Now let's see if we can top off the last chapter with something fun! But first, on to the Reviews!

To Scarletnight13: Don't worry, I plan on finishing this story! I'm into it as much as all of you are now XD And I'm glad you like it enough to wait for the chapters as they come =3 I will do my best to make the chapters good!

To the Poet's Raven: Yes, I mentioned in the first chapter or the second that the Hikari's are royalty, so therefore, he is the heir to a throne. =3 Which one, however, I do not know XD And as for that someplane no one would think of, I'll give you a hint; it's coming up this chapter! XD

To Moe10: I've never had Arizona tea. Now I'm curious XD But I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter =3

To Poseidon's-Princess: Sorry about the cliffhanger! XD But I'm glad you liked the chapter anyways =D

To Tera Loveless Uchiha: I know, I was thinking that making Roxas a little protective was kinda cute, too =3 And if it was Sora's father, he wouldn't have called him 'son.' I kinda feel bad for making his dad hate him like that =( But that's Ansem for you XD

To Kingdom hearts birth by sleep: Sorry for the cliffhanger!

HOMFG 4,000 words! A NEW GUINESS WORLD RECCORD! WOOOOOO~! *Crowd cheers and throws flowers* XD Ignore that.

And now, on to the chapter! Let me know if you'd like to see something show up in the story, like a scene or something, I don't know, or if you want a story/one-shot written about something specific. I'm open to all suggestions, good or bad =3

Paper Moon

Chapter 10 (DOUBLE DIGITS PEOPLE! WOOT!)

The Descision of Happiness

Roxas

It was very dark, but he was right there beside me anyways, even though he had told me he was scared to death of it. He was shaking, but the voices outside the door made us more than unwilling to exit our hiding place. Sora had his hands firmly clasped on mine, so much so that I could tell they were white, though the light streaming from underneath the door left much to be guessed at. It outlined his features, but other than that, it was dark.

"We have heard talk from someone saying that the boy walked into these grounds yesterday, with a brunette beside him." The voice was muffled behind the doorway, but shadows danced in front of the light sometimes, casting shadows in the small little closet.

We'll be fine. I repeat over and over in my head. Evelyn will get rid of the investigators.

"I do not know what you are talking about." She says tersley, and Sora leans closer to me, his shaking near uncontrollable. Freeing one hand, I put it around his shoulders and hug him closer to me, and he buries his face into my collarbone.

"I'm sorry." Sora whispers, his shivering calming down some. "It's my fault."

I shake my head, wrapping my other arm around him and clasping my hands behind his back. He wraps his around my waist, the wall pressed up tightly against my back as he hides his head.

The talking between Sora's mother and the investigators continue for some time, talk going from where I am, to where she saw me, if she saw me. She's an amazing liar, I'll give her that.

And then shadows dance again in front of our only source of light, and I'm whispering into Sora's ear over and over I love you, I always will. The shadows fall back, and the door opens, my heart hammering in my ribs, so much that I'm sure it'll explode.

But the face I see is one that calms me, not one that frightens me. Evelyn smiles at me as I look up at her, Sora turning his head to the sudden burst of light. He smiles too, not at all flustered at his mother seeing us like that, hugging each other as if we're the last link to sanity. We disentangle and Sora helps me stand, my legs numb from having sat there for so long. Evelyn closes the door behind us.

"I hope I got rid of them." She sighs. "If I could, I think I would adopt you so they would not send you away. You always seem to remind me of a more chiseled version of Sora." She smiles, ruffling Sora's hair and making him whine.

"Can you mom?" He asks, eyes sparkling. She laughs.

"Of course I can." She says. "But it is up to him to decide."

"Are you kidding?" I jump onto Sora's back, causing him to loose his balance and cry out in surprise. "Of course I would want!" I hide Sora's eyes as he walks around blindly in circles, trying to pry my hands off. His mother laughs, and laughs even harder when he leans too far behind and makes us fall to the floor. I join in her laughter, and Sora laughs too as he rolls onto his stomach, still over me.

"Then how would you like it if I called an adopting agent today and had her come fill out the papers here? She's a close friend of mine, so she'll be more than happy to." She kneels beside us, not commenting on the fact that Sora's lying on top of me in what could be a suggestive position for some people. (A.N.: By the gods that doesn't sound like Roxas, but hey, at least he's honest.)

"Yeah!" Sora's eyes light up even more, and with a smile Evelyn walks out of the room. Sora turns his eyes on me, and I swear if his eyes shine more, it'll look like if glitter was thrown onto them.

"Your mom is really cool." I tell him. He nods frantically.

"She knows you'll be sent to an orphanage, even at seventeen. And no one would adopt you because nowadays people just want little children and babies." He sighs, his chin resting on my chest and his hands over my own.

"Yeah. I don't think my parents are going to be allowed to have a child anymore."

"Not that they'll get the chance in prison."

We laugh a little at that.

"But what about your father?" I ask hesitantly. He becomes silent a moment, lost in thought.

"My father can go to hell." He says firmly just as Evelyn comes back in.

"I thought you two would still be like that." She laughs, sitting down on the ground beside us. We smile at her, but we don't move. It's actually quite comfortable. "She should be here soon. I'll explain the situation to her when she arrives. But I might suggest that you two don't stick around like that while she's here. She's..."

"Homophobic?" Sora interjects. Evelyn nods.

"Yes. Why don't you go get some snacks from Karyn, and bring them here?" She suggests. Nodding, Sora uses my stomach as a surface for his hands to push himself up, making me gasp as the breath is pushed out of me. Apologizing he helps me up, and, as a small token of my gratitude, I run after him, he screaming in mock horror as we run down towards the kitchen.

Sora

I bounce on the sofa, sleep not quite stopping my anxiety as the woman signs a piece of paper, motioning to Roxas to sign somewhere on it, and mom too. It's been the same thing for a while now, but finally the woman hands mom a piece of paper, puts the rest into her briefcase, and stands, shaking mom's hand. Mom walks out with her, and as soon as he's sure she's far enough away, he tackles me from where I sit, causing me to fall on my side. I turn myself onto my back underneath him while he lies there, smiling and laughing.

"So now I'm going to be able to stay with you!" He says joyfully, hugging his face into my neck. I laugh with him as I return his hug, burying my own face into his golden yellow hair.

"You two look like five year olds." We hear. We both look up at May, who is picking up the tray of snacks we'd brought. We stick out our tongues at her, and she laughs, retreating out of the room.

"I don't think I was ever this happy." He sighs, head resting sideways on my collarbone. His finger makes tapping motions on my shoulder. "It might be because of my pa- my former parents."

"Tell me about that someday." I say. He nods.

"If you tell me about your life when you were younger." He counters.

"Of course." I rest the side of my head on the top of his, watching his hand as his finger taps on my shoulder. "Everything will be alright now, won't it?"

"Yep." He agrees silently.

~~(^w^)~~

I grumble as I wake up, my eyes opening to darkness. Rolling over onto my back, I check the time on the digital clock on the bedside.

2:15 am. I hold back a groan as I roll back onto my side, intent on getting back to sleep.

A weight shifts to the side, and I make another sound of protest, taking the blanket and pulling it up over my head.

"Did I wake you up?" He asks. I open groggy eyes and lift the blanket up. His face is illuminated red with the glow of the numbers on the clock. "Sorry."

"'salright." I mumble into the pillow, turning around so I face him as he gets back in, his hands obviously cold as he tries to warm them up. "Where'd you go?"

"Bathroom." He says, as if it should be obvious. I crack into a grin despite myself. "Goodnight." He touches his lips to my forehead before settling back down, about three inches from me. His forehead leans on mine, hair ticking me and his breath fanning on me as his breathing slows.

And, always ever the surpriser, when my eyes are closed, he puts his lips to my parted lips, like he usually does every night before we fall asleep.

"Goodnight." I whisper in return, a smile plasted on my face as I lean my forehead onto his collarbone. I feel the weight of his head as he leans it over mine, arms wrapping around me as if to shield me.

And I feel safe there.

Roxas

My dream is a little weird. Sora's about five years old, swinging on a swingset as I push him, the same age as he is, laughing. He shines like a bright darkness against the bright blue of the sky.

"We'll always be best friends, right?" He asks as the swing comes to a stop, he getting off. I smile and laugh with him as I sit onto the warmed up swing. He goes behind me and pushes on my back to get me to swing.

"Yep!" I reply as I go higher. A car stops at the edge of the park we're in, our mother sitting on the park bench. Sora pushes me again as a crack fills the silence of laughter and talk. I can hear our mother scream as the car pulls away. I step off the swing, turning around to look for Sora.

"Get up!" The air is knocked out of me as something sits down hard onto my stomach. I gasp and take a breath as I open my eyes, Sora smiling as he sits there on my lower stomach, hands on my shoulders.

He's not dead... of course not! I mentally chide myself. That was just a dream. Thank God...

"Ow..." I groan and he just laughs, smiling at me.

"Sorry! But I wanted you to get up so we could go do something!"

"Like what?" I ask, rubbing my eyes. He shrugs.

"How about breakfast, and then we could find that out?" I nod. He grins. "Morning."

"Hell of a wake up call." I sigh, but I'm smiling. "Good morning to you too." He presses his lips over mine, soft and gentle as his hands loosen over my shoulders and snake to behind my head. His chest just barely touches mine, my own hands in between his shoulderblades to press him a little closer. He sighs, fingers going through my hair as he pulls back just an inch.

"Do you know what?" He starts. I shake my head slightly. "Technically, that agent made us brothers."

"All the more fun." I laugh once, but we're talking really low. He laughs in agreement. "Now, are you gonna talk, or...?"

Grinning he lowers his lips onto mine again, prying them open and snaking his tongue through. I make that same small sound in the back of my throat again, which sounds like the moan of a zombie, just more... alive. He chuckles, and when I open my eyes halfway, still battling it out in futile with him, I notice he's looking at me.

"I wanna try something." He says as he pulls back an inch, and gliding his lips along my jawline until he reaches my ear. My face flushes for some reason as my heart rate increases. A jolt goes through me when I feel something run along my earlobe, and I can't help it. I let out the sound that sounds like a moan from my lips, my nails digging into his back. "This is turning out to be fun." I hear him whisper, sending shivers down the length of my body. Now he glides his lips down my neck, stopping at where I can feel my heart beating in my neck. He passes his tongue on it, making my back arch involuntarily as I gasp. (A.N.: Ahah, naughty Sora XD I'm having fun here, sorry XD But no lemon, I promise =3 This one will stay as clean as my mind will let it be XD Makes you wonder what he dreamed of...)

"S-sora? What're you d-doing?" I manage to say. He pauses, lips hovering over that very same spot.

"I'm not sure." He admits. "But it's fun. And you seem to like it." I turn my face away as it flushes further. "I can tell by your heartbeat." He sings, and presses his lips onto that same spot as he does a sort of sucking, making my back arch and I put one hand to my mouth to stop myself from making more noises. My other hand continues to claw at his back.

"Aww, Roxie." He purrs, bringing his face up again to my cheeks. His nickname makes me flush all the more, and I'm sure all the blood in my body is concentrated there. "You were making such beautiful noises."

Slowly he pries my hand from my mouth, replacing it with his own lips and, not needing to pry them open as I do that myself, he goes and kisses me in that mind-blowing way again. My chest heaving as we pause for breath, he whispers in my ear.

"Sorry." He says, voice a little low. "I just-"

"Shut up." I hiss, making him look at me. Smiling I stop his question by kissing him again, which seems to make him happy.

Sora (A.N.: Mini brainfart, sorry. This may get a little perverted, mostly because I wanna put this here just for fun! XD I dunno, blame my friends for making me so whacked in the brain nowadays. Sora's sounding SO OOC XD)

He makes more noises the more I lick his earlobe, and everytime he gasps I end up wanting him to feel so much more. One of my hands travels the length of his stomach, my dream still in my mind. I'd never had a dream like that, but then again, Roxas isn't the same as everyone else. He's a gasping mess in no time, his throat obviously sore. I glide my lips over it, tasting his skin. And whenever he forms the first syllable of the words he wants to say 'Please stop', he closes his mouth again, hand digging into my back a little painfully, but nothing I can't handle. He's blushing all the way into his shirt, and the want of finding out just how far his blush goes is there in my mind.

Somehow my hand ends up underneath his shirt, and he does nothing to stop me as it slides slowly up his stomach, and I pause just where his heart is hammering away in his chest, he gasping in my ear as I pause my torture on his neck, looking up at his eyes, which are half-lidded, looking very glazed. He seems to read my intention in my eyes, for he nods numbly, swallowing. I remove y other hand from underneath his hair, and I gently and slowly unbutton his shirt, leaving it open. Satisfying my curiosity, I find out he's blushing to about one third down his chest. Using my hands I slide the edges of the unbuttoned shirt to his sides, exposing his entire torso, passing my hands over it a few times. His eyes are closed again, and he's panting.

"S-sora." He says silently, almost pleading. Seeing him like that I feel a jolt run through me, and thoughts and images of what May has described to me as gay love flit through my mind - she enjoys reading novels and watching shows with those - and it takes a great effort to push them back. He brings my head up to his and presses his lips on mine, letting go of my head as I pass my tongue through his lips, attacking his own. With one hand behind my head and another on my chest, he slowly undoes my own shirt. When he undoes the last button it hangs limply on me, letting my head go to let himself breathe, gasping now more than ever. I slowly trail my mouth down, stopping at his blush with a smirk, still sitting on him.

My hands, by now, are at his shoulders, and I bring them to his back, gently pushing off the sleeves of the shirt for some reason, until he's lying there underneath me, top half naked. But I know very well that that is as far as I will make us go.

Curse May for putting thoughts like these into my mind sometimes.

I can tell he knows that I plan on not letting it go any further than that, but he still pushes my own shirt off of my arms, letting it slide off my back to the side. So now it's bare skin on bare skin, sending tingles of electricity through me. I kiss just at the little nub, causing him to suck in a breath as I grin.

Which is exactly where his blush stretches out to.

His own hands are running along my bare back, and his nails dig into my skin as I take it into my mouth, his back arching once again.

"Damn." He hisses as I pass my tongue over it, forever torturing him. He takes shallow breaths as I come back up to his neck.

I go along his shoulder, smiling as I run my tongue along it.

"Tell me whenever you want me to stop." I tell him, coming back to his neck and that spot he always makes noises when I touch.

"God no." He gasps, giving me the pleasure of a small moan, his face red, yet his eyes are shining, but still glazed. "Never."

"That's a hard wish to grant." I chuckle against his skin.

"One day it won't be." He counters in a gasp.

"I'll let you know when I can do this so it feels like forever." I push the thought of something from my mind as my lips leave his skin completely, though my hands stay on his chest as I sit up somewhat straight again. He tries to take deeper breaths as he turns his head from its position sideways, looking at me with his glazed eyes half closed.

God knows I wanted to just... just take him. He looks like an Angel trapped in euphoria, experiencing it for the first time, and coming down from a high.

"Someday." He smiles, his neck red at the base near his collarbone, but that's my fault. His eyes run over my chest, his hand lifting up and brushing over a small scar right over my heart. Emotion starts to come back into his eyes other than the glazed look. He sits up a little to look at it closer. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you on the day you tell me everything that happened to you." I tell him, putting my lips onto the corner of his mouth. He smiles against my lips.

"Alright." As I pull back his hand grabs my shirt, and I get off of him, sitting beside him as he sits up and gives me mine. Just as I'm about to button it up, he leans in and kisses me on my scar, smiling at me when I give him a questioning stare.

"I love you." He says, shirt still unbuttoned but hanging on his shoulders as he leans in and kisses me gently on the lips. I lean into it at the same time he does, pulling back at the same time.

"I already knew that. Remember when we hid in the closet?" He nods, still so close to my lips. "You told me that twenty eight times."

"You counted?" He asks, always getting a little closer.

"Of course." An inch away now. "I love you too, I always will." No distance seperates us anymore.

And maybe someday we'll both get to be together as a whole.

Ahaha, I should stop listening to myself. Sorry for that, I don't know what came over me. Maybe because I haven't had supper yet and I'm eating cookies and I'm hyper? Yeah, that's it! *is jumping on the walls*

Perverted Sora is so... OOC! XD It was so funny and so weird to write him like that... or should I call him horny Sora? Meh, whichever. Have fun trying to guess his dream (It's not hard, really)

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