I'll keep this short and simple, since you all probly want to read this here story. Right? If not, read it anyway!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts in any way nor do I own Final Fantasy 7. I wish I could own them..sadly I don't. Haven't found the contract on Ebay or in the game cases either. Maybe Tetsuya Nomura will mail them to me. Wishful thinking, yes?

Oh yeah, if you've been on the computer for more than 4 hours and it's still daylight out, go outside! You'll rot your braincells to fangirling! Not that that's a bad thing, but...oh whatever. Stay on the computer. Be ungrateful to all the trees that provide you oxygen by using electricity which burns coal to produce! Burning coal produces smoke which kills the trees! Yeah, you just stay on the computer. Leave your bathroom light on too, while you're at it. Yeah, you do that. (read the story before you get off though.)

Just here to put a smile on your face. :)

A scattered memory that's like a far off dream. A far off dream that's like a scattered memory. Something that's definitely there, but very unreachable. He couldn't remember anything. Everything was a blur. Images rushed about in his head like pieces of a puzzle. It was missing too many pieces and flying by far too fast for him to put them together.

He sat, alone and cold, on a Chicago bus stop in the middle of fall. He couldn't remember where he was. He knew he needed to be here though, he just couldn't remember why. Just then, he started to remember. He was abandoned and had nowhere to go..no. That wasn't it. He had...run away? Yes! That was it. He'd run away from his home. Oh! His mother and father must be worried sick! Why had he run away though? Why was he in Chicago?

Someone brushed up against him in their rushing to get where they needed to be and just like that, his entire thought process, all his revelations and musings, were gone. His mind was blank.

"Where am I?"

The night was colder than usual and most of the residents were snuggled warm in their beds, resting for their upcoming work day. The streets were dark, save for the usual streetlight or glowing neon Open/Closed sign. Some, however, decided to go out and have a few drinks before bed time. This is where you find Reno, a very drunken red head, who, unfortunately, has work right at nine in the morning. It is currently two in the morning.

As he staggered to and fro, trying to get to his car so he could call up his coworker, he noticed something in the alleyway. 'Trash..' he figured, fumbling for his keys. He checked his pockets for them, noticed they were gone, but pulled out his cell phone instead. Reno giggled to himself before hitting the speed dial for Rude. Someone came out of the alleyway looking back and forth rather suspiciously. The man eyed Reno and when he didn't do anything but eye his cell phone, the man grinned and ran off as fast as he could.

Reno thought it odd that a man would randomly come out of an alley but hey, this was Chicago. Anything could happen. He waited standing by his car still intoxicated by all the alcohol he drank. "The trash is moving. Trash dudn't move like that, yo."

"Reno." came Rude's reply.

"Holy bamboo, dude. The trash in the alley is moving."

"What do you want, Reno?" Said person thought for a moment and leaned back against his car. Oh! That's right, he needed a ride.

"I need a ride, yo." He giggled again.

"I'll be right there." For someone like Rude, who most definitely did not like being awoken by a phone call at two in the morning, it was unusual for him to not put up a fight or at least some sort of argument. Reno thought it weird, but Rude had been acting strange lately. Reno dismissed the train and stopped thinking, opting to just stare into the alley. C'mon, trash moving? How cool is that?

Rude arrived without a word. Reno, still standing in the wind, didn't notice Rude come up behind him and lay a hand on his shoulder. Rude, sensing some discomfort from his friend, spoke up. "Come on, Reno or I'll leave you here."

"Hey, Rude. I don't think that's trash." Rude just stared at the red head. He knew Reno could somewhat hold his alcohol, but this time he just seemed completely smashed. It was just trash and Rude was going to prove it.

Rude walked past Reno with a huff and crossed the wide concrete sidewalk into the darkness of the alleyway. A rustling took his attention from a couple trash cans to a large black trash bag just laying there on the ground. He bent down to get a better look and was taken by surprise when a very angry tabby cat lashed out at him, knocking his sunglasses off of his face and causing a scratch on his cheek. Even if he was a couple yards away, Reno saw the whole thing and burst out into laughter.

Rude stood up from his crouch and repositioned his sunglasses but not before he noticed that underneath the trash bag was a body. His demeanor showed nothing of surprise, having dealt with this kind of stuff before. He motioned for Reno to come over, which he did with no trace of being drunken only a minute ago.

"What's up?" Reno asked nonchalantly. He hadn't yet noticed the stark naked body Rude had uncovered. The body was of a boy, blonde and had the build of a 15 year old. Rude, being the relatively kind person he is, shrugged out of his jacket and placed it over the unconscious form in front of him.

"Call the hospital." Reno looked down and snickered but held an air of discomfort. "Told ya so, yo"

Rude shook his head and grabbed Reno's phone out of his jacket pocket. He called the company hospital, told them what had supposedly happened, where they were, and who they were (just to assure a fast arrival) They worked for Rufus Shinrah of the Shinrah company. The Shinrah company was one of the biggest companies in the world. Rufus owned practically everything. The electric companies, banks, hospitals, security, even a small food franchise, he owned it all. Rude and Reno were one of the few who ran security for Rufus' main building. They were quite high up in the company scale.

The ambulance arrived, picked up the battered and now conscious boy, and drove off. Rude had to drag Reno to his car to make him move from his spot in the sidewalk. Rude didn't know what had gotten into the red head, but he assumed he was just tired.

"What'll happen to him?" Reno asked, in a daze. Suddenly it clicked for Rude. Reno had been in a similar predicament when he was around that age. Rufus had took it upon himself to take Reno in and train him to what he was today. Reno probably didn't want the boy to end up like himself. Despite only being security guards for Rufus, the job was horrendous.

"We'll take tomorrow off and go and visit him in the morning. All right?" Reno nodded and Rude turned his attention back to the empty roads.

Later that morning, Rude stayed true to his word and drove off toward the large white hospital with Reno half asleep in the passenger seat. The receptionist gave them the room number without a fuss, everyone knew who they were, but politely informed them that they were still running 'tests'.

"What kinda tests? He's just a kid we found beat up in an alley. They shouldn't be runnin' no damn tests!"

"Reno," Rude warned in a dangerously low voice. They were in the children's sector of the hospital. "watch your language." Reno shrugged and stalked off like James Bond to the correct room, causing the children who could see him from their rooms to giggle in enjoyment. Rude smiled at Reno's antics. He understood what it was like to be in a hospital. Bleak and dreary with no one but the too happy nurses and white white walls to keep them company.

Rude caught up to a frustrated Reno who was being sternly but very politely that he could not enter the room.

"Whattaya mean I can't go in cause of some tests? He's a kid! You shouldn't be runnin' no da-" Rude cut him off before he could swear again.

"What's wrong?" Rude calmly asked the nurse. She let out a relieved sigh to see someone who wouldn't yell at her and explained for what felt like the fiftieth time what was happening.

"As you can see, Sir, no one is permitted in this area because of some complications we have been having with the boy whose name is Roxas. We've diagnosed a severe case of amnesia and a fractured wrist." As the nurse continued to ramble on about what they knew about Roxas' condition, Reno snuck behind her and into the room. Rude gave him an unseen glare and smirked when he saw Reno shiver. The red head promptly turned around and stuck his tongue out at him.

Reno saw what he normally would have in a hospital. The hospital-gown clad boy was sitting in a white hospital bed surrounded by hospital stuffs and a doctor was at the end of the bed talking to him in a bored voice. The boy, in an equally bored manner, recited back what the doctor at the end had told him. Roxas looked over to Reno and waved, happy to see someone other than a doctor.

"What's up, yo?" Reno said, glad to see the boy didn't look too bad. He had a bruise on his cheek, a wrist in a cast, and his arm had a gash on it. The gash had been sewn up and looked healthy so Reno was satisfied.

"The doctor keeps asking me the same question over and over again. It's nice to see someone else who doesn't want to ask me, 'who are you?'." The doctor, who was relieved to see someone else other than the bored look of the blonde teen, scribbled away on his clipboard. To see Roxas converse with someone else other than him would be a great help in observing his memory loss.

"What's your name, kid?"

"It's Roxas. I don't remember anything else."

"Amnesia?"

"I think so..." Roxas stared at his hands. This was obviously a touchy subject. But there were questions Reno wanted answered! And what Reno wants, Reno gets. "What's your name?"

"Name's Reno. I was there when they hauled you off in the ambulance last night."

Roxas' head tilted to the side like a puppy when Reno mentioned that. He blushed and looked down at his hands again. "I..don't have any recollection of last night. I can't remember anything. It's like living the same day differently all the time." The doctor scribbled something down again. Reno felt sorry for the kid, really, he did. He laid a hand gently on the boy's head for reassurance. The doctor noticed that when he did, Roxas' eyes began to defocus.

This hadn't happened before and if it did, the other doctors overlooked it. "Sir. Remove your hand." Reno stared at him for a second before slowly removing his hand from the blonde mess and giving the doctor a weird look.

Reno had given him a sad look before coming over and laying his hand on Roxas' head. Everything had gone blank. He couldn't think and he could feel his eyes going out of focus. Everything was a white blur. He could vaguely hear someone say something and a weight being taken off of his head. His eyes came back into focus. The first question that came to his head was 'who are these people?' and the next one was 'where am I?'. The question he asked though, surprised all of them.

"Where's Mom?" The doctor looked down at him from his stance beside he and Reno.

"Your mother? Do you remember her?"

"Well, sure. Every kid remembers his mother, you idiot." Reno said. The doctor nodded, solemnly. "No matter what happens, you always remember your mother. Right kid? What was her name?"

Roxas stared into space for a second, looking sad for a reason he didn't know. "Her name was Aerith. She's gone now."

The doctor scribbled on a paper that was attached to his clipboard. This information was important in locating the child's parents. "Last name? You seem to be remembering everything now. That's good."

Roxas shook his head though. "Her last name was Gainsborough. She never married my father though. He's in Peru." Before Roxas could speak more about his family for he certainly was remembering quite a lot, the angry nurse threw open the door. The sudden shouts from the angry nurse behind Reno surprised him and he whirled around. The tip of his finger grazed across Roxas' arm.

There was a bright light and Roxas jumped a little. He opened his eyes when the pain in the back of his head subsided and looked around. Where was he? There were people he didn't know and the doctor looking person kept asking him about his family. He didn't know anything about his family!

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Doctor." A red head who was arguing with the nurse turned around, a puzzled look on his face.

"You mean you don't remember? Your mother's name was Aerith Gainsborough. Your father's in Peru." Roxas didn't know what the Red was talking about. Aerith? Peru? Who's Peru?

"Who're you?" Roxas found himself asking. He was the only one there not entirely dressed in white, save for some bald guy in the back. The red head laughed for some reason. "Hey Rude, he's like a goldfish, yo."

"How am I like a goldfish?" The Red smirked.

"Well, goldfish lose their memory every few seconds, yo. You remind me of a goldfish."

"But goldfish lose their memory every few seconds and I can remember what the doctor said a minute ago. He asked me 'Do you know your father's name?' I don't think I qualify as a goldfish now." Roxas felt unnerved. He could see the baldman staring him down, despite the sunglasses. He squirmed in his seat and Reno patted him on the head. The light came back every time he did and it hurt his head.

"Where am I and who are you people?" Red laughed and Baldy looked thoughtful. The doctor beside Roxas scribbled away and the nurse began to check his monitors. No one answered him and Roxas sat there, confused as ever. The bald man came over and sqwatted down to be eye level with Roxas, who tilted his head to the side.

No one expected what was happening, nor for Rude to be the cause. "Red's name is Frederick Haans. You're in Delaware right now." Roxas nodded, accepting the information. He was glad to know Red's name. He was a curious person and Frederick looked to be interesting.

Rude stood up and told Reno to go give Roxas a hello.

Reno did as he was told and pranced up to him. "Heyo! What's up, Roxas? Rude, my buddy, told me to come say hello. Apparently my name's Frederick Haans now. Ha!" Reno ruffled the boy's hair and grinned down at him.

Rude came back over, noticing the same expression of pain on the boy's face. His eyes had defocused and he currently had them clenched together. "Roxas." Rude said plainly. "Who is this?" Roxas blearily looked up at Reno, shaking his head. He didn't know. What was with the random question? "Who are you?"

"My name is Roxas." He said, while massaging his temples with both hands. He had a little headache. What a bother it was..

Rude motioned for the nurse to come back over, but she was on the telephone connected to the wall. It must have been pretty darn important because she hushed him and went on talking. She hung up the phone after a while and decided to announce the news, but not before Rude cut her off.

"He loses his memory every time he's physically touched. If physical contact should occur for more than a minute, he would most likely pass out." The nurse and doctor were astounded. How could a security guard show them up like that?

The nurse shook her jealousy off and told them, "The man I spoke with on the phone was no one other than Mr. Shinrah himself. He wanted to know of the boy's condition, seeing as he is paying for the boy's stay here. I told him of his condition and it seems that he wishes to have the boy checked into the mental care facility down the street until his amnesia is gone. He's certain that the best doctors there could most likely get this all cleared up. If the boy's parents are not found within 6 months, he will have the city place Roxas under his permanent care."

The doctor listened, but was busy putting sedatives into Roxas' IV to put him to sleep for a while so he could be well rested and heal faster. "Okay. We'll check him out and get him transferred there as soon as lunch."

The only thing Roxas saw before slipping into unconsciousness was Reno's frightened but protective stare. Reno would find his parents, that was sure. He wouldn't let someone else fall to Rufus even if his life depended on it. 'Well, maybe not to that extreme..' Reno thought, before Rude pulled him out the door.

The next time Roxas would wake up, he would be in a little twin sized blue bed in the Mental Care Facility down the street getting his life messed up even more.

Buuuuu! No Axel this chapter. He'll be here soon though. This is kinda what happened to get Roxy into the Loony Bin. (If you'd even call it that. cuz well, he's not exactly loony. XD) Well, this set mostly everything up. Cept for the Axel parts..Haffta fit those in later. Yes? Yeah..everyone loves Axel. If you don't, why are you here??? Cuz you love me, right? Aww..cool. X3

Um..I worked real hard on this, you gotta believe me. I got the idear for this in the shower and started writing it the next day cuz at the time it was like, 2 in the morning. haha, yeah.

Well, I'll be blunt this time around. Please review! It'd make me happy to see that you love this story too! Maybe just like it a little. I'd love to have feedback on the story I feel most passionate about.

Later! Expect an update in about a week or two!

~Akilina-chan