(forget the A/N, I have nothing to say)
Warnings: Bad language. Like, 'f*ck' three times in one paragraph.
X-blade025: mmmm...kinda. Roxas is just, like, super awesome in this (as you will soon see! :3 )
Roxas was lying on his bed, bored out of his skull. He found that whenever he didn't have school, he could never really fill up the day...plus, Sora wasn't there, so he couldn't help with the boredom.
It hit three and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. Sora should be back soon. He heard a vibrating and glanced around, realising it was his phone. He picked it up, frowning, wondering if it was Sora.
Pressing it on, he picked up the call. An unknown number..?
"Hello? Roxas?"
"Nami?"
"Oh good. I was wondering, is Sora there with you?"
Roxas frowned. "No."
"Oh...I see."
"Why?"
"Well, he didn't come to last period, and I wondered if he'd skipped and gone back instead...But if he isn't with you, then he couldn't have."
"When?"
"When what?"
"Did he go missing?"
"Um...Well, he didn't come in after fifteen minutes, so...oh, and Seifer came in late too. About half an hour late. I wasn't sure if maybe something had come up and he'd been sent home..."
Roxas felt a tingle run through him. This was bad. He didn't know why, it just was.
"Okay. Thanks Nami," he said, hanging up. Quickly dialling a number, he waited and desperately hoped it picked up.
"Roxas? Why are you calling me? I'm still at school," Cloud's irritated voice came.
"Sora's missing."
Cloud was silent for a moment. "What?" he managed finally.
"He disappeared at fifth period. Nami hasn't seen him. Seifer came in late too."
"...When was this?"
"About two."
"Fuck...Listen, Roxas, if anyone rings and you know it isn't me or Leon, don't answer it."
"Why?"
"Just don't. Please."
Roxas frowned, about to ask again, when a voice came through the phone. "Mind if I cut in?"
"Wha...who are you!?"
"Now now Mr Strife, don't be like that. I merely wished to talk to you two charming young boys."
"Who are you?" Cloud demanded again, and Roxas could hear the anger in his voice.
"Honestly, you won't get anywhere in life if you act like that."
The voice sounded unimpressed, but if Cloud was feeling at all like Roxas, he didn't give a fuck.
"Where's Sora?" Roxas tried instead, fighting to keep the anger out of his voice.
"Ah, a civil young man at last. And asking the right questions too, I see! Your brother is safe, don't worry."
"Where is he?!" shouted Cloud.
"Temper temper, Mr Strife. I'll be in touch again. I merely wished to let you know that your brother is in our capable hands."
There was a beep, and the two boys were left speechless. Roxas had gone completely white.
"C-Cloud?" he asked finally.
His brother gave a roar. "Fuck it!" he screamed, then the phone went dead.
The class stared at the livid Cloud, backing away slightly. He'd asked to just have a few minutes to answer the phone, but had gotten more panicked with each passing second. Finally his face had drained of colour, and he stared into the distance.
Now he was in a complete rage. They didn't really understand what was going on, and kept back. Only Leon stood up, crossing over to his (boy)friend.
"Cloud? What happened?" he asked.
"Sora...they got Sora..." Cloud whispered, burying his head in his hands.
"Who got Sora?" Leon asked though he thought he knew the answer.
Cloud raised his head, gazing at Leon with slightly desperate eyes.
"The Heartless..."
Sora really wasn't sure where he was anymore. All he knew was that the chair was really uncomfortable, his hands were restrained behind his back and ached, and he was really thirsty.
The blindfold was still on, so he didn't know if he was in the room alone or if somebody else was also there, but he didn't really feel like talking to himself in case someone did happen to be there.
The door opened, and he raised his head out of instinct, eyes flickering blindly for whoever it was. The man gave a chuckle, and he shivered at the sound.
"Your brother certainly has a temper."
"Which one?" Sora asked, trying to remain light-hearted. If he didn't, he'd just freeze up.
"Both of them, I presume, but the older expresses it more."
"Yeah, he's always like that. I think he enjoys shouting."
The man gave another chuckle and Sora held back a grimace. The man walked forward, his feet clanking loudly on the floor. He stopped a short way away, however.
"Now, young Mr Strife, I'm sure you understand your situation? Maybe even why you're in it?"
"No, not really."
"You have no idea who we are?"
"I haven't got a clue. All I know is that I was heading from the boring English class to DT, then Seifer grabbed me and dragged me out."
"I see..." the man murmured. For a moment they were silent, and Sora began to worry, then they spoke again. "What would you do if I told you we were the Heartless?"
"The Heartless? Oh, I've heard a few rumours about you guys."
"Indeed?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Like what, exactly?"
"Well, er, y'know...that you're a big-shot in the whole gang business? And, er, like guns?"
"We like guns, you say? Indeed..."
The man began walking again, and Sora desperately strained his hearing, trying to pinpoint exactly where he was. A sudden clicking noise made him freeze, and then a cold metal was pressed against his head. He shivered, closing his eyes.
"As you say, we 'like guns'. This here is a rather nice little gun, if I do say so myself." There was a creaking sound, and then the man's voice was closer. "I want you to answer all my questions truthfully, Mr Strife. I can tell when you're lying. And I'm very sure my gun would like to taste your brain if you don't tell me the entire truth."
Sora really wanted to run. Run and get away from this man who was holding a gun at his head.
"Now, Mr Strife. What do you know about the Heartless?"
"Not much," Sora admitted. "I know you guys have done a lot of crimes, liking murder and terrorist stuff."
"And how did you know that?"
"...I searched it on the internet."
"Ah, so you didn't hear any rumours?"
"A couple."
"Oh? And what are they?"
Sora hesitated, and the pressure increased. Fighting to stop himself from crying out, he stiffened.
"Well, one is that you're bad news. Not a crowd to get mixed up in. And the other is that Mr Dee is part of them."
"I see. Now, why were you searching for us, hmm?"
Sora swallowed. "You killed my parents."
"Oh, we did, did we? And where's your proof?"
"...I don't have any."
"So you are accusing us of killing your parents, when you don't have any proof? I'm hurt."
He stood, moving away, and Sora nearly breathed a sigh of relief when he continued talking.
"Do you know what I do when I'm hurt, Mr Strife? I kill the thing that hurt me."
Sora heard the gun cocked, and stiffened, fear racing through him. 'Oh god oh god oh god...'
"Good bye, Mr Strife."
'No...'
There was a click, and suddenly the man shouted, "BANG!" Sora jumped, giving a frightened yell as he tried to turn away. Realising he hadn't actually been shot at, he let his head drop, panting and his body shaking.
The man gave a laugh, patting his cheek. "You're going to be good fun, kid," he said, walking to the door and closing it behind him. Sora waited until he was sure that he was gone before squeezing his eyes shut, tears falling from them and wetting the fabric around his eyes.
'Cloud...Roxas...'
A/N: Now you know why I called it BANG!. Because that is the bit that Sora completely freaks out at.
Mr Dee. I know what Seifer's last name is, but I just...Seifer Dee. Turn it around? Dee Seifer. DeeSeifer. Decipher.
I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.
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