All these photos, smiling children, holidays, birthdays, and random moments captured, and Roxas wasn't in any of them.

Maybe that was best.

The photos lined the walls all the way down to where the woman gestured his room to be, they were starting to become taunting. This smiling child frozen in various poses would most likely be the blob that he was to share a room with. Or the little barely seen blond in the photo, who would it be? As he pushed open the door, his body went into auto pilot.

It was safe to assume the bare and cold side of the room was to be his. Shoulder brushing the handles of the dresser as he face planted his bed, there was no visible cloud of dust, but it still filled his lungs. The bed he stared at obviously belonged to someone, an immature personality written all over it. Turning to face the pale blue wall didn't help with his growing headache, but it was better than the college of colors his apprent brother owned.

A few deep breaths later and there was a knock behind him. There was no point in shutting the door, but the woman still felt it best to knock.

"I'm about to order dinner if you'd like to pick something out." She didn't wait for a response before she left the way she came.

"What the Hell Mom..." he whispered to himself.

The woman was sitting at a dark table, a menu in front of her and a phone in her hand. "Perfect," she looked at the teen, "Order anything you want," she pushed the menu towards him, not even giving him a chance to sit down.

"Take out?" it wasn't terrible, but one thing the teen had been missing was home cooked meals. "Whatever you're having." there was no need to read the flimsy paper, it was Chinese food so he most likely liked anything on it, if not, he wasn't very hungry. Trying his hardest to be miserable was going to be difficult, he had a weakness for Chinese food, not that she would know...

He prefer it to be home made, like the times his mother and he would spend hours goofing off to make a simple dish. Maybe it was less the food he wanted.

Pulling a chair out, he distant himself from her, while she sat at the end, he sat a chair down. Roxas wanted to talk- he wanted to rant and unleash the anger he felt- what better time for it when the woman was the only one there. Once she hung up the phone, she didn't miss a beat.

"I'm Tifa- " another pause- "Cloud's wife."

A smirk from the teen.

"Was there anything you wanted to talk about... any questions?"

Roxas sat back in the chair, staring at the table, "Nope," there was a slight pout on his face. He'd be damned if he let anyone believe he was eager, and terrified, to meet his father.

"Okay..." she held her breath, "How about I tell you some things? I live here with your- Cloud- and our son, your brother, Sora. He's the one sharing your room, but he isn't going to be here tonight, because he's staying with a friend... Um..."

"It's fine," the boy cut her off, "I don't need a walk through of your guys' life, I'm not going to be here that long anyway." the last part was a mumble, but Tifa heard it. She'd save it for later but disregarded it.

"We know so much about you-"

"You don't know anything about me." There was the angry teenager she was promised.

"We do care..." it wasn't her place to be kissing up to him, "No matter how you feel towards your father, I'd like for you and your brother to have a clean slate."

Staring at the ceiling, he thought long and hard, he never knew he had a brother. With a click of his tongue, he spoke, "What's this brother like?"

"He's a jokester," she smiled as she spoke about him, "He's social, and gentle-"

"So nothing like me?"

"He's like your father..."

"I wouldn't know, he dipped out on me."

"He feels terrible, he always has, he wishes he was more accessible for you two."

"Then maybe he should have done something, maybe he should be here now instead of having his wife tell me how he feels 'terrible'." The teen practically stared her down.

Her mouth scrambled for words but a retort was missed, instead she redirected the comversation.

"You're 16, almost 17, you and Sora are close in age-"

"How close?" His face showed his anger and curiosity.

But he wasn't given an answer. "School is in session now," She directed again, "You would normally be in 11th grade, but... our school is different and you've missed so much- you'll be starting in 10th..."

"I have to go back to being a sophomore?" Roxas' mouth hung open.

"It's only temporary-" were not the words she meant to say, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn't take them back. The teen smirked as he put his head down.

Of course it was temporary, his father didn't want him there, and Roxas didn't want to stay there either.

"We're on the same page..." He stood up, storming out the front door, hood up and shoes still tightly laced, he knew better than to have gotten comfortable. It was a completely new to him place, but the troubled teen didn't care, no one did, why should he?

Left alone in his thoughts was a dangerous place.

His mother always spoke so highly of his 'father', but it never mattered what she said, if he was such a great person he'd have stuck around in his son's life longer than to sign the birth certificate. The woman he left in the house acted like he was this great thing too.

Was he really great? The blond entertained the idea of a happy little life style growing up with his mother and father, but he quickly shook the idea away.

Of course not, he was just a manipulative asshole.

"What the Hell am I doing?" the tipped his head back, staring at the sky, "What are you planning Mom?"

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.Uploaded: April 9th, 2019