Dont be racist 1- XemSai

The sun shone brightly on a blond man, with slightly pale skin, driving steadily along on the highway. A silver haired boy with caramel colored skin sat in the back seat while his twin a chocolate skinned boy with white hair sat beside him.
“ Tree. Tree. Tree. Car!” The silver headed boy sat up as he said this, then slumped down again. “Tree. Tree. Tree. Tree. Tree. Car! Tree. Tree. Tree. Car! Car! ca- oh wait that's just road kill. Cool! Tree. Tree. Bird! Tree. Tree. Tree. Tree. Tree.  House! Another house! House. House. House. House. House. House. House. House. House.” Xemnas, the silver-head,  leaned his head against the car window.
“ Will you shut up, already?” His brother, Xehanort, the white head, growled from beside him.
“ Okay, you two. No fighting.” Ansem said from the driver's seat.
“ Yes, father.” Xehanort said obediently. Xemnas rolled his eyes. His brother was always kissing up to their father. Okay, Ansem wasn't really their father, more like adopted father.
“ Are we there yet?” Xemnas whined.
“ No, we weren't there 15 minutes ago and we aren't there n-” Xehanort began.
“ We're here!” Ansem exclaimed as the Sudan slowed to a stop. Xemnas smirked at his twin. Xehanort glared at him as they stepped out the black car. They were in a cul-de-sac. Identical white houses with perfectly maintained lawns and matching garages. Xemnas' mouth fell open. Xehanort punched him in the arm and pointed to a house Ansem was walking to, oblivious that his sons weren't following him. Xemnas scowled at the house with its yellow shutters. True is was different from the other houses but only because the door matched the shutters while the other house had red shutters and matching doors.
“ Why couldn't it be black?” Xemnas asked with a scowl.  
“Hey, think of it this way. At least it isn't pink.” Xehanort said with a shrug. Both boys shuddered then followed Ansem into the house. The house had a high ceiling and white carpet everywhere. A set of wooden stairs led, in a diagonal angle, up to another floor. Xemnas made his way up the stairs. He walked along the hallway counting the rooms as he opened the doors and peeked inside. Four bedrooms, and two bathrooms, plus the master bedroom. 'Cool. I won't have to share with Xehanort.' Xemnas thought happily. It wasn't that he and his brother didn't get along, it was more like they always seemed at each others throats. Wait, didn't that mean the same thing?
Anyway, when Xemnas came down stairs, Ansem and Xehanort had already started unloading things from the car.
“ Hey, why didn't you guys call me?” Xemnas asked looking annoyed. Xehanort shrugged.
“ I don't know. Father told me to help him unpack. I thought he already told you.” He said honestly.
“ Hey, Dad, why didn't you tell me to help unpack?” Xemnas called. Ansem stuck his head out from inside the trunk.
“ What? Oh sorry, Xemnas, I thought you went to the bathroom.” Ansem apologized. Xemnas rolled his eyes and helped his brother lift a heavy trunk.
“ Be careful with that!” Ansem called after Xehanort dropped his end of the trunk on Xemnas' foot. Xemnas glared at his twin and mentally counted to ten. Xehanort gulped and started backing up.
' Ten, nine, eight, seven, screw this.' Xemnas dropped his end and charged Xehanort. The boy yelled and took off down the street. The white houses became a blur as Xemnas zeroed in on his brother. Xehanort skirted around a woman walking her dog while Xemnas jumped over said dog, a Dalmatian. Xehanort darted onto a basketball court and nearly ran into one of the players. The main word here is nearly. Xehanort stopped short and stood for a little while before his brother ran into him. Xemnas hadn't expected him to stop and the two boys fell over. Laughter rang in Xemnas' ears as he opened his orange eyes. He brushed his silver hair out of his eyes to see a group of white boys pointing at him and laughing. He growled and stood up. Xehanort scrambled up and brushed himself off.
“ What do yous guys think yous doin' around here?” Came a voice. Xemnas looked around and saw  a boy step forward with his arms folded. He wore a black beanie and a short sleeved jacket that showed a belly shirt and baggy black pants. He was glaring at Xemnas. “ You don't belong here. Go back to the ghetto.” He sneered. Xemnas narrowed his golden eyes as he balled his hand into a fist.
“ What did you say, punk?” He snarled.
“ You heard me, N*****.” The boy sneered. Xehanort stepped beside Xemnas, his hands also balled in to fists.
“ Shut up!” He snapped. The boy stepped back looking surprised.
“ I'll teach you to talk back to me!” He shouted as he ran forward and tried to punch Xehanort. Xehanort ducked and punched him in the stomach, causing the boy to bend over with an 'oof!'. Xemnas grabbed the boy's head and pushed him back so he fell back on to his behind. He then kicked him in the face with his boot. The boy clutched at his bleeding nose as his friends ran over. Both brothers turned around to leave. They walked off the courts with the sound of frantic shouting behind them.
“ Seifer, are you okay?”
“ Man just wait til my mom finds out. She'll bump up the security so trash like that can't come in.” Xemnas stopped when he heard that. Xehanort grabbed his arm and shook his head.
“ They aren't worth it, Xem.” He said sternly. Xemnas nodded and together they walked back to their house. 'It's a miracle we ever found this place' Xemnas thought as they collapsed onto the stoop. The run to the basketball courts had seemed like it only took a couple of minutes so why did the walk back take a half hour according to Xehanort's watch? The door swung open behind them and Ansem stepped angrily outside.
“ Inside. Now!” He ordered. Without a word the twins scrambled into the house. Ansem had unpacked most of their things. They didn't have much so they hadn't needed a moving van, just lots of rope. Xemnas sat in a rocking chair while Xehanort sat on the floor of the living room. (Yes, they have a rocking chair in the living room. That will be explained later.) Together they watched as Ansem paced back and forth in front of them.
“ I just got a call from the housing director. She said the two of you picked a fight with her son.” Ansem said sounding surprisingly calm considering the way he had ordered them to come inside.
“ But, Dad, it wasn't our fault.” Xemnas said.
“ No.” Ansem sighed.” Its never your fault is it, Xemnas? I thought if we moved out of that neighborhood then we wouldn't have to deal with those bad influences.” Ansem said, frowning.
“ You mean my friends?” Xemnas asked angrily. “ It wasn't our fault. That punk insulted us.” He nearly shouted. Ansem looked at him.
“ I don't care what he did. You have to keep your temper under control. And you,” Ansem said shifting his gaze to Xehanort, who started. “ I expect this much from Xemnas, but you? You were supposed to be the good twin.” Ansem said with a scowl.
“ But, Father, I am the good twin. I promise it won't happen again!” Xehanort exclaimed as he all but cowered at Ansem's feet. Xemnas rolled his eyes. He was used to being called the bad twin. What bothered him was that Xehanort wasn't at least sticking up for him. He had started it! But Xemnas kept his mouth shut.
“ Okay, boys, I already picked your rooms.” He said with a sigh. “Don't worry.” He added at seeing the look of horror on the twins faces. “ Both rooms are the same. Let's eat dinner and then you both have to go to bed, early. You're starting school tomorrow.” Ansem said as he turned his back to the two boys.
“ School? Already?” Xemnas whined.
“ Yes, and I expect both of you to behave yourselves. Now Seifer, the boy you beat up, will be there as well so please don't start any fights.”
“Yes, sir.” The brothers chorused.
After dinner, Xemnas rushed up stairs and to his room. He plugged in his black apple laptop he got from Ansem on his 16th birthday, 3 months ago. He then got on to the internet and typed a letter to his friends.

Dear Xigbar and Xaldin,
Hey. We finally moved in. But just after we did, Xehanort and  I got into a fight with this white kid.  Anyway, Dad says we have to 'behave ourselves' at our new school. How's life back home? I already miss you guys. Write back as soon as you can. See ya!
                                                                                      -Xemnas

He decided not to tell them that Ansem had basically insulted them. Ansem was usually nice to them, acting like they were his own children. 'Wonder why he acted so different now.' He thought then closed his laptop and climbed into his bed. The room was dark and only the first quarter moon could be seen that night. Xemnas yawned and thought about his new school. He hoped he wouldn't see more kids like Seifer but he knew he was asking for too much. “At least let me find some nice people.” He prayed to the goddess on his window sill.
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That's it. This is my prequel chapter before the real story begins. Hope you like it. The real story and more characters are in the next chapter.