My second Story! Different than my first one, but I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Kingdom Hearts series or anyone in it, cause if I did I promise there would be tons of Yaoi in it, xD.

Tragedy struck as a sixteen year old boy was found murdered two days ago underneath the Old Road bridge. Officials say that there are no leads as to who could have done this. The body was discovered by the sixteen year olds friend, who wishes to remain unidentified. There are reports that this may have been out of spite. Sora was known around town as being homosex-

Roxas turned off the T.v. and curled up tighter in bed, wrapping his blanket tighter around him. It was dark, which was how he wanted it. No one was bothering him. Why would they? He was the one who discovered Sora the way he had. Oceanic gaze stared at the picture littered wall in front of him. They were mainly of him and Sora just being goofy. Making faces, wrestling, getting caught off guard. But the happy images couldn't drown out the single horrifying moment of that day.

It was burned into his head. He had been running late. Sora and him had planned on meeting there the night before because Sora had something super important to tell Roxas. Almost like a matter of death to the spontaneous youth, and in this case, it literally was. That morning he had received multiple texts asking where he was. When he had actually woken up, he threw clothes on not caring if they were his usual attire, told his mother where he was going, and bolted out the door. On foot it was about ten minutes . Running; five. And that was what Roxas had done. He bolted around the turns and twists of the town until he got to the dirt road that lead to the abandoned bridge. He got a weird feeling as he looked at the bridge. Sora's bike was there, but it was too quiet. They had found the place when they were ten, and used it as their hangout spot ever since. In all the years they used it, it had never been quiet. He slowly walked down the steep dirt path, pausing when he drew close to the vine covered stone entrance, "Sora…?"

No answer. Roxas slowly continued, until he was facing the entrance, "Sora?" He stepped in. He wished he had just run home. Wished that he had texted Sora back and told him 'Not today.' Instead, he came to the bridge late to find his best friend lying on the cold ground, naked, in a pool of blood. Roxas couldn't move. He could see the stab wounds, the bruises. He fell next to Sora's body, not knowing what to do. He pulled Sora's body into an embrace, closing his eyes and crying as he hugged his best friend to him. After a moment he called the police, who came right away. Blamed him for it, accused him as the murderer since he was the only one who left fingerprints. Luckily the time of death didn't match when Roxas had actually departed. They shrugged him off as nothing but a grieving friend. After that day he had been stuck in his room, lying in bed. He hadn't even changed out of the clothes, or taken a shower. Not that it mattered. His best friend was dead now.

Tears started spilling out onto his pillow as the video in his head kept playing over and over again.

A knock. Roxas didn't answer.

Another knock. Still no answer from the blonde.

"Rox… Can I come in?" Roxas still didn't answer. Hadn't said a word, even when the police pulled him away from Sora. He heard his bedroom door creak open, and light spilled into the cluttered room. He could see a silhouette, and his heart stopped. That was Sora. Sora was coming into his room. He sat up in his bed. Same spiked hair, same height.

Not the same eyes or hair color. Vanitas, Sora's older brother, sat down on the edge of the bed, looking over at Roxas. Tears started forming in his golden gaze, "I know how you feel Roxas. You was as close as I was to him. I know…" Vanitas grabbed Roxas, pulling him into a hug, "H-His funeral is tomorrow Roxas. I… We wanted you to be there. Mom and I need someone there. Someone that we love. Someone that Sora loved. We know that is how he would have wanted it. I-It's going to be a private one so it will just be us three. Please… Please come."

Roxas tried to speak. To tell him how honored he felt. But nothing came out. Instead he just nodded his head.

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"You look very good Roxas. Sora would have called you handsome." His mother said, patting away any dust that collected on the black suit while they were standing there. It had been the first time he had come out of his room in three days, and probably the last for a while. She straightened up his tie, tears forming in her eyes, "Tell his family we send our condolences, and we love them. They are welcome to come over at anytime." His mother said quietly. Roxas nodded, then turned away and walked over to the door.

It was a cloudy day. Which fit the mood perfectly. Almost like the heavens were sad that a sixteen year old had died. A good, kind hearted kid who had no troubles with anyone. The small town loved Sora, even though he was gay, so this whole thing didn't make sense. Who would want to kill Sora like that? Why? The questions plagued Roxas, along with guilt. He should have shown up on time. He should have been there when it happened so that he could have done something about it. Maybe Sora would still be here if he had…

The church appeared quickly, and Roxas stopped. He didn't know if he could do it. Was it open or closed casket? The image of Sora flashed into his head again. He took a step back. There was no way he could do this. No way he could stand to look at Sora again. All he would see is that one image again. Another step back.

Into the strong hands of Vanitas,

"We'll be here with you Rox." He said slowly, gripping the blondes shoulders slightly. Roxas turned around to see Sora's grieving mother. He looked down, and she wrapped him in a hug, "I know it is hard sweetheart. I know that you are the only one that saw him like that… But please. We need you here with us. Don't leave us."

"I won't."

Roxas blinked at that. Had he just spoken? He took Sora's mother's hand in his own, and slowly proceeded to the back of the church, where the graveyard was.

They walked through the rows of tombstones, keeping their eyes on the small tarp that had been placed as a covering for where they were going to sit, and over Sora's coffin. Three seats were placed in front of the gleaming silver casket, and they took their seats placing his mother in the center. The minister nodded to them, "We gather here today in Sora…."

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He didn't know why he refused the ride Vanitas offered. Maybe it was because he couldn't stand to see Sora's mother cry her life away. Or sit in a car in awkward silence. Either way, he didn't accept it. He chose to walk instead,

"But Roxas… It's raining."

"I know. I've got something I need to do."

"Well. Just get home soon Rox. It's going to get dark soon."

Vanitas had been right. It was almost dark by the time he reached the Old bridge. He stopped at the dirt road, not daring to go any further. There was no way he could go there again. But why had he walked here exactly?

To see if Sora was still waiting for him. He had hoped to find their lantern on. But, of course, it wasn't. He clenched his jaw, holding back the tears. He wasn't going to cry again. He had already done enough of that. He turned on his heel, walking back towards his house. Whoever had killed Sora… He would find them. He would avenge Sora, and give the other's mom and brother peace of mind. But where could he start? Where would he start?

By the time he reached his house, he was drenched and shaking from the cold water that continued to fall. The angels were crying now. Maybe they were happy tears though… Because surely they gained another angel up there. One that would watch over everyone with a heart that was meant for an angel….

"Roxas! Where have you been! You had me worried!" His mother said, slamming the phone down,

"Sorry mom."

"I- You- Don't ever do that again Roxas! You call me if you are going to be out late! I-It's no t the time to stay out late or… Or…" She started crying again, and Roxas looked down

"I'll call you next time mom. I promise."

And with that he walked up the stairs, back into the comfort of his small room. He looked around the dark space, before flipping on the light. He slipped out of the wet suit, throwing it on the floor and walking over to his dresser. He needed to find new clothes…

Or maybe he should just stay like this and crawl into bed. That would be easier, rather than dirtying up more clothes. He turned around,

"Hey Roxy."

Roxas almost fell. He knew that voice… But it wasn't possible. He glanced over to his bed, and his jaw dropped. No. There was no way that the person was laying there in his bed. He had to be hallucinating. Didn't people start seeing things if they were stressed?
"Roxy… You look like you have seen a ghost or something."

Tears filled Roxas' eyes, and his knees gave out from him. The world went black, but the last thing he saw. Or… Thought he saw.

Was the perfectly happy, perfectly untouched face of Sora.