Author's note: No real focus pairing, however, there is Akuroku, Soriku, Cloud/Tifa, and Namine/Leon. Roxas and Sora are twins, and Cloud and Tifa are their parents. I obviously don't own anything.
1.
"Roxas, Sora! Get up! You guys are going to be late for school if you sleep any longer!" Tifa shouted up the stairs towards her sons' bedrooms. She knew that she probably should have made them go to bed earlier the previous night given the boys' predisposition to sleeping in whenever they stayed up late, but their argument had been so solid that she figured just this one time…
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you!" Roxas' response was sooner than Sora's, and he came stumbling down the wooden stairs half-dressed. "Has dad come home yet?"
She shook her head 'no.' "His letter said that he'd be home tomorrow, but he's probably going to be late… Sora! Get down here!" Roxas squeezed his eyes shut with the shrill noise in his ears. There was no answer, and rather than just wait for him, Tifa decided to head up to see what was taking so long. "Sora?"
"Mum, I don't feel too hot…" the brunet stumbled out of the bathroom across the hall, pallid and hunched over. A tiny bit of vomit was crusting at the corner of his mouth.
"You don't look too hot. Go lie down; I'll call the school. Do you think you're going to be sick again?" She put a hand on his shoulder. Sora was rarely sick. It was just the way that things worked. Maybe it was his attitude that prevented illness from affecting him as powerfully it did Roxas or even Denzel, when she thought about it.
"No," he said weakly. Tifa frowned and ushered him into his room.
"Well, just lie down. I'll be back up in a second, okay sweetie?" She gave him a small smile before running back down stairs. Roxas looked at her, mildly confused. "Sora's going to stay home from school, alright? Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah. What's wrong with him?"
"He's just a little vomit-y. Are you feeling alright?" Roxas laughed and pumped his chest.
"Just fine! He must have caught it from Riku." The blond grabbed his backpack. "I'm going to head out. Love you," he said. He gave his mother a peck on the cheek before racing out the doorway.
"Love you too! Be safe!" The door slammed shut before she could say anything else. Sighing, she turned to grab the bar phone. After making a sick call to the school, she dialed Cloud's cell phone number.
"Cloud Strife."
"Sora's sick."
Cloud's initial response was one of silence. Finally, he answered with a question. "With what?" Tifa shook her head knowing full well that he couldn't see it.
"I don't know. He threw up. I was planning on taking him to the hospital if he has a fever, but I'd like you to come with me. After all, he is your son and you're rarely able to do much with either of the boys…" she trailed off.
"I was unaware that hospital visits should be full-family activities." He paused, and Tifa could hear the distinct sound of a train whistle. "Alright. I'll be there in about three hours."
"Okay. I'll see you soon then." She hesitated. "I love you."
"…I love you too." She giggled and hung up the phone. Now to take care of Sora properly. Tifa turned around to try to find a thermometer in the medicine cabinet. Her baby boy was sick, and she had all intentions of trying to get him better before he had to go to the hospital.