In Caelum Fero

A couple of short stories centering on Roxas, Sora, and Cloud. In Caelum Fero means, in Latin, "raise to the skies." Other than that, I really can't guarantee my Latin grammar. I'm actually not taking it until next year, hahaha.

It's only slash for now, but I might write Roxas x Namine later on… definitely not Sora x Kairi, because (unfortunately) I don't like her at all… Namine did, somehow, become one of my favorite characters. Nyuu.

I don't usually do things like this, but I thought it best to consolidate these.

Of course, I don't own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, Kairi would probably be non-existent, dead, or a matchmaker-type with Selphie, and the rating would go WAY up for lots of slash luuuuuff. Okay, going now.

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Pale Reflection
One-sided Sora/Roxas
PG-13/Angst
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Sora talked to Roxas every night. They couldn't possibly converse face-to-face, being of one body, so truly, Sora dreamed of Roxas every night.

Dreamed. Somewhere in his otherworldly imaginary land, Roxas had his own being. And usually Sora didn't, watching detachedly instead, but when his treacherous mind decided to leave him alone for a little, he would get to speak with his other half.

Sometimes it was about Axel; Other times, Hayner, or Pence, or Olette, or any of his old Twilight Town friends. And Sora would begin to feel strangely possessive. In the beginning he only brushed it off as his childishness getting the best of him. In fact, he could faintly remember feeling that way about Riku, once… before Riku had gone off somewhere. And never came back.

Yeah, never came back. Some friend. Sora had conveyed this sentiment to Roxas once… he just smiled wryly and responded softly, so softly… "At least he said goodbye." The dream had ended that time, in grey fog.

The Keyblade master gasped, mortified, in the morning, reflecting on the biting urge to…

Sora shook it off. Hormonal youth, right? Riku, it wasn't going to be like him again.

Because I drove him off. Didn't I?

Because he brought that day when Riku stopped writing back and Kairi's eyes died and Selphie stopped laughing and Tidus cried and Wakka was silent. And it was denial for Sora. They said he was dead, they said they had his corpse, but he wasn't gone. He was just being a bastard, wasn't he? Making a new life for himself to forget his old, and Sora…

Roxas said nothing to this, wrapping a cadaverous arm around the other boy's shoulder, who leaned in closer with a barely noticeable sob, and closed his eyes to the tenebrous dream-wasteland, speaking volumes of comfort with a touch. And that dream closed with pale white bubbles on a pitch-black background.

When the other Destiny islanders slowly forgot about it, they tried to foment the alacrity out of Sora again. Although the sun would always be shining, and the waves ever-churning, somehow that one piece of Sora had fallen out.

But that horrible, perfidious part of him kept telling him to forgive, forget, and pursue. Pursue what, he didn't know, but it involved Roxas and Sora's Riku-feelings.

In consciousness, Kairi had once asked Sora about he and Riku, pre-abandonment. Vaguely he would always wonder about this "love" because he surely could not be feeling it… Riku had come on to him, Sora had rejected him numerous times, Riku had left, and Sora felt hurt. It was a cause-and-effect friendship. Broken friendship.

And just because he had told some girl from the school to stop hanging over his best friend.

But, no, she could not dispel the feeling, and said Naminé thought so, too…

No way. No. Sora liked Riku a lot, but…

"So why haven't you recovered? Sora, I'll ask you seriously, one more time… It was love, wasn't it?"

It rang and reverberated through his mind, bouncing off the walls and breaking barriers that forced itself into his dreamworld, too. From these plainly audible shouts of memories Sora hid, unable to flee to Roxas that day because his body wasn't existent. And he couldn't wake up, but Roxas told him not to worry, and he felt better. Somewhat.

Sora woke up to a quick heartbeat and blush.

Trying to forget the other words, he questioned Kairi again.

"You're in love." She said simply.

"I am not."

"You are."

"I…"

I'm in love with myself. Thought Sora stupidly, smacking himself in the forehead. Gods, I'm messed up.

Roxas, have you ever… ever…

Ever what?

Ever been in love?

Yeah.

With whom?

A fleeting arrow of hope flew and lodged itself in his soul, wondering if, just maybe, maybe…? Roxas shared a heart with Sora, and he was in it.

With…

But Sora would never get into Roxas' heart, because although he dreamed of Roxas, Roxas dreamed of…