Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue.
Yoru: I know, high school fic. Come on, get the collective groan out of your systems…(readers groan). People do these all the time, I know, but I hope mine's something a little different.
Kuronue: Well, at least some of the pairings are.
Yoru: But you don't get to know what the pairings are until I decide you do! (evil laugh) Anyway, this fic is rated M for a reason. Or many reasons, in fact.
Kuronue: Warnings: yaoi, rape, incest, sex with a minor, pre-nuptial pregnancy, mild and severe sexual harassment, physical and emotional abuse, underage drinking, AU, and probably some OOC.
Yoru: If any of that offends you, either leave now or grin and bear it. I warned you, so no flames.
Zexion
Dads are supposed to love you. It's just part of the job description. Right? They're not supposed to yell at you for no reason, or hit you, or ram you up against the wall by your neck. They're not supposed to shove their tongue down your throat, or touch your penis, or force you to suck theirs, or jam it into your unwilling, unprepared body. Right? If you tell them no, or struggle, or whimper or scream or cry, they're supposed to apologize and cuddle you. Tell you it's all right. Tell you they love you.
Right?
Zexion lifted the pencil from the paper, staring down at his own words but not really reading them. There was no way in hell he could turn that in for Psychology class, even though the assignment was about family life. Zexion sighed and crumpled up the paper, throwing it into the trashcan beside him. He had to make something up – he couldn't write the truth. Sighing again, he picked up his cell phone and dialed.
"Demyx?"
"ZEXY!"
Zexion winced at his friend's shout of glee.
"Zexy, why are you calling? Is it because you just longed to hear my voice? Is it because you wanted me to serenade you from outside your window? Is it because…"
"Demyx, I need help with the Psychology assignment." Zexion sighed as Demyx's voice tapered off.
"Well, damn, Zexion, that's not very exciting."
"It's about family life."
There was a silence on the other end.
"Zexy, maybe this is your chance to tell someone about him hitting you."
If only that was all, Demyx. "Dem, he's not hitting me. He's just not the most…careful parent. Now please tell me what I can write."
A sigh, "Well, Zexy, guess you just need to write about what you wish your family had and make it sound like it's true."
"Good idea."
"Zexy, I don't like helping you lie."
"It's not really lying. It's expanding the truth. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Where you'll swoon in my presence?" Demyx's voice had returned to its lighthearted tone.
"Absolutely. Bye." Zexion flipped his phone closed, returning to his paper. If he didn't finish before his father got home, he'd never finish at all.
Axel
Axel sighed as he watched the clock. Reno was supposed to be home from work by now, which meant he'd gone out drinking. Which in turn meant Axel would be limping tomorrow.
He wanted desperately to run away, to go stay the night at a friend's, but he knew Reno would only call him and beg him to come home. And Axel always relented.
He flipped open his phone and dialed. It rang twice before it was answered.
"What?" came an annoyed voice from the other end.
"Hey Roxy. Got a minute?"
"No."
"Liar. Come on." Axel sighed, "Reno's late again."
"I'm sure he'll be fine."
I'm more worried about me. "No doubt. Just means I'm lonely. Wanna come over?"
"Can't. Psychology homework."
"…shit."
"You forgot about it, didn't you?" Roxas asked accusingly.
"More like never heard it announced." Axel banged his head against the table.
"Maybe if you'd quit mooning and start listening you'd hear something useful. You have to write about your family life, and we're going to compare them in class."
"Um, Rox, I don't have much of a family life. The whole sister-moved-out-parents-are-dead-only-brother-left thing."
"Then you'll have to explain that and write about Reno."
Axel sighed, "Yeah, okay. Thanks Rox."
"Whatever."
"You sound like Zexion. Try being your own person, yeah?" Axel snapped his phone shut before Roxas could reply and murmured, "Crazy emos."
He grabbed a sheet of paper and began to write.
Roxas
Roxas glared at his phone and threw it across the room, where it landed safely on his bed. Sora looked up from his book.
"Axel piss you off?"
"Said I sounded like Zexion."
"You kind of did," Sora replied with a small laugh.
"How so?"
"All 'whatever' and 'quit mooning and start listening' and all that."
"Whatever."
Sora laughed, "See?"
Roxas sent a halfhearted snarl his twin's way, and then turned back to his paper.
Dad takes care of Sora, Cloud, and I since Mom left. It's nice to have him around; he's a good dad, caring and proud of us. He works until fairly late, but not so late that we don't get to see him. And he's off Sundays, so we always hang out then. I think I would be kind if lonely without Sora and Cloud around, but we all manage together when Dad's not around. Though honestly, Cloud's always out, so most days it's just Sora and me. Not that I'm complaining – I adore my twin.
Roxas stopped and stared at the page. He did adore his twin…more than he should.
"Rox?" Sora was hovering over his shoulder, reading what he'd written, "It just sounds like a drabble of emotions and stuff, not an essay."
"It's not really an essay. It's kind of supposed to be a bunch of emotions spilled out on the page."
"I wish my essays were supposed to be like that."
"Maybe if you'd skipped a grade when you had the chance, you would have gotten to write more like this." Roxas smiled slightly as Sora flopped back on the bed.
"Yeah, but if I'd skipped a grade when you did, I'd have to work harder like you do. So there."
"Now who sounds like Zexion?" Roxas mocked.
"Zexion could be in college now if he wanted. But his dad told him to stay with his grade, didn't he?"
"I think that was part of it at least. I wish you were in my class though." Roxas almost wished he could take back the sentimental words, but Sora smiled hugely.
"What, Axel and company aren't enough for you anymore? Need your younger twin there to hold your hand?"
Before Roxas could open his mouth, a good-natured voice came from the doorway.
"One brother in my class is enough. I don't need both of you punks." Cloud smirked as Roxas flushed indignantly and Sora glared.
"Psh, whatever. You and Axel would fail without me," Roxas countered. Cloud chuckled.
"I know Axel would. Weren't you just on the phone with him, giving him the assignment?"
"What, do you listen at doors now?" Roxas asked with an exaggerated sigh.
"No, I just heard you grumbling, and that always means Axel just called you." Cloud laughed wholeheartedly and sat on the bed next to Sora.
"Did you finish this?" Roxas waved the paper at him.
"I wrote a sentence or two, yeah."
"It's supposed to be half a page, not two sentences, stupid."
Cloud shrugged, "I'm sure Mrs. Leonhart will be too busy crooning over your paper to worry much about mine."
"Yeah, she'll just mark a big old F on it and call it good," Roxas replied with a roll of his eyes. Sora smirked.
"Or she'll smack you for staring at her ass again, like she did that time when her husband came to visit."
"For the fiftieth time, I was not staring at her ass." Cloud pouted. Roxas turned back to his paper, and Sora to his book.
"Uh-huh," they muttered in unison.
"I wasn't!"
"Uh-huh."
"You're ganging up on me."
"Uh-huh."
Cloud
In fact, Cloud had not been staring at Mrs. Leonhart's ass on the day her husband had come to visit. He had, in fact, been staring at her husband, the beautiful and enigmatic Leon.
It was a rather silly name, Leon Leonhart, but Cloud loved every syllable. He desperately wished to see the man's eyes boring into his, even if it was just in confusion from Cloud's attentions.
Cloud had had a crush on Mrs. Leonhart's husband from the fifth day of the third week of sophomore year – in other words, from the first glance. From the crush grew infatuation, and from infatuation grew what Cloud believed to be love. Now, a year and a half later, Cloud was still in love and still pined for Leon's attentions.
And the longer his brothers thought he was staring at Leon's wife, the better.