Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts in any way, shape or form.
Summary: Because we are young. Because we are foolish. Because we are both boys.
Side Note: This story is Rated M. Look up there kiddies. Okay, for my short rant, I don't know when I'll put them in per say, but they will be in here. So, bear with me. Please enjoy!
Railroad Tracks – Chapter 1
Because I'm Tired
It's like the mind goes numb. A tired feeling yet thoughts become so clear. Most of the thoughts consisted of swaying trees, smiling flowers and miles of field to wander aimlessly. That's why perfect days were so perfect. Because, like all humanity, nothing was perfect till you couldn't have it. Thus, perfect day. Everyone knew perfect days only came when the peak of perfection was wasted during school hours. Oh, how his jealousy towards the kids in P.E grew immeasurably. It was unfair.
Leaves swirled and danced along the ground, toying with Sora as his eyes followed, mesmerized. October had just begun and all across the school yard trees had turned the beautiful colors of orange, yellows and a deep burgundy. The wind had picked up, just slightly – enough for Sora to tighten his jacket around his torso. But the blue sky – so very, very blue – had not a cloud in sight and let the bright, golden sun shimmer down in through the class windows, warming his thigh.
Somewhere he knew the teachers' lesson about the proper sentence structure for papers was dissolving into nothingness, deaf to his ears. Sora sat straighter in his seat, wanting to feel the breeze as it rustled hanging papers just above his head. A chill ran up and down his spine as wind played with the tips of his hair, erupting tickles and a giggle from his mouth. Next to him, Roxas cleared his throat and he felt him nudge his foot.
Sora pressed back, pushing him away. He was tired of school. Listening to the same thing everyday got boring and he wanted to go to the beach and lie down in the cold sand, be buried down deep enough to where only the sounds of the waves shook him.
He finally sat back, his neck sore and the tingling feel of inhuman touches gone from the top of his head, lasting just a little longer along his spine. He rubbed his upper-arms, feeling through his clothes as goose-bumps arose. The tired feeling from before was taking over again as his eyes traveled outside again. The kids from earlier had gone and only nature stayed as Sora absently tapped the glass. The clock in the classroom rang out, ten bells coming after.
"Okay," Marluxia said, straightening the numerous writings he had just collected. "You may leave. If anyone stops you, it was Vexen."
Many girls of the class chimed in with a "yes sir" and rushed out the room, gossip ensuing. Roxas was out of his seat in no time, following people, ready to get to the office. Sora waved bye to him, even though Roxas was gone before he even finished raising his hand.
"Sora?" The brunet looked up and saw the pink-haired man named Marluxia.
"Marley. What's up?"
Marluxia bit his lip. "You know that isn't my favorite nickname. But where's your assignment? I did not receive it." The boys face fell and his brows knitted. Then he remembered and it was in his teachers hand within seconds. "Very good. Are you going to be late to my class again? You have a full hour and yet you never seem to quite make it." A mellow smile made its way to the older mans face and Sora grinned back, shaking his head. "I guess it's just my luck you have got almost all my classes," he chuckled.
Sora said his goodbyes and left the classroom lazily. He passed the office, where Roxas was arguing with a very striking red-head as said man had his hand in a place Sora wished wasn't there. Not for him to see at least.
Today was Monday.
Sora had almost forgotten. His hand froze on the door handle and he sighed. Stepping back from the semi-glass door, he turned when he saw his brother lean into kiss Axel. Today was their day.
Sora sighed again. An hour and thirty minutes remained till any class would come up again for him. Most of the students from Marluxia's AP English class littered an empty room while few scattered the halls, taking the risk of being seen. The same girls who had exited gossiping stood and watched as Sora made his way through a neglected looking door. They blushed as he turned before the door closed and he smiled, knowing what they had been talking about. The door slammed and they turned, changing the topic as if he could hear them now.
But they didn't need to. Their thoughts were predictable.
"Axel! We're in the office!"
"And we won't get caught if you just shut up," Axel sang as his hand moved further down his hip, fingers lightly tracing his stomach. "And plus, today is special." The blond boy immediately froze. Axel felt like slamming his head against the counter.
"Sora really shouldn't be left alone."
Axel sighed. "He's fine. I know you're worried about him, but smothering him with meaningless comforts is just going to make him feel worse. And shouldn't the other person be the one being comforted?" Roxas glared at his smirk.
"You know Sora," he growled. "Whatever happened, it wasn't that pleasant on him either."
"He'll work it out."
"Like hell he will!"
"Roxas, you scream any louder people will hear." Axel grabbed behind the boys neck bringing their foreheads together. Whispering, he said, "Sora is strong. You have that same, damn persistence once you set your mind to it. He's going to be fine. Relax." Roxas sighed.
"I know." He lowered his eyes and leaned in to kiss the pyromaniac. Warm hands, maybe too warm, traced his face in heated passion, keeping up with the kiss. Tracing cheeks, a smooth, slender neck before slowly going to hips. Giggles escaped Roxas and Axel took the moment to slip in a heated tongue. And with that, he slid his hands into the boys' pants. Roxas broke free.
"We're in the office."
"Ah, come on!"
He's never one to let anyone worry over him. That's the way he liked it, the way he wanted it. But he guessed it never stopped people from doing it. Roxas had texted him many times by now, but he never replied. They stopped – he probably got the picture.
It wasn't his fault. He wasn't so lost in his depression that he couldn't figure that out. It also wasn't many peoples fault that Hitler was a psycho and tried to kill off a whole population. But that didn't stop those people from feeling like crap.
It wasn't his fault.
The door to the roof was heavy and took most of his strength to move it. Nearly attached to the ground, screeching and scraping, it was forced open by Sora's menial strength. He had been right. The day was a perfect day. Unlike yesterday where the sky had been gray and the wind bit at your cheeks, today was all warmth and light. He liked warmth and light. It made a very good feeling sprout in his chest.
It wasn't his fault.
Also unlike the day before, it wasn't so hard to look down on the world. So, he leaned over and watched the leaves once again. Smaller from up above, the shapes molded into one another and just smudges littered the ground.
It wasn't his fault.
Sora grabbed onto the railing, hauling himself up. The bar was cold against his covered stomach and as soon as his weight was right, he lifted his hands up. Up here, Roxas couldn't interrupt him. Here, teachers couldn't control him. Up here, right then and there, nothing but sunlight could touch him.
It wasn't his fault.
But reality was a fickle thing. Cluttering your mind as soon as it was washed clean, bringing that heavy feeling in your chest back. Sora's breathing grew labored and he focused on the bright light behind his eyelids. It really…
It wasn't his fault.
And it kept him grounded. His feet slid back a little, putting more weight behind, for if he were to fall, he'd land on the roof top. But the once bright light that had gave him comfort turned a dark red behind closed eyes. His foot slipped forward, just slightly.
It was only partially his fault.
"Hey, Zexy? Have you seen Sora?"
"No."
"Do you know what class he's in?"
"No."
"…Do you want to have sex?"
"I'm not that stupid." Demyx pouted, crossing his arms. "But Sora doesn't have any classes. He supposedly just got out of Marluxia's class but he also has an hour to do nothing. And I would have no idea where he went. Go ask Roxas."
Demyx hummed to himself, scratching his head in thought. "He has his hands full… literally?"
Raising an eyebrow, Zexion looked over his book. "Was that a question or a statement?"
"A fact," Demyx said, laughing. The teacher came in, silver hair swaying as he walked. His yellow eyes passed over the dirty blond as he continued to laugh. Forgetting about it, a lesson ensued. The blue-haired teen kept his eyes up front, Xemnas blubbering on about chemistry. Being so wrapped up in taking notes he didn't notice anything till he realized he ran out of things to write as silence ensued. His eyes glanced to his left.
Demyx was obviously the cause for interruption. Though he might have not meant too considering he wasn't even paying attention. The boy with the mullet haircut was standing, chair knocked over, his hands slammed on the desk and he was clearly shocked – maybe angry? – by something outside. His hand closest to Zexion balled into a fist, knuckles turning white, shaking as it was pressed into the wood. He looked ready to yell.
Xemnas cleared his throat. "Mizu? Is there something you'd like to tell us?" The hand holding most of his weight that lay flat on the desk slid forward. Zexion caught the back of his shirt.
"No, sir." Zexion raised his hidden eyebrow.
"Then sit," Xemnas hissed, which the blond boy complied to quickly. It wasn't long before he looked over at Zexion, who gave a nod. What? Demyx shook his head, looking outside again. Nothing. Zexion also looked outside. He blinked.
Sora stood atop the building across them. On the ledge. That boy wouldn't do something stupid, would he? Okay, maybe not, considering the brunet was already stepping off. Zexion continued to watch till the boys hair had disappeared. Demyx excused himself to the bathroom, leaving before Xemnas could even say anything, even stop his lecture. The odds of Demyx actually making it to the bathroom were slim to none.
He sighed, continuing with his notes, wondering how their teacher could write so fast and not break his wrist with the speed. He only paused when Demyx came back, hands in pockets, looking quite solemn, which was never a good sign – ever. He glanced at the window, almost expecting to see Sora there again, ready to jump. But there was no one and Demyx was soon in his eyesight.
"You don't think…" he started.
Zexion sighed again. "It wasn't his fault."
No, it wasn't… He was sure.
Roxas caught up to him before he had to make it to his second class for the day. His younger brother grabbed his hand, a heavy blush on his face as he talked about how hard math is. Sora laughed, pretty sure that wasn't the only hard thing he had to deal with in the last hour.
Continuing to walk, Sora didn't realize as Roxas would occasionally wince from the force he put into his squeeze. But he let go as they made it to Marluxia's room, giving him a hug and disappearing inside. There were no kids besides Larxene there. The girl was standing close to Marluxia as she asked him questions about a subject on her paper. The man made no movement to push her away nor did she make any intention to back up from him.
Sora turned away, not wanting to get in between that mess. He knew what they did, didn't mean he had to watch it. But he was sure they each took a step away as the little amount of students that took this class came in.
Marluxia immediately went to ask if there were any questions on the graded assignment. When many hands shot up, Sora tuned out again. His hand that had grasped his brothers was cold and missed the warmth that had been there. The seat next to him was pulled out and, as if reading his jumbled thoughts, a hand grabbed his. He looked up and saw Axel, who was paying attention in class this period. Mainly because philosophy was all opinionated and Axel… well the red-head had a lot of opinions.
Sora smiled at the heated hand, made no movement to pull away, not saying he was uncomfortable even though Axel wasn't really the one who would hold his hand usually. He smiled, knowing Roxas had probably said something.
But the sinking pit in his stomach just went lower.
10/24/09 – Started
10/27/09 – Finished
Side Note: I'm sad. Even though this chapter really has no drama or angst-y stuff, my very short story that I'm going to post in the near future is kind of sad… and the reason Sora is acting like this kind of brings me down. Sigh…
I hope the next chapter will be up soon. Review!
Penelope
