Callers –Chapter Three-

This hole that you put me in
Wasn't deep enough
And I'm climbing out right now
You're running out of places to hide from me
When you go
Just know that I will remember you

Dinner had ended about an hour earlier, the three residents of the household now sat in the family room. Music was lightly drifting over the silence, silent yet beautiful lyrics that gave the calming aura of the warm room.

The taller blonde of the three was sprawled over the couch, his spikes of hair falling neatly over the pillows as his cerulean eyes drifted upwards. He sighed, the light echo of breathing making a dent into the silence. His younger brother sat at the end of the couch, his body leaning back against the footrest that sat itself in front of the furniture. His brown tufts of hair stuck up in gravity defying positions as his eyes fell on the other blonde in the room.

Namine was quiet as ever, her pencil scratching against the pad that she held delicately in her pale arms. But she could tell Sora was lost in his thoughts, his saddened eyes dancing in their sockets.

Sora's mind was racing, the pictures flew through his head like race cars, never stopping and barely making the turns. He couldn't stop thinking about that room. The one nobody had touched in four years. The one that he had remembered the second he had gotten that call. He could almost hear that ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Somebody had to pick it up.

Ring.

Someone…not him…please not him. His stress level was rising with the moments as he stared at the phone.

Once more.

Ring.

He had to pick it up, Cloud and Namine were gone and he was alone. How he hated talking on the phone.

He pulled himself down to the white plastic phone, placing his lightly tanned hand onto the top. He let out a harsh breath, quickly picking up the phone. For a sixteen-year-old, he was pretty girly.

"Hell…Hello?" He whimpered into the receiver, tightening his grip on the phone.

"I found him." The answer was simple, unexpected, but simple.

Sora was dumbfounded. Was this a prank call? "Wha…Who?"

"Roxas, Sora. I found him."

He had forgotten about Roxas. The brunette had forgotten that he had run away nearly eighteen months ago. It felt so weird without him. "Where?"

"Twilight Town, Sora. He was in places, doing things his small body should never commit to," He never actually said it, but Sora knew what he meant. "He'll be waiting at the Sunset Inn, room thirteen, if he's not there, then I wish you well with the preparations, I cannot stop him."

The last sentence sent Sora into spins, what did this strange caller want, anyway?

"Okay…" He was wary at first, but the caller didn't seem to be joking. "Thank you."

"Your welcome. And Sora?"

"Yes?" Sora perked up in the last moment, as he leaned into the phone.

The caller sighed on the other end, taking a long breath through his chapped lips. "This is Demyx, Sora."

Sora nearly gasped. "De…Demyx?" Tears streamed down his cheeks. "I…I've…missed…you…" He sniffled, wiping his arm across his face. "…Are…are you coming…home?"

"No." Sora could see his head shaking, his odd styled blonde hair bobbing on his pale forehead, the bright navy colored eyes blinking meekly. "I'm not coming back this time, Sora. And one thing, don't come looking for me,"

The line abruptly dropped. Sora was alone again. Demyx…Demyx was alive…and he was happier. But was he alone?

"Sora. Pick up the phone." Cloud's urgent voice echoed through Sora's brain, pulling him from his though induced flashback. "Sora!"

The brunette felt the cold hand on his shoulder, scaring him nearly to death. For he hadn't even noticed that during his reality check, he had not even noticed that the light buzz of his phone had begun again, what an odd coincidence.

He pulled himself to the same white plastic phone, his eyes dancing over the caller id. Unknown. Well that didn't do a bit of good.

"Hello?" His voice was shaking, something he hadn't wanted to convey over a line.

"They found him…" The sobs on the other side were hard to make out.

Sora was beginning to sweat, how much of a flashback was he having without the added dejá vu?

"Wait…who? They found who?" Sora was stunned, his mind racing once again.

Tears must have been streaming down her cheeks, for her choked sobs barely made any breakthrough on the crackling line. "Don't play stupid, Roxas! He killed himself!" She took a light breath, but soon continued herself with the same heated conviction. "You knew it! I found your phone number in his personal belongings he left behind! God! Its all your fault he killed himself in that stupid suicide pact!"

Sora was hurt, for one, Roxas wasn't even on the phone, for another, he had no clue who this girl was or who she was talking about. "Excuse me, I don't mean to seem dark hearted, but who are you, and what in the hell are you talking about?"

"Goddamnit, Roxas, I never knew my brother fell for dumb blondes! You know exactly who I'm talking about! Axel Hikari! This is his sister! The one who gave you your brother's address in Twilight Town, Idiot." Now she was just being mean, Sora didn't even have any idea on who 'Axel Hikari' was. "Kairi Hikari! I'll be waiting for Hades himself to bring you kicking and screaming back to your maker!"

"Wait!" Sora screeched into the phone, his eyes now slits as tears streamed down his cheeks. "I'm not even Rox…"

But without even another word, the conversation ended, leaving Sora folded over on the floor, his face meshing with the beige carpet. He felt the hands fall on him, the cold palms massage his back, as he heard the wavering sighs.

The bright green eyes fell upon them, the soft glance watching them ever so cautiously. Light red spikes fell down in the way of his gaze, the pale face barely misting in with wall behind him.
"…I…I killed myself…"

Hip Hip Hooray for me, you talk to me, but would you kill me in my sleep?
Lay still like the dead,
From the razor to the rosary,
We could lose ourselves,
And paint these walls in pitchfork red.
I will avenge my ghost with every breath I take,
I'm coming back from the dead and I'll take you home with me,
I'm taking back the life you stole!

So, that's what it was. Humph. His light thin hand brushed across his hanging bangs. The green eyes scanned the scene.

So the police had finally found their bodies. The twelve lifeless corpses laying neatly on the clean made beds, faces front, eyes open and wandering over the finders. That was fairly quick, for the warehouse being so hidden in the midst of strip clubs and sleazy apartments.

He leaned back, noticing how riled the brunette looked kneeling in the middle of the living room, his eyes red and puffy as he cradled the phone in his shaking hands. Light clear tears melted into the carpeting. He couldn't help but laugh. How funny this scene was, that their own brother was lying in the hands of police by now, and their twin was supposed to be there, if they hadn't found him.

He stepped back, this was exactly like Roxas had looked, and his blonde hair slicked back, only then from the rain pounding to the aluminum ceiling. His tight black leather jeans making his legs look even thinner and resting neatly on his feminine hips. The mesh long sleeved top underneath his navy tank top making him look practically anorexic. His neck was layered in chokers and chained rings. How come Roxas had never seemed to be in as much pain as this scene was screaming for? Roxas had never seemed weak or even the slightest bit ungodly, he always had struck Axel as a rock, a person who just needed some time to think—sometime to count his blessings. He hadn't been deserving of the trials to come to such a realization.

"Fuck off!" The blonde screamed, tossing one of the dark maroon colored lamps into the off-white wall, shatters of glass and pottery fell to the ground in shrouded clinks, the carpeting layered in clear puzzle pieces as the blonde held one jagged slice to his left palm.

The redhead's mouth was agape, eyes searching for reason, as he stepped forward, enveloping the small shaking boy in his long arms. "Hush…Roxy…Please…Hush…" He soothed, rubbing small circles in the boy's back, his eyes dampened with the same tears that were pooling on his black shirt from the blonde's face.

He needed a meaning for this. He needed reason, but the truth was—there was none.

The tall boy turned back on his heels, leaving the desperation that held the room captive, the eyes that looked as red and as sad as his own little blonde's, eyes that should have never taken that form. The hall was silent as he approached Roxas' room, there was no longer a loud blast of music and screams emitted from speakers, only the soft shallow breathing to remind him that the blonde was still alive.

The streets were cold, colder than they had seemed walking down around midnight to meet with his girlfriend, it was a darker kind of cold, the one that hit you like a train when you were all alone. It was the forbidden part of town, the sleazy bars and strip joints, with the old men watching as scantily dressed prostitutes walked past, drawing in the scent of beer and smoke. It was the type of unbridled adventure that he wanted to experience. He didn't want to be cooped up inside his room like a bird for the rest of his life, always being told that he couldn't—wasn't allowed—because they cared about him. How thoughtful; Cloud cared. He actually fucking cared, instead of being the hard brother he tried to look like, Cloud just didn't want Roxas to take to what he was afraid to admit, afraid that the second the boy left home he'd notice that he could be the person he wanted to be. What a load of bullshit he had been fed, and he had taken it without questioning, and now he paid for it.

"Hey kid." A short whistle from a man slouched against one of the crumbling brick buildings.

Roxas turned his attention to the man, taking a quick look over what he looked like. He had pink hair, ruffled on the edges, making him look almost like a woman whose hair turned out after a haircut for layers. His brown eyes almost looked blue in the off-yellow color of the streetlights, his long black leather coat hung to his feet over a long form that seemed to scream child molester.

"Yeah," Roxas muttered, stopping his pace to place his right hand on his hip, eyes shimmering with interest that someone—anyone—would talk to him.

"Name's Marluxia." The man spoke elegantly. "I manage the Assassin down on East Oblivion and Twenty-Forth Street. I'm looking for some new faces, if you know what I mean," He winked one of his gorgeous brown eyes, sending shivers down the blonde's back, " If you're interested, you know, I think I could pay pretty well for a sexy boy like yourself, you've got the whole 'under-age' look going for you; a natural loilita!"

That was when Roxas felt a hand on his shoulder, a thin hand that seemed too familiar from when his parents or even Cloud would do the same.

"That's because he is under-age." A stern voice echoed behind him, pushing Roxas behind the newcomer as he glared nails to the pink haired man.

Demyx? Roxas stared in disbelief at the boy, his realization that this was his brother…and that he was actually alive…it was just too much.
"Fine…Fine." Marluxia muttered, stuffing his hand into his pocket to pull out a small white card. "But—anytime you change your mind, don't forget to call, Lola."

Another wink as the man spun on his feet, hair waving in the wind as he retreated back down the alleyway.

"Roxas?" This time his name was coming from the blonde-haired boy in front of him. "Roxas, what in the hell are you doing here?"

Roxas hadn't actually made plans to visit the inner city, the place people called the World that Never Was, a world of do-but-don't-tell goings on, and the type of stuff that you had to seem mature and adult to do.

The blonde twisted in his sleep. It hadn't been the last time he had seen Marluxia, leaning against that wall, and it was all thanks to him that he had met the love of his life—his guardian angel whose envy-colored eyes were watching him as he dreamed of what would become of his life-less corpse.

I can't understand,
why my life is wrong,
I just don't fit in,
I do not belong.
I let myself down.
Everything is against you...
Everyone is against you...

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End Chapter Three

Well, I know it's off a bit, But I havn't worked on this story in a while, but I SHALL FINISH IT!

I just got through with a softball game, (I'm the pitcher for Fastpitch), and my arms hurt a bit. But I shall make this story the best EV-UH! Yeah! Totally!

(I'm hyper if you havn't noticed.)

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