OKAY, I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy or anything for that matter. THIS STORY CONTAINS: sex, drugs, drinking, parties, fighting, violence and yaoi.
Exept my brain.
And Microsoft Word.
You've been warned.
"Summer time, and the weather's easy…" I hummed along to the actually tasteful elevator music of the airport. I sighed, blowing out a mass of air. I was alone on the elevator, which was nice for a change. Being alone, that is.
I'm going to let you in on a little secret;; there's stupid people in the world and they're breeding.
On the plane, I sat next to a woman and her child. Why they made me sit in the middle, I have no clue. But hey, whatever floats their boats, right? Actually, no. That's totally wrong. The whole nine hour trip, the little boy complained of a stomach ache, and that he wanted to sit in the window seat. I tried to be friendly and nice to him, to get him to calm down, but, with my luck, he only whined and complained more. Then, the woman, spilled her hot coffee all over me. She must have gotton used to whiping faces, so she licked a hand towel the stuerdess gave her and started to whip my face, only to be embarressed and apoligize.
The only thing that kept me sane was the in flight movies, which were even hardly doing that! Seeing as how someone loved Will Smith on that plane, there was a marathon of his movies. Not that I had anything against the actor, but there were much better movies that could have made me a bit less aggitated.
Okay, so here I am. Waiting on an elevator. Alone.
The doors opened, after the slight drop that elevators always make. You know, the one that almost gives you that rush in your stomach like a rollar coaster would, but not quite as much? No? Oh. Okay.
The first thing after getting off of the that damned moving box was running to the nearest souvenier shop and bought a snickers bar, the addiction I've had ever since I was a child. Between the first bite, and the last finger I lick, it's pure heaven. Peanuts, chocolate, nuget, caramel. Who knew the mixture could make a man fall to his knees? Well, at least a teenager called Roxas fall to his knees. I walked over to a bench, and dropped my lugged on the floor next to me, so I could devour the candy bar. In the middle of my bar 'o heaven, I was interrupted.
"Roxas!" A cheery voice said from behind me. I turned my body around, my snickers half way shoved down my throat. It was Sora! Sora is my cousin. My counter part. My other me. Me and him were like brothers growing up, until my mother actually married my father, and then it was all down hill from there. Sora and his mom moved to the other side of the country, and well, I haven't seen him since I was ten. And now I'm seventeen, so I'm guessing you could tell how excited it was.
Sora ran from where he and my aunt stood and hugged me tightly, and I hugged him too. I guess it was one of those typical airport hugs.
"I miushed joo so mush!" I said, or well, tried to say with the candy in my mouth. He laughed, and grabbed it out from between the vice grip of my teeth. I coughed, and smacked him in the head, but lightly. He stuffed it in his mouth, and made a 'Oh, I just fucking pawned you' face.
"DUDE, that's mine!" I cried, standing up. Sora had a good six inches on me, so the whole grabbing it out of his mouth thing didn't work.
"I don't care!" He said, pulling it out, and then taking a huge bite out of it. I pouted. He laughed.
"Roxas! Hello!" Another familiar voice said, my aunt, Buffy. Her long, brown hair was put in a braid, as usual. He bangs slightly covered her deep hazel eyes, the same eyes my mother has. She embraced me from behind, tightly.
I felt home for the first time in a long time.