Author's Note – Alright Chapter Two, written the same night as the prologue and Chapter one though the first official chapter and this were the next day. Hope you guys enjoy and all that good stuff. Feedback and reviews are highly accepted and loved. Thanks so much
Disclaimer : Don't own the characters or the game Kingdom Hearts. Plot for this story is mine though.
Chapter Two
The water was turned down to barely lukewarm, as the soft spraying water rolled over his head, soaking through bed ruffled hair, and running down his injured shoulder. Though his muscles were still stiff, Roxas rolled his good shoulder, careful as he rocked his head side to side to release tension in the upper muscles. The skin around his scarred flesh would probably be paler when all the bruising finally goes down.
Only a few had seen what had become of his body, what he hated to look at every time he was naked or shirtless. He refused to take his shirt off, nearly biting someone's head off when they asked to see the markings on his body. People had stopped asking after the first two weeks of him being home.
Sora was one of the few that got to see it, mostly because he helped keep the tender skin clean, and with fresh bandages. Skin around his shoulder was feeling tight, and he knew it was close to the full moon again. Roxas didn't know why, but after the attack, the two full moons he had gone to had been tense.
Heavy moments of anger and rage at someone or something, Roller coaster of strong emotion as the full moon had come and pasted. He felt to tight in his own skin, as he felt stretched over his bones. Bones and pretty much everything ached from that point. He shook and hid away in his room, burrowing beneath the mound of pillows and warm cozy blanket.
When he woke up that morning, and for the next two days after that, he felt dread. Pissed off, and hungry. Drug induced sleep is what he had got when he started to become too frantic. The panic made him more jumpy as the day went on, and the pain was near excruciating.
The doctors had said it stress from the traumatic event, and gave him a mild sedative to go along with his pain pills, keeping him calm. There was still half a bottle sitting on top of his dresser, innocently sitting there until he needed to take one.
Letting out a hiss of a breath, Roxas rolled his injured shoulder, the skin pulling tight, and the ligaments and muscles aching. As Roxas leaned forward and rest his forehead against the wall shower, he felt the need to hit something. The feeling itself itched along his hand making it clench, and muscles tense up tight.
His adoptive parents Leon and Cloud, had both brough it more then once, that it might be a good idea for him to stay home for a few more months, since school would be starting back up soon. They wanted to make sure he could handle being around so many people, and that his wounds had healed up well enough.
Roxas wasn't in many sports, he mostly played soccer, but he felt no need to do so this year. The excitement he got when he was pumped up and ready to get out on that field, either for practice or for a game. The girls in the stand that cheered his name, made his eyes shine bright, and his grin wide, but it was less the fact that beautiful girls were cheering his name, and the fact that he had friends and fans around him.
Life had mostly gone on without him. People had tried to come see him, but it didn't work out so well. So they stopped showing up as much, sometimes he got phone calls, but right now, all he wanted was soliditude.
The cooler water yanked him out of his thoughts, but he made no move at first to turn the frigid water off. The coolness of it felt amazing over the heated flesh. At first, everyone had panicked at the fact his fever hadn't gone down as much as it should have, thinking that he had an infection, but for the most part, he was healthy.
Hitting the handle to the shower, effectively cutting off the water that was starting to make him shiver. Opening his eyes Roxas slide the curtain back and reached next to the shower grabbing the fluffy white towel. He started with his shoulder, just getting it over with. The soft materiel was better as it didn't rub against the tender damaged flesh as bad as the one's he used to have.
As he rubbed the towel over his body he started to think about if his parent's were right. Maybe going back wasn't the best thing...but he felt a deep seated need in his gut, that he needed to go back. The need to be around other people..maybe not it, but there was something there that he needed, and he was starting to make him frustrated that it wasn't clicking in his brain on exactly it is...that he NEEDED.
Grabbing the curtain bar above his head with his good arm, he used it to make sure he didn't slip -which he usually did- and carefully stepped over the side of the tub onto the fluffy mat next to the shower. With the other leg, and now both feet planted, Roxas shivered against the cooled air in the bathroom.
The mirror above the double sink was fogged, some places on it heavy then others, and others places already fading. Silence filled the room as he stood quietly infront of the mirror, inner debate going on as weather or not he should wipe the mirror off and look...He had put it off for this long, and if he couldn't look now, then it was hopeless.
Reaching forward with a slightly shaking hand, finger tips pruned, he used the white towel to wipe away the fogged mirror, smudges making it blurry, but clear enough he could see himself. Bright blue eyes didn't look away from the one's that stared back, as he wiped away the rest of the fog.
Job completed he stared into the fact of the boy that was left. Dark circles etched under blue eyes, pale pink lips parted slightly, drawing in deep breaths. His spike hair dripped small droplets down his back, making him nearly flinch as they cooled. Cheeks and tips of ears flushed, everything else porcelain pale as it had been before.
Slowly..so slowly he let his eyes trace down his neck, expression having gone completely blank. Eyes nearly looked back up at the first sight of scars at his shoulder. He knew they were tracing up his back to, but he didn't wanna turn around and see just how badly they were.
The scars weren't as bad as most would say it was, as the skin that had been grafted over kept it looking less like Frankenstein stitched together. They..were ugly. Stinging sensation of his eyes made him blink and lock onto the bruises. Though he knew they would fade, it was hard to look at as pronounced as they were.
Body forever marred, scarred and broken. Yes..he was glad to be alive, blessed even..this made him realize that. Roxas wasn't sure were to go from there, but he knew he couldn't bare to look at what had happen to him, all of it in plain sight.
Grabbing the clothes he had left on the counter, careful so they wouldn't get covered in water, the first to be put on was his shirt. All he wanted was to cover the evidence of something he had endured, though in the future he would have to face it eventually. The soft long sleeved grey shirt slipped over the silky wet spikes and around his neck.
Slipping his good arm through, clenched his teeth as he did the next. Carefully pulling itdown with both arms and buttoning up the three small buttons in the front. The sleeves of the shirt were long, reaching just to the webbing at his thumb. Next came boxers and pants. Roxas knew sorta picked theses out for him to be comfortable in, the materiel for each article of clothing was soft cotton and stretchy. Sitting down on the closed toilet, Roxas hissed and flinched at the cold porcelain pressed against his bottom and thighs.
Sitting down was safe, seeing as it was harder to keep his balance and get the clothes on at the same time. Quickly slipping both over his feet and up his legs, he sighed before going through all the other routines. Today felt like it was gonna be a long one, and all he had in mind to do, was think and if so, prepare.
He hadn't made up his mind, but he was pretty sure that he was going to go to school when it started. His gut clenched and he knew when to listen to that...what happened to get the scars on his body taught him that.
Sighing he exited the bathroom. Lots of plans were going to be made, and he only had two weeks to figure it all out...god forbid everything wasn't ready...Sora would freak out.
