You've been warned appropriately.
This will be the revamping of the 1st chapter since I've tried to play it by mind and, unfortunately, it didn't make some sense (I think…). Thanks Vaed for the review. I appreciate that. Hope that the revamping would explain everything…
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Chapter 1 – Ohayou
The sky was painted by layering colors of blue and crimson as the sounds of crashing waves and seagulls fill the typical Destiny Island morning. Noises from shuffling school kids and leaves swept by broomsticks add to the nostalgic mood of the simple island life.
"Sora," a slightly annoyed voice stated, mock-glaring at the sleeping form of the cinnamon-haired brunette. Roxas Hikari sighed gently, running his right hand through his spiky blonde hair.
Sora's eyes flinched. "Five more minutes," he said wearily, not making an effort to stretch or even to move out of the bed, determined to set another trip to dreamland.
Roxas' features softened slightly with amusement. "I've been doing that for the third time around," he breathily said. "The last thing that we would like is to be late." He sat at the side of Sora's bed, leaning softly, forehead touching the others'. "Wake up. Now."
Sora breathed the air near him. Hmm, vanilla with a hint of mint, he thought. That never failed to wake him up every single time that it happened. It was his sort of a mood upper. He gently opened his eyes and he was then swimming in a sea of blue, very much like his, just a little bit lighter. No one would notice aside from him, though. His blue orbs grew large like platters when he realized the closeness of his brother. A slight hint of pink flushed his cheeks. "Roxas!"
"So you're awake now, hmm?" Roxas grunted. "Do I have to do that whenever you heed to wake up?" He sounds like that every single day. Well, maybe not. He gently brushed the tip of his nose to Sora, teasing the other. "Riku, Kairi and Naminé might be here at any moment. You wouldn't like to be a loser by default in a Riku-always-wins contest, right?" He then stood, walking towards his dresser to get a shirt and his set of warmers.
"No way," Sora snapped, making a little pout. "I'll win this time, and I'll bet a sea- salt ice cream bar for that!" He looked at their clock and became went ballistic with the verge of becoming late. "Omigoshomigoshomigosh," he exclaimed as he immediately fixed his bed and scurried to the shower, warm needles caressing his tanned skin. It just earned him Roxas' soft chuckle.
Late as always, Roxas thought, adjusting his warmers to perfection.
A few minutes later, the sound of falling water dampened the sounds in the shower as the brunette spoke. "Um, Rox… Can I ask you a favor?" He was like a child asking for candy, which never failed to be acknowledged.
"Shoot," the blonde replied, fixing his leather choker with a shuriken-like pendant. He could never deny the other's request, as long as it was simple enough.
The sound of the shower went off, followed by a rustle of a towel. "Um…" Sora staed, sounding hesitant, but continued anyway, "can you wait until I've finished dressing up so–"
"We would have breakfast together?" Roxas cut the statement of his brother, obviously knowing the other's request. They've always had breakfasts together every Monday morning. He grinned slightly, checking if his shoelaces were knotted perfectly. "Hmm…" He tried to sound skeptical but gave in, though. "Okay."
"Um… Right," the brunette spoke as he came out of the shower, towel at his waist, going towards his dresser. He was about to change when he noticed that his twin was still picking on his shoelaces. "Hey, you know the rules. NO PEEKING," he said firmly.
Roxas smirked at his twin as he said in a taunting tone, "No peeking, right…" He closed his eyes and faced their window, enjoying the crisp, salty air of the island.
He was just at the verge of dozing off when a pair of hands gently covered his already closed eyes, filling his lungs with a rush of citrus as he inhaled deeply. He's like a perpetual sunshine; always makes up my day, Roxas thought. He glanced at Sora as soon as the hands were removed. He saw his brother wearing the same outfit that he always liked; his black shorts, shirt and black hood. It just brings back memories.
"You can open your eyes now," Sora chirped, walking towards the mirror of his dresser, picking on his unruly cinnamon spikes. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Nah," his brother simply stated, eyes following the other's direction. "It's okay. We do have a few minutes more to kill though. I'll go check our breakfast, alright?" Roxas headed downstairs to see if his culinary experiment worked well. This earned him an affirmative grunt from Sora.
Sora went downstairs after a slight vanity check and he was mesmerized as always with the scenario in front of him. Roxas always made Monday breakfast special – all the sweet stuff he liked, then saving all the savory ones for the weekend with their friends. The dining area was filled with the scent of crisp waffles and other saccharine things that he could imagine.
Since they were living without their parents (Their father was in another island and their mother passed away years ago), they were doing things that an adult of an independent being would do: doing groceries, cleaning, fixing meals, paying the bills, and so on. They were doing this for eight years already, and they really had a hard start (That was when Roxas and Sora were 11 and 10, respectively) but they seemed to manage through the years. No one can deny the limits of one's age, though.
Cooking was Roxas' forte, Sora thought. It never fails to amaze him whenever his blond brother would whip up something new. That's why he loved Mondays.
"Hey Sorakins, breakfast's ready. Hurry up," the blonde screamed, fixing the fruit garnish that would come to the sinful platter.
Sora was always looking forward for this. He sat and looked at his treat. He has a fond nature of naming Roxas' creations. His carbo-loaded waffle was called "Roxas' Orchard" – a waffle that bled with raspberry jam, complete with strawberry ice cream, peach slices and whole blueberries and orange marmalade on the side. On the other hand, his twin's was called "Choc-Full-Of-Rox" which was a waffle that oozed with ganache (sort of melted chocolate in cakes and sort), with vanilla ice cream on the side and topped with mint jelly; he always love chocolates, that's for sure.
"You have a seat," Roxas said, washing his hands then getting a paper towel to dry them. "Hope you'll like it," he continued, flicking the used towel to the trash bin.
"Yeah! Eating time," Sora screamed as he dug on his waffle while Roxas was carefully having little bites of his sweet sin. The blonde just smiled softly as his twin downed his waffle for three good minutes.
"Hey Sora," a distant voice outside the Hikari's doorsteps filled the dining room. Roxas checked his watch and stated, "Just in time. Riku and the rest are outside. Better not lose by default…"
Sora gulped his orange juice and screamed, "You've said that a thousand times already!" He pouted like he always did. "I'll be winning this time and I will bet a sea-salt ice cream for that," he said as if he was stating a declaration of war.
Roxas chuckled slightly. "Yeah, yeah. Now off you go. I'll just be doing these dishes and I will catch up, alright?" He fixed the table. "I'll meet you all at the Square, and don't make anything stupid."
"Okay! Meetcha there!" Sora ran and slammed the door. "Bye Rox!"
The blonde sighed contentedly. Sora is Sora, he thought dreamily as he was washing the dishes at the sink.
His train of thought was shattered when he heard the door open again. Looks like he forgot something, Roxas smiled with the thought. "You forgot something?" He was then caught off guard when he felt a sudden warmth wrapping around his midsection. Sora hugged him and gently nuzzled his back. A slight blush set his cheeks burning, his heart beating a notch faster.
"Thank you for starting my day." Sora then ran towards the door, slammed it like he did every morning.
Sora will always be Sora, I guess.
Riku's silver hair glistened as he ran along the street to Destiny Islands High, Kairi riding heer bicycle and Naminé on her roller blades. For Sora, well…
"Hey! You're cheating!" Sora wailed, tripping on a small rock, and fortunately, not falling due to the incident. "Not fair!"
Kairi giggled as she said, "Sora just can't keep up with Riku when it comes to running, eh?" Her pink locks flew gently as she pedaled for a burst of speed.
"Looks like were having ice cream, as always," Naminé responded, her hands clasped at her back, swerving to the left then to the right of the road. She made a twirl as she was catching up to Kairi. "And, come to think of it, where's Roxas?"
The pink-haired girl looked at her friend. "Maybe he's got something else to do. After all, his class would start at 10am so he has plenty of time to kill," she explained lengthily, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ears.
"Hah!" Riku shouted triumphantly. "I'm always better than you" He beamed as he reached the gates of DIH, Sora running after Riku, then stopping to catch his breath.
As they went inside, Sora tackled Riku at the grassy part of the Square, the green part near the gates where students meet, slack, of just goof around before class. This also serves as the assembly place for ceremonies and calamity drills (huh?).
Sora wailed. "YOU BIG MEANIE!" He straddled Riku, rendering him immobile as he started tickling the other boy. "Who said that you can start running at two rather than three? A second is crucial for everything and that's cheating!" Riku just laughed away.
Kairi shook her head, smiling crookedly. "Um… Sora… Riku finished five seconds ahead of you. A second won't make a difference."
"But that's still cheating," he mock-glared at Kairi as Naminé watched the scene amused, giggling slightly. Sora just continued to do his job – cleansing Riku's sins and making him guilty for the crime he was accused.
"Sor-haha, s-haha-top, can't-hahaha breathe-hahaha," Riku laughed as he struggled to get away from Sora's death punishment. He twisted and turned but to no avail.
Naminé chirped, giggling slightly as she said, "If there is one thing that Sora is good at in this world, it's making antics. Riku can't beat him for that matter." She let out a contented sigh, pulling out her sketchbook to draw yet another happy Monday memory.
"I certainly agree," a familiar voice answered. They all looked at the same direction.
"Roxas!" Kairi exclaimed, running towards the guy with a skateboard and a plastic bag. "Why are you so early today?" She smiled brightly, and then walked towards a slightly blushing Naminé.
The blonde opened the plastic bag as he said, "Nah, just went to see Sora's losing streak this week." Sora glared daggers at his brother as he stopped tickling poor Riku, leaving him sigh in relief. "So, ice cream anyone?" Roxas began pitching sea-salt ice cream bars to Sora and Riku, while handing Kairi and blushing Naminé a bar each.
"Thanks," all Naminé could ever say.
They all lied on the grassy Square, simply enjoying the sunshine. Riku folded his arms, looking at the sky, Kairi and Naminé looked and named some cloud patterns while Sora went snoozing beside his brother, making Roxas' left chest a pillow. As if I care, though, Roxas thought as looked at his brother, joining him to dreamland.
People started to pour through the gates. Most of them were looking at their, because (just for the record), the Hikari brothers and Riku Misato were school heartthrobs. Others were drooling, gawking or just plain staring at them.
Riku grunted. "Here we go again," he sighed as he ran his hand through his platinum locks.
Kairi smiled gently. Nothing you can't handle, of course." She gently sat up, playing with a wild flower that she picked from God-knows-where.
"Ehrm," Naminé cleared her throat, then sported a familiar "as-if-I-care" Riku expression. "I don't have time for this. Now scram." She giggled then continued, blatanly failing to maintain such composure.
"You sure can imitate me, huh?" Riku chuckled, pushing a few strands of hair away from his face.
The bell rang, signifying the start of the first period.
"I think we should get going," Kairi stated, checking her wristwatch and easing the creases of her skirt.
Roxas' eyes opened then gazed at Sora. He shook the brunette carefully. "Wake up, Sorakins." He gently massaged the kinks of his neck as Sora slowly rose and yawned.
"Good morning!" Sora yawned again and stretched until his joints popped. "C'mon. Let's not be late, okay?" He stood up, bending on his side slightly. Roxas also stood afterwards, checking his watch and chucking his skateboard under his arm.
Riku mock-sneered at Sora. "Yeah, yeah, sleepyhead." He then chuckled and said, "Let's just chill at Potion later, hmm?" Naminé joined Riku as Kairi was running towards them.
"See ya!" Sora happily said to his brother, slapping his pants, making sure that grass was not sticking to it. He then blew a raspberry and ran towards his batch mates.
"Yeah. Now go. See you at Potion,'kay?" Roxas waved as he walked towards a nearby tree. The sun was getting prickly against his pale cream skin so now a good shade would be very much appreciated.
He was left alone. Sora and Kairi went to their Pre-Calc, Riku headed to the Chemistry laboratory and Naminé should be in her Art class any moment. He gave a small sigh as he lied on the grass, an arm over his eyes, letting the breeze sing a lullaby for him to snooze in peace.
A light tap stirred him. "Rox?"
He removed his arm and opened his eyes. "Sora?" His blue orbs squinted in confusion, then continued, "I thought you were in Pre-Calc with Kairi."
Sora smiled, then lied beside the blonde, making his left bicep a pillow. By the looks of it, everybody would say that something's up between us. The hell they care anyway. We're brothers and we'll stay that way. I just can't imagine ME and Sora – together? He mentally kicked himself and laughed at the thought.
The brunette made a pout. "What's so funny?"
"Nah," Roxas grunted. "Just feeling peaceful that you're here." And he's not lying about the statement. Now why did I just say that? He felt Sora move closer to him, his breath gently tickling his neck. His body seemed to react, in the worst case, his pants seem to be constricting. He wriggled nervously and spoke, "And you didn't answer my question," a good alibi to conceal the obvious bulge between his legs.
His brother answered, eyes closed. "I just want to be with you here. That's all." He sighed contentedly as his fingers traced patterns on his chest.
"Um… Thanks?" This was all Roxas could say. He felt Sora's lips smile against his skin. Everything was fine – until Sora's hand became quite explorative for the matter.
Roxas' cool and calm state of mind went haywire as Sora's hand went lower, now playing at his belly button, carefully teasing the hem of his shirt. He tried to prevent a whimper to escape from his throat, and obviously, he can't do it.
Sora?Is this really you? A mélange of confusion, nervousness and pleasure were muddling his brain as Sora gently nipped the tender skin of his neck. He made a sharp gasp, which the cinnamon-haired brunette considered as a signal to continue.
Sora's hand went to the hem of Roxas' shirt, gently slid his hands inside, caressing the pale flesh that hid underneath. His fingers played the hardened nubs that made the blonde breathe raggedly. After a few more minutes, his hands went down, two fingers teasing the elastic of his boxers, sensing the golden bush that was near the boundary.
The blonde moaned in excitement and nervousness. Why would Sora do this? His mind was lost again as the brunette touched the tip of his member, wet with pre-cum. His eyes were dazed when Sora sent his finger to his mouth. "Know what? You taste good," Sora said playfully.
He felt his tongue went shorter when the brunette unzipped his pants, inserted his hands into Roxas' boxers agonizingly slowly, lightly wrapping his hand to his brother's boner.
"I know you wanted this, so I'll give it to you," Sora said huskily, his breathing erratic.
Roxas' crystal blues widened. "Hey! Un…"
His statement was cut off when Sora moved gracefully, his face in front of Roxas' crotch. He gently pulled down the blonde's boxers, exposing his manhood.
"Hey," Roxas snapped, "somebody might see us…"
"Hush." Sora jerked Roxas' member slowly. "Everybody is in their respective classes; my classmates are all in Potion, so nothing to worry about," Sora reassured him. "So let me do this."
The spiked blonde was speechless on what's going to happen next. Sora would give him a head in the next five seconds.
Five.
Sora's mouth curled into an evil grin as he gently moved towards Roxas' hot boner.
Four.
His breath was getting closer.
Three.
Is this for real, Roxas thought over and over, his mind burning.
Two.
He can't take it anymore.
One.
The heat of his brother's mouth made him scream at the next thing that will happen.
… Until a tri-colored volleyball whacked him square at the jaw.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Sorry for the fickle-mindedness of the author. Hey, I'm just 19 and I need to earn for a living. sigh Now, I really need a cigarette and a margarita. Won't you agree? I know you won't. smirk Well, just wait for the update. Kindly stay tuned. Ü Please review!
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