Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters (Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy) in this story. All of these graphics belong to Square-Enix!
Warning: Shounen-ai, yaoi, slash, male/male relationships, gay, homosexual... whatever you want to call it.
Author's Note: Chapter two! Woo, woo.
Summary: Sora and Roxas were the Tornado Twins and children of Miss Bravery, one of the oddest people. And when, get this, a tornado destroys their home, they're forced to run away and find their real father or be separated from each other for good. But... why is there father such a bad guy? Why would people freak out or act insanely happy when they hear the name 'Bravery'? Only time would really tell... RS AR RS
Tornado Twins
2
Chapter: (The Metric) Two
2
First, and let me just make this clear, Sora, we're running away. No whining or bitching or griping at me about it, alright? We're going. We're running. I don't know where, but I believe I might know where our father is. I think Miss Bravery left enough clues behind to lead us to him. Yes, I am aware we don't know his name, age, address, birthday, favorite color, or if his last name is even Bravery, but... it's that or be separated. Personally, I'd rather make a life living out of a box then lose another family member - even if it is only you
Harsh. Maybe too harsh, but it had to be said. Roxas had been making it very clear to everyone within a one hundred mile radius that since Miss Bravery was dead, he could be as mean as he so pleased. And Sora was just his favorite target.
Brilliant blue eyes scanned over the piece of paper as he read each word. It did sound harsh - like he hated Sora...
And maybe he did.
His stomach knotted as he read the last sentence. Things weren't really like that - Roxas would never want to lose Sora.. If possible, the blond would shrink the brunet down and place his twin in a box for safe keeping. The thought of losing his brother made him want to vomit and being mean to him made his palms sweat and his heart twist.
Still, he folded up the piece of paper and wrote Sora's name across it.
This house was strange. Very strange. And the people in it seemed to be products of insanity. Every three hours, the woman (who's name was unknown) would force everyone (Roxas, Sora, and her two kids) to sit down in a circle and discuss their feelings. And after that, they had an hour of quiet time to reflect on their own feelings as well as everyone else's.
And Roxas felt this was all very stupid.
The blond passed the note to his brother. They had been corralled in the living room where all four children sat.. Roxas at one end of the coffee table and Sora at the other. The woman's children sat in corners. One in the left and one in the right. Strange.
A smile tugged at Sora's lips as the other passed him on the note. On some days, the blond drew funny pictures of the woman and on other days, he wrote pissy notes. Much like today. Today was a "I'm feeling like a dickhead, so I'm going to be mean to my brother" day.
The smile was quickly replaced by a frown as he read the note. Roxas' stomach churned and he looked away, embarrassed. Why did Sora always have to look so damn hurt?
The woman stepped into the room, a large, forced grin plastered on her face. Her boobs were huge and Roxas idly wondered how much they had cost. She dismissed them with a ring of her bell and they all stood in a simultaneous movement. Strange.
"Fine. We'll run." the brunet was close to Roxas, the heat of his breath brushing his brother's neck softly, "this place creeps me out and I heard..." Sora bit his lip and dropped his voice lower, "I heard we're going to be separated."
Roxas - who had been walking down the hallway to their bedroom - stopped in his tracks. Panic rose in his chest and he turned and looked at the brunet. The evident worry in his eyes sent a lovely warmth all throughout Sora's body. Roxas did care. Roxas did love him.
"When? When is that going to happen?" he stepped into their bedroom and his twin followed. The blond closed the door. "I can't let that happen. We're twins.. It's.. we're brothers! How can they separate us?!" a shaky hand ran through his hair.
Sora sat down on their bed. Rain fell from the sky in a dreary fashion. Thunder boomed in the distance and a voice was whispering in the back of Sora's head.. "she's not coming down, is she?" An involuntary shiver ran down his spine.
".. It's what Miss Bravery wants.." the brunet swallowed thickly. A lump had placed itself in his throat and he felt tears at the corners of his eyes. It wasn't because the thought of Miss Bravery saddened him, but because the thought of Roxas being sad made him sad too.
"Roxas.. It'll be okay.." Sora swallowed again, took a shaky breath. "I'm here.." the words were weak.
Roxas was like a time bomb. Occasionally, certain statements and words made him happy and on most days, they made him explode and spew random curses and insults..
And Sora hated it.. His brother would then curl up inside himself and stare, mindlessly, out of the window. Sometimes, the blond would cry and not even notice his own tears until somebody pointed them out.
"I.. I know.." but today was not one of those days. Today was a mixture of pissy notes and "I'm guilty, so let me hold you".
Roxas sat down beside Sora, resting his head against his twin's shoulder. A shaky sigh left his chest and a lithe arm went to hug the brunet's waist. He closed his eyes and nuzzled the other, wishing he could take back all the means things that had ever escaped his lips.
Truthfully, Sora hated it. Hated every single bit of it.. Every mean slur, every gentle touch. Hell, when they had first moved in here (which was only about three weeks ago), Roxas had combined his mean notions and his soft touches and practically raped Sora.
Well, his throat anyway. His first blow job - forced and with his twin.
And Sora always forgave him. Always told Roxas it was alright, that things would always be okay between them.. It was abusive. All of it was. And maybe just a small, tiny part of Sora liked it.
"Roxas.." the brunet ran his fingers through his brother's blond hair. "When do we run? And how will we survive?" a frown, "we need money and food.." well, their belongings they could carry, considering they didn't have much. The tornado had taken most of their things.
"I have us taken care of, okay?" a sigh and Roxas stood, running a hand through his hair and blowing out a breath of air between his lips. "Tonight.. We leave tonight.. We were going to leave tomorrow, but... I can't take the risk of us being separated.." it would kill Roxas to leave Sora.
Footsteps. Quick footsteps on cement and panting breathes. Chests rising and falling. Hearts beating dangerously fast and the need to run was primal. They were being chased - or had been a few yards back - because the woman had found out about their plan.
Roxas grasped Sora's hand, yanking him behind a building that he assumed was the gas station up the road. The town was lit up and cars whizzed by even though it was three in the morning. They had lost her.. Figures. She never came out of her little suburban neighborhood - not for anything.
Roxas slid down the back of the building, panting. He grasped Sora's hips and yanked him downward, onto his lap. Two arms snaked around the brunet's waist a bit hesitantly.
"R-Roxas.." he shifted against his brother's groin (which forced the blond to held in a moan) and leaned his back against the other's chest. Sora laid his head back slightly, resting on his twin's shoulder.
"Fuck. I didn't know someone that old could run that fast." he squeezed Sora as if afraid to let him go. "We need to move. We have to get out of here.. People will be looking for us." and they wouldn't be that hard to spot.
"W-wait.. Our house, Roxas.. Or what's left of it, I mean.." a shaky breath escaped him. He wanted to see it one last time.
".. Fine.." the blond had no desire to see the remains that was once their lovely little abode. "We.. We'll leave the town through the back way then.. Past our house and towards the lake.. I.. I think I know the way out from there.."
Roxas released his brother and watched as he stood. Guilt. So much guilt. When he wasn't being mean to Sora, he was lusting after him.. What was wrong with him? Why Sora? Why his brother? His stomach knotted and he slowly stood, eyes cast downward because he was afraid the brunet would see the guilt reflected in his eyes.
God. Things had been easier when she was around. He didn't have to think about Sora and Sora didn't have to think about him. They always had their eyes on Miss Bravery and her next crazy move.. And any feelings that Roxas got - fantasies of Sora stroking himself or doing inappropriate things with animals - he could push away.
And then it happened. Right after she died and when they had first moved in to the woman's house.. He had shoved his erection viciously into his own twin's mouth and told him to suck. Guilt had washed over him with each moan, each pull of Sora's hair, and it felt so good.. So good to finally have what he had fantasized about.
And then pain. Massive pain.. Sora wouldn't talk to him or look at him - acknowledge him in any way. God.. That had hurt. Roxas remembered how he had slipped in bed one night next to Sora, snuggled close to his twin, and then whispered sweet nothings and apology after apology. And even then, Sora had been reluctant to forgive his twin.
"I'm sorry.." the words escaped him all on their own.
"Hm?" Sora looked at him, innocence still etched into those blue eyes. Did nothing steal that innocence away? Death, lies, incest.. The innocence in Roxas' eyes had left a long time ago.
"I.. Nothing.. Come on.." on his back was a book bag. They would take turns carrying it since it housed all their things.. Clothing, a bit of food, money..
"I.. I was thinking, Roxas.." they had begun to walk together, side by side, "there's a train, isn't there? Called the Metric? Miss Bravery... she told me about it. She had a ticket for the train, but... I don't know. I just remember her talking about it and telling me about how the train drove to twilight."
Of course, Sora didn't remember all of what she said. Just certain words. After all, this had been a while ago - back when he was only around ten or eleven. The train name, however, had always stuck in his head. The Metric.. Once swallowed up by a tornado and then rebuilt.
"Twilight..?" Roxas frowned, "the period right before it becomes fully dark?" he was gazing around the streets, taking care to make sure no one saw them and they saw no one. "How can a train drive to twilight?"
"Maybe it was an allegory for heaven.." the brunet frowned. The Metric was a real train, so he doubted his own theory. He knew it was a real train - he had seen Miss Bravery's ticket.
"Yea, whatever. Maybe twilight is a place. You have selective hearing sometimes, so.." the blond walked past the bakery, remembering the times when she would take them down for donuts or pastries and cakes. "I mean, who knows what you heard?"
"Don't be like that.." the hurt in his voice made Roxas cringe. "All I'm saying is that maybe Miss Bravery meant for us to find and board that train. Maybe it leads to our father.. You said yourself she left enough clues behind to find him."
".. Maybe.." but he didn't want to admit that Sora could be right. Miss Bravery told him everything - not Sora. She always told him secrets and she always gave him the spoon to lick when she made cookies or cake or any sweet. Not Sora.
It had always been evident that she loved Roxas more.
"Miss.. Miss Bravery?" Roxas felt his face heat as she looked at him. She looked at him in that way and it bothered him. He felt small.
But he had to talk to her! He had too! Because he didn't understand his own feelings.. Sora and him had simply been wrestling, playing around in their bedroom, and an erection had caused his pants to feel too tight around his crotch.
But why an erection? Because of Sora..? That was absurd. They were both boys and brothers, no less!
Still, Roxas had abruptly ended their game with a simple "my stomach hurts.." and left the room. Quickly, he had dashed to the bathroom and clawed at the zipper on his pants, eagerly stroking himself. It felt good. So good.. And thoughts of Sora - his own brother, his own twin - filled his head.
"Mm.." he was on his knees, eyes closed, lower lip being held captive by his teeth. His brother's name escaped his lips and his hand moved at a much quicker pace.
To think of his own brother while stroking himself.. Sora - baby-faced, pouty, innocent Sora. His fantasies raged in his head until he struck oblivion and was lost in a few moments of ecstasy. God. That was the first time he had ever masturbated to his own brother. His first time thinking about a boy.
"Don't just stand there and look at me like you're stupid." she barked. "What do you want? You look guilty - what have I told you about showing weakness?"
Roxas frowned and walked over to her. He sat down on the couch beside her and eyed the floor. What was he supposed to say? Tell his own mother that he had just masturbated to his own twin and that he had liked it?
".. Is homosexual love wrong?"
Miss Bravery looked shocked for a brief moments, "No love is wrong." she would know, given who had impregnated her with twin boys.
"No love? So like... hypothetically speaking, I mean.. If I was attracted to a family member.." a frown pulled at his lips and Miss Bravery was still as stone. "You wouldn't disapprove?"
"Sora is off limits. He is different from you."
A shiver ran down his spine.
"Sora is less than you. You can do better, Roxas. Besides, what do you see in him? He's whiny and pretty useless." she rolled her eyes and the blond felt a pang of pain in his chest. Wow.. He didn't think that about his brother at all.
"... Do you hate him?"
"No, but I don't exactly love him either."
Roxas felt his heart sink and he suddenly felt incredibly guilty. God.. She didn't love him? She didn't love her own son? But why did she love Roxas so much and not Sora? What was so wrong with Sora that he couldn't be loved..?
The blond kicked a small rock down one side of the hill. They stood together at the very top, chunks of glass still littering the ground. Everything seemed to sparkle in the pale moonlight.
Roxas grasped Sora's hand. "I miss it."
The house. He meant the house. And Miss Bravery - their own mother - but he would never admit to missing her.
"Sora.." the blond intertwined their fingers.
Author's Note: Yea.. So.. Another notoriously long wait for an update. But here it is! Chapter two of Tornado Twins.. .. I don't have anything else to say. xD