My head hurt today, couldn't think clearly when writing this.
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Pain. This was all Sora had felt for the past few days.
Surely, you would think he would be used to it. Almost like jumping into a pool of arctic water. It would be bitter cold at first, though your body begins to adjust to the temperature. This may have been similar to the ache Sora's heart grieved. He surely began to think more on the bright side as time went by- like getting used to the cold pool water.
Though, this pain Sora felt was nothing like before. He had been miserable before, grieving every second of the day. That was like a feather in the wind.
Once he saw Ven's content, small smile set on his lips, Sora's world began to crack. It punctured his heart to the very center, every memory of Ven being blown away in the wind. His lungs began to feel tremendously heavy, and he found it hard to take a breath. He couldn't feel his hand clenched onto the handle of their door, or his legs shaking beneath him. He could hear the heartbeat deep in his ears, making his head ache in the strangest way.
The last thing Sora remembered seeing was the picture frame hanging on the wall, located by the dresser. It had been Ven and Sora- Ven clutching close to Sora- both on the volleyball court on the beach.
Everything had gone black.
. . . . . . .
"Sora, come on, man, walk," A recognizable voice echoed in the distance. His mind was so far away from him, he couldn't comprehend what was happening at this moment. "One foot in front of the other, come on," The voice continued.
Sora's vision slowly began to reside back to him. It was very hazy, almost translucent. It was a handful of scattered colors in the center, and then slowly resided into a moving picture. He blinked a few times, his head nodding off, and tried to listen to the distant voice. His vision finally began to come back to him.
He was staring at the sidewalk under him. He was somehow standing upright, and his legs felt like lead underneath him. His arm was slung over someone's shoulder, and a supporting was clutched tightly on his side. His mind began to break through the thick haze.
He gathered all the strength in his body to turn his head to the side. "Axel…?" His voice sounded strained.
"Sora, come on, just walk away," Axel's voice rung clearly in his ears.
Sora gazed back behind him. The apartment complex was long behind him- they were actually a few minutes away from the college. Axel had surprisingly heaved all of Sora's weight slung over his shoulder quite a distance.
Sora's finally caught a hold of his own mind, and comprehended the situation before him. "Axel, please…Set me down,"
The redhead had dragged Sora a few more feet to a nearby, faded blue bench. A giant oak tree's branches hung over the small bench, providing it cool shade. Sora leaned his head back against the bench, cupping his hands over his eyes.
"What happened…?" Sora sighed, rubbing his eyes.
Axel took a deep breath before starting. "Well, I came in to check to see if you where done, and next thing I know, your bent over the floor. It looked like someone had just punched you strait in the gut, man. You where covering your face from something, and you where, like, breathing all heavy from your mouth. So I rushed in, and saw-" Axel hesitated, quickly editing his words," Uh, well, them." Sora's heart quivered with a wave of sharp pain.
"Then," Axel continued quickly, "I dragged you to your feet out the door as fast as I could, and I had to carry you out of there. Your eyes where open and everything, you just looked like you saw a ghost, or something. I don't even think they knew what hit em',"
Sora snapped his head to turn to him. "You mean they didn't wake up?"
Axel shook his head. "I can't be for sure. I didn't hear or see anyone,"
The two sat in silence for a few moments.
Sora's heart was thumping loudly in his chest, like the beat of a drum. He rubbed his eyes once more, asking himself to wake up from his awful nightmare. Was this reality? What did he do to deserve this? It was the dream. He had thought of sex with someone else other then Ven- maybe this was a punishment from karma. Had Ven ran off to the pool to find Sora, and saw the two kissing? Did he only go t Vanitas to get him back? Maybe someone else had seen, and told Ven. Then he went to Vanitas. Or, did Roxas say anything? Oh, god, Roxas. He still had to explain the situation to him. How, though? "So, I had a hot, steamy dream us two having sex! So, I ran off without thinking, and kissed you! I was upset, though Ven was cheating on me anyways! So I guess that's okay!" Yeah, that clears everything up, Sora.
Axel then shook Sora's shoulder. "Sora, we should leave. School starts soon," They met each other's eyes for a moment before Sora looked down. Axel offered him his bag, holding it out for him. The brunette slowly took it, slinging it over his shoulder.
He had quickly got to his feet, and swiftly walked towards the school without thinking what was next.
. . . . . . .
School had absently droned on. The seconds seemed like minutes on the annoying clock on the wall. The teachers words slurred as she mumbled on something Sora had already knew. This had been a day of review for the upcoming test, shortly.
Axel had walked him into his classroom before rushing to his. He promised to meet Sora at the end of class, just to be sure.
Sora had stared at his black notebook on his desk. He suddenly felt relieved that he sat in the highest elevated seat in the back of the class. He could clearly see all the students leveled down in front on him, if he wanted too. This is how he always aced the tests- he would simply glance at the person's paper in front of him, if he didn't know an answer, which was rare.
He tried to avoid the person a few rows down. The perfect, A+ student who always had a notebook and pen in front of him, just in case..
The flawless, blonde spikes that stood out from any other student..
The boy he had dreamed about only a few nights ago..
Roxas.
He, himself, even looked bored. His chin was in his palm, and he was writing something down in his notebook. Sora tried with all his strength to avoid looking at him- though his eyes disobeyed, and flashed towards the back of his head.
A door located behind Sora, had suddenly swung open. A class full of students turned around, and stared at the two figures who had strolled through the open door.
The teacher cleared his throat, annoyed they had interrupted his lesson, "Well, it's about time you two showed up. Care to explain why you are late?" She put her thin hands on her thin waist.
"Sorry, 'mam, we both missed the bus this morning," A small voice mumbled. Sora's eyes quickly flashed behind him at the familiar voice.
Ven had his hands in front of him that tightly gripped the handle of his bag. Vanitas was behind him, with his pale arms behind his head, and they both strolled to the teacher. "Well, this is just a warning. Next time it's a detention!" The teacher threatened. The class was silent, as they both strolled to their seats in the front. Ven hadn't even looked at Sora.
Sora's eyes trailed back to his notebook. His heart beat un-evenly, and his stomach twisted in his body. What was going to happen next?
"Roxas Brown, pay attention to the board!" The teacher suddenly demanded. Sora quickly looked up to see a pair of concerned, azure eyes on him. Once again, cerulean and azure had met. Their eyes only met for a second before Roxas whipped his head back in front of the room, apologizing to the teacher.
He had been looking at him? Why? Sora's eyes stared at the back of Roxas's head, his brows pulling together. No, he couldn't face Roxas yet. No, no, no! Everything was happening to quickly, and Sora's mind began to scramble. He didn't want to talk to anyone, or explain anything. At least not today..Not today.
Sora glanced at the clock, groaning to himself. There was a full 30 minutes before class would end. He slumped back in his seat, staring at the ceiling tiles. He quickly diverged a plan in his head. Surely, Roxas wanted to talk to Sora, as well as Ven. He had to explain why he wasn't home at night, and Ven probably would ask. Would they both come up to him at once?
Sora made a plan to swiftly escape. The only exit was behind him, and the only way down was the stairs. He couldn't jump over the railing, it would make a scene. All he had to do, the second before the bell rang, to gather his things and shove past everyone to the door. He wouldn't respond to any names, or talk to anyone. Just leave the class. Then, he could easily hide in the sea of students in the hall, so no one can find him. Next, text Axel and instead, meet him in the field. They could go back to his place.
It was the only plan he had.
Silently, Sora pulled out his phone from his pocket, glancing once to make sure the teacher wasn't looking. He silently sent the text for Axel to meet him on the football field instead. Shorty, his phone buzzed in his hands, confirming Axel's agreement.
For the rest of the time period, Sora managed to stare blankly at his notebook. He refused to think of what Roxas or Ven might say. He tried focusing on the plan instead. After what seemed like decades, the bell rang loudly on the wall. Students were beginning to pack there things, while Sora was already half-way down the steps. His books where shoved under his arms as he quickly walked down the stairs.
"Wait, Sora!" A voice from behind him shouted. He remained to ignore it, quickly walking out the door. "Wait, slow-down!" The same voice pestered.
Sora was already merged into the sea of students in the hallway, trying to shove his way to the exit. He was almost there to the doors, just a few more steps.
"Sora!" The velvet voice from behind him shouted. Suddenly, someone pulled Sora back, shoving him to the only manageable space by the fountain. His back hit the wall with a thud.
"Roxas, I can't talk right now, alright?" Sora hissed under his breath. Roxas's hand clamped his shoulder, pinning him in his spot. Roxas's eyes were filled with the same annoyance. "I'm sure you can spare a few moments,"
Sora tried to push out of Roxas's grip, shoving at his hand. "No, I can't, so let me go!"
The blonde resided back, crossing his arms across his chest. "First thing, you left your bag in the class. Second-"
The brunette cut him off, stalking back to the classroom where his bag was. He'll just quickly grab it, and then leave. He can ignore Roxas.
"God damnit, Sora, please stop walking away!" Roxas peeved from behind him. The hall was clearing quickly as students hurried to get home. Sora easily stalked back towards the classroom, Roxas at his heels.
"Just let me talk for one minute," Roxas's sighed form behind him. He tried to control his annoyance. The blonde had, once again, reached for his shoulder. He spun Sora around to face him. Roxas was breathing to catch his breath. "Please?" He asked desperately.
Sora bit his lip, shaking his head slightly. "Roxas," His name burned in his throat, "Please just let me go,"
He didn't get a chance for Roxas to answer before swinging the classroom door open. The teacher was chatting away on her cell-phone by her desk, hovering over the desk to pack her things. She didn't notice the two boys walking in. Sora quickly hopped up the stairs, taking two at a time, retrieving his bag hung over his chair.
Roxas stood by the bottom steps, his eyes staring at something in the distance. His mouth hung open in utter shock. His eyes were wide open, like someone had just surprised him. Sora's brows pulled together, tracing his eyes to what Roxas was staring off into the distance.
"Sora, no!" Roxas shouted in caution.
On the far corner desks, two familiar boys were still in the empty classroom. One boy with pale blonde spikes was propped on a desk, his legs tightened around a taller boy's waist. The other boy's pale arms pulled him closer, his lips trailing along his neck. The smaller boy giggled, murmuring, "Vanitas, s-stop it!" Giggles bubbled in his throat. His eyes were filled with excitement to the brim as the boy nipped at his neck. Ven's eye's trailed over to the spot Sora had been standing, making him stop cold. His eyes turned into shock as he scrambled to sit in an up-write position. "S-sora?"
That same blackness from before veiled over Sora's eyes.
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