Chapter Eleven

I'm Back

A/N: Well, the weekend is over, yawn. I love to sleep, it's a good thing. I haven't updated for about three days now, for please still love me!!! I'm a procrastinator and I hardly get things done without people yelling at me to get them done.

Let's see, what's new? Nothing, I guess. I always have a lot to say in these passages but now I'm too tired to reply. Meh.

Please enjoy!!!

Love,

.kittykute

"It's lucky he's still hanging in there, I mean; he bumped into a fucking tree and tore open his bloody forehead for Christ's sake. Too bad it's his birthday today, eh Tabs?" There was a muffled 'Mm-hmm,' coming from a couple feet away when Roxas came to conscience. He couldn't open his eyes, and his entire body felt as if he was dunked into a bath of ice that rivaled the temperature of the North Pole. The people in the room continued to drabble.

"You were gonna go up to see him today, right? Falcon told you he was home, eh?"

"Yes, he came to my door this morning." A female voice sounded. Roxas was confused, it could be the fact he was paralyzed and his mind was fuzzy, or he was a moron, either one. So that was why Falcon was so late at the breakfast table this morning, and Roxas thought that he had a major hangover and slept in late. Then the memories came washing over him. Namine, her spell, love… it all came back. Roxas could have doubled over with the remorse that was taking him, but he couldn't move his body, he couldn't even speak!

"So… do you forgive him?" The male voice asked. Something glass fell to the floor and shattered, nearly making Roxas jerk. His pace quickened and he stayed still, utterly still, not even breathing.

"No, I'm not going to forgive him, Travis! Jesus, we were over this already!"

"Ok, fine! But for the love of God, be easy on him! From what Falcon told you, his memory is screwed up, be nice, would you?" A female voice scoffed.

"I will. Don't worry, I'll deal with him," Roxas gained the courage to peek open his eye. He was inside a nicely furnished bedroom, the bed he was lying on had a blue comforter and white pillows, the room was painted the same shade of blue with sea shells painted in rows on the wall, there was a wooden chest of drawers on the left side of the bed with a doily on it and two taper candles sitting in crystal holders on either side of a framed picture. Roxas couldn't see the picture on account of the sun beating down on it. At the front of the room was a long dresser with a turned off T.V perched on the end of it.

"Look, his eye is open! He's going to be fine, Tabitha. I'll go fetch s towel and cold water while you two talk," Roxas could see the shadow of somebody leave the room from a wooden door and he went down the stairs. Roxas was left in the room with the female… the female Tabitha. She smiled and sat down on the bed beside him, Roxas felt her weight sinking him down.

"Often I've thought what I'd say to you once I met you again, I knew you'd come home again, Roxas. I knew you couldn't stay away, or feel guilty for long," She laughed and positioned herself differently on the bed. She continued.

"Even when we were kids, if you did something wrong you couldn't hide it for long. You would always tell on yourself after an hour or so and Mother would laugh and cuddle you and kiss your forehead…" She broke off.

"But now she's dead, all because of that blonde, two-faced bitch perched on her ass up in our home. Roxas how could you have loved her? I knew you did…"

"Meh…" Roxas coughed out, he could open his eyes fully now and he gazed at the beautiful brunette sitting on the edge of the bed with tears in the corners of her beautiful blue eyes, her eyes were the same color as his. Her long, waist length hair was left in a beautiful red ribbon, which tied over her head and kept the hair away from her eyes, she was wearing worn, holey blue jeans and a shirt that was the exact color of her ribbon.

She was sixteen and a spitting image of their Mother, except there was a twinge of pure, unadulterated hatred in her eyes, which made them look glazed over and shiny.

"You were gone for three years, Roxas! And in that time you never bothered to come back and explain what the hell happened! One day you where there, then the next you were gone! Without any explanation or even an excuse, nothing!!! What the bloody hell happened Roxas! Tell me before I start to cry!" She bit her lip and let her head fall down to her chest, her hands were clutched up in fists which made her knuckles turn white.

Roxas started to shut his eyes, then he stopped, he opened his lips and tried to speak, but nothing came out. Using whatever strength he had recovered, he lifted his arm and attempted to stroke her hair for even though he couldn't remember her, her picture was fresh in his mind.

"Tab—bby…" He croaked, she lifted her head slightly and saw what he was trying to do. A wide smile danced at the corners of her mouth as she unclenched her fists and flung herself on Roxas and pulled him close.

"I missed you so bloody much it still hurts Roxas! Why did you leave? Why did you leave us? We need you and we missed you, we missed you so much…" She cried, slowly, with pain in his joints making him jerk and tremble, Roxas encircled his own arms around his younger sister.

"I'm b-back…"

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For the next two days, Roxas slept and ate in the company of his younger sister. A smile came easy to her lips and a thrashing just as fast. Roxas could tell that she genuinely loved him and missed him; it felt so good to be loved without guilt or without reason. Slowly, Roxas regained his ability to talk. At first, he stuttered, but he over came that obstacle quickly. His arms and legs had become officially asleep for the two days he was there. It was constant pins and needles that, at first, made Roxas shout in laughter, but then made him cry tears of agony. On the second day, finally his legs become numb, then after about three hours, he began to regain feeling in his legs.

Tabitha was a joy to be around and Roxas was glad she was there. He learned that she was living with her boyfriend Travis that Roxas had teased her about since they were young. Roxas could see the shimmer of love in Tabby's eyes every time she looked at Travis, and oddly, Roxas felt somewhat jealous.

Sometimes, he thought of Namine and how she was, broken, he hoped. But still, in his hatred and rage of her being selfish, he still cared. It wasn't love anymore but caring. And he settled it at that. He knew he had to go back, and he wasn't looking forward to it, but he promised himself that he would leave the next day; ready or not.

That evening, Roxas told Tabby his plans.

"What the bloody hell do you mean, 'you're leaving tomorrow morning?!' You aren't even well enough to stand, let alone walk!" She exploded, but Roxas kept at it.

"Tabby I'm leaving tomorrow and stop over reacting, I too so can stand!"

"No, you can't!"

"Yes, actually, I can!"

"Na-ah!"

"Ya-ha!"

"SHUT UP!" Travis thundered, after quietly sipping his after dinner coffee. To show his solid defiance, Roxas put his plate down on the bedside table and pulled off his blankets.

"Roxas, don't fuck with me,"

"Already done." He teased, and Tabby knew she had lost her battle agenst her own brother. Picking up where he left off, Roxas removed the blankets that had covered him for two days and felt the cold wind from the open window tickle at his legs, with great effort, Roxas stood up on his legs, then wobbled slightly. He could feet his sweaty feel stick to the hardwood and as he lifted his leg he felt a sense of triumph when he set it down again. He groaned in happiness when his back cracked and Travis came up from behind him and steadied him. Then Roxas took another step, then another when after an hour he was walking up and down the stairs. Tabby beamed at him once he came up the steps with a big grin on his face.

For the first time in three years, Roxas stood beside his sister and noticed how short she was. Roxas himself stood a good 5'11 and was averagely built with a sturdy frame, Tabitha was maybe 5'5, if not a little shorter, Roxas was proud of his sister for her good looks and beautiful attitude.

"You can't leave tonight! Do you even know where you're going?" She cried, Roxas who was dressed in the clothes he had arrived in, took this into consideration.

"Well… no, but do you seriously think I'm going to let that stop me?" Tabby crossed her arms.

"Yes because you'll get lost and frankly you have a shit sense of direction. You can't even go into a corn maze without getting lost," She taunted, Roxas pouted sadly and sighed.

"I guess you're right but I'm leaving tomorrow wither you bloody well like it or not!" Tabby smiled sadistically.

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"

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The next morning, once Roxas woke up, another storm swept up and drowned the surrounding area with its might. Tabby darned up her coat and stepped into her runners and waited for Roxas to come down the stairs.

She was so happy her brother returned that she could have danced every minute of every day. She loved him and believed that he would come back to the family; and after Falcon told her he was home, her knees weakened with relief. When he pranced down the stairs dressed in his clothes, her heart couldn't help but swell with pride. This was her brother, Roxas. He was all grown up now and, if not mature, especially handsome. She was looking forward to finding out who would marry him. Tabby prayed it wouldn't be Namine, sometimes the thought of him marrying Namine kept her awake at night sometimes. She killed everybody; her mother, her father all her cousins, aunts and uncles… everybody Tabby loved and cared for was no dead and all because some prissy ass bitch realized that somebody didn't love her as she expected.

She could still remember all the times that Namine was in the spotlight and Tabby was left in the shadows to rot. Namine had beauty queen looks, Tabitha was about as rare as sea glass. Namine was quiet, graceful and a master artist. Tabitha was strident, rough and a sports girl. Namine's manners were impeccable, Tabby put her elbows on the dinner table. To be ignored for a prettier counterpart hurt Tabby so much, she rarely ever spoke to Namine or attended any of the family gatherings, Namine would just take her light anyways. The one time that especially hurt her was when Tabby was just about to walk into the kitchen when she heard her mother and one of her friends talking, Tabby was carrying her soccer ball, she had just made the team.

"… yes, Namine is quite the girl. Sometimes I wish Tabby was more like her with her grace and everything but I've got to deal with it…" Tabby's lip curled and she dropped her ball, letting tears cloud her eyes. She turned swiftly around to run into Roxas's chest.

"Hey Tabs! What's—?"

"Get to fuck, Roxas!" She shouted, she grabbed at his arm, took a quick bite and dashed off, leaving Roxas bleeding.

After that day, Tabitha never tried to impress her Mother ever again, it seemed anyways that there was nothing to please her anyways so why bother?

In present tense, Roxas made his way down the stairs and stepped into his own shoes and took the umbrella from Tabby's hand and was ushered out the front door.

While Roxas and his sister walked, Roxas couldn't help but think of Namine. He could tell that Tabby hated her for whatever reason, but he was wondering how she was taking him leaving. Quite openly in his mind he hoped that she was ok, but deep inside he hoped she was dead. It was a Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde type of romance. He knew he was in love with Namine but he wasn't quite sure yet why. Her face, her hair, her eyes and her laughter was enough to make him smile, but there was something else that made him ponder about her at night when he was lying in bed, watching the rain fall down.

He needed Namine and Roxas would pray for forgiveness as they met again.

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A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for a while! I got sick and I mean really, really bad flu going on and literally I slept for a week straight. Anyways, this chappie is short but you can expect another one tomorrow I promise!!!!

Love,

.kittykute