Title: Love Stinks
Author: Izzy-Lawliet (Rin)
Disclaimer: Let's go over this slowly so you can understand what I'm saying. I do not own this. If I did, do you seriously think that I would be typing a poorly written story like this?
Pairings: Roxas/Sora
Rating: M
Warnings: AU, Yaoi and whatever comes along with it.

Summary: Is it incest if you love your other half? He's not really my brother, but I'm a part of him, his direct other. Does that mean we belong together? Or…or what? I don't know what it means… it could mean anything. But I know how I feel, I know how he feels. Now what do I have to do to put two and two together to get four?

Author's Note: It's been a while. I know. I really have no real excuse. But lately since I was dropped from school and in so much pain, I was finally able to get my hands on my very own laptop and had a chance to write this. Hopefully it won't be too long until I get the new chapter out.

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One Road…

After what had happened with Hayner, I wasn't able to look him in the eye. I had left and went to the one place that I knew would never change.

This place had no sentimental value to anyone anymore. Not since we had all grown up and gotten new friends and new places to hang out. This old ratty place was falling apart as I walked towards it. The couch no longer had any cushion and the old sheet that kept the place hidden was ripped and blowing freely.

I was shocked when I realized that I wasn't the only person there.

His brown spikes seemed deflated and his shoulders slumped while he stared at the ground beneath his feet, slightly shuffling the dirt with his shoes.

"Sora…?" He shook his head and I realized he wanted to talk just as much as I did. And that made me feel good. Although I was curious to what was wrong with him. What made him come here?

I walked over and sat next to him, giving him my silent support. I was confused and upset, but my problems could be put aside for the time being. My best friend needed my help. Whether he accepts it or not, it wouldn't be right for me not to try to give it to him.

"They found out." Sora's voice sounded dejected and slightly broken. I knew what he was referring to. Even though I didn't know the exact details, I know it bothered him to know they knew what he was really like. I hadn't thought they'd ever figure it out. So I had no idea what to say in a situation like this. And it looked like Sora wasn't expecting any response in return.

"Hey, Sor, remember when we used to come here every weekend?" He nodded, slightly curious as to what I was getting at. I didn't know what I was getting at. "Remember how we used to keep this place so clean? So hidden so no one but us would know of it?" Another nod. "Why'd that change?"

He sighed, standing up and walking over to pick up the crate that must have fallen a while ago. "We went to middle school. I met Riku and Axel, and you met Hayner. We had that one last weekend together alone here and then we decided it was time to bring out new friends here."

It was my turn to nod.

"I wish it was still just us."

I looked up at him. "Do you really?"

"I do." He looked me in the eye. "I hate it now."

"Hate what?"

"Everything." He kicked the old bin we used to keep our food safe in. "Do you remember when I used to be the one to drag you out in the middle of a rainstorm in the middle of the night, waking up from the thunder and go dance in the downpour of rain?" I smiled at the many memories of having to recover from a cold while on the phone with Sora while he was also sick.

"Those were the times…" I muttered, shocked when Sora kicked the bin again, making a hole in it.

"No! Don't make it seem like those memories are so long ago!" Sora was upset. That much was obvious, but I didn't think he would become angry. "Those were only a couple years ago! And, if anything, then we should still be doing that! I shouldn't care about what the neighbors would think if they saw me in my boxers, barefoot and dancing."

I looked with pity upon Sora.

"I shouldn't care what I wear to school, I shouldn't care if people see me with the special needs kids. I should stick up for my best friend when someone says something about him! But I don't! I care too much about what people think! I let it all get to me and I hate this!"

I stood as fast as I could to stop Sora from punching the brick wall. He broke down.

"Roxas…I just want to be with you. I don't want to care what people think if they see us holding hands! I like holding hands with you. I feel safe and I feel like you'll never leave my side. I feel like I could face anything as long as you didn't let go. I feel like things could never get better when you're beside me. I feel-"

"Sora!" I shook him and got him to look up at me. His tear streaked face looked at me with bloodshot eyes.

"I don't want to care what Riku and Axel think, or what they will tell everyone at school tomorrow…" I smiled sadly as he fell into my arms, head resting on my chest.

"You don't have to care." He shook his head against my chest and I could hear the protests on his lips before he had even said them. "Remember when we made that stupid promise?"

"Which one?" He chuckled and it caused me to smile.

"That whenever things would get tough we'd just run away?"

I felt him relax against me. "We are running away. This was the place that you and I went to when we ran away. So what are we supposed to do now?" There was a defeated tone to his voice and it made me want to cry with and for him. I hated that sound in his voice and I had promised myself that I would never let that tone return.

We may not have been able to really run away, but I knew that there was a place, where people didn't care. Didn't judge. And I felt that that's what Sora needed at the moment. I felt that feeling safe and welcome was what he wanted.

I knew where to take him. And I knew those people wouldn't mind. And I knew that the place was more than accommodated for one more.

"Do you trust me?"

We looked deep into each other's blue eyes. His more deep than mine. There was a silence between us, one of promise, of trust, of love, of friendship and more.

"Always."