The-Helical-Impulse
Disclaimer- *sigh* I see tons of great discliamers, and then I realize that hey...you pretty much already now there's no way in hell I could possibly own the Square Enix 'Empire' if I'm writing a fanfiction about some of their greatest characters where half (or more) are gay, eccentric, or dead...Okay, this looks more like a rant...I'll stop now.
Warning- Language, Yaoi, Cross-dressing
Summary- AU Kingdom Hearts AkuDemy fanfiction: 'trying to remember your name afterwards and then wondering what was worth more to you, which one you would choose if it was forced upon you (which it will be, undoubtedly) if he found out.'
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Closer to Uncertainty
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You will hear (and ignore) that small choked sob that he was trying to hold back as he stumbles out of the passenger seat. Hurriedly fixing his clothes and hugging those skinny black stilettos to his chest, because the strap broke when he tried to pull them off in the rush for the backseat.
You won't stop him from walking away either, as he blinks up at the dingy yellow of the streetlight in order to stop crying and convincing himself that he doesn't need to crawl back into your lap just so he doesn't fall apart again. Out of habit.
You will whisper goodnight in a cracked voice and hope that he makes it to wherever the hell he's going (wondering if it's his own bed he'll be sleeping in tonight or not. You are unsure and it doesn't make you feel good inside).
You'll pretend that it doesn't make you the least bit happy that you've been the only one he's ever cried over...or for ever since that Zexion kid. Even if it does break your heart- just a little -when he tries to hide that tortured look when you show up the next day at his doorstep asking for his older brother.
Who you were supposed to be with the night before.
He'll let you in with that painful smile that almost makes you wanna reach out and wrap- no. You'll ruffle the rigorously gelled spikes and brush past him holding your breath as he whimpers quietly to himself.
He didn't think you heard, and you won't let on that you did.
You'll go up the worn steps and down the hall a little ways to the door that's usually open- just a crack though, so 'mom' doesn't get suspicious -and find Roxas lounging on his bed with a paperback book open casually on his lap and looking up expectantly at the door (almost as if he were waiting for you) with a modicum of a smile.
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You'll pretend that it wasn't his fifteen-year-old brother (who you called adorable- he was in the 7th grade -the first time you met him) who was trembling and breathless and wanting more, more, more as you were fucking him harder, harder, please! in the backseat of the car your parents got you for your sixteenth birthday two years ago.
Trying to remember your name afterwards and then wondering what was worth more to you, which one you would choose if it was forced upon you (which it will be, undoubtedly) if he found out.
...And the sad thing is...you don't know because Demyx would never make you choose and Roxas would never stop loving you even if you did.
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A/N:
reviews aren't demanded but are highly euphoric.
another thanks to anyone who actually made it past the first sentence without wanting to go 'this should never have been posted'. and creative criticism is welcome as well.
(May be going in for reconstruction and could involve a second part or tuning into a chap-fic...tell me what you think.)