Note: Sorry this took so long...sick. XD more details in my profile in the "note to all readers" part.
Umm so yea...Not much to say, except I pretty much forgot everything that had happened in my story so far...so if you see any plot holes, tell me.
Oh and I want to say sorry in advance for some words in this one but, hey, thats why its rated 'T' right?
Enjoy!
"Name?" The reflection looked dumbfounded, "I don't have a name, I'm a mirror, why would I have a name?"
Roxas sighed, "Well I have to call you something! What did your last owners call you?"
"Hm…Well, the lady called me "fat" a lot…"
Roxas sighed again, "Nooooo, she was calling herself fat…wait, you've never shown anyone before me this whole… changing thing?"
"What changing thing?" The reflection had a devious smile, he was trying to upset Roxas.
Groaning in frustration, Roxas put his hand over his eyes, "What? You want me to think I'm crazy?"
No response.
Roxas looked up, his reflection was normal again. His refection was, well, him.
"Hey…Mirror? Where did you go?" He looked behind it.
Quickly pulling his head back, he felt incredibly stupid.
"Maybe I am crazy…" He stared at his feet, all his pride in his ability in making new friends was fading, and he was beginning to think of his last encounter with his father.
He didn't get much time to think, before he could fully lay down on his bed, his father burst through the door.
He didn't even hear him enter the house. Sneaky.
"Get…the…fuck up." Cloud ordered, angrier then Roxas had seen him in some time.
Not leaving his laying down position, Roxas didn't even bother looking at his father, "Why should I?"
Suddenly he felt a hand on his leg, yanking him onto the floor, "Because I fucking said so, you little shit! Now do what I say!"
Roxas' head hit the floor with a bang that made his father laugh, and continue his speech, "Do you hear me you little faggot?!"
Was Roxas hearing this right? Did his father call his a 'faggot'? Why? Had he been talking to Hayner?
"I asked if you heard me you little maggot!?" He yelled again.
Roxas didn't reply.
'Ohhhh, Maggot. He called me a maggot, not a faggot…'
A swift kick to the shin roused Roxas from his thoughts.
His father leaned in and screamed into his face, "Do you fucking hear me!? Get out of my house RIGHT NOW!"
Roxas was glad to obey, running for his life out the door.
"Why is it that we cant talk like normal human beings? Why does he always have to have liquor to talk to his only son? And why does that damn stuff" Roxas kicked a rock on the ground while walking, "Make him so violent!?"
Not slowing his pace, Roxas saw Hayner leaning on a lamp post in front of the 7-11.
"Hey fag boy, you got a light?" Hayner asked, showing Roxas his unlit cigarette.
Something in Roxas broke that second. He imagined doing terrible things to Hayner with that cigarette.
Terrible things, that made Roxas feel dirty thinking about them.
So when Roxas passed, he did the least mean thing he could think of to Hayner.
He stopped.
He stopped and looked Hayner straight in the eye.
"Hey, faaaag boy." Hayner waved a hand in front of Roxas' face, "You there?"
Roxas didn't want to take this anymore.
Why did Hayner have the right to treat him like that? What made Hayner so great? Absolutely nothing.
So what if he was going crazy and everything with the mirror was a lie? It had taught him one good thing.
Hayner had no right, no right, to pick on him.
So Roxas did the first thing that came to mind.
He took Hayner's cigarette, looked at it lovingly, like it was his savor from everything, and grabbed some matches from his pocket.
'Those matches aren't yours, you took them so dad wouldn't smoke anymore…Why do you still have them?' Roxas kept going over this thought in his mind.
"Hey, fag boy, give those back." Hayner broke him from his thoughts.
Roxas smiled, struck the match on this pants, lighting it, the placed it to the cigarette.
It lit quicker then Roxas thought it would.
"Good little fag, now give it back to me ok?" Hayner was using the baby talk voice, and that meant one thing, "Your mommy would hate to know you were smoking. I already saw your daddy today and told him you had a thing for some emo boy at school, and he got pretty mad. I wonder how mad mommy would be if you started smoking?"
'Hayner talked to dad?! Maybe he was calling me a faggot…I don't really remember, I must have hit my head harder then I thought…'
Roxas looked at Hayner with utter disgust in his eyes.
He had no right to lie to Roxas' father, causing more tension, he had no right to call him a fag, when Roxas was not gay to begin with, and he had no right to talk about his mother, even if he didn't know she was dead.
Roxas couldn't take it anymore, taking the burning cigarette, he stabbed it into Hayner's left cheek, left it there for a few seconds, and dropped it to the ground.
"You…." Hayner was bubbling with anger, the burn mark on his cheek was a dark red, almost black, "You…bastard!" Hayner exploded and jumped on Roxas, punching him anywhere he could see.
Roxas curled himself into a ball, and took the punches. There was no getting away from Hayner now, but it was worth it.
"You fucking emo fag!" Hayner screamed at the top of his lungs, pounding into Roxas' kidney.
Roxas didn't move, he was waiting.
"How fucking dare you! You cum-guzzling bastard!!" Hayner threw a few punches at Roxas' face, lucky his arms were covering his face, so they took most of the beating.
Still Roxas gave no reaction.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, you cowardly little vermin!" Roxas was surprised how much Hayner's vocabulary improved when he was angry and punching the snot out of someone's stomach.
Roxas was almost done waiting, he could feel it.
Hayner rose to his feet, "I fucking hate you soooo much Strife! I am going to get you back for this! You just wait!" With a final note, Hayner kicked Roxas one last time in the stomach, and walked away 'victorious'.
Roxas waited a bit longer, until the crowd that gathered around left. Then he rose to his feet as well.
'I wonder if it was all worth it…'
Roxas' stomach was in terrible pain, his back hurt felt like was run over by a truck, and the part of his face the was hitting the pavement as Hayner attacked his arms was cut fairly bad.
But he survived. Roxas survived defending himself.
He wondered if he could do the same with his intoxicated father?
Either way, he was missing school tomorrow.
Roxas walked slowly into the 7-11, the same blond cashier was there, like he didn't have anything better to do then to be at work.
"Whoa kid, that was pretty ballsy" He had put his magazine down to talk to Roxas.
Placing his sea-salt ice cream on the counter, Roxas sighed, "I got the shit beat out of me…How was that 'ballsy'?"
He noticed the name tag say 'Demyx' on the cashier, meaning that this was the same creepy cashier as before, as he was leaning toward Roxas, "He's a bully, I saw him steal your skateboard the other day. I bet he seems to pick on you a lot…And standing up to someone like that…" He shook his head, "I couldn't do that, I'll tell you that much."
Roxas set two dollar bills on the counter, "Pft, all I did was burn him with his own cigarette…He was talking about my mo-…Never mind."
As Roxas started to walk away, Demyx pushed his money back, "Its on the house. I steal it all anyways, so its not like the stores making a profit either way."
"Your going to get fired…"
"Like this jobs worth it…" He scoffed, then went back to reading his magazine about 'sitars' again, giving Roxas a sly smile before he left.
Roxas leaned on a wall next to his apartment building, listening to his father scream obscenities loud enough for anyone in a five block radius to hear. He was so very proud of his gene pool right now.
Long after he was done with his ice cream, and his face finished bleeding from the cement, Roxas listened closely.
His father wasn't screaming anymore.
There were no more bangs, or sounds of his house being torn apart in anger.
Just quiet.
Then one final bang, the sound of a door hitting the metal siding of a house.
Then some stomping, and Roxas saw his father.
He was carrying a vodka bottle, and he stammered to get into his car.
'Driving? Maybe I should stop him…'
Roxas watched his father pull away from their apartment building, their lives, and Roxas' sanity.
This was definitely not the first time this has happened.
Through all Roxas' years, every time he watched his father pull away like this, assorted bottled in hand, even since Roxas could remember, he always thought the same thing.
'God, please let him get into an accident and be the only one hurt…'
Roxas no longer cared how mean that was, all he wanted to do was climb into his bed and fix what his father destroyed.
Destroyed, that was the understatement of the year.
His bed covers were ripped apart like someone took a knife to them.
His window was broken into many tiny pieces.
His walls were covered with dents and what looked like a little blood, like his father cut his knuckle punching so hard.
The one thing spared and untouched was his mirror.
His lovely mirror.
He ran towards it, a smiling creeping onto his face. His reflection turned back into the look Roxas grew to love.
With a few exceptions.
His hair was spikier, and full out red, it reminded Roxas of a angry porcupine.
He was much taller, and skinnier.
And he was wearing something entirely different then Roxas.
Tight black pants hugging his small figure, a red shirt, long sleeved, tight as the pants, and a necklace.
The necklace had a silver chain, hanging from it was a red circle with a few points sticking out of it.
With a sly smile, the mirror looked at Roxas, "I'm done."
Nottttyyyysss: XD I love how off topic this chapter got, theres NOTHING to do with that little mirror.
I guess its just more backround for poor little Roxas.
I dont know why I'm giving him such a bad life, but XD I guess I'm just mean that way huh?
There was alot of people telling me that Roxas needed to fight back to Hayner, so I did. ^_^
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FINAL NOTE: Dont you just love cliffhanger endings? review to tell me ;)
