All The Pages That Are Torn and Frayed
by guttervomit
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom hearts, I'm just leeching the awesomeness.
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Chapter One
- Headphones and Offending Paper Missiles -
The beat of a comforting song blasted through a pair of sticker covered headphones and into a spiky haired boy's ear canal. A pen in his fingers tapped at a blank page in front of him while his other hand supported his head, numerous balls of scrunched up paper littering his desk and the floor around him.
Oblivious to a new presence in the room, the blonde frowned, a deep crease forming on his brow. Just as the tip of his pen touched the page in preparation of transferral of thoughts on to paper, he watched his pen being knocked out of his grasp and onto the floor by a paper ball.
Pulling back his head phones so they rested around his neck, the boy grabbed the offending paper missile and threw it at the tall man leaning against the doorframe, equally golden hair spiking out in a wilder fashion than his own.
"What the fuck, Cloud?" the teen burst out, voice drowning the music still flowing through the headphones. "I was just about to write down an idea and now it's gone."
The man just shrugged uninterestedly and held out a hand which was holding an open mobile phone. "Sora."
"Oh." The smaller blonde took the phone sheepishly.
Seeing as the other blonde had already turned and was heading back down the hall, the boy saw no reason in wasting his breath on an apology so instead he opted to lift the phone to his ear.
"Sora? Why did you call Cloud's phone?"
"Geez, Roxas! You have got to be the hardest person to get in contact with!" The boy's hesitant call was immediately replied with the gush of familiar voice and he couldn't help but let out a glimpse of a smile. "Have you lost your phone or something?"
"What do you mean?" Using his free hand, the boy patted down his pockets and then looking around his desk finally located his scratched and chipped phone under a mockingly large pile of scrunched up papers. The press of a button lit up the screen and revealed a total of seven missed calls and twice as many texts. "Oh. My bad."
"You're lucky I love you, Rox." The boy on the other end of the line teased. "Or otherwise I'd have to beat you up."
The blonde let out a small chuckle and leaned back in his chair, one arm resting over his eyes while the other continued to hold the phone to his ear.
"Yea, right. Like you could hurt anyone."
"I could too."
"Yea, yea." Roxas could just imagine the pout on the other boy's lips and smiled again. "So what did you want?"
"Well, you see…" The blonde waited as his friend hesitated. "I kinda forgot about the English assignment until just this arvo."
Roxas sighed. He should've known that this would've happened. "Sora, we've been reminded everyday since last week sometime. You should've done it by now."
"So you've done yours then?" A spark of interest was apparent on the other end of the call as the blonde's eyes flicked back to the blank page on the desk.
"Practically." The boy's lie slipping by unnoticed as his friend then began to beg him to help him with his own.
"Could you help me with mine then?" Roxas sighed as the pleading started. "Because you know I can never pay attention in boring English. I'll pay you back. Promise"
Just the thought of the boy's bright blue eyes widening and the bottom lip poking out had the decision already made for him.
"Fine. Just this once." Already slipping his own phone in his pocket and shoving his file back into his tattered messenger bag, the blonde started to head out his bedroom door. "I'll be there in a bit."
Flipping the phone shut, Roxas stepped into the lounge room and tossed the phone onto a couch where a pair sat leaning against each other, eyes on the television screen.
"I'm going to Sora's. I'll be back later." Opening the door, the blonde got a disinterested wave from Cloud and a smirk from his brunette companion.
"Remember to practice safe sex."
"I'm helping him with his homework, Leon." The blonde rolled his eyes and turned his back, cutting off any further remarks by slamming the door.
Dropping the chewed pen onto the now word filled pages of file paper in front of him, Roxas tried not to think about his own assignment which he was yet to start. With a yawn and a stretch, the blonde tiredly pushed himself out of the chair and headed out to the small kitchen in the next room.
There sitting on the bench was Sora, still endlessly chatting into the phone just as he had been when the blonde had first got there. Not even bothering to listen to the words that were dribbling out the brunette's mouth, the boy fished a glass out of a cupboard and filled it with soda from the fridge.
"You doing anything tomorrow night, Rox?" Sora asked, only waiting for the brow raise that said 'Are you fucking serious?' before his attention turned back to the phone. "Yea, we'll be there."
'Great.' Roxas thought to himself, discarding the glass in the sink and then heading over to lie on the couch and switch on the TV. 'I'm probably going to end up baby sitting or something.'
As the blonde flicked through the channels uninterestedly, he heard the now three and a half hour conversation come to an end before a mass of chocolaty hair obscured his vision and a weight on his body knocked the wind out of him.
"Fuck, Sora." Blinking to try and refocus his eyes, Roxas looked down at the boy that was now lying on top of him. "Are you ever going to grasp the concept of 'personal space'?"
"Shh." The brunette hushed him, a finger coming up to rest on his lips whiles his bright blue eyes stayed wide and glued to the screen. "My show's on."
"So where's this place we're supposed to be going to?"
Sora just shrugged at the blonde's question, smoothing down his shirt for the umpteenth time as they walked. "Riku knows and he's taking us so I guess that's all that matters."
'Unless I want to escape the torture that is partying and walk home.' Roxas huffed but kept his thoughts to himself, pulling his headphones over his ears and then shoving his hands in his pockets.
A couple of blocks later and the blonde found himself standing behind Sora as the boy pressed the doorbell on an unfortunately familiar door. Barely waiting for an answer, the scruffy haired brunette dug in the dirt of a pot plant near the door and pulled out a key which he used to let himself into the house.
"Rikuuu!"
Even with his earphones on, Roxas could hear Sora calling through the house like a lamb that had lost its mother. A moment was used to duck into the kitchen before the brunette bounded up the stairs, slowly followed by the blonde.
As he neared a bedroom door at the top of the flight of stairs, Roxas pulled off his earphones only to have music from a no doubt expensive sound system flood his ears. Stepping next to Sora, the blonde looked into the room, a tangle of limbs being seen on the bed.
He didn't even have to look at his friend to know that his expression would be one of disappointment so instead of being suckered in by the boy's look, Roxas grabbed a nearby abandoned shoe and ditched it at the current make out session.
Immediately the couple sprang apart, the burgundy haired girl turning away to fix her top while the silver haired boy just wiped his mouth unashamedly.
"Guess we got a little carried away." He smirked and Roxas rolled his eyes in disgust.
"No shit, Sherlock." Turning and grabbing a hold of the brunette's arm, the blonde headed back towards the stairs, yelling back at the boy still in the room. "We'll be waiting at the car. Hurry up."
"Wish I'd been that smart." Roxas mumbled to himself when his eyes stumbled across a blue haired boy sitting on a couch, completely absorbed in his book and oblivious to the drunken antics that were happening around him.
The blonde's mp3 had run out of power five minutes after arriving at the party and had since had to endure the full effects of his surroundings. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, Roxas used all his energy to try and disintegrate everyone with his glaring eyes. To his irritation though, his efforts were wasted and the drunkards continued to stumble past, occasionally bumping into him on their way, spilling their drink on him.
"How you going, Rox?" A slurred voice sounded in the boy's ear, the obviousness of intoxication causing the blonde to rub a hand against his face.
"Swell." The boy sighed and turned to see Sora looking at him, wobbling even while using the support of the wall. "You?"
The broad smile stayed in place for a few moments and then began to falter, eyes welling up. "He's such a bastard!"
"Fucking hell." Roxas grimaced and looped an arm over the sobbing boy's shoulders before leading him to a couch. When he sat down, the blonde noticed the blue haired boy glaring at him, concentration on his literature being disturbed. "With any luck he'll fall asleep in a minute."
The blonde turned back to his friend and patted him on the back in what he presumed was a sympathetic manner.
"I mean like why doesn't he even like that bitch?" Sora grumbled, wiping his face with the back of one of his hands while the other one began to bring a cup up to his lips.
"I think you've had enough of that one, Sora." The blonde quickly grabbed the cup and moved it out of the brunette's reach, a look of confusion crossing the boy's face.
The look of confusion was only in place for a few moments though as a slender yet muscular body parked itself in front of him. "Hey, Sora. Could I talk to you for a minute?"
The eruption of anger and fury that Roxas had been so desperately hoping for from Sora was unfortunately substituted for the boy's usual broad smile and he hopped up and was led out of sight, leaving the blonde on the couch to grit his teeth.
"Great party, huh?" the blue haired boy commented from his seat beside Roxas, eye's not leaving the page.
Lifting the mostly full cup to his lips and letting the liquid slide down his throat, the blonde restrained himself from hurting anyone and instead crushed the plastic in his hand before flinging it to the ground.
"Fan-fucking-tastic."