Long time no posting from me! This is Carly, formally known as astroalchemist!! This is my new RikuRoku story called 'Red Light' It's about Roxas, Sora's twin brother, trying to raise money for a surgery to get rid of Sora's lung cancer. Either way, it's AU and rated R, so if you can't handle adult themes and language, please don't read.

Also, if you don't like the pairing, don't review and tell me. I don't take kindly to flames of any sort, so please, don't put them on my fic. 3

Hope you guys like!!

It was a cool night. That fact was unfortunate for the blond who was walking down the street because it seemed that this person didn't have a jacket on them tonight…or may have forgotten it. Either way, the blond was wearing something that left little to the imagination, red in color. Long blond hair was in a plait hanging down their back, and high heeled shoes clicked on the sidewalk loudly, but not loud enough to shut out the cat calls of passersby.

If they only knew…

Appearance wise, it seemed like this person was a girl. The long hair, apparel, make up around the eyes and softly on the lips, the long leg and high heels…however, even though this person walked like a woman, and easily sounded like a woman, it wasn't a woman. Most people never found out that it was just a 17 year old boy hiding behind a mask of cover girl, wigs and stilettos. Most people never found out that even though he walked into a club each night and danced his heart out for what little money he received, he was actually doing it for someone else.

The make up, the miniskirts, and all the hiding was all…

For him.

Stepping into the back door, the blond was bombarded by a bunch of woman, all of them hurrying him to the dressing room to doll him up more before he was to appear on stage. At this club, he never had to be stripped of his clothing, because as far as the owner knew, he was a lady. ..

That's as far as most people knew.

"Oh Roxas, I told you not to wear this silly wig," said one woman, using his real name, "It's so gross! Here, use mine."

Donning a now brunet wig, Roxas started at his now curly hair that was being pulled up, noting how much he suddenly looked like him. It even pained him to see that face in the mirror, much less in that white bed, with white walls around him.

This isn't something that's just popped up, Mr. Kaipo…

Roxas could remember that day…the day when this all started one year ago.

I'm surprised it hasn't grown that much since a year ago…He's very lucky.

It was plaguing him, now that he was being ushered to the front stage. The blond-now-brunet could hear the announcer as he pulled down his sparkling mini skirt. Sighing, Roxas could hear his stage name 'Roxanne' being called and that meant one thing…

That it was show time.

Stepping seductively onto the stage, the boy was deafened by the cat calls and cheers, but paid them no mind, keeping on the mask of indifference. His thoughts were always some place else now, since it happened.

There has to be something I can do for him! He's the only family I have left…

The only family…that's right. Everyone else died. He was it.

Well, there is the surgery…

He agreed to do this, so he must. It was all for him…Sora. It was hard, to watch his brother become more sick by the day. That's where he was right now, at the hospital. Sitting in that bed, alone. Sora never knew what Roxas did for the money. Sure, the orphanage helped, but that's because they were still underage. However, the orphanage could only pay for so much, and the surgery wasn't one of the options.

Why can't you help? He's my brother!

So Roxas learned to depend on himself to get the money. If no one wanted to help, then he would do it on his own. If he had to work three jobs for the money, he would. If he had to do this dancing for the money, he would. Hell, if he had to sell his own soul for the money, he would.

Sora was all he had left…and as his brother, Roxas had to take care of him, no matter what. That's the role he had to play, during that day. At night, Roxanne was his part in this twisted play, and he was acting it out perfectly.

Roxanne was the girl to be admired, with her cold eyes and glares, with her dancing and teasing, with her stubborn resolve that no man could ever get past. No one touched Roxanne.

No one.