Bezarius

It was around midnight by the time Oz had left the Strife residence. He could have stayed over much longer or better yet stayed the night, but he didn't like leaving his mom to be alone for too long. So, he naturally made an excuse that his mom wanted him home because of a big project due on Monday. He didn't like lying to Sora since they've been friends since they were infants. Oz always felt the need to protect him from assholes like Riku, who couldn't keep his smart-ass mouth shut. He didn't see how Sora could remain friends with someone who was still a drug addict and could easily bring danger to his family. The brunette already had to recover from an eating disorder, which increased Oz's need to keep him safe. Sora was always too trusting, sometimes he wished that he would look at the bigger picture. But instead of scolding him of his choices, Oz decided to head home for the night. Nothing good came out of a situation if you push someone over the 'edge'.

His parents never really bothered to give him a curfew since they trusted him to not do anything illegal. So that left him a lot of options. Oz wasn't really a trouble maker, he just gave trouble to the people who decide to be total assholes to the people he cared about. Because of that he would often serve in school suspensions or after-school detentions. His mother always agreed with his choices since it was to defend his friends. Only because she would have done the same thing if it were one of her friends. His dad just didn't seem to care about what he did, it's more like Oz didn't really exist.

His father spent a lot of time out of the house due to being a well-known lawyer. A lot of people call him because he hasn't lost one case yet. If there was a suspect for murder they would be safe if they had Zai Bezarius to represent them in court. Some people gossip about his father keeping murderers from serving time in the jail cells or even death-row. Those people are usually the people who are friends of the victim's family. The rest of the people would praise him for his brilliance and say that Oz was lucky to have a father like him. They say that he should look up to a man that serves his community and his country by 'freeing' the 'innocent'.

What a joke.

Why would he look up to the man who let's the criminals roam free? As far as he was concerned Zai Bezarius might as well be labeled a criminal like the rest of his clients. And how could he bring himself to respect a man who doesn't spend enough time with his family? Sometimes he wondered if he would be able to remember his father's face if he didn't have pictures around the house to remind him. Hell, if he were to address his so-called-father he would address him by his first name. Zai will earn the right to be called a father when he starts acting like one. Sometimes he wondered how his mother could call him a husband... He knew his mother wasn't the type of person to put up with it, but she was the type who was fiercely loyal to the person she was with.

Her loyalty is wasted.

Calista Marie Bezarius is a favorite in the small town that they lived in. She dedicates her time to the community and she never judges someone before getting to know them. That is, unless she knows for sure that they're up to no good. When Calista wasn't home she was balancing two jobs. Managing and coaching the skating team, or serving people at the Crow. The diner had the best meals in Fall Creek. Not to mention the best homemade ice cream. Oz would always stop by there in the mornings, before school, and grab a cup of coffee. He won't drink coffee if it didn't come from the Crow Diner. There was something about their coffee that made it different than everyone elses. Or maybe he was just being biased because his mom is always the one making it.

She always did make good coffee...

It disturbed Oz, that his mom didn't need to work two jobs. Zai made enough money to take care of all the bills. He brought it up to her and she just simply smiled and told him that it kept her busy. How could he argue with that? As much as he wanted his mom to just sit back for a day and relax... He knew it wasn't going to happen. That was part of the reason why he avoided asking his mother for anything. He didn't need his dad, he didn't need anything else. As long as he and his mom were happy that's all that mattered to him. Call him a momma's boy... He would just shrug it off. They didn't know what it was like to have a deadbeat dad. Well, to his knowledge anyway. But he was sure that if they did, they wouldn't be so judgmental on the subject.

It didn't matter.: They could all kiss his ass if they didn't like it.

At that thought, Oz finally reached his house. It normally didn't take more than five minutes, but he wanted to take his time and enjoy the nice Autumn night. He was a little surprised that the door was unlocked, but then he thought that Danny might have called his mom and let her know that he was on his way. When he got in the house, he was sure to shut the door all the way and lock it before kicking his shoes off into the nearest corner. He was about to put his jacket into the coat closet, but stopped with his hand on the knob, just as he heard footsteps coming from upstairs. Slowly dropping his hand to his side, he looked over to the stair case while walking to the bottom of the stairs.

"Mom?" He called out into the darkness.

There wasn't a single light on.

The sounds increased and he could have sworn he heard a male's voice. He grounded his teeth together as he slowly backed away from the staircase. Turning quickly when he was half way to the kitchen, he walked swiftly to the silverware drawer and grabbed the handle that belonged to a butcher's knife. His hand tightened around the handle in a death grip as he inched closer to the stairs. When his foot landed on the first step, he heard a crashing noise. Something had hit the wall or the floor. He couldn't tell just by the sound.

Did his mom ever come home?

This thought made a growl escape his throat. What if they had done something to his mom? He couldn't remember whether or not she said that she was going to be home early. The thought made his blood boil as he hurried up the stairs. He didn't even care if they were armed or not. If someone broke into the house, he wasn't going to let them get away so easily.

"Mom!" He called out again, but there was no reply.

When he got to the top of the stairs, he made a sharp turn and ran to his Mother's room. That was where the sounds were coming from. His hand reached out for the doorknob and opened it to an empty room. His emerald eyes scanned the room. 'Empty...' He thought with suspicion. He walked toward the window and observed the lock. It appeared to be locked. And it was closed... What the fuck?

His eyes were glued to the building just outside the window. His mind was too wrapped around thoughts, on what could have caused the noise, that he didn't hear someone walking towards him, with bright shaggy blue hair and crimson irises flashing maliciously at the back of Oz's head. The floor sounded below and it broke Oz's train of thought. His emerald eyes widened as he turned around. When he did, his hand shot up and grabbed hold of his attacker's gun from slapping him upside the head. A soft growl rumbled in his throat as he tried to push the man back so he could get away from the window. The last thing he needed was to be cornered. He succeeded and the stranger backed away ten steps so he was closer to the door, but made no hints that he was going to try and run out of the room.

"What the fuck do you want?" Oz growled out, narrowing his eyes at his attacker.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"You're in my house. So you better tell me." Oz said in a dangerously low voice. "Where's my mom?"

"What's with all this 'mommy' crap? Shouldn't you be old enough to get out on your own?" The man asked in a dull tone.

Oz grounded his teeth together and tightened his hold on the butcher's knife as his eyes were trained on the gun. His eyes widened when the man lifted it to aim at his face.

"Don''t worry. You'll see your mom... Very soon."

-Evelyn-

A/N: Review, pretty please? :D