Mosaic Masterpiece
"No, Riku, it's just that… your father's my date."
He had let the angel off on right after, choosing to walk home that night. Of course, he talked with the boy a bit after the comment, trying to make it seem normal before he headed back. In that time, he dug out a few things about what the kid thought his father was. Kind, nice, loving? He was anything but that.
His shoulders were slumped as he walked down the deserted street, mounds of graffiti rushing by him as he kicked a pebble. He finally got the time to clear his thoughts when he rushed out of the banging club. It didn't help at all either that his head was still ringing from the impact his father had gave him… then there were the thoughts about the boy he had met that night.
Was the boy just so blind?
Riku groaned in pain as he leaned against a brick wall, holding his head while he shook uncontrollably. Slumping down, he opened his pained turquoise eyes to the city's nightlights, watching as they began fuzzing up and becoming nothing more than a tiny flash before he fell into a deep slumber.
A/N: Huh. Sorry. I rushed through this so it lacks beta too. My beta'll be back next week.
Chapter One: When he made this one I know
"Hey suck face." The red-head stood boredly before his best friend, staring down at the bloody mess with a smirk. There wasn't one trace of concern in his voice or complexion, he was more amused to the fact the teenager was sleeping against a brick wall looking like a beat up druggie. "Hey suck face!" He repeated, practically humming it.
The silver-haired boy finally blinked back into focus, immediately kicking forward, the red-head jumping out of the way with an unpleased noise before accidentally tripping and ending up next to his attacker. "…Think fast." He said a bit late.
"Fuck! Riku you're gonna fucking kill me one day!" Muttered the red-head who seethed in pain next to him. Riku only cared to the fact his friend finally addressed him by name. "So, what the hell are you doing on the streets like a bullied kid?"
The other only huffed at him, standing and dusting his ripped and destroyed pants. "Well, I decided to follow my dad to the club yesterday, and I'm sure you could guess what happened."
"I might have, suck face, but usually you're still at the club when you go out like this. I was heading there right now when you didn't answer the phone, but then I found you here looking like the suck face you are." Tattooed cheeks twitched as he explained his morning thoroughly, the whole ordeal making Riku chuckle honestly. "Damnit, suck face, don't laugh. If it weren't for me you'd be dead."
"So true, so true." Muttered the other, swinging a weak arm over his taller friend's thin shoulders. "Say, tell me the real reason you wanted to find me. I doubt it was to get me out of shit."
"True that too." Laughed the other, taking the arm and pushing it off, "I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to this weird ass new cafe at the side of town. It's kind of dumb for someone to want to make a damned new cafe in the old, run down place. I wanted to check it out and meet the psychos who went and decided to do that."
"Don't tell me you want another street fight, Ax." Complained Riku, wiping some dried blood off his own face.
"What the hell else have I wanted?" Grunted the other, amusement showing brightly in his emerald eyes. He received a playful slap in return.
"Damn it, I swear one day you're gonna get yourself into deep shit, and I won't bail you out." The older disregarded the warning and took a lighter out of his pocket. With a click, a tiny flame bursted up, immediately getting put out by his irate friend, "Fuck, Axel, go do yourself a fucking favor and don't bring a lighter around." A pale hand snatched the lighter away, a flash emitting as the igniter was let go of. He stuffed it in his own pocket and glared at his pyro friend, who only laughed at the gesture.
"I have about fourty more. Come on, you need new clothes, and maybe some bandages." Riku snorted and tackled the red-head to the concrete, both boys groaning in pain upon impact before filling the empty street with laughter.
Sora had to admit he got a bit tipsy after the silver-haired man had left him alone in the club.
Currently, he was trying to rub the pain on his temples out with his hands as he leaned on the counter in disgust. He was never one to hold alcohol very well, but with the night he had, he was more than sure it was better to go through while drunk.
"Sora?"
"Hangover."
The blonde who sat next to him glared at him, pain emitting through his eyes, "Shit, Sora, you don't have to—"
"I do, Roxas, you know that." Blue eyes stared worriedly down at his litter brother, concern the only think they could think of.
"Hell! I should be doing that, if it's for—" A hand shot to his shoulder, squeezing it tightly, and causing him to stop.
"Please, let's just not talk about it anymore." Complained the brunette, who was obviously at the verge of tears. Whether it was the hangover or the emotional pain, hell it might be both, but Roxas didn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around his little brother reassuringly. "I hate it here."
"I do too. I do too."
Riku felt semi-relieved when his best friend helped him into bandages and clean clothes. Hell, sometimes, he wondered where the red-head ended up with so much shit. Lately, it's almost been every night he went out after his father, got beat up, and ended up like a ripped up druggie. The horrible bleeding wounds from the night before weren't made on spot, there were just reopened wounds from all the nights before. But Riku could care less. He didn't even call the man his father, much less did he care about him.
The real reason he'd follow the man in and out on his slut-taking charades was to try out his plan of revenge, that was, to say, very unsuccessful thus far.
The two teens walked down the empty-as-hell streets, both matching with their dark, leather clothes. Most of them were ripped up, due to a few street fights Axel had situated himself to getting into. Riku didn't care, he knew as well as anyone the red-head was used to it. No matter how cold they talk to each other, the two had known each other as best friends since birth. The only reason Riku wasn't this cooped up child-abused kid was because he was more content in living with Axel than his very own father.
Sure, there were better things to go about such crimes, such as calling the cops on him, but the city, being as empty as it is, turned out to be the only town without police. All the illegal misfits come live there, escaping from a death sentence or what-not. Of course, the place was off the maps, otherwise, they wouldn't be so hidden, but lately their residents started to multiply, and it struck fear in some of the felons. The outsiders aren't always the nicest or safest tourists.
But both Axel and Riku were born in the city, born as misfits. Both never liked their fate, and never planned to, but they get through it everyday. Their type of 'friendly games' included beating the living shit out of people, and interrogating drunks until they puke. Things of the sort. It wasn't much, but it was 'something'. A makeshift 'something' to ignore the real conflict inside them.
They felt empty.
"Where's the café?" Muttered the silver-haired boy, who was still playing with a hole on the side of his dark, dirty jeans.
"Somewhere at the side of town."
"What do you plan to do?" Riku forced himself to ignore the comment from earlier. There was no way the idiot was going to drag him into another fight in his condition.
"I actually plan to see if anyone attractive came from the outside this time." Turquoise eyes flickered in confusion. That wasn't the usual plan, hell, he didn't even remember the last time that was a plan.
Though, it was pretty productive in itself. Axel and Riku had do admit, they were the only two residents in the city who had the slightest attractive features. Sure, they've admitted it to each other, and they've tried being together, it didn't work out as well as they thought it would.
The two weren't any different than best friends, never will that change.
"…does the include a street fight if you don't?" Muttered the younger, who kept a steady glare to his friend, who laughed it off.
"Look, just to humor you, no, it won't."
"Fine." It sounded relieved.
"Are you okay now?" Came a soft voice from the counter as the brunette slowly walked out of the kitchen, wiping a bit of vomit from the left of his lip.
"I'd say that, actually." His voice was a lot more steady, as soft and beautiful as it should be. He took a seat next to his blonde counterpart and lay drowsily on the register. "Any customers yet, Roxas?"
Roxas wanted to laugh cynically at the entire ordeal, but kept that in and glared blankly at the table, "Not in particular. There's not even a mouse." What he said was true, however, there wasn't even a mouse scurrying on the floor. He began to think a café was the worst idea of a job in such a… disturbingly felon-filled place.
That's when there was a careful knock at the entrance.
Ocean-blue eyes looked up immediately, spotted a red-haired man at the door, smirking in through the doorway. He was smirking, yes, but blue eyes traveled along this path and noticed that it was at him. After a few blinks he glared at the red-head before gently shoving his brother. "Sora, customers."
"What?" The brunette peered up to see the red-haired maniac at the door…
…and a silverette he knew behind him.
He dashed up and towards the door, opening it with a weak smile on his face, "Riku!" He rushed past Axel, who felt rather ignored until he walked further into the store and got a glance of the blonde inside.
"Is there anyone in there?" Riku muttered, trying to catch up to his best friend, who was still running at top speed towards the café. He was surprised to see it was the most lively thing around.
He didn't get an answer, and he sauntered boredly towards the doorway. Axel was knocking on it, smirking like a madman.
"You okay?"
"You know what, Riku, I was hell on the right spot when I told you I wanted to find some attractive people." The silverette glared.
"What are you…" The door slammed open, and he was suddenly in the face of a certain angel.
"Riku!" Came the cry, small, skinny hands grabbing at his forearms. "I didn't think I'd see you again!"
"Oh that's right." Mumbled the older, walking the two of them into the store, "You're… Sora." He took a moment to finish that, almost forgetting the kid's name. He refused to remember another detail, something about his father.
"Yes! You look a lot better than last night." Blue eyes glanced towards the red-haired companion who was obviously in the silverette's party. The man paid no heed, however, too busy in questioning the other employee happily.
"So where'd you come from?"
"Why does it matter to you?"
"It matters to me because I'm sure you came straight out of Hollywood, babe. You're sure pretty as one." The blonde fell back in a wild blush, and turquoise eyes rolled.
"R-Roxas?" Sora stuttered, rushing down next to his brother, who was rubbing a newfound bump on his head. "Are you okay?"
"No!" Wailed the older, sill cringing. Not upon impact, rather upon the smooth and sexy words that came from the red-head. And the laugh, it was just as comforting. But being him, he'd never admit this outloud, getting up and glaring straight into emerald eyes intimidating.
"What would you like." His fist slammed on the counter, a menacing smirk making its way on his face. The only thing that went through Axel's mind was 'two can play this game.'
"Pina Colada Shake. And a date."
"That'll be one forty two and your number."
"I won't mind that."
"Um." Muttered the brunette, not completely understanding the dangerously fiery room.
"Axel's like that. I just never though there'd actually a person who'd actually stand up to him like that, though. Your brother's something else." Riku was resting his head on his hand, glaring at the fight, in which was continuing as Axel wrote his number down on a piece of paper.
"I'd say that." Laughed the brunette, "How about you?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary."
There was a light laugh from the angel, "No, I mean, what would you like."
"Oh." Riku hauled himself back to earth, looking up at the menu, "I'll have the strawberry shake."
"Okay." The younger said obediently. Turquoise eyes examined him, the long, luscious brown lashes, the jewel-like blue eyes, that soft looking brown bout of spikes, it wasn't the blonde who was the only one who looked from Hollywood. Sora was beautiful, just like a masterpiece in an art museum, just like a perfect picture, moving, and real in front of him. It was as if no one deserved his presence, no one deserved such an angel.
And whatever it was, it was tempting, and not even Riku caught himself in the words.
"What do you see in him?"
A/N: Ha, I thought this would be as lame as I though lamity could go. It's really really weird, I know. Came out of a crapper, whatever. I tried my best to update yesterday but writer's block loves my company. I hope you liked this?
