It was the silver haired youth, Riku. He was a former drug dealer that had been caught. He had no family or a job, so he had resorted to drug dealing. Even from all the way up, I could hear the seventeen-year-old talk to the blonde-brunette boy.

"I wouldn't stare at her like that. Do you know who she is?" He asked.

The boy shook his head. Riku sighed and sat down next to him. Why Riku was so kind to this boy left me to ponder. He was usually fighting the newcomers. Riku and the boy began to talk to each other. 'Prison friends', I thought as I continued to observe. But why Riku of all people...?

I sighed. Riku was always warning everyone about me. I wasn't that bad...I just had some issues. Who was I kidding, they weren't just 'some issues'. I glumly sat down against the balcony bars.

"Hey, Roxas! What are you doing?!" I heard Riku yell. I looked down at Riku. He was facing the stairway, looking quite shocked.

I heard footsteps echoing. I looked over and saw the boy climbing up the stairs. I stared at him. People below started to whisper.

"Hey look at him..."

"Is he going to see her..?"

"He's a dead boy,"

"I'm hungry."

I ignored the voices and focused on him. He finally made it all the way to the top. He and I stared at each other. He took a step forward. I didn't move an inch. He took another one. Our eyes were still locked to each other's. He began making his way toward me.

Finally, he was only a few feet away. I slowly stood up . All eyes were on us.

"You're brave, boy." I told him coldly.

"I've heard that before." He answered calmly. He was straining, however. Straining to keep his cool. Straining not freak out. "Why...why were you watching me?" He didn't ask rudely. He asked softly, almost kindly.

I didn't reply. I was supposed to be the cold, angry one. The cruel one. But this boy...he was different then the rest. I just stared at him, frowning.

He almost faltered under my gaze, but he managed to keep staring into my eyes. He was indeed very different. He made me want to smile at him and he made me feel...like someone else.

"My name...is Namine." I told him for absolutly no reason whatsoever. I still stared at him coldly.

"And I'm Roxas." The boy replied.

I walked toward the boy known as Roxas, staring into his deep blue eyes. I strode ahead, leaving him behind. The staring contest had ended. And he had won. He was definitely going to pay for that. Pay for making me think like someone I can't and won't be.

He made me think I was kind. And I can't be kind. It was impossible. I walked toward my cell, and slid open the door. I slammed it shut, leaving Roxas; leaving all the other juveniles, to wonder about my actions and why I had been defeated by this one boy. Why didn't I tear him apart, like most newcomers who dare to stare at me?

From this day forward I knew this Roxas boy was going to make the juvenile prison very interesting...

End of chapter 1

So yeah...I was just bored. And I always wanted to make a story as deep as this.

This story is basically a cure for my writer's block. If I don't have ideas for my other fic, It's My Life, then I'll try to write some more of this story. See... it all works out. :D

If you are confused about anything, please just ask. Some stuff will be revealed later on. Oh, and sorry for the short chapter. Well, review and I'll continue. 'Till next time!