Wolf Pack

Ch.2

Well, I'd like to take a moment and voice a concern/pet-peeve of mine.

Review, damnit. Not 'author alert' Not 'story alert', though those are…alright. REVIEW. In detail, if you can. (No, chibibunny-chan, half-muddled gibberish involving turning me into a wolf does NOT count as detail.)

Thank you. Lyrics from Aiden's 'Believe'

This is going to be rather short, since my mind died on the way to Yosemite. I promise to clear some things up that had been kind of skimmed over last chapter. Silly me assuming you guys would catch most of the stuff I had put, but then deleted.

LYING FACE DOWN

Sora swore he heard talking from the kid's rooms.

Since he took his duty as male-mother-figure-type-thing very seriously, he got up and went to go see what could possibly warrant their staying up so late. Bed-time for the kids was at nine, weekend and week-day, no exceptions. It was nearly midnight. Heads will roll… metaphorically speaking of course… he'd never even hit his children.

Riku, on the other hand, didn't understand why they had to interrupt his getting a blow-job because of it. The kids were fine. They always were fine. Yeah, he heard them talking, but…

Wait. Hold up. Talking? All of them? Ven hardly spoke, having that creepy mind-thing he does. Kris never ever, EVER spoke more than four words. If they were all talking… something very, extremely, horribly important must have happened. Was the world going to end… again?

Sora opened the door slowly, peeking into the room divided for the kids into individual quarters. They had adamantly refused to be split up, and Sora reasoned that since all they had was each other, it wouldn't be too much trouble to just let them stay together. Riku smiled at the memory of Sora's secondary brand of… reasoning, when that explanation didn't fly.

They were all asleep, curled up into balls on their respective beds. Riku always wondered why they always slept like that, curled up like puppies, their sheets forming soft makeshift nests. He thought if just one or two of them slept like that, it'd be cute, (even if they were twelve…) but they all did. All four of them slept wrapped up in nests, heads on crossed wrists… that is, if they didn't all squeeze onto one bed somehow, as they did on more than one occasion. It wasn't the first time Riku wondered exactly who these kids' birth parents were and what they were like… and what the hell was wrong with them.

Besides the obvious (Ven's ability to mind-fuck a person at a glance, Kris's penchant for blood and broken bones… just for examples) these were good kids. All of them were getting darn near straight A's, Nessa and Ven at the prep school, Hanna and Kris at the public. They haven't been arrested. (… yet. He was deep in a long-running bet with Leon, Tifa and Cloud on which one would be sent downtown first, without Sora's knowledge, of course. His money was on Kris.) It wasn't obvious, but under their cold, uncaring, vicious faces, they were still just kids, wanting a parent to tell them right from wrong and that they did something right. (Just don't let them know you've figured that out. Nessa just may kill you, or make Kris do it. She almost sent Sora to the hospital when he mentioned it in passing. How, exactly, she got a hold of those arsenic and cyanide pills is still a complete mystery.)

He learned quick to hate their parents, part of him not wanting to know what kind of heartless being it took to toss out four helpless babies. He and Sora had adopted then when they were around five-going-on-fifteen, but the sisters had said that they were dropped off there as babes in blankets. The pair weren't given any more details than that sole tidbit, the nuns all claming up when they asked exactly how or by who. One even said 'Well, I think it would be obvious…'

LYING FACE DOWN

Ven smirked from under the covers, hidden from Riku's view. Heartless being? Oh, if only you knew.

IN THE GUTTER NOW, SO DAMN PROUD

Jameson sputtered, spitting out the clods of dirt and grass that had lodged themselves in between his teeth and up his nose when Wolf had forcefully shoved his face into the dirt to shut him up. Not an entirely pleasant experience. Even less so when he felt something warm dripped down his face… He shoved down the urge to groan when a red drop fell on the leaves. Great, all he wanted was just another broken nose. How the hell was he going to explain this to Father? 'Oh, I ran into Xemnas, y'know, the one who tried to kill the world a decade ago?' Oh, yes, that's SO going to go over well...

"Now, are you done screaming?" He remembered why he was screaming in the first place as he looked back up at the now-hoodless wraith, nodding. He knew well his eyes were full with fear, but, really, it was no use to hide it. One is not confronted by the most terrifying villain in recent history and keeps up with a straight face. Especially if he was supposed to be dead… doubly so if he looked like an older version of your lover.

How had I not noticed? Hell, I spend all of class staring at him!

"Who is it you were there to see, Jameson? Surely not the... adults, using the term in extreme looseness." The ice had returned full force. Xemnas. His name… Xemnas. The other… who is the other?

"V-Ven." He registered the look of sheer relief in Wolf's golden eyes, capturing him completely in their glowing depths, before a booted foot met with his cheek. HARD.

"What're you looking at?" Ice made way for venom. Possessive. Territorial. Xemnas gripped Wolf's hips, one black-sleeved arm laid nonchalantly on the curve of his subordinate's backside. 'Mine'. His mind spun, his jaw dropping father with each revelation.

They're obviously lovers…

They said 'Our son'…

But... both of them are male… For a moment, he wondered why that bothered him, given that he, himself, was male and so was his lover.

Nessa looks like Wolf. Ven looks like Xemnas. The others seem to be mixes… Only one way to get a mix…

No fucking way.

I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW

Ven stood once more at the window, his leader, comrade, classmate and sister at his side. Both were silent.

Ven grimaced, fist clenching at his side. His eyes closed.

"He knows." He turns to Nessa, whose own eyes, golden to his amber, were solemn and dimmed. "He knows who our parents are."

Gold orbs blazed, thin lips snarled… then calmed, the hint of a smile playing in the shadows.

"If he is worth this, his heart will still be beating for you, brother."

IT'S MY FAULT, IT'S MY FAULT.

Well, I hope this clears some things up.

Pups are twelve. They're physical growth speed makes them look 17.

Nessa and Ven go to a prodigious preparatory school on a full-ride scholarship they got for their birthday from the headmaster. Hanna and Kris attend the public school.

Jameson 33 Ven. He absolutely freaking adores the pup.

Thank you.