I took a peek at all my reviews so far, and I'm surprised I even got some. ; Anyways, some reviews have... Well, something to say about the story. I'll answer these separately, seeing as my answers are rather long.
Now that that's taken care of, let's move on with the first few things!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, the characters, etc.
I DO own the Kis family.
My friend owns Seiichi and Shane.
Other stuff: I still need ideas! Ideas for the story I mentioned in Chapter 3. Please and thank you
This chapter is dedicated to my friend Simon, my makeover magician.
Akira took off with Seiichi and Shane to show them around the castle. An incredulous Axel exchanged glances with a panicking Roxas, who in turn, was staring point blank at the wall in front of him.
He thought it looked rather lovely on Wednesdays.
Not that it looked particularly any different every other day of the week-
Oh, who was he kidding? The bloody wall looked fine on Wednesdays just like it did any other damned weekday, Roxas thought, gritting his teeth. Axel merely stared, trying to understand Roxas' awkward expression. Axel was about to rise from the bed as a hand caught his arm. Roxas stared with intent and serious eyes, inhaling deeply before speaking.
"They're going to use us," he began, drawing a shaky breath, "I dunno what for, but it doesn't sound all that exciting."
Axel merely smirked. "I like being used, Roxas. Chill," he chuckled, turning to leave.
"Just be on your guard. Don't get too close to any of them," the youngster warned, watching his best friend go out the door. I hate it when he does that, Roxas though, shaking his head.
Roxas sat alone for a moment, gazing at his "favorite wall". Disgusting, he thought. Sometimes Axel was just gross. Lost in his own thought, he didn't even hear the door open. Someone plopped on the bed, long silver hair tickling Roxas' arm. He didn't dare look after he was greeted.
"Hello!" Seiichi chirped happily. "Shane and Aki-chu were getting angry with each other, so I decided to get away. Those two are just nutcases, but then again, I could be one too. I just don't think I'm as bad as they are when they're together. It's weird, really. These seem to be more like squabbling than Shane and I do. And we're just cousins. No matter, family's family... What's your name again?"
This guy has a motor mouth, Roxas realized, horrified. Seiichi's face resembled a child's. Carefree and innocent (If only you all knew...). Roxas sighed deeply, wondering what it was like to be a kid. He'd seen them in soap operas with Axel when he was helping his hung over friend recover, and often found the Spanish ones to be a little more dramatic than others. Oh, but Axel got sick every time something important happened, and it always seemed to turn out that one was sleeping outside of her marriage and she got pregnant with the wrong guy...
"Dude. Are you even alive?"
That simple question made him come back down to reality. "Sorry," Roxas apologized. He looked down, unsure about how to respond. "I don't even know myself," he murmured, shrugging. "My name is Roxas, if that's what you asked earlier, uh, Shane?"
Seiichi scrunched up his face, shaking his head vigorously. Yep, Roxas was right about childish expressions. How cute, Roxas mused, grinning. "Sorry," he said again, "I guess you two are too similar."
Seiichi giggled, rolling onto his back. Roxas wondered what he could talk about, since Seiichi didn't even seem to want to leave. Roxas' tummy growled like a young lion cub, and he smiled sheepishly and he clutched his stomach tightly. He looked at Seiichi, who stared back with a blank expression. Roxas' grin widened.
"Do you like sweets?"
-- ♥ Days later, on the balcony.
Akira was counting down the seconds. It wouldn't be long until his peaceful solitude would be ruined once again for the past week. Akira was beginning to wonder if he should begin arranging his mother's wedding's for her instead, seeing as her taste seems to differ a little from his own. He should discuss that with her, perhaps tomorrow morning.
Axel stood in the same room, staring at the balcony with intense determination. Attempt number thirty-two. Axel slapped his forehead. This made no sense at all, why wasn't Akira begging him for his love and fiery passion? And why him, out of all the beautiful girls of the Kis family? Akira presented a challenge. Yes, that was it. Axel was getting bored of his usual flings, and Akira was just the thing to living him up. What irritated him most, though, was that Akira was presenting himself to be much more of a challenge that Axel presumed he'd be. But all the other girls were as much of a challenge, too… He ran his fingers through his spiky hair.
Out of all that thought, Axel had managed to confused himself.
What made Akira so attractive to him?
…
The hell that I know, but I like it! Axel thought happily, grinning mischievously.
Akira twirled a lock of his dark hair around his pale finger. The Castle didn't seem to be as horrible as he thought it'd be, he reasoned. Yes, it was a little unorthodox, but maybe that was what he needed.
Stop it, Akira scolded himself, stop right now. He should know better. He was always going to be the same, no matter how hard he tried. He stretched, remembering what his mother had told him and the rest of his siblings before they moved.
"Je voudrais que vous essayez de votre mieux là-bas. Pour le bien de la famille. Soyez sages et découvrez une nouvelle monde. (I want you all to do your best there, for the good of our family. Behave and discover a new world.)" Kamui stroked her hair elegantly, her expression soft. "Soyez… Heureux. (Be… Happy.)" Her bright eyes drifted towards her youngest son, her lips shaped in a loving smile.
Akira closed his eyes, enchanted by his own mother's features. He sighed deeply, leaning back. He wasn't beautiful, like her. He looked off and awkward in comparison to his other family members. Why was he different? His twin wasn't, but why was he? A sharp pain coursed through his heart. Perhaps he didn't deserve perfection…?
Axel loved using his imagination. It made everything a lot more fun. A mischievous grin made its way to his face as he crept closer to Akira. The majestic, intense lion made his was to conquer his prey. He crept closer, almost purring with satisfaction. With the eyes of the lion, he saw every curve and shape of his prey. He took it all in with great pleasure. "I will win you, Akira. You'll beg for me in your sleep after I'm through with you," he murmured, encouraging himself. The majestic lion flexed his muscles. His prey stood unknowing and tranquil, oblivious to the lion's royal presence. The lion's moment was drawing nearer, the air becoming thick with suspense. The lion readied himself to pounce, when-
"No, Axel."
The small, unfortunate young kitten left hurriedly, having been caught once again.
-- ♥ Outside the Kitchen.
Roxas hadn't had this much fun in his life. Even though he was doing the same thing he always did with Axel, it felt so much better doing it with Seiichi. (However wrong that may sound… u///u)
So far in the day, they've refilled Marluxia's water cans with gasoline, put pop into Vexen's experiment flasks, replaced Zexion's books with more 'graphic' reading material, stuck all of Luxord's cards together with gum, and so much more they've both lost count.
They erupted into a fit of giggles as they leaned against a plain white wall. Seiichi slumped to the glass floor, rubbing his stomach. "That felt good," he managed, chuckling. Roxas stopped for a brief moment to consider.
"Yes," he said with a sad grin, "It felt great."
Seiichi held up a finger to his mouth, silencing the messy-haired blond. Seiichi pointed towards the kitchen door, and then cupped his ear to listen in.
"Honey, it doesn't fit," Mrs. Kis whined in French. (Yes, she says a lot in this conversation with her futhubby (Err… Future Husband.), so I'm not gonna bother translating. Just pretend; it might happen a lot.) The duo outside the kitchen could hear plastic ripping.
"Try again- It should fit," Xemnas responded calmly in English. "Try and get all the juice out of it."
The new friends outside paled.
Mrs. Kis grunted, obviously trying.
"Xemnas," she wailed, "It's too fucking big!"
Xemnas sighed, rubbing his face. "All right, let me try."
Roxas heard a soft 'crack' and an 'oops'.
"Xemnas!" Kamui gasped, "You broke it!" The Superior muttered something incoherently, much to Roxas' relief.
"It's all right. I have another one," Xemnas reassured his future wife. "Somewhere around here, anyway…"
Roxas and Seiichi booked it before they could hear Xemnas chirp happily to his betrothed,
"Do you realize how much fun I'm having fun making lemonade? But shit, these lemonade machines are such a pain in the butt… And these lemons are too fucking small!"
-- ♥ Before dinner, where the 'lemonade' is served.
"Mon fils, pour quoi tu n'aime pas le jeune homme qui paraît de te aimer? (My son, why don't you like the young man that seems to fancy you?)"
"He's not my type, mother."
"Mais il ne te fais pas vouloir de changer pour- ? (But he doesn't make you want to change for- ?)"
"Non, maman."
From inside the hall, Roxas swore he heard the sound of cold, icy, slap to the face echo in his eardrums. He looked down at his empty plate, wondering if he was imagining things,
Or if Mrs. Kis seemed to be a little more abusive towards her children than she proved herself to be.