*Flashback*
Sora looked at his mom pathetically. He didn't want to move, nor did he know what to do. At least Leon hadn't touched him yet.
Leon couldn't be his father. Nothing that cruel deserved to be called Dad, especially not Leon.
Leon took a few steps towards his son. Leon bent down and placed several punches in his son's face.
Sora blacked out minutes after; lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood.
*End
of Flashback*
Sora sat in the back seat of Yuffie's car, humming to his own music. His face hurt everywhere. His nose was broken and his eye was black; heck, even his jaw was swollen and he hardly couldn't eat.
"You okay, Sora?"
"Fine," Sora mumbled. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Yuffie peeked up at the rear-view mirror to see Sora's eyes. "Your mom told me everything, Sora. That's why you're moving in with Roxas and I. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Fine. Um, why didn't you mention you daughter or your Husband?"
"Oh, I guess I forgot. It's easy to forget those two, being how quiet they are. Roxas is a ball of energy. He's a lot like you, only taller."
"What's your daughter's name?"
"Naminé, but most of the time we call her Nami."
"I know your husband. His name's Cloud, right?"
"Yep, we've been married almost 17 years now." He could hear Yuffie's smile in her voice.
"That's cool," Sora sighed and looked out the window.
"We're here! Welcome to Casa de Strife."
"Yay!" Sora said with mock-enthusiasm.
Two kids rushed out, a small girl and a tall red-haired boy. "Welcome, Sora." The tall redhead greeted. "I'm A—" The redhead was cut off by a blond screaming boy.
"AXEL!"
"Roxas!"
"I hate you," Said boy glared at the tall one.
"Haha, I thought you were Roxas," Sora giggled at the redhead.
"Nope, I'm his b—" Roxas stepped on Axel's foot, cutting him off.
"Don't say it. If you do you die."
"Bossy, isn't he?" Naminé giggled.
"That's why I love him."
That's when Sora looked at the blond, over his features; his high cheek bones, his spiky blond hair, and those piercing blue eyes . . . Sora knew he'd fallen in love instantly.
"Redhead here is my best friend, if I can call him that. We can't hang out together for five minutes without him trying to molest me," Roxas growled.
"You like it," Axel stated firmly.
"No I don't," said Roxas.
"Your pa—" Roxas elbowed Axel.
"Get out of here before I kill you, eh?" Roxas mused.
Axel scurried out the front gates of the Strife home. Sora was rubbing his neck nervously when Yuffie walked up behind him. "You boys talking okay? Where's Naminé?"
Roxas shrugged twice. "Um, Sora . . . would you like me to show you around the house? Your room is right next to mine."
"Sure," Sora smiled.
If only Sora knew what was going on in Roxas' mind. No one but his mind-reader of a sister, Naminé, knew. And sooner or later, it's coming out.
When
you walk away
You don't hear me say please
Oh baby, don't
go
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel
tonight
It's hard to let it go
