Title: Flawlessly Flawed
Author: Flawless Beauti me
Rating: PG to R
Pairings: Eventual Demyx and Zexion, Axel and Roxas, Sora and Riku
Warnings: Language, sexual content, cutting, child abuse, attempted suicide. In other words, it's not for the faint of heart though it's all mostly mild stuff. I couldn't write hard R if I tried
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own Kingdom Hearts or any character associated with it. I own the stories I write, the ideas/plots, and any quirks I may give said characters which I do not own.

Extra: The idea for this came from the story Perfect Match on fan fiction. I wondered what would happen if it had been reversed and some things switched around. Therefore, half of the plot came from its amazing -gushes- writer, Beutelmaus. Also this is going to be my first WIP, so bare with me, as this is slightly uncharted territory. This will be updated semi-frequently, as in sometimes every two weeks and sometimes bi-weekly. If you feel I am moving too slow, or maybe even have a nice twist or kink you wish I could entwine in the story, PM me and let me know. I will do my best, but please:

Don't expect me to change the entire plot for you. You aren't that special. Sorry for the long author's note. It won't be this long again. That is all.

Silence.

It was all he ever heard any more. Not that he really minded. After hearing screaming for so long he supposed silence was an improvement. He tapped out a faint beat against the steering wheel, fingers itching to turn the radio on. But Sora was asleep, curled into a tiny ball so he could fit into the passenger seat. Roxas glanced over at him, allowing a brief and almost invisible smile to pass over his face before he turned back to the road once more. The gentle hum as the wheels passed over road was comforting, in its own way. He felt he needed all the comfort he could get. That thought brought emotions better left unfelt to his attention, and he pushed them back down, focusing on the road and the blurry outline of a town in the distance.

Darkness.

It was something he never saw anymore. Though he couldn't say he missed it. Darkness was evil and dangerous; it had always been dark when the pain began. He shook his head furiously, clearing his thoughts. He had thought he was passed this. Though, he mused, he should have known better, as it hadn't even been three months. He felt that small stir of something in his chest and looked at Sora. Sora always made it better, even if he didn't know it. His Sora, the one who was terrified of the dark now and didn't like to talk much; Sora, who had been so full of life with such a sunny personality, and who was now anti-social and withdrawn. He didn't like where his thoughts were headed.

Pain.

The one emotion he knew all too well. He could identify with this emotion. Unlike most, he didn't fear pain. There had even been a time where he had craved it. He still did, at times. He wondered idly if it were normal to consider pain an ally, and quickly decided it wasn't. Though what about him was normal he wasn't sure. Sora knew pain too, something Roxas wasn't proud of. He was oldest dammit, he should have protected him. He hushed the rational part that said he was only older by three hours, and that he had actually helped him a lot. He didn't want rational; he didn't understand it. He wanted rage

Rage.

It was yet another familiar face in this endless stream of emotions. He understood rage, and rage understood him. It was a mutual compromise, really. Rage would come out and play when Roxas would let him, and in return Roxas didn't have to face his true feelings. No, wait. That didn't come out right. Roxas resisted banging a fist on the steering wheel. He hated it when inner Roxas decided to make an appearance and tell him things he wanted left unsaid. He enjoyed rage. Not because it was a cover-up for hurt or fear or any other meek emotion. He liked rage because it made him feel in charge, unlike how he had been his entire life. No, wait. Dammit, that wasn't right either. Roxas decided to stop thinking as they pulled into the town.

It was a fairly quick process, once they had found the right place. The apartment was already theirs, fully furnished. Roxas
signed the agreement and began unpacking the clothes they had brought with them, letting Sora sleep a bit longer. Around nightfall he woke
him up and they trudged into the bright room that marked the entrance way. Roxas surveyed quickly. He admitted Sora was quiet the decorator,
even when he was on the edge of a mental breakdown. The living room was done in black and white, with a curved sofa that faced a mahogany table and small plasma television set. The abstract paintings that adorned the white walls were rather nice as well.
He could just see the kitchen from where he was standing, and he decided silver and green was nice. It made the appliances sparkle while adding soothing tones that were the walls. He turned to Sora and noticed his lip quiver softly. With only the slightest hesitation he placed an arm around him and gave him a rare grin. "You are quite
the decorator." He said, deciding it was worth grinning to see a small spark in his little brother's eye again. Sora grabbed his hand and pulled him into the apartment, through the living room and into a plain hallway. He gestured to the doors on either side. Roxas opened the one to his left and flicked on the light quickly.

This was his room and he knew it immediately. Sora had really outdone himself here. Roxas gazed in slight awe at the red and grey room around him. How on earth Sora had managed to get the walls to match exactly right with the bedspread was beyond him. And the grey accents on everything? A perfect finishing touch. He turned around and ruffled Sora's hair lightly, causing the younger boy to scowl and dunk away before opening the door directly across from his room. Sora's room was a variety of blues and blacks, which didn't look as emo as when Sora had told Roxas about it. Roxas wandered out of the room and to the end of the hall and the last door. He opened it and stared a moment before shaking his head. He really should have expected it. Sora always had loved the ocean. Who would pass up an opportunity to design their dream bathroom, anyway? He walked back out, leaving the lights on and following the noise to the living room. Sora was sprawled on the couch, flicking through the television. "Tomorrow we're going grocery shopping, alright?" Sora nodded up at him and Roxas nodded too, feeling strangely pleased. Really maybe The Incident had some upsides too. Look at the money they had now, and the apartment besides. They wouldn't have to work for a while, even if they splurged completely. Not that they would, Roxas thought as he settled beside his twin and began playing with the brown hair. Because simple was good, at least for them. Though the power bill might be a bit expensive.

A/N: I personally think it's a short chapter, but it was meant to be a slight insight to their lives, and the way Roxas thinks. This will probably all be told in Roxas' view. Also, this is un-beta'd, and have I mention I suck at formatting? Critism is love. Next chapter will most likely be up sometime next week. Depends on if anyone thinks I have a shot at this being a good story. See how reviews are important?