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Mmm. Sora had tasted a faint taste on Roxas's lips.
Had it been coffee?
No, more sweet. Less bitter.
Hazelnut.
Yes, that had been it. The slightly sweetened, bliss taste of warm hazelnut. It was so delightful to savor on his lips. It was simply wonderful.
This was the first thing Sora had thought when he involuntarily leaned forward to push his lips on Roxas: To kiss him.
It was beyond marvelous, no words can explain the feeling of being uplifted from the world. It seemed every cell in his body felt light, and perfect. The tension and stress from before had melted away in only a few moments.
Nothing else in the world mattered anymore. Nothing but this moment.
Only a few seconds passed since then. Roxas had brought his hands up to grip on Sora's shoulders, tightly, and push him away. It was the first thing his mind conjured up, and his body followed through. Roxas didn't realize he had pushed him away until Sora looked at him with confusion.
Roxas was the first to speak. He stuttered through his parted lips, "S-...Sora. What...?" He couldn't finish. His eyes were wide and startled, his brows pressed together.
Reality flushed back into Sora's head. His eyes had become more alert to the scene. "O-oh, Roxas! I-I'm sorry! Plea-"
The confused blonde cut him off. "No. I can't. Sora, no, I'm...I have to leave, now," He ripped away his hands from Sora's shoulders, quickly grabbing his belongings on the chair next to the pool.
Sora stepped forward, holding his arm out. "Roxas, don't go! I can expla-"
Roxas cut him off again. "Don't. I have to leave now." He said slowly, each word drilling into Sora's head. He stepped backward towards the gate. Their eyes met again for a moment, holding each others stares. This made Sora's lips glue together, though words screamed in his throat. Roxas opened the gate, and fled away swiftly from the scene.
That had been that.
Sora's hands, once gripping the hands of Roxas, now hung limp by his side. A warm gust of wind breezed through the trees, making them rustle. Leaves scattered along the concrete floor, landing in the pool water.
He heard nothing after that. Not a sound.
He stood helpless and alone.
. . . . . . .
Familiar waves crashed on the sandy floor. It recoiled back slowly- salt water whirling around the scattered porous rocks, and shortly crashed back again on the shore. The moon was high in the dark sky.
Stars glimmered independently, lighting the black blanket like fireflies.
Sora found himself walking aimlessly parallel to the shore. Lukewarm water swirled around his feet after each wave stretched along the shore.
His hands folded into his pockets. He was still wearing his red trunks from the pool; He hadn't bothered going back to change.
He couldn't possibly look at Ven without any grief in his eyes.
What the hell have I done? Sora thought in his mind. There was no other person as terrible, and awful as Sora. After a small dream, he had irresponsibly and bluntly kissed Roxas prior to talking to him. He didn't know why he had done it. His body moved forward, not his mind.
What would Ven say to him? Helpless, small Ventus. He was surely waiting at home for Sora's return.
Sora could see it now.
Ven sitting impatiently on the couch, his leg bobbing like a sewing machine against the carpet.
Maybe he had brought back an ice cream- Vanilla with caramel sauce, Sora's favorite- melting slowly on the coffee table. Ven's face was masked with worry. Maybe that creep Vanitas left as well.
Sora, in efforts to keep Ven from worrying, shot him a text message decoying his absence to study at Riku's house. He had missed school the previous day, he thought. He typed that he was going to crash at Riku's house for the night.
Every cell in Sora's body wanted to run back home, and hold Ven in his arms. He wanted to apologize a hundred times for making him wait. He wanted to tell him about the dream- about Roxas. It would be hard, he couldn't look into his eyes...But it was the truth. Sora never kept any secrecy from Ventus.
Grief.
Though, why did a part of him interdict the idea?
Selfish.
On the other note, he wanted to be with Roxas. He wanted to finish the kiss, to taste the hazelnut sensation. He wanted to hold his hand, never letting it go. He wanted to look in his eyes again- to see the lovely azure color. He wanted to start the ravishing dream, to rip away his clothes under his hand. He just wanted to be with him.
Unspeakable, awful human being.
Roxas gave Sora the most human answer there was possible. It was...Well, all Sora basically expected.
I was blunt, egotistic...
He wondered if Roxas will ever even look at him again.
Probably not...
Sora gazed up on the sky. The moon was pale, and bright in the dark sky. It reflected against the black ocean water, like a strip of white. It wasn't ashamed of its reflexion, and it shone brightly.
No matter how many tsunami's it caused, and how many people could have perished, it still shone brilliantly.
Sora shook his head. Had he really been comparing himself to the moon? Had he really felt a pang of jealousy for it? He was surely losing his mind.
A small, bright shop shone on the far side of the beach. A small coffee shop. Sora had been walking towards it, aimlessly. He's been here many times before in the past. Ven always loved their coffee...
He felt a sharp pain in his chest. The lights in the shops hurt his eyes, and he looked away.
His eyes trailed back down to the white sand. He continued to walk along the shore, holding his head down. Somehow, he felt that this is where he belonged.
In the night.
He could fade into any shadow, no one could ever make out his face in the darkness. He could hide from everyone, never looking at there familiar expressions. Run away from the truth.
Sora wished that he could just fade into the dark shadows..
As he continued to walk to the coffee shop, the dark waves washed away his footprints on the white sand.
Like he had never been there.
. . . . . . .
"All right, will that be all?" A nasally woman asked, sounding bored.
Sora nodded, his eyes glued to his hands on the table. The waitress walked away from him, giving him one last look, before returning back to the counter. Probably because he was still in his flip-flops and trunks.
His thumbs swirled around each other, as tension rose in him. He didn't want to return back to the apartment tonight. He couldn't, just couldn't. He wasn't running away, just avoiding him at the moment. He didn't want to see Ven's worried eyes. He'd rather take a bullet.
He also decided to leave Roxas alone as well. Roxas probably didn't want anything to do with him...He'll just give him space. He'll give him all the time in the world.
I mean, he didn't like Sora the way he had liked him. Impossible. He had never seen Sora more than a friend.
Not to mention he was Ven's brother. His own identical twin.
They may have looked similar, though they were never the same. Never.
Sora could see the difference in both of them. Both he enjoyed, and praised. Just one he desired more...
He shook his head, burying his face in his hands. God, kill me now. He thought.
The waitress silently brought Sora his plain coffee and muffin. She raised a brow at his appearance, though easily dropped it.
Sora didn't look up when she walked away. He kept his head in his hands.
Roxas's shocked face filled his mind. Ven's worried eyes shortly followed.
His heart thudded in his chest, skipping a beat. A broken heart that's still beating.
How irrelevant.
Curtly, the front door opened- the bell chiming in harmony- and a visitor walked in. Sora didn't bother to look up. He simply rubbed his eyes, maybe to wake up from this nightmare.
"Sora?" A masculine, acquainted voice asked. Not a voice he had heard in a while. He looked up from his hands to find a familiar friend smiling down upon him. His hair was strikingly red in his messy ponytail. Usually it was down and spiked, though tonight it was pulled back in a laid-back up-due. He wore a familiar black blazer that was unbuttoned, and the red tie stood out from his thin shirt. He wore black slacks, and a bag was slung over his shoulder.
"Axel?" Sora asked, with the same curiosity. His voice sounded hoarse, and choked. Hopefully Axel wouldn't notice.
The red-head man smiled, his eyes looking pleased. "Hey, how'ya been, man? What are you doing here this late?" He took a seat opposite from Sora, his loud voice echoing in the small shop. He knew Axel from school- though he was one grade older. He was in Riku's college class for half-a-year, until Riku finished early. He had introduced Axel to him about a year ago when the three walked to school together.
Sora tried to smile. "Just getting a cup of famous coffee." He took the warm mug in his hands, taking a small sip.
"Oh. Well, where's Ventus?" He looked around the shop. "Is he with you?"
The sound of his name made Sora's stomach curl.
"No, he's at home." He tried to hide the sound of regret in his tone.
Axel hadn't missed it. "Hey...You okay?" His eyes shown a hint of concern.
There was a short silence. Axel titled his head for any answer, searching for any emotion in Sora's eyes.
All Sora managed to do was shake his head. He had no words for tonight. It might be impossible to explain everything.
Axel pressed on, "Did you have a fight with Ven?" He tried to guess.
Sora's eyes were blank, though he muffled a smile. "Well, not yet,"
The red-head squinted his eyes, confused.
The waitress came on cue, asking for Axel's order.
"Uh, hazelnut coffee, please," He looked at her.
Sora's stomach curled again, sending a massive wave of nausea throughout him. He cupped his mouth, pressing his lips firmly together. He felt as if he where to get sick.
The waitress nodded, towing herself back to the counter. Axel turned back to Sora as she walked away.
"Sora, man, you look pale. Are you all right?" Concern filled his voice.
Sora managed to nod his head, his eyes closing. Seconds ticked by.
Slowly, deliberately, the pain subsided. Sora took a deep breath before removing his hand from his mouth. His eyes slowly opened.
"Sorry. I just feel a little sick," He lamely explained.
"What's going on, Sora?" Axel's voice asked again, annoyed he had no true answer.
With a sigh of defeat, he trailed his eyes to his face. He began to explain everything to him. This included Roxas, and the dream. He edited most parts of the image. He told him about Ven, and Vanitas. He explained the pool, and the situation. Axel's eyes widened.
Somewhere along the way, the waitress brought him back the coffee. Sora was careful to not inhale the sweet scent of his coffee.
"...So, that's why I ended up here," Sora's voice ended. His eyes looked back at his hands, and they clenched in tight fist's.
Axel let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Wow, kid, you really did it this time,"
Sora rolled his eyes, sighing, "I just..Can't go back home tonight,"
"Where will you sleep, then? And to change back into clothes?" Axel nodded towards Sora's bare chest.
"Dunno. Maybe a hotel?" He suggested, stretching out his sore fingers.
"Naw, man, I can't let you stay there. You can stay with me!" He chided, both of his thumbs pointing to himself.
Sora looked up. "N-no, I couldn't. I don't want to be a bother,"
"Don't sweat it. Demxy is at a friends house tonight, so you can sleep soundlessly through the night," He rolled his eyes.
The cold ice broke through Sora's eyes, and the light cerulean color slowly subsided back.
"Thanks Axel,"
. . . . . . .
"Welcome to my bachelor pad!" Axel smiled widely, extending his long arms across the room.
The walls of the house where a bit cracked, and the carpet- that used to be white- was now an eggshell color. The black curtains were slightly torn, and the windows had a thick scum on them. There was a leather couch in the small living room, and there was a pair of blue boxers hanging over them. A small television stood on a table, dirty movies stacked on top. There was a small coffee table next to the couch, and dvd's, school books, papers, and empty glasses scattered on it. The kitchen table was covered in dishes, and empty glasses. A few beer cans were crumbled by the trashcan.
Sora raised his brow. "Bachelor pad?"
Axel huffed, "Alright, alright, it's a bit small, I know. But it's home," He said in a sing-song voice.
He walked forward, kicking a beer can to the side, and hastily grabbed the boxers. "Damn Demxy always leaving his shit around," He mumbled to himself.
Sora coughed to hide a laugh. He walked forward, taking a seat on the comfortable couch. Axel dug through the linen closet, and threw him a blanket, along with a pillow. Demxy's guitar fell out of the closet, smashing into the ground. "Oops..." Axel added comically, raising his eyebrows in Sora's direction before kicking the thing back into the cramped space.
"Thanks again, Ax," Sora sighed, shaking his head.
Axel smiled, throwing him a cheesy grin. "Just be awake in time for class tomorrow. Dem probably has an extra uniform somewhere around here. We'll stop by your place to get your bag, got it? Ven will probably be gone by then,"
Sora pulled the blanket over him. "Wait- Damn, that's right! He'll be at class tomorrow!" He had no time to tell him the truth! He'll have to think of something quick. Maybe tell him then? No, not in class. I need to tell him something to say. But what?...
"Relax, kid. We'll think of something tomorrow. Just get some shut-eye," He yawned, flipping off the lights in the living room. Sora's vision went black as he tried to adjust to the sudden lighting.
"Thanks again," Sora whispered, rolling to his side to get comfortable.
Axel smiled in the dark, shuffling to his room. "No problem, kid,"
. . . . . . .
"Wow, Ven's dad really hooked him up good," Axel gawked at the luxurious apartments, staring like an idiot. He spun in a circle as they were walking, smiling a cheesy grin.
Sora rolled his eyes, chuckling at Axel. "Quiet, you'll wake the neighbors," He joked.
Last night he didn't get much sleep -mostly due to Axel's snoring- though, he managed to fall in a dreamless sleep at sometime in the morning.
Demxy's uniform was slightly big on Sora. The blazer fit fine, but the pants were a little long.
It also smelled of cats.
Strange, I wonder if he has a cat.
Sora felt a bit nausea when he reached closer to his home. What if he ran into Ven? Or even worse, Roxas.
He had no speech prepared, what-so-ever, and he was so nervous to the point his knees shook. He had very much hoped he didn't run into him here. Not in front of Axel.
He knew he had to face them, each of them, and apologize- for very different reasons.
Sora sighed, trying to stop the shakiness in his knees.
Eventually, they reached the apartment. They both trudged up the stairs, Sora falling behind a bit, reaching to the top slowly. Sora's heart was pounding loudly in his chest.
Axel nudged his shoulder, to move forward. He slowly took a deep breath, jumbled the key in the lock, and quietly swung open the door.
The room was quiet.
The books where neatly stacked on the coffee table from last night, and the papers all in one stack. He didn't see Ven's bag slung over the couch- that was good, he probably left.
Sora stepped through the house, still as quiet, and grabbed his schoolbooks from the kitchen table.
His bag, where was his bag...? He scanned through the quiet house, squinting to remember.
Perhaps it was in their room.
Sora opened the door, rather loudly than he expected, to his room. The familiar smell of Ven's hair gel lingered in the space, making Sora's heart shudder in his chest. He couldn't break down now, not now. He had much more to face today.
The room was pitch dark, as usual, and the only light was coming from the window. Sora stumbled through the dark room, though his toe caught on something soft on the floor. He fell forward, and knocked loudly into the dresser.
Suddenly, there was movement in the room, and a low grumble.
Sora's body froze in terror. His heart thudded like helicopter wings in his chest, and his knees began to shake again.
Quietly as possible, Sora whispered, "Ven...?"
There was no response.
He searched for the light on the wall. As soon as his finger found it, he switched it on.
Sora's breathing had stopped.
His heart that ached for Ven, now began to burn with poison.
His stomach that felt hollow, now felt nauseated.
His eyes that would tear up at the thought of his face, flamed with sheer anger.
Located on the bed, under the thin sheets, Ventus was sleeping, nuzzled up in the bare, pale arms on Vanitas.
Dun, dun, duuuuuuuun!
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