Heya there. This here is my little Kingdom Hearts fanfic, let me say this right off the bat, there will probably be NO MATURE CONTENT save a few bad words, I think. But this is a Yaoi fanfic, awwright? Plus some talk about Namine & Kairi deaths. If you don't like BoyXBoy or if you like Kairi and Namine and might be offended in any way, then there's no point in you reading, is there? Pairings are kind of obvious, so I won't let them slip =3
The words in bold & italic are song lyrics.
It was cold. Never in his life had he felt so alone. The pressure weighed him down. Opening his mouth to breathe, only to be edged further into panic. Slowly and surely shutting down his mind. Darkness wrapping around his mind, body and soul, a small, bright light his only hope.
Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say 'sit down it's just a talk.'
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
"Hey, did'ja hear? Seems like the new kid a…"
"Apparently at his old school, he…"
"People say he shot someone a long time ago, but…"
He gasped, his breath fast and shallow as he tried to get it back. His back was pressed to the door, his azure eyes frightened, shaking. He clutched the books in his arms closer to his chest, his knuckles white. His heart thudded loudly in his chest, and his knees gave out, so the boy slid to the floor, his dirty blond hair sticking out in spikes darkened by the dim light of the room. He was in an old teaching room, maybe for about five students only.
"It wasn't… supposed to be like this." He whispered to himself, trying to catch his breath. "Why…?"
The boy sitting on the floor nearby with his knees to his chest looked to the other, paler boy. His own azure eyes were just sad, his brown spiky hair sticking out in many directions.
"I don't think this is… a good idea anymore, Roxas." The brown-haired boy whispered. "They don't want us here, I can tell."
"Shut up." The boy called Roxas hissed. "Don't think like that! Remember who we're doing this for!"
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
"But… she wouldn't accept this, either. You know that, and yet…" The brown-haired boy looked down to his feet, his hands clutching his legs tighter. "She'd never want us to sacrifice this much."
"We have to, at least for now." Roxas looked to the boy who seemed like his brother. "Come on, Sora. It won't be for long; he said one month, and then she'll be okay."
Being like the oldest should be, the blond stood up, holding out a hand to his brother. Sora looked to his offered hand, to his brother, and then he took it, pulling himself to his feet.
"Just… one month." Sora sniffed.
"That's right." Roxas smiled, a hint of sadness in the gesture. "One month."
It took them great courage to open that door again, and walk into the crowd of wary and jeering teenagers. Keeping his head high, Roxas pulled his brother along.
"The taller one… is he the one who-"
The teen who started that sentence didn't finish it, but instead earned a foot into his stomach, making him fall back into the lockers behind him. Roxas stood beside the teen, picking him up by the collar of his shirt.
"Keep my brother out of your lies." He hissed, the boy clawing at Roxas' hand. He let go, making the boy drop back into the floor. Turning back to his brother, he motioned with his hand. "Come on, Sora."
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
"Well, don't they look interesting." But no one knew the source of that voice, its owner melting into the crowd.
They were seen as outcasts from the start; rumors that weren't even close to the truth sprung about them. Roxas kicked and punched a few people who dared say anything about his brother. Sora really wasn't the fighter type, just an emotional teenager.
In their classes on that first day, they kept to the back, sitting side by side, their only comfort. They didn't say anything; the two boys kept to themselves, drawing the line between the wanted, and the unwanted.
"We made it." Sora sighed in relief, clutching his left forearm in his right hand tightly, his eyes looking at his feet.
"Only thirty more days; we can do it." Roxas told him, smiling. "And then everything will go back to the way it was."
"Yeah?" Sora looked to his twin brother, his eyes hopeful. With a smile Roxas held up his index finger; their way of promising.
"I promise."
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
"Okay then. I'll hold you to i- owies!" The younger twin cried out, banging into someone who had been immersed in a book. Both fell, a few books and papers flying. Sora scratched behind his head, the corners of his azure eyes with tiny tears.
"You okay?" Roxas knelt beside him, did a quick one-over, before looking to the other boy. "What's your proble- oh, you didn't see him, did you?"
The teen shook his head, groaning. He shook out his pale blue hair, his blue eyes coming into focus.
"Sorry about that; Axel always tells me not to read while I walk – I guess I've learned my lesson." He started to pick up his books. "I'm Riku."
"Hiya Riku!" Sora smiled, already over his little injury. "I'm Sora, and this is my older twin brother, Roxas." He gestured to Roxas, who nodded. Sora shouldered his bag.
"Damnit Riku! I told you!" A fist came down to hit the teen on the head. "One of these days I knew this would happen."
"Axel!" The teen hissed, rubbing his head with his hands. "That hurt, damnit."
Sighing, Roxas stood up and helped his brother to his feet.
"Sorry for the inconvenience." Roxas told Riku, giving a short wave of his hand. "Come on, Sora. We're allowed to go today."
"Oh, really?" Sora's eyes lit up a fraction, shining. "I didn't even remember!" He turned briefly to Riku and Axel. "Nice meeting you!"
They disappeared down the sidewalk, not leaving the chance of anyone following them.
"Strange pair." Riku muttered, watching after them.
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to god he hears you
And pray to god he hears you
Roxas walked by the man in the chair outside the hospital room door, not acknowledging his presence, even when he tried to tell him something. He pulled Sora along until they came to the side of the bed, their eyes a little less lively. The woman in the bed smiled at them, her eyes half closed and her brown hair splayed around her. Two IVs were connected to her, one on each arm, feeding clear liquid into her veins, monitoring her heart. A bandage wrapped around her collarbone, going to the top of her neck.
"How are you feeling?" Roxas whispered, sitting on the chair beside the bed. Sora sat on his brother's lap, taking the woman's hand and brushing his fingers on her palm.
The woman smiled, breathing gently.
"I'm fine. Stop worrying so much, Roxas." She told him, squeezing Sora's hand briefly, with effort. "How was… your first day?"
His eyes darkened a second, before they returned to normal.
"It was fine." He lied, mustering the most genuine smile he could handle. She seemed to buy it, her smile widening before she went into a coughing fit. Being paralyzed from the neck down, she couldn't necessarily feel the pain she was in. A deathly bliss.
A man came in through the door, holding some medication, wearing a white coat.
"Visiting hours are over, I'm afraid." The man said, coming to give the woman an injection. "I'm afraid, however, that you will not be able to come see her for a full two weeks."
"We know." Roxas looked down, holding one of his brother's hands tightly. "Thank you for doing all you can to help our mother."
"It's my job." He said simply, dismissing them. Sora led the way out.
"Thirty days. That's all we have to live with." Roxas whispered to himself, his hand on his brother's back, leading the way out.
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
In his dream that night, it was a beautiful day, witnessing as his world fell apart, piece by piece.
"I'm sorry." A random adult he didn't know said, speaking privately to he and Sora in the hallway, having pulled them out of their class – which one, it didn't matter to Roxas. "She didn't make it – her heart paralyzed, and she died."
His world tilted.
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you loose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
Sora fell to his knees, his face already streaming in tears. He cried out, clutching fistfuls of his hair in his hands, his hands at the side of his head. His cry made ears ring in the nearby classrooms, getting the attention of everyone within them. Heads poked out of the classroom doors.
"No… she... promised." Roxas whispered, his hands shaking. "She promised!" He cried, still standing, tears running smoothly down his face and falling to the floor, his hands clutching the sides of his head. "If that bastard hadn't-"
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
A crowd gathered, Roxas falling to his knees with his hands flat on the ground. The man left without a word, not even whispering an 'I'm sorry,' that might have made things different. Whispers gathered.
He cried out for real, shooting out of bed and almost falling to the floor in his haste. His forehead was covered in sweat, his blankets a mess at his feet. He put his hands to his face, closing his eyes.
"Just a dream, just a dream…" Roxas whispered, shaking slightly. His voice gave him comfort in the silence. He glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table that sat in between his and Sora's beds. The time read four in the morning.
"Damn." He muttered. "Might as well get up, I guess." He brought his feet to the edge, getting up and wrapping a blanket around himself to keep the morning chill from his body. He tiptoed out, not waking his brother as he walked down the hallway of the house, and down the stairs gently, walking barefoot into the kitchen. He turned on the water boiler, yawning.
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
"I hope that never happens." He sighed, sitting on the stool beside the counter, holding his head in his hands. "That'd just kill Sora." He looked out the window that revealed the darkness of the moonless and starless night. "Why did he have to go and leave?"
The water finished boiling during his silence; he ignored it, looking to the counter top.
"He never cared, did he?" His voice cracked. "Never liked us, never will."
In his remorse, he sat there, waiting the sunrise.
Heya everyone! There'll be another chapter up in just a bit, mmk? =3 The song is How to Save a Life by The Fray