Sora sat straight up, gasping. That same nightmare... Why couldn't he forget? The few pictures Sora had were mostly of his brother, Caelum. Caelum... Sora closed his eyes to try and keep himself from crying. Biting his lip, he eventually tasted blood. His parents... they had named them for the sky, with "caelum" and "sora" being the Latin and Japanese words for sky. Leaning back onto his pillow, Sora glanced over at the clock. 12:43... He knew he'd never be able to get back to sleep. His twin's face haunted him from every corner of his room. Back then...
Back then, Sora and Caelum were hailed as musical prodigies. Caelum played Motzart and Bach at seven years old, and Sora could sing to the heavens and beyond. In their mother's womb, they had competed against each other, each taking the nutrients from the other. Being born prematurely didn't help their fragile immunty, either. Their weak bodies were always susceptable to disease. Sora himself had brushed with death more than his fair share of times, simply through illness.
Sora thought back, looking through the fond memories of that time when his brother had been alive...
"Think about it, Kay!" Sora gestured wildly, using his nickname for his twin.
"Dad's good at carpentry, we could get him to build a treehouse, and then you could sleep there, outside where you love it!" The coughing Caelum smiled. He knew Sora only wanted him to be comfortable. Caelum shakingly reached up to push his cinnamon hair out of his face, his eyes mirroring Sora's expression of excitment. "I think it'd be hard to get a bed up in there, Sora." Another bout of coughing racked his lungs. Caelum didn't let on to how much it hurt, though. God... his lungs were on fire.
"Kay, does it hurt a lot?" Damn.
"I'll be okay. I think mama wanted to take us to the park today. What'dya think?" Caelum flashed a trademark goofy grin. Immediately, Sora perked up.
"The park? Why didn't you tell me?" Mock-indignate, Sora pretended to be mad...
Sora woke up and realized that his face was crusted with salty tears. God... what did Kay ever do to deserve that? After Caelum had died, his father turned to the bottle, his mother became withdrawn and submissive, and Sora had somehow became the punching bag of the broken family. If there is a God listening, just strike me dead now and take me back to Kay. Please... Sora began weeping again...
Sora forced his eyes open yet again, wincing as the crust from his tears fell into his eyes. His evil, evil alarm was blaring six o'clock into his ears. Sighing, Sora got up and got ready for monday.
"Faggot! Queer-ass!" The familiar insults pelted Sora as he approched the school building. As usual, he ignored them. Stupid, stupid stupid! You'd think I would've learned by now... Sora thought in irritation with himself. They know which door you use, idiot, so take another one tomorrow. Something hard hit him in the shoulder. A large rock skittered across the floor as he bent in defense. He decided to just keep walking. Running would only make them throw more things, and fighting back would result in another beating. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" The leader of the little group, a jock named Riku, threw another rock. It hit Sora squarely in the back of the head, and he went down. Seeing stars, he slowly picked himself up again.
"Go back to your fags in New York. We don't want people like you here," The boy had hair that had greyed prematurely; it shone in the morning light, and for second, he seemed a god to those around him... a god of darkness and hatred to Sora. Now fully on his feet, Sora lost patience.
"Okay, then, what kind of people DO you like?" He'd absolutely had enough, screw if it he was getting beaten up for this. Riku seemed a little flabbergasted for a second, unbelieving that Sora had spoken up like this. Come to think of it, he'd never heard Sora speak, period. The boy's crystaline blue eyes shone with hatred, and he had a stance to him that showed that he wasn't going to take it anymore.
"Pfft, you just don't get it, do you? It's just you we don't like," Riku laughed, gesturing for his cronies to move in. Sora sighed, turned around, and ran like hell.
Okay, long chapter, I know ((d347h)) My sincerest apologies for the lack of updates, school's been making me it's bitch.
For the record, "caelum" is the Latin root word for sky, and "sora" is the Japanese word of the same meaning. Hence "named for the sky."
And just for the record, there will NOT be an R/S in this story. ((glares around))
