Watercolor

By: Miroir du Symphonie

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Chapter Rating: PG

Chapter Warnings: Slight Language

Pairing: Roxas x Sora

Disclaimer: Sora, Roxas, and all other characters are the property of Square Enix...er, and Disney. I just happen to play with them on occasion, and I do claim ownership to the plot.

A/N: On last chapter, I received a few comments about how Roxas seemed bipolar. After talking it over with my beta, she said that he seemed mostly kind and caring, and then while they were having sex turned around and called Sora a cocksucker, among other things. He also wasn't too gentle. In this story, Roxas IS mostly kind and caring, but sometimes exhibits slightly masochistic and sadistic tendencies. Example - during the lemon, the pain from several different sources set him off. These tendencies rarely show up towards Sora, usually only during sex, and not too often at that. Sora just likes dirty talk. Roxas does love him very much, and would stop if asked, something I want my readers to understand. But what he does towards other people...well, you'll just have to see, won't you? Trust me, Roxas' characterization has a purpose.

Some more characters are introduced in this chapter, along with a teensy bit of fluff - enjoy!


II: Of Friends and Fondles Part 1

Sora had expected people to be curious about his sudden reappearance for junior year, but he didn't expect the amount of interest that was put into the event. Honestly, Sora had kept mostly to himself, interacting on occasion with Roxas' friends and making only one or two of his own. However, the minute he stepped through the double doors with Roxas at his side, he could almost hear the intrigue level spike.

"Hey, isn't that Roxas' twin?"

"That kid with the spikes from frosh year?"

"Who—wait, Sora's back?"

"Wasn't he sick or something?"

Evidently, his absence in the better part of last year's sophomore class and sudden reappearance in the middle of second term had been noticed. Scarlet flush on his cheeks, he walked towards his locker, his baggy clothing making him seem even smaller to those looking. Roxas noted his twin's distress and wanted nothing more than to hold him close, but he knew he couldn't—it would raise suspicion, something Sora didn't need. Even though his own locker was several hallways away, he walked his brother to his locker and watched as the brunette got his things organized, looking depressed. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hmm?" Sad blue eyes looked up at him.

"Listen, if you need anything, or you want to talk, just text me okay?" Their schedules were mostly mismatched; they had only Art and English together. "I'll have my phone on."

"Thanks, Rox." Roxas was happy to see his brother lighten up, even if it was just a little. "I'll see you at lunch, okay?"

"Sure," the blonde replied. Taking a quick glance to see if anyone was looking, he pressed a kiss to his brother's cheek. "Stay safe, kitten."

Sora watched his twin's retreating back, a pang of loneliness striking him briefly. Sighing, he gathered his things and headed to Physics.


The news of Sora's return had spread across the school in exactly 7.9 minutes, a new record. Speculation was rampant as to the prior whereabouts of the brunette among the upperclassmen, and it wasn't long until a certain silver-haired someone clued into the rumors circulating. Finely manicured hands clutched at a notebook and eyes widened as he listened to the tales eagerly being passed around by a group of giggling girls. He could hardly believe it, but looking at the situation from a logical angle, there was no way that the base idea was false.

Wait, Sora's...back?

Not far from there, crimson lips curled into a smile. Shoulder length hair swished back and forth, its ruby color catching the light as its owner absentmindedly twirled it around, lost in thought. "So, Akiyama's back? Hmm...but what was so important that he had to miss sophomore year? I'd certainly like to know."

The resident gossip queen, Kairi Whitebridge, was not happy. As soon as everyone knew, everyone came to her for answers—answers that she didn't have. She couldn't afford to lose the position that her talents (and her father) had placed her in. Pushing herself off the wall, she headed for her first class, a plan forming itself in her mind.


Sora's first class, to put it shortly, was hell. He would have preferred to sit in the back away from prying eyes, but being cursed with a last name at the top of the alphabet, he was front and center. The whispers surrounded him like a thick, suffocating blanket, and he could barely focus on what the teacher was saying. He had studied the theory behind the lab that they were doing with his tutor, but the positioning of the materials around the room and what exactly to do with them was a vague memory from freshman year. It didn't help that his lab partner was an obnoxious airhead with obviously dyed blonde hair and too much makeup who just wouldn't shut up. Swallowing, he sat up straighter and attempted to listen—he didn't want to screw up tomorrow.

His Sidekick (a congratulations-you're-off-happy-pills present from his mom) gave a sensual vibrate in his pocket and he brightened, knowing who it was. Flipping it open, he clicked the open message option.

Hey, you—how is everything?

Smiling, he typed back, his grin slowly disappearing as he replied. Not so good...I have a headache and I can't focus.

Already? It's first period! Where are you now?

Physics. People are talking like I can't hear them and this dumb blonde next to me won't shut the fuck up.

Aww...I feel your pain, kitten. You—hey, do you have a problem with blondes?

Sora giggled. He felt better already. Maybe >: D

Fuck you. Anyway, do you want me to come and walk you to your next class?

He hesitated. He would like nothing more than to see Roxas, if only for a few minutes, but he knew that the blonde had friends of his own and probably wanted to chat with them. Plus, his current class was on a different floor and on the opposite side of the hallway. He's already doing so much for me, plus coming all the way over here will make him late for second period. I should leave him alone.

That's okay. You don't have to...we'll meet up at lunch, okay?

Roxas didn't reply for a few minutes, and Sora was starting to worry that he'd offended him when a message popped up. Alright. Just ignore everyone, they don't matter anyway. I love you.

Love you too, Rox.


Second period, AP U.S. History, was a welcomed respite from first—the droning voice of Mr. Brittle easily put everyone to sleep. Sora relished the silence, a pleasant change from the stifled atmosphere of the Physics room. Walking out of the classroom, yawning, Sora made his way to his locker. Deft fingers twiddled the dial and he was reaching for his third and fourth period things when he suddenly felt someone put a hand on his ass and squeeze. And he was pretty sure it wasn't Roxas...

"RENO!" The brunette yelled, whirling around to face his friend, who was laughing his ass off. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Woah, woah, cool down, Sora—what's your damage, yo?" the spiky-haired senior said calmly, giving him a flirty look. "Heard you were back, just wanted to say hello." He slipped an arm around the teen's waist and drew him closer, a hand wandering dangerously south again...

"Reno, if you don't get your hands off me I swear to God—"

"Reno, stop it," A quiet voice came from behind them. Cloud, Reno's boyfriend, walked up and gave Sora a shy smile. "Hello, Sora."

"Hi, Cloud," Sora said, smiling back, inwardly feeling sorry for the blonde teen. Cloud had always seemed quiet and sad, even when Sora had first met him in Cloud's sophomore year. He had been happy for a while when he first started dating Reno, but it was no secret that the redhead used to be quite promiscuous, and even though he'd stopped sleeping around he continued to hit on everything that moved. Sora could see the strain that Reno's habits were putting on Cloud, despite his love for the redhead.

"I'm glad to see you're back, Sora," the blonde senior said softly.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, glad to have you back," Reno chimed in. "We have to get going or old man Rodney's going to kill us, yo. See you later, babe. Come on, Cloud." With a last quick squeeze, he darted out of Sora's reach before the brunette could strangle him and walked off, his boyfriend trailing behind him.

"Idiot," Sora mumbled, closing his locker with a bang and heading off to third period.


It wasn't long until lunch rolled around, something that Sora was both looking forward to and dreading. On one hand, he'd get to see his twin-turned-boyfriend, but on the other, he would be surrounded by the rest of the upperclassmen, all gossiping and staring at him. Well, I suppose it can't be helped.

On his way to the cafeteria, he felt his Sidekick vibrate again. Ducking into a corner to check it, he smiled slightly when he saw the message. Don't buy lunch, okay? Go to the car, I'll be waiting.

Smiling inwardly as his mood improved, he made a quick stop at his locker to grab a coat before heading outside. It had stopped snowing for now, but the day was still overcast with a sharp breeze and Sora shivered as he made his way to the student parking lot.

Their car was unlocked, but he could faintly make out the lounging form of his brother in the back seat through the slightly tinted windows. Opening the car door, he got in and was immediately drawn into a soft kiss. "Hey, you," Roxas said when they parted.

Sora smiled up at him, feeling truly happy for the first time that day. "Hey."

Roxas brought a gentle hand up to his brother's cheek, caressing it gently. "I hope it hasn't been too bad for you."

"It's been...okay. I can handle it." Sora leaned into his brother's touch, silently asking for a kiss.

They stayed like that for a while, gently touching each other's faces and bodies as their tongues danced. Eventually, though, Roxas pulled away, and Sora could tell that the blonde was nervous by the way his foot had started jiggling. "Sora, listen, I...wanted to apologize again for this morning. You were right. I was being stupid."

The brunette couldn't help but smirk. "I know."

Sora yelped as Roxas gave him a soft slap to the back of his head. "Rox-as," he whined. "You're being mean."

The blonde quickly kissed him again. "Stop pouting."

"I am not pouting!"

"If you say so."

"Yes, I do say so, thank you very much."

"You're too cute," the blonde said as he pecked his brother on the lips. "Look, I know you're right," he started, getting serious again. "It's just...I can't help but feel that I'm keeping you back."

"Rox, you know that's not true."

"I know. I just—" he quickly hushed as the brunette placed two fingers to his lips.

"Roxas, you're not keeping me back. Even before all of this started, I don't know how I would have gone on without you. And now that we're together...yeah." Sora rubbed the back of his neck. "You know I'm not good with these things."

Roxas gave a small smile. "Yeah, I know."

There was quiet in the car for a while. The snow had started falling again and the two brothers held each other, watching the snowflakes whirl to the ground. "Sora?"

"Hm?"

"I wanted to say sorry for this morning, so I...brought you something."

"Really?" Sora sat up, interested. "What?"

From his bookbag, the blonde produced a Tupperware container and something wrapped in foil. Taking the container he popped it open to find freshly made lasagna, one of his most favorite things in the world. Sora gave an appreciative grin. "Roxas, you shouldn't have." Setting the container aside, his twin's watching him with affection and amusement, he slowly undid the foil wrapper.

"Oh—my—God—"

The end of that lunch period saw Roxas with swollen red lips, a new hickey on his shoulder, and a satisfied smirk—and Sora happily munching on a toasted Poptart.


Sora ambled through the hallways to sixth period, careful to keep his expression blank but fondly replaying their lunch date in his mind. So caught up was he in his fantasies that he wasn't watching his path and slammed into someone. Stumbling, he braced himself for a fall when a gentle hand reached out and grabbed his elbow to hold him steady.

"Thank you so much, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going—"

He stopped as he looked into the face of his savior. Familiar blue-green eyes stared back at him, filled with surprise and a slight, lingering hurt. Silver hair gleamed in the sunlight that was streaming through the window as the two stared at each other. It could only be one person.

"Sora—I—"

"Riku?"


Cliffhanger. Being evil never felt this good.

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