They stared at each other with wide eyes, golden pools into deep chocolate. Ichigo's eyes scanned the teen's features, noticing that he looked like an exact replica of himself. Except his skin was pure white, eyes the color of the burning sun, and white hair.

"Roxas!" the punk looking blond called, rushing over with a brown haired girl and a dark haired, pudgy, boy. Stopping a foot away from the two look-a-likes, they glanced back and forth between the two. "Hey," He glanced over his shoulder at the other two, "check it out, they found the pictures!"

"Oh!" the green eyed girl smiled, bending down next to Ichigo, reaching her hand out and placing her slender fingers around a photo of her and the boy across from the orange haired teen. "And they're all of you, Roxas!"

"They are?" the albino called Roxas replied, disbelief echoing in his water-like voice. His black nailed hands quickly rummaged through them, his yellow eyes widening as he continued to search. "Y-you're right, Olette…but…why of me?"

Ichigo stood, quirking a brow as he watched Roxas lift a picture up with him and a girl standing together in front of a store.

The dark haired boy squatted down beside him, chuckling, "You sure look happy, Rox."

"Shut up!" the albino snapped, glaring at the teen beside him. "I was her first customer, so we took a picture together!!"

"Yeah, yeah, you know I was kidding."

"That's not very funny, Pence," Olette giggled, bringing her left hand up and covering her mouth to weakly cover up the laughter, receiving a glare from Roxas. Veering over his shoulder, Ichigo blinked as Vivi grabbed onto his baggy pant leg.

"Can I get my pictures?" he asked meekly, looking down on the ground. Taking a step to the side, Ichigo nodded. Noticing this, the boy looked up at him and his tone sounded like he was smiling. "Thank you."

With that, he hunched over and gently picked up his pieces of paper, stood, turned, and hobbled back over to Seifer, who was glaring at Roxas. Huffing, the blond turned and walked away with his arms crossed.

"Hey, Hayner, hand me that one over there," Pence's voice came.

"Hold on! I wanna find mine first!" Hayner growled.

"Hey, Roxas…" Olette whispered.

"Yeah?" the snow white haired boy complied.

They all blended, twisting and making the eldest Kurosaki sick to his stomach. Stumbling forward a few steps, his vision swirled, all the colors mixing into sickening colors. Now that he thought about it…he didn't feel so good.

Feeling a hand on his left shoulder caused him to turn on his heel sloppily, soon to look into the bright emerald eyes of a girl.

"Hi, you're new here, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I…guess." he replied, everything slowly steadying itself.

"I'm Olette, this is Roxas," Olette lifted a pale hand, pointing the index finger at the albino, "and that's Hayner and Pence," the finger traveled over to the other two, who waved. Hayner slowly, Pence with excitement.

"So," Roxas spoke, taking a step towards Ichigo, "you say you're new here. Well, do you even know where 'here' is?"

The orange haired teen shook his head. He looks familiar, he thought, biting his lower lip, very familiar. Seeing the albino sigh, his right brow twitched.

"Hey! I just got here!!"

"Chill," the look-a-like complied, hoisting his left hand up, "all right, do you want us to -"

"I got to go home to finish some homework," Olette interrupted, smiling apologetically and placing a hand on the vibrant haired teen's shoulder, "good luck, Ichigo." With that she walked away.

"Oh shit!" Hayner cried, spinning around to stare at the clock, "I need to get to the store! I promised mom that I'd get the groceries!" And he ran off.

Roxas' mouth was open, gapping after the retreating forms, Pence soon following suit, saying that there was a sale on something the two bright haired teen's didn't catch. His hands clenched at his sides, trying to control his anger.

"Okay…I'll show you around if you want."

Ichigo's brown eyes brightened, turning and looking at him with a warm smile, blinking once Roxas looked away as soon as their eyes made contact. Crossing his arms, he tilted his head to the side, finally seeing what the boy before him was wearing.

Suited him, that's what the orange haired teen concluded. "Yeah, I'd like that."

The golden eyed teen's head whipped toward him, golden orbs wide. "R-really?!" he stammered, and then quickly straightened himself. "What I meant to say was…well…people usually don't accept tours from me…so…I was…"

"'Surprised'?" the tan teen finished.

"Yeah…'cause of my eye color…"

"You've got friends, don't you?"

"Of course, what does tha-"

"Then why would someone reject a tour from you?"

"…'cause I don't belong here…" the albino muttered bitterly, looking to the side. "Anyway, let's start the tour, shall we?" Reaching out, he coiled his fingers around Ichigo's wrist yanking him along as his brown eyes widened. "That's the Usual Spot. It's where Hayner, Olette, Pence, and I hang out." His black nailed index finger pointed at the alleyway's hole where there was a fence and a cloth hanging over a barely visible hole. "Where we came from was the Sandlot."

"Hey, you're going a little too fast, slow down."

"Huh?" The snow white haired teen glanced over his shoulder to see Ichigo's brown eyes wandering the place. "Twilight Town." he smiled. Catching the confused glance, his smile slowly morphed into a wide grin. "You're in Twilight Town."

"Ah…I see," The vibrant haired teen's gaze fell down on his hand, noticing that the other was still holding it. The warmth circulating through it causing a warm smile to pass his lips, then he glanced back up at the white haired teen. "Roxas…where did you come from?"

"What?" the albino gasped out, veering over his shoulder with wide eyes.

"Well…you're completely different from everyone else…so I just thought that…" Ichigo mumbled, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand once they stopped.

You might be the one to help me remember where I came from… Roxas' golden orbs were bright, yet saddened, slowly releasing Ichigo's hand and turning to face him with pain filled features.

"I don't remember…" the snow white haired teen spoke sadly, "all that I know is that I wound up in this town, welcomed by two loving adults…and they named me Roxas since I couldn't remember my real name." He looked up at Ichigo with half closed eyes. "All I remembered was that I had another half…someone who completed me…but I don't remember them, or even what they looked like."

All I remember is those eyes they had, he thought as he slumped back against the wall behind him, they were so…amazing.

"He's King of this world after all,"

The lightly tanned teen's head snapped to the side, "Shiro?" Roxas glanced up with a questionable look, his brows creased into a confused gesture.

"Who's Shiro?" the white haired boy questioned as Ichigo's gaze dropped down to the ground. Shaking his head, Ichigo shrugged his shoulders, steadily raising his gaze to meet sun-like hues. "Ichigo?"

"It's…nothing…just someone I wanted to say goodbye to." the teen sighed as he looked away. Roxas nodded slowly, indicating that he understood, taking a step away from the wall and walking up to Ichigo, lifting a hand and placing it on his right shoulder. "R-Roxas?"

"I think," he spoke softly, gazing into his eyes with a serious glint in his eyes, "I know how you feel."

"Awe, isn't this cute,"

Both whipped around with wide eyes, blinking once they saw a man with a long white trench on, the hood up with some chains dangling.

"It's been a while, Whitey, how you doin'?"

The albino frowned, backing up and grabbing onto Ichigo's hand, dragging the wide eyed teen along and away from the chuckling form, the bottoms of his eyelids lifted, a frown etched into his handsome features.

Why does he keep showing up all over the damn place?! he thought bitterly, glaring over his shoulder to see that the trench wearing form had disappeared, causing him to glance forward while glaring. I don't even know him!!

Ichigo, too, glanced over his shoulder with a questionable look plastered on his features.

Who was that?

A/N: Didn't exactly come out the way I wanted it too, and it seems rushed to me…I'll make the next one less rushed and make sure it makes sense, please review.