Title: Even the Wingless Can Fly
Summary: Under society's pressure, labels and stereotypes are allied with expectations and assumptions. These ideals are shattered when a wide range of individuals prove just how wrong society is. AU (Mainly Boy-Love)
Warning: Contains content not suitable for all mental ages. To be basic: lots of boy-love, some girl-love, heteros, swearing, and adult content. But it is rated T so there's nothing too extreme.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its characters. If I did, I wouldn't have to write fanfics to appease my fangirl wants and needs. ;3
Pairings: Hoo boy. There are 11 pairings (that may or may not change). There are hints of one-sided and past relationships. But the main pairing is Roxion. But I do give other pairings a chance to shine in the spotlight, so hopefully, you'll find one you like.
Author's Note: This fanfics is generally lighthearted with darker themes scattered about. There will be plenty of humor, romance, and a few bouts of angst. I apologize in advance at the shortness of each chapter. But I'll try to update frequently to make it up.
Also, the sport of "Football" I refer to is American Football. Okay? :D
I hope you enjoy!
--Liiine Breeeak--
"... he then said, 'May those who defy Mother's will be damned to a life of pain and suffering until the end of eternity.'
The little boy replied, 'But eternity doesn't end, sir.'
The elder grinned. 'Exactly, my boy. Disobey the Gods and it's the end of your happiness.'
'If that's true, then no one can ever be happy.'
The father nodded. 'It's the way of life. Obstacles stand in your way but even if you conquer them, there is no reward in the end.'
The elder hummed in agreement.
The boy stood up in defiance. 'I refuse to accept that as the One Truth. I refuse to believe that Mother is that cruel and unforgiving. Why create Life if She will grant It happiness?'
'Hold your tongue,' the elder cried out.
'No!' The boy ran for the door. 'I reject a God who is willing to cast anyone to a life of misery and into the next. If that is to be true, then She is no God of mine!' He dashed out of the door and into the wild.
For miles, he kept going. At the foot of a mountain, he came to a village. Realization crept into sight that this village was here before. Nor was it of this world. It..."
And finally, the unthinkable happened: the bell rang.
Mr. Strife cleared his throat to gather his students' attention. With groans of displeasure, the students sat back down in their seats. Impatience thickened considering that the day was Friday and this class was the last. No student was excluded with fidgeting of Friday.
"I would like you to read the rest of this chapter and the next chapter for this weekend. There will be a quiz on Monday. I hope you all have a nice weekend."
The students took that as a cue to disperse. While the other students rushed to the sunshine and rainbows that was the weekend, a particular student remained in his seat. Surprise was not evident on Mr. Strife's face since he had suspected as much.
"Is there a problem, Roxas?"
The said-blonde glared at the book before him. "I don't understand any of it. Because of that lack, I am growing to hate it."
"Have you tried reading it?" The older blonde smirked.
Roxas flushed. "I fell asleep during the first three pages. And every time I try, I have to read the same damn sentence five times before I understand it." He slammed his forehead against the wood-like substance. "It's like reading A Tale of Two Cities all over again!"
Mr. Strife nodded knowingly. "That certainly wasn't your best test last year. You barely passed it."
"What am I going to do, Cloud?! You know what Mom would do if I fail another test!"
Cloud involuntarily shivered. He knew of Ms. Leonhart's wrath from his childhood days spent at their household. He could not begin to recall all the unusual punishments she forced upon them. Timeout did not exist in her vocabulary.
When Roxas failed his last test, she made the poor boy iron his brothers' socks and underwear for two months. Just by doing that, he learned things about his brothers that one wished not to know.
Cloud pondered for a solution. Only one came up as helpful and legal. (Just what was he thinking?)
"Have you considered having a tutor?" He offered.
Color drained from the younger blonde's face. He nearly shrieked. "Nuh-uh. No way! I'm still scarred when Dr. Merlin made Axel tutor me. He tried to get into my pants in case you've forgotten."
"Oh, I remember. It took three hours to calm Squall down. That kid was lucky enough to get away with a few bruises and a broken rib." Cloud massaged his temple; just by remembering that chaotic night gave him a headache.
Roxas was in his freshman year and he wasn't doing so well in Geometry. His teacher, Dr. Merlin, suggested having a student tutor him. Of course, it was an ill match. Being the manslut that he is, Axel tried to smex up poor Roxas. He would've succeeded if Sora had learned to knock before barging into people's rooms. Then it was big brother Leon to the rescue. Axel stood not a chance.
Cloud tried another approach. "Okay, unlike Merlin, I actually know the students. I wouldn't assign you someone if I thought it was unfit." Roxas continued to have the look of dissatisfaction. "How about we make a deal?"
Roxas perked up at the suggestion. "A deal?"
The other nodded. "I'll assign you one of my best students. Just study for the weekend and see how it goes. If you score high on the next quiz, the tutoring will continue on. If it doesn't work out, I'll either find you a new one or tutor you myself."
"How come you just can't tutor me now?"
"Despite what you students like to think, I don't live at the school, y'know."
--For some reason, Mr. Strife reminds me of a stripper--
--Then again, a lot of things remind me of strippers--
To say Leon was annoyed would be the biggest understatement in history. He hated it when he had to deal with unexcused absences. It was bad enough that he was the coach of the Junior-Junior Varsity football team: a team that has never won a single game. And now, his players are disappearing.
"I'm going to ask one more time," he began. "Does anyone know where Demyx is?"
He received various form of "No" as replies.
Leon massaged his temple. "Alright, fine. Give me 25 push-ups and 3 laps around the field."
He stalked over to the team bench and sat down next to the 10th English teacher.
"I'm glad Roxas made it on time. I was actually a little worried," Cloud mused.
Leon snorted. "If anyone knew the extent of my wrath, they would be my brothers."
"You know, you're a lot like your mother." He laughed at the horrified face that appeared on the brunet's face.
Leon attempted to redeem himself. "I am not! I never made anyone do all of the house chores while wearing Mom's 'Kiss the Cook' apron for a month."
"But you did make Tidus wear a cheerleading outfit during practice for three days," he countered.
The other huffed in defeat. "It's not like it was the first that kid has worn a skirt."
Their conversation wasn't the only one to take place.
MILLIONS OF MILES AWAY
Being the worst team at the school, the boys half-assed the push-ups and walked the three laps. Even if they were somewhat good, there were only fives players (including Demyx). So the best or the worst, it didn't matter. They simply lacked the number of players.
"Dudes, where's Dem?" Tidus asked.
Hayner shrugged. "I saw him earlier. He looked pretty pissed. And we all know that a pissed-Demyx is a no-touch-Demyx." He turned to Wakka. "Didn't you guys have the last class together?"
"We did, ya. Luxord kept 'em after class."
Roxas sighed. "That means that Demyx is failing French...again."
Hayner grunted in annoyance. "I don't know why he just won't switch to Spanish. It's more similar to English than French is."
"And more useful," Roxas continued.
"Yeah and," Tidus piped in. "Hispanic maids are a lot hotter than French maids." Receiving blank stares and no complaints, he continued. "I mean, French maids are so whiny and needy. That and Hispanic maids roll their 'R's'. How sexy is that!"
Hayner's eye twitched. "Is there a time when you don't think about sex?"
Tidus scratched his head as if he was putting thought into it. "There was this one time when I thought 'Wow, I'm hungry' ...wait. Nevermind. That thought eventually led to masturbation. Um, let me think..."
"Don't strain yourself, Ty. Your brain cells will consider suicide." Roxas smirked.
"I think it may be too late for that, ya?"
A voice called out from across the field. "Hey guys! Sorry I'm late." Demyx was running across the field to his teammates as they finished their 'run'. He wasn't even in proper attire.
A twinkle came to Leon's eye as he focused on the late arrival. "Hand me a football, would you?"
Cloud reached into the sports bag and handed the brunet what he wanted. "What do you plan on doing?" He realized too late.
The brunet stood up and threw the football at the moving prey. The ball flew a couple yards before colliding with its target. The mullet-haired teen staggered and lost the battle of balance. His teammates helped him back on his feet but they had trouble suppressing their laughter.
Cloud smirked in reminiscence. "I see there is still a quarterback in you."
Feeling rather proud of himself, he replied, "Damn right. I was the best of the best. No one could bring me down." With a triumphant sigh, he attempted to sit back down...only to miss the bench.
Cloud's laughter attracted the attention of the players. Fearing the fury of their coach, they snickered into their hands (expect for Tidus, the boy feared no one.)
"There goes your manhood."
"At least I wasn't the benchwarmer."
"...shut up."
--Benchwarmers kick ass too! ...from the sidelines--
After a few more amusing moments in football (including the depantsing of Hayner in front of the passing cheerleaders,) Cloud ventured down the school hallways to complete his mission. As fate would have it, he was never the one with a good directional sense. In other words, he became lost.
One would think that the English teacher would know where the library was.
"Lost blondie?"
Cloud turned to face a Mr. Cid Highwind.
"No, I'm not lost. I'm just unable to find my way."
Cid rolled his eyes. "Oh excuse me, Mr. Dictionary." He casually placed his arm around Cloud's shoulders in friendly reassurance. "Now, may I ask why I found an English teacher in the electives hallway? Surely you didn't come by to learn how to sew or try a hand in shop."
Cloud sulked at the heavy sarcasm. And students wondered why he avoided the Shop teacher. "I can't find the library," he admitted.
The other blinked in half-amazement and half-amusement. "Huh; I thought all English teachers would know where the library was."
"Yes, yes I'm aware. Do you know where the library is?"
Cid cocked an eyebrow. "It's next door of the main office."
The blonde slapped his hand against his forehead. "Of course it is." He started a light jog towards the main hall with a "Thank you" thrown over his shoulder.
Cid snorted at his quirky behavior. "Soon they'll be hiring circus freaks. Oh wait, they already hired Xigbar." He stood in the hallway alone and laughed at his own joke. Nothing could be added to make the situation any sadder.
A little out of shape and out of breath, Cloud finally reached the library. Somewhere, the angels sang in praise.
He busted in and zigzagged his way around the bookshelves. He knew for certain that the person he was looking for would be here. The person once mentioned that they like to hang out at the library after school. Cloud felt not in his place to ask why but could have easily guessed. This person was quite popular as a punching bag.
Finally, he founded the person in the 'Miscellaneous' section. It was where the librarian placed the misfit books. The person leaned against a shelf while thumbing through a misfit book. Cloud could not see the entire title of the book but could figure it out.
Not many words ended with '-ex'.
"There you are." The person nearly jumped three feet away. They quickly stuffed the book in their bag and staggered up.
"Mr. Strife; I can safely assume that you were looking for me?" The gray-haired teen inquired.
"Yes, Zexion, I was." Cloud finally caught his breath and stood up straight. "You remember how you told me that you wanted to finish your volunteer hours?"
Zexion nodded. "Vaguely." His shoulder twitched. He was always uncomfortable when people caught him reading those types of books.
Cloud smiled triumphantly. "Well, I found some work for you."
The teen smirked almost knowingly. "If it's tutoring, I'm not interested."
"How did you-"
"Your timing is impeccable." Noticing the confused look, he explained, "The last set of tests had a 56 failure rate. The majority of that failure was the jocks. So, unless they bring up their grade in the next set of quizzes and test, they will not be able to play in the upcoming Homecoming sports events." He snorted in annoyance. "I have no interest in helping a dull jock to barely pass a course they do not put forth the effort into." Irritated by the fact that Mr. Strife was the seventh teacher to ask for tutoring, he picked up his bag and made the movement of leaving.
It was Cloud's turn to smirk knowingly. "Even if the 'dull jock' was Roxas?"
Zexion froze on spot. When he turned to face Cloud, his face held a tint of pink. "R-Roxas Leonhart?"
"The one and only." He felt rather proud of himself. It was a rare occasion to see the teen fluster. "I think you can change your interest for this special case."
"I hate you when you do that."
"I'll take that as a yes. Here's his cell number."
--CHAPTER ONE: Completed--
Chapter One is done with more to come! Reviews will be appreciated. Thank you for reading.
Fun Fact about the Author:
My watch is exactly 14 minutes and 36 seconds off. Every time I look at my watch, I automatically subtract 14/15 minutes. Thus, I can't change the time on my watch or I would be confused. DX
I have destroyed the purpose of the watch.
I leave you with this:
"Let this be a lesson to ya, Yug; never, under any circumstances, leave your beaver exposed." –Joey/Katsuya
"You're right, Joey. My beaver was on full display. Next time, I'll take better care of my beaver." –Yami
"I didn't know Yugi had a beaver." –Teá/Anzu
-From LittleKuriboh's Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series