A/N: this was a plot I wrote at random and I decided turn it into a fan fiction. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is copyright to Square Enix but I sure wish I did. I would totally make a shonen-ai game.
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The House of Chanterelle
Chanterelle's Kiss - a colorless orderless poison that causes blissful illusions before the victim dies.
Prologue
"Pulled From the Wreckage"
The rain bore down on the darkened city as the fall storms rolled in relentlessly. The world was gray as it had been since September. Midday was a strange time for lives to change. Usually, great changes came over night or during the wee hours of the morning or the evening even. But no, this change had come when the sun should have been high in the sky but was blotted out by the angry storm clouds. This change came when the lightening struck hard splitting the sky painfully in two. Separation was the theme, a broken home was the place, a rainy afternoon was the time, and the players where already there. There was the stoic blonde haired boy sitting in the upstairs window of a rundown house. Watching the storm roll by with guarded eyes usually blue as the sky but were now dark reflecting the gray skies. There was the weak brunette whose hair was akin to cinnamon sat in bed rocking madly, his whimpers breaking the reigning silence. They were skinny, weak and overall helpless in their situations. Why? Well, the weak brunette and the stoic blonde were victims of an addicted mother
As twins, the addiction should've killed the both. But by the grace of fate, they were born alive but barely. Their mother had went clean during the first two years of their lives but soon her new boyfriend turned her back on to it. By the time they were fourteen the evil man had turned them on to it. It was strange how the subtle pain in the blonde and racking agony in the brunette went away from just one little shot. The stoic blonde craved the heroine but he only took in small doses when he could steal it from their mother. The weak brunette had carried the addiction in the worst way. Since he was born he was the weaker sicker one and now feeding the addiction was the only thing keeping him stable. They were both trapped.
Now however, the blonde had had enough and had made his brother strong enough through care to get him off of it. He had fought hard with himself using the fact that his brother needed him to fight the monster that was consuming them. He won had been clean for a few weeks now though it had been hard as hell not to pick up that needle that had been sitting so invitingly in his mother's room. Now he sat silently as his brother had gone through the withdrawal for two days now. He'd fought hard against the blonde. He'd punched and kicked him trying to get to the hidden stash in their mother's room. He had begged and pleaded claiming he would do anything to get it back. Now, the brunette had resigned himself to be buried in his own mind as his own will to power warred with his will to submission. Finally, after another hour or so, the brunette lay on the bed clinging to the pillow and trembling violently.
"Roxas?"
The blonde turned away from the window and looked into the dulled blue eyes of his twin with a careful smile. He wanted to show that he was still there, still around. His brother didn't deserve to go through it alone.
"What is it, Sora?"
"…I think…I'm thirsty…" he said hoarsely.
The blonde's smile became more sincere as he got up from his seat by the window. "Then I'll get you some water. I hid some at the back of the fridge from that bastard. Just try to stay awake until I get back okay."
Sora nodded weakly. "Hurry back."
Roxas ventured outside of the room checking the hallways for any noise. Silence, good, they were still out. He left the room closing it tightly behind him before walking downstairs cautiously. He wouldn't admit it to anyone but he was scared stiff of finding someone in the house, mainly they're mother. He confidently went into the kitchen when no one ambushed him and got a bottle of water for Sora that he had saved up for him. Roxas had become one hell of a thief over the years and used what money he got to pay for food and water for him and his brother. Even with the addiction so bad he never forgot his need for simple nourishment. He never forgot because he needed to remember for both of them.
He came back of stairs to Sora haphazardly leaning against the wall. Roxas sat on the bed and opened the bottle for his brother pressing to his chapped lips so that he could drink. He tilted it a bit to wet those parched lips and was happy to see Sora able to drink it with out gagging. He was even happier when Sora tried to guzzle the water down but he had to stop him before he ended choking.
"Easy, Sor," he warned pulling the bottle away from him. "Don't want to over do it."
"Right," he whispered weakly. Sora fell forward and rested his head on Roxas's chest as his trembling continued. "Is it okay for me to sleep now, Rox?"
"Yeah," he said putting the bottle aside for later. "Go ahead and get some sleep. Maybe I can get you into real food tomorrow."
"I miss soup. You know the real stuff with noodles and stuff," Sora murmured tiredly. "Can I have soup?"
"Yeah, of course you can. I promise I'll get you some soup when you get better enough."
"Thanks Rox." Sora's eyes closed as he fell into the first peaceful sleep since he had started his withdrawals. "I love you."
Roxas laughed a little. "Love you too, Sor."
It wasn't long before Roxas had drifted off as well. This proved to be a mistake on his part and he hadn't realized until he and Sora were knocked violently out of bed. Sora cried out in pain and Roxas grunted but was over Sora quickly to protect him. He stared up at the tall figure of his mother's boyfriend. He spat at them trying to kick them apart though Roxas kept a tight grip on Sora.
"Two faggots been in my stash again haven't you!"
Roxas let out a grunt of pain as that shoe connected with his side. "We haven't been in anything, you son of a bitch! Go to that whore you call your girlfriend. She's probably the one whose been taking it!"
"You little bastard!" he yanked Roxas up by his hair forcing him to let go of Sora who tried to hold on to him. He got the same bottle of water thrown in his face. "You've been selling my shit to buy food for your whore of a brother again haven't you!"
"Let me go!" Roxas screamed kicking at the man. He knew the man wouldn't let him go and that was how he wanted it. He had to keep the man's attention of Sora and his weakened state. He made sure to keep him distracted while Sora cowered by the bed.
"Baby, look, I found it!" His mother leaned against the door with her clothes half on. She was already buzzed; he could see it in her eyes. She held up a paper bag that Roxas had seen all to often. "Come on, they ain't worth it. Let's get back to business."
"Shut up bitch, I'll decide if they're worth it or not!" He threw him down and slid a bit hitting his head against the bed. Sora's arms were around him quickly and he buried his face in Roxas's chest.
"Don't fucking talk to me like that," she spat. "Besides, didn't ya hear? Little Roxie thinks he's clean and he's trying to get Sora to follow along with him!"
No! Roxas pulled Sora behind him and used his body to shield him from the narrowed eyes of the man who had kindled their addiction. He smirked and painfully grabbed Roxas by his arm yanking him to his feet.
"So you tryin to skip out on us now, blondie?"
"Sora deserves better than this, you asshole! Leave him alone!"
"Oh, did you ask Sora if he wanted to get off the ride, Roxie?!"
He saw his mother out of the corner of his eye approach Sora and pull the weak boy up and put him on the bed. The bastard laughed at how Sora struggled weakly unable to do anything in his state while his own mother pinned him down.
"That's it babe! Show the little fairy that he still likes to fly!"
Roxas punched him the face the minute he saw his mother take a tourniquet out of the bag and tie it Sora's already abused arm. When the man was dazed by the sudden attack, Roxas broke loose and tried to pull his mother away from him. He only got a hairs reach from her before he yanked away from him and a knocked to the floor. A boot was put into his back to keep him from moving and all he could was watch and listen to that evil bastards laugh. His eyes grew wide when he saw the amount his mother had put in the syringed. He struggled to get up then shouting at her. She was too high! She didn't know what the hell she was doing.
"Mom! Please! That's too much you'll kill him!"
"Fuck you, kid," she snapped back. "I've been doing this since before you were born! I know what the hell I was doing. Besides, you know how much little Sora likes it!"
"Stop! He'll OD!" Roxas shouted to no avail. He could only watch as his own mother, the woman who bore them, slid the needle into Sora's vein and threw almost a week's worth of work down the drain. She got off of him and Sora lay there trembling and then he began to convulse.
Their mother shrugged. "Awe looks like he couldn't take it. Look, he's taking bad to it."
"Let him fuckin die! One less brat to worry about!
Roxas felt the weight on his back lifted. His eyes were full of tears of worry for his brother as he was pulled to his feet and forced to face the man.
"When he dies, take him out back and dump in the trash where the little fag belongs!"
Roxas sad nothing and the two of them laughed their way out of the room. Ignoring the throbbing in his spine he threw himself on to the bed and began patting Sora's face. He gasped when saw the brunette's nose begin to bleed and his pupils were at needle point. A doctor, Roxas thought frantically. He had to get him to a doctor. Using what was left of his strength he wrapped Sora in the blanket and carried him out of that hellhole of a house. He stumbled through the run down ghetto never realizing how far the local clinic was until now. Sora just wouldn't stop shaking and Roxas's heart wouldn't stop pounding. He took the short cut through the alley only to trip over some garbage and sent him and Sora to the ground. He groaned and lifted himself up cradling Sora in his arm. The rain caused the blood coming from his nose to run all over his face and his eyes had closed. Roxas shook his head and held Sora to him as he felt for his brother's heart. There was barely a beat.
"Sora, please, we're almost there!" Roxas cried into Sora's hair. He was too lost in his own anguish to notice the shadow looming over him.
"Are you alright?" A sweet melodic voice rang in his ears.
Roxas's head snapped up to look at the stranger who held and umbrella over them. A woman stood over them with impossibly light blond hair and amber tinted eyes that sparked with almost inhuman light. Her skin was like porcelain and glowed in the dreary shadow of the day. She wore a white coat wrapped securely around her and her pretty boots kept her feet from being touched by the rain. She smiled and knelt down in front of them not letting her legs touch the puddle ridden ground. She eyed Roxas's face as if inspecting it and then she looked down at Sora and pity came to her eyes.
"Oh, such beautiful children and pure souls," she brushed Sora's cheek as his breathing became more shallow. "Such a waste."
Roxas held Sora out to her. "Please…please, ma'am. Help us! I'll do anything just please, don't let Sora die."
She was taken aback by they're offer but she smiled warmly. "Dear child, you do not know what you ask of me."
"I don't care! If you can save him, please do it. Our mother made him OD on heroin and I'm too weak to get him to the clinic for help. He's dying! Please, I'll do whatever you want just do something!"
She touched Sora's face again. Two injured butterflies in a dirty back alley were crying out to her of all people for help. She sighed and smiled grimly. "How old are you and he, child?"
"We're sixteen!"
"Sixteen. Just barely the age requirement." She took Sora in her arms and tilted his head back. "I will help you and save him first. But you will not attack me for what I am about to do. Swear you will remain where you are and I will save your Sora."
Roxas nodded frantically. "I swear just please, he's dying!"
"No child has ever died in my arms," she whispered. She leaned forward and kissed Sora's nose gently as a strange greeting. Amazingly the brunette calmed down a bit as if he sensed the benevolent presence near him. "Let this passing pain put you at peace so that you may never know pain again."
She held Sora close to her and pushed his shirt away from his neck. Slowly and gently she bit into the brunette's neck. She…was some kind of sick vampire freak! Roxas's eyes were wide with horror and he fought hard to move but something told him to stay where he was. Something held him there and made him honor his promise. He didn't know whether it was fear, fascination or the sheer hope that somehow this would help Sora! This angel had come to them and offered the help when she could've left them there. He had to place a blind trust in her that she would save Sora.
The woman sucked away the tainted blood that flowed through Sora's veins. She had to fight gagging at the taste of such filth contaminating sweet and innocent blood such as this. Every now and then she pulled away and spat the dirty blood onto the concrete. She kept going until all she tasted was pure clean blood. The boy was pale as a ghost by then. She was amazed that the boy still breathed. He was strong even though he was half dead. He possessed the will to power and that was more than the will to survive. That alone was the true trait of her kind. She laid Sora partially on the ground and lifted up the sleeve to her raincoat. Using her fangs she tore into her own wrist.
"Boy?" she called softly through blood tainted lips.
Roxas snapped out of his terrified daze and looked at the woman. She held Sora's head for him and the message was clear. He reached out hesitantly and opened Sora's mouth. He turned away when the blood began to poor into the brunette's mouth and cringed when he heard his brother swallow. He jumped and snapped back to attention when Sora suddenly moved on his own and he rose up to bite into the wrist that hovered above him. Roxas backed away and looked between her and his brother. She pulled her wrist away and Sora whined a bit. Her wrist sealed itself and she shook her arm so that her sleeve would fall back over it. She then looked at Roxas.
"Do not be frightened by him, Roxas." She said soothingly.
"How did you know my name?! What did you do to him?!"
"I only did as you asked. He even told me your name and about your mother. Look, he's alright now."
Sora's eyes slowly opened and he stared at the sky in a strange sort of high. With a slow blink he began to sit up and was amazed by himself. He moved of his own strength and those once dull blue eyes were bright and blue as a clear sky. His skin was healthy and beautiful just like it was when they had been little. He looked at Roxas and smiled throwing himself into the blonde's arm. Roxas was too much in shock but hesitantly he hugged his brother. He was warm. He was warm and alive.
"Sora…" was all he said before he buried his face into Sora's hair.
The woman smiled serenely at them. "I'm afraid my blood was not enough, Roxas."
"What?" He felt Sora nuzzle him.
"Roxas, I'm still thirsty," Sora moaned against his throat.
Roxas wasn't stupid and it didn't take him long to figure out what the woman meant. "I get it; you wanted us both, right?"
The woman shook her head. "This was your choice. If you do not wish to be like him then I will take him but you will have to sta-"
"NO! Wherever we go, we go together." Roxas said firmly.
"Very well, then. Let him feed and I will take you both back with me."
He flinched only a little when he felt Sora nibble at his throat lightly. "Who…are you?"
"I'm called Valkyrie."
"Val-" he grimaced when Sora sunk his teeth into his neck. "Sora!"
Valkyrie only watched as the blonde's eyes closed from the sudden loss of blood. The brunette had panicked when he realized what he had done but at Valkyrie's soothing words and gentle explanations he came to understanding. It only took a moment for her show Sora how to unite them forever.
That night, Valkyrie walked into the House of Chanterelle with two new butterflies to add to her house of fantasies.
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A/N: Sorry about the beginning. Please don't flame me for it. This is my first fic and I worked hard to correct any mistakes. I was really hesitant to put it up but maybe someone will be interested in it. I hope someone out there recognizes the character Valkyrie. First one to recognize her gets a pairing request!
