Won: Kay, um, this chapter is terrible. In length, and otherwise. But, we need to get stupid Seifer out of the picture. Also, thank-you all my reviewers. Especially the one who pointed out Wakka's contradicting actions to poor wittle Sora, who actually stood up for himself, for once, as far as fics go. Yeah, he usually is pretty whimpy in some of these other fics, no offense, cause I like those! A lot! But I did something a little different.

Hope you all feel better now that this is posted, no matter how crappy I think it is! Ja!

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is not mine, nor is anyone in this fic but Liota, the mommy. So there.

Chap 7: Caught Red-Handed

Liota hummed as she tidied up the house. Saturday was the best day. The boys were outside, playing with friends, and out of her hair. She was home all day, and that left her plenty of time.

She cracked Sora's door. "You two all right?"

"Fine, mom."

"Great, Ms. O."

She smiled faintly. "Why don't you two go outside?"

Sora frowned. "Nah."

"All right. Suit yourselves, but soon it's going to get cold."

Seifer chuckled as she shut the door. "Not for me. I'm going back to the islands, soon." He noticed the obvious hurt in Sora's eyes, "I wish you could come back for a little while."

Sora sighed. "Yeah. So does everybody else."

Seifer hesitated, then put his arm around the smaller boy. "Look, I'm really sorry everyone blew up on you. It isn't your fault."

"Yeah, well, apparently, it is." Sora muttered to himself. He shook Seifer's arm off and went to the window. It overlooked the backyard, where his brothers and their friends were having a great time. Axel and Riku were there, as well. Riku seemed to be standing off to the side a lot. Occasionally, he would glance up to Sora's window. This time, upon seeing him, he stared.

Sora glared at him. The silver-haired boy looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets. A few minutes later, while no one was looking, he hopped the fence and went home.

"Sissy." Sora mumbled.

"What?"

The brunette looked back at Seifer. "Not you. Riku."

Seifer smiled to himself, but straightened his face when he turned away from his game-boy to eye Sora. "Why's that?"

Sora went back to his bed and flopped onto it. "He looks for me and as soon as I get mad at him, he runs home."

Seifer snickered. "Let him sulk. He'll get over it."

Sora sighed, glaring at the ceiling. "I hope he doesn't come back. This is all his fault. If he didn't like me so much..."

Sora felt Seifer's hands in his hair. "Then you wouldn't feel so miserable, right, Ra?"

The brunette smiled. "Right."

There was a call from downstairs. "Lunch, everyone!" Liota yelled.

In seconds, the whole group of boys were crowded into the living room, eating pizza and anything else on the table. It was a real party.

Sora eyed everyone else. Wakka was not talking to him. And he wasn't talking to Wakka, so they were even. As far as Sora was concerned, his brother had no reason to abuse him like he had in the hall, yesterday. His eyes widened as he spotted Riku, lounging on the sofa with Axel and Roxas, who were laughing with him about something. It seemed the boy had not gone home after all.

Seifer whispered that he was going to get some pizza for the two of them, and he kissed his cheek. Sora stood there, by himself, thinking. It was then he spotted the phone Riku, Axel, and Roxas were snickering at.

The brunette happened to know that said phone belonged to Seifer.

He cleared his throat behind the three boys. They eyed him, boredly.

"Yeah?" Roxas asked nonchalantly.

"Nice phone. Can Seifer have it back?"

Riku frowned at the mention of the blonde's name. "It's not his."

Sora frowned. He looked at the screen, which displayed 'Seifer' on it. "Yeah. Right." He held out his hand. "Can I have it, now?"

Riku eyed the other two. "Sure, Sora. But, you wanna see something, first?"

Sora rolled his eyes. "What?"

The silver-haired boy tapped the keys on the phone. He looked at the screen, frowning, and then handed it to Sora. "Prince Charming has a new princess..."

Sora narrowed his eyes and hesitantly took the phone. His jaw dropped. "What?"

On the screen, Seifer happened to have another blonde under his arm. The two of them were making out. Sora, although Seifer's arm was in the way of the other boy's face, knew exactly who it was.

And it definitely wasn't Sora.

He looked up at the other three boys. "How did you-?"

Riku shook his head. "Oh, don't talk to us." He pointed over Sora's shoulder, "Ask him yourself."

Roxas was looking up from Axel's chest. "I think that's your best friend, Hayner, right, Sora?" He asked innocently.

Sora couldn't speak. He just swallowed, trying to wet his dry throat. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Sora? Brought you lunch."

Sora turned to look at Seifer. The blonde's eyes narrowed. "Hey, isn't that my-"

WHACK!

"You bastard!"

The room went quiet. Seifer felt the bruise on his cheek. "What the hell-?"

Sora slapped him again.

"Sora! Stop! What the fuck is your-!"

"Shut up! You know what the problem is!" Sora growled. He raised his hand for another go. Seifer saw this and grabbed it.

"Sora," the blonde said, softly, "Calm down."

"I told you to shut up!" Sora countered. A few tears streamed down his face. He shoved the phone at Seifer. "What is this!"

Seifer froze. His eyes widened. "Sora," He gulped, "How did you find this?"

Axel snickered. "You really shouldn't leave your celly out where we can find it, right, Riku?" Riku nodded, smirking.

"It's over, jerk-off." The green-eyed boy murmured.

Seifer was enraged. "You two sons of-How the hell did you guess the password?"

Riku thought for a moment. "Why wouldn't it be Sora's name? After all, the hint was 'The little, cutesy, annoying brunette I date.'" His smirk widened as Seifer snarled.

Sora snarled right back. "So, they were right?" He growled.

Seifer turned back to him. "Of...Of course not, Ra. They must've fucked with the picture, that's all..."

Sora didn't buy it. "You ass-hole. I got bitched at yesterday by someone who normally doesn't bitch at all because I stuck up for you." He wrenched his hand from Seifer's grasp, and went for a punch, "I cared about you!"

Seifer caught the boy's fist, eyes narrowing. "Don't put your hands on me, Sora." He hissed. He twisted Sora's arm behind his back. "I can beat the shit out of you. Yeah, I was dating Hayner. He was a better catch then you." The blonde licked Sora's ear, "But he really did like when I screwed him..."

Someone socked Seifer and sent him sprawling. Sora ran to Axel and Roxas, who pushed him behind them. They were both on their feet, glaring at the blonde getting to his feet.

"Talk to Sora like that again and I'll beat the shit out of you." Riku threatened. Wakka came to his side.

"And I'll fuck you up right after that, ya." The red-head snarled.

Seifer looked at everyone, glaring at him. "Don't get your patties in a bunch. I obviously can't get anywhere near him, right now. But, Sora, I know you can hear me," He smirked, "I never liked you."

Riku ran forward and knocked Seifer's lights out.

"Fuck you." The green-eyed boy whispered.

Liota, who had witnessed the whole thing, sighed. "I guess I'll get him cleaned up..."

Riku rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Eh, sorry..."

Roxas glared at the fallen blonde and kicked his side. He turned to Sora. "You okay?"

Sora nodded, lip quivering. He wiped his eyes. Roxas gripped his shoulder and Sora buried his head in his twin's shirt, crying softly. The blonde sighed and put his arms around the brunette.

"It's over, Sora. It's all over..." Roxas said softly.

Tidus, shaken and worried, hugged Sora's leg in his own form of comfort. "Don't cry." The younger boy whined.

Wakka couldn't do much, at first. He felt extremely guilty for blowing up at Sora. It hadn't really been the boy's fault. If anything, it was Seifer's. The red-head finally set a hand on Sora's back.

"I'm sorry, ya."

Sora looked up, at each of the three in turn. He smiled. It was a little one, but it was there. "Thanks."

Riku, standing off to the side, figured now was his time to leave. Family moments were not to be intruded on. He snorted mentally. Not that he'd ever had one like that. The silver-haired boy slipped out the back door, smiling to himself.

He had a feeling things were going to be better for everyone, now.

Much better.