Welcome to My Life

Watching Rinoa walk into the house, Roxas' smile faded and his eyes became half lidded. After a few seconds, he turned and continued down the street, only living a couple of blocks down. Kicking up some of the autumn leaves, he kept his gaze on the ground, his hands shoved inside the pocket of his hoodie again. It didn't seem like it took long before he was standing outside of his house, on the large, wooden porch, just staring at the too-white door. Kicking a random flower pot, Wonder if Sora made that..., he turned and picked it up, feeling bad if it was Sora's, before heading off the porch, and walking around back.

Grabbing the rope that was hidden behind some vines that grew on their house, he began to climb. Roxas liked the vines. It gave the back of their house an eery look to it. Climbing up, he was halfway in his window when a voice made him nearly lose his grip on the sill. "About time you got home, Nii-san." Roxas looked up and a blank expression formed.

"You read too much manga." He muttered, climbing in all the way, sitting on the window sill. "Why are you in my room? You know better than that?"

"Because!" The other blond boy chirped. His emerald green eyes held a glint in them. It hinted to Roxas something was up, or that he was in trouble. "Mom and Dad wanna have a word with you." Oz said in a know-it-all voice, holding up a letter. Roxas stood and walked over, snatching it and reading it over.

"Blah blah blah. Roxas refuses to speak, and threatened...What? I did not!" He growled, throwing the paper in the trash.

"Mom has a copy." Oz said, standing and walking for the door, glancing back. He loved giving Roxas a hard time, but at the same time, he knew first hand that something was really wrong with him. He didn't fear him, even if Roxas had put him in the hospital once. He felt bad for him. The playful glint had faded as a concerned look crossed his features as Roxas followed him. The older blond was going to have to face his parents sooner or later. The sooner, the better. It was always that way for him.

"Go to bed, Oz." Roxas muttered, walking past him. He knew that their mother would be a little understanding, but their father wasn't so much. Oz blinked, but shrugged and paused at the stairs, watching Roxas walk down. "I'm home!" He called out, and Oz could already hear their father jumping Roxas' case.

Once in the living room where their parents were, Roxas paused, his eyes glued on the two adults. "It's about damn time. Where the hell were you? You're on probation, you're grounded. You know that." Zack Fair spoke, his amethyst eyes locked with Roxas' cerulean ones. Cloud's sky-blue eyes widened slightly at Zack's sudden outburst, but it wasn't that much of a surprise.

"Yeah yeah yeah. I know, but I had to stay after school, and I walked with someone, since it was dark outside. She lives just down the street." He replied with a dismissive tone, looking towards his mom. "So, what...?" He then asked, referring to the letter sitting in front of Cloud.

"Roxas, honey..." Cloud started, standing up. "If you're innocent, please, just talk to your counselors. I know you couldn't have done anything like that. You're ruining your life."

"Huh, that's funny." Roxas muttered, looking towards the front door. Why didn't he just run?

"Do you think this is a game?" Zack asked, walking towards Roxas, whose eyes narrowed, and he withdrew his hands from his pockets, preparing himself to fight if he needed to. "Do you realize how bad you're making us look?"

"Do you think I care about how it looks on you? You're not that great of a father, ya know."

"Roxas..." Cloud started, worry in his eyes. Roxas never took his eyes off of Zack. It was only a few years ago that Zack had actually taken to beating Roxas when Cloud wasn't around. Cloud knew something was wrong, but he never knew what, and he still wasn't aware of what had happened. And before that, when he was in elementary school, the two adults were almost always fighting.

"Screw off. I have homework to do." Roxas muttered, about to turn his back on them, only to feel the back of Zack's hand cross his face. That's all it took before the blond snapped his attention on Zack and swung back. "Don't fucking touch me! I've had it with you!" Roxas snapped. Oz, hearing this, bolted down the stairs, his eyes widening at the site.

"Stop!" He screamed, quickly running in front of Roxas, his back to Zack, latching to the older blond tightly, saving him from being hit again, and from jumping Zack. Cloud stared wide-eyed in fear, before his eyes narrowed.

"Zack! What the hell?" He snapped, glaring at the man.

"The brat needs to learn his manners." Zack growled, rubbing his cheek, the taste of blood filling his mouth, causing a sour look to cross his face. Roxas' breathing was heavy as he glared at the man, his arms wrapping protectively around Oz's shoulders. He never trusted Zack after he had started beating him, and despite the fights he had with Oz, he would murder the man if he ever laid a hand on him. Or the youngest, Sora.

"Roxas, go to your room, now." Cloud demanded, and Oz squirmed free, pulling Roxas along before he had a chance to disobey.

"You okay?" Oz asked, glancing back halfway up the stairs, making a face when he noticed Roxas staring back over his shoulder. With a pout, Oz tugged on Roxas' hand. "Hey! Here, not there." He said, pulling Roxas into his room, shutting the door behind him, and walking over to the bed with Roxas, standing in front of him. "Roxy?" He asked, getting the older blond to look up at him, and he reached down, running his finger-tips over his cheek. "It's already bruising..." He murmured, gasping when he was pushed back.

"I don't need your pity. Get out of my room." Roxas growled, standing up and walking past him, grabbing his bag, digging in it for something. Oz made a face when he heard the sound of pills moving in a bottle, tilting his head as Roxas tipped the medicine bottle over, popping two into his mouth, swallowing them dry. It was a mood stabilizer, and for his diagnosed bi-polar disorder. "Get out." Roxas ground out, walking back over to his bed with Oz still watching him carefully. When Roxas settled into his bed, Oz walked over and closed the window before walking back for the door, peeking back as he locked it.

"Night, Brother..." He murmured softly, swallowing the lump in his throat. It seemed as if Roxas never cried for himself, and it made Oz sad. Taking in a deep breath, he let out a light sigh, before closing the door behind him, heading for his own room. Roxas waited until he heard the door close before letting his eyes slide closed, letting his body relax as the medicine began to kick in. It didn't take long before he drifted off into a restless sleep.

Panda's Note; Meh. Okay, I probably could have done better, but...Blah. But anyways! Reviews make me smile! =3 Chapter five will be written by Evelyn. Enjoy! ;3