Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Our Minds in a Nutshell ❯ He's a bad influence ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter four:

 

Once again than you my reviewers!

If someone wants to beta this I'd be glad.

 

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It was honestly unfair how the sun loved to shine the most when the students ambled out of the school in herds. The jackets worn in the morning were wrapped around the students' waists and stuffed in their backpacks. Roxas was no exception. Upon stepping outside he shrugged off the hoodie and hung it from his arm. Sora was beside him, apparently comfortable in the warmth of the sun and his jacket combined. His brother sure was weird, he noted fondly.

“Ready to go home?”

Sora nodded happily. “Maybe mom set up the TV!”

Roxas shook his head and ruffled his brother's hair. “You know mom's always out…”

Sora pouted. “Yeah I know…I wish she wouldn't.”

Roxas sighed. He had gotten used to the fact that their mother and father no longer communicated the way they used to. His father worked late. How else could they afford such a wonderful home on such short notice? And his mother…he wasn't even sure about her anymore. He thought his little brother had gotten accustomed to it too. He sighed. It was so much different when Squall was there to take care of them. The blonde could feel hot tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. He blinked furiously before Sora could notice.

“I wish they didn't either, Sora.” He took hold of his hand. “Let's go home.” Before Axel finds me…

They began to walk out of the gate, Roxas pushing past the other students.

“Hey! Hey! Roxas! Wait up!”

The blonde froze. “Run.” He whispered to Sora.

The brunette gave him a strange look before sprinting after his brother. “But it's just Axel!” He panted.

Roxas growled. “Exactly.”

They had made it down the bloke before the red head managed to catch up with them, feigning a hurt look. “Aw, Roxie I thought you liked me!” He pouted.

Roxas glared. “No, I don't. You irritate me. Now go away, we wanna go home.”

Axel grinned. “I'll walk you! Don't wanna get lost do we?”

Sora snickered. “You don't know where we live.”

Axel made a strange noise. “I'll figure it out.”

Roxas rolled his eyes before leading Sora by the hand down the street, ignoring Axel. The red head however didn't take the hint and continued to tail after the boys like a lost puppy. Sora found it amusing, and somewhat cute. Roxas found it annoying, infuriated and he had a strong urge to grab one of his notebooks and whack the older boy on the nose with it.

Axel paused for a second, two blocks down from the school. “Heeey…Roxas…d'you mind if I bring Demyx along? I promised I'd hang out with `im after school today…”

Roxas stared. “…Then why the hell are you following me?”

Axel grinned. “Duh! Because I need to know where you live! Just in case…just in case.”

In case of what Roxas didn't want to know. He just made and exasperated noise and continued to march off. Sora on the other hand was smiling radiantly.

“Yay! Demu-chan!” He cheered. “We'll wait for him”

Roxas cursed under his breath. At least it wasn't Riku. There was something about that boy…

“Axel! Axel you jerk!”

There was a resounding smack as they watched the punk dirty blonde approach them. “You were supposed to wait for me! Not run off with your little boy toy!”

Roxas sputtered indignantly while Sora snickered. “He's not Axel's boy toy.” The brunette defended.

Demyx's eyes brightened. “Sora!” And he lunged for the boy, embracing him like an old friend. “Of course he not…” The blonde laughed. “He wishes he was.”

Roxas continued to sputter and fume.

In the end the four boys meandered on towards the brothers' new home. Axel's eyes were moving rapidly around, as if trying to remember every detail, every twist and turn they took. No one seemed to notice.

As they neared the still perfectly kept lawn they could hear yelling, and crashes. Sora turned to Roxas with an alarmed expression. Even the blonde looked lost. They approached the door tentatively, the two uninvited guests hung back with apprehensive expressions. Roxas curiously pressed his ear to the door. Their parents shouldn't have been home. He winced slightly as he heard something else shatter.

“You're never home!”

“Neither are you!” Xemnas's loud, deep voice raged. “How do I know you're not off with some…some man whore!?”

There was another crash, it sounded like one of the porcelain dishes.

“Don't you trust me!?”

“Not anymore!”

“Fuck you Xemnas!” Roxas could hear choked sobs. “This marriage was supposed to be about trust!”

Xemnas laughed patronizingly. “Trust!? How the hell can I trust you when you don't EVER pick up your cell? Hmm!?”

“Get out! Get out of this house!”

“Fine! Good luck paying the mortgage!”

Roxas backed away from the door as it was pulled open. Their father paused in mid step, looking down at his two bewildered sons.

“I'll be back tonight.” Was all he said before taking off for the driveway and slamming the car door shut.

Sora's eyes brimmed with tears as he stared helplessly from his father long gone and his brother who's eyes were downcast.

“Let's just go somewhere else…”

Axel exchanged looks with Demyx. He stepped up to Roxas. “We'll take you guys somewhere…” He offered.

Roxas looked up at Axel, for once without the slightest hint of annoyance. “Thank you.” He took Sora's hand for the millionth time that day as they were lead down the side walk towards the center of town.

 

From above the second story of the house next door, Riku shook his head, tapping his cigarette as he leaned out his window. That's how divorces started…

 

Axel and Demyx had returned the brothers' back home much later that evening. In their attempts to cheer them up they had hit several ice cream parlors and Demyx's apartment. Roxas fiddled with the keys as Sora departed with their friends.

“Thanks guys.” He said sweetly, pecking both boys on the cheek.

Demyx flushed and Axel just smiled. “We'll see ya on Monday kid.”

Roxas opened the door. “Later.” And he pulled Sora inside.

They stared at the chaos that was their new home. Shattered porcelain littered the hardwood floor next to several of the living room walls. Unpacked boxes lay open, beside them shattered photo frames sat forgotten. Roxas sighed. The house was empty he noted after a while. He ambled over to the kitchen, noticing a considerable amount of glass on the floor. Sora followed after him.

“Mom and dad were fighting weren't they…?” He whispered.

Roxas nodded slightly. He picked his way through the glass, some of it crunching under his shoes. “She broke most of the dishes…”

Sora stared around. The kitchen was a calamity. “Why would they fight?”

Roxas shrugged, treading over to Sora and pulling him out of the kitchen. “Let's just find our boxes.” He suggested.

They spent the next few hours locating and unpacking their boxes and attempting to set up their computer. Sora occasionally broke out into small sobs.

“I wish Squall was here.” He lamented as he pulled out a non-shattered photo frame. It was the only picture of their older brother he had managed to salvage after their mother packed away literally everything that had to do with her late son. Roxas came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his little brother.

“I wish he was too.” He nuzzled Sora's neck tenderly, letting his breath tickle the hair on the back of Sora's neck. He could feel the other boy relax against him.

“Roxas…” It was slightly breathy, and it made Roxas wonder when the hell it got so hot in there.

“Sora? Roxas?”

It was their father. Quickly looking at each other they dived for the make shift beds in the center of their room. Xemnas traipsed up the stairs, his heavy footsteps making the third and second last step from the top squeak loudly. Coming up to their room he softly opened the door to find both boys `sleeping' peacefully in each others arms. The man smiled softly before walking back down stairs.

Sora opened an eye, staring at Roxas with a small grin.

“She's not home?” It was a voice from down stairs.

“No…thank god.”

The voice chuckled. “I'd love to come here more often…”

It was Xemnas's turn to chuckle. “Then you're lucky she leaves so much.”

There was silence. A very long silence.

“Roxas…who is that?”

Roxas shook his head. “I don't think she should know…”

“Should we tell mom?”

“No. Never.”

“Okay.”

He could feel Sora nestle into his chest deeper. The blonde willed his heart to slow down.

“Umm…I'm gonna go on the computer for a little okay, Sora?”

The brunette nodded, turning his back and snuggling into the pillow. This is getting dangerous. The blonde blushed slightly as he waited for the computer to boot up. Somewhere downstairs he could swear he heard a steady `thump' 'thump'.

 

It is unclear whether "non abuse" contacts always result in psychological harm or maladjustment. It may be that normal sexual curiosity between siblings and cousins that happens only once is not harmful. As to repeated sexual contact between the children, two models have typically been proposed. In the first model of contact, often called "nurturance-oriented," the children consensually seek sexual contact with each other over time, in part to provide nurturing and affection that is missing elsewhere in the family. It may begin with elements of loyalty, mutual satisfaction, and support, and may or may not turn coercive or lead to abuse outside the home as the child grows older. Some argue, however, that sibling sexual contact during preteen and teen years, even if consensual, interferes with the development of social skills and support systems beyond the family. This may prevent appropriate separation and differentiation from the family

 

Roxas couldn't fight down the blush. He looked over at the slumbering Sora. Was it wrong to desire his little brother? Was it wrong to want to seduce him? Sora turned around, sprawled out on his back.

“Hmmm….”

Roxas smiled fondly. He loved his little brother, he knew that…but in what way? He sighed. Perhaps it was his parents fault. His parents somewhat neglectful nature, and the absence of Squall…

 

The next morning they were once again awakened by the sun shining brightly. Roxas thanked the deities for moving in on a Thursday. Turning he reached out for Sora, opening his eyes in alarm when he wasn't there. Looking about he checked the bathroom, the second landing, even the first floor, finding no trace of the brunette. He did find his father snoozing on the couch however, his hair all mussed up and as he shifted he could see angry red marks on his back. Had his mother done that? Deciding not to contemplate such disturbing thoughts he meandered outside and paused.

Sora sat with Riku on the curb laughing, resting his head on the silver haired boy's shoulders. Once again a jealous sort of rage ran through Roxas's veins. He walked back inside. Sora wasn't his to control…he knew that. So he resigned for pulling out his cell phone and dialing an oh-so familiar number.

 

Outside Sora giggled and Riku tapped the cigarette, ashes falling on the asphalt. Riku grinned.

“And then he fell flat on his face!”

Sora gasped. “And you laughed?”

“Hell yeah! He laughed with me afterwards.”

Sora giggled. “You're funny Riku.”

The silver haired boy shook his head, ruffling Sora's hair. Why did people like doing that!? The brunette attempted to straighten out his gravity defying hair. He stuck out his tongue.

“You suck.” He pouted.

Riku smirked. There was a long pause before Sora glanced curiously at the older boy.

“Why do you smoke?”

Riku raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback. “Why?”

Sora nodded vigorously as Riku took a drag. “Because it's relaxing.” He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sora just tilted his head questioningly. “How so?”

Riku shrugged. “Dunno, it just does.”

Sora shook his head. “It's bad for you…”

“Yeah I know…we all die anyway.”

Sora stared down at the ground. “I know…” he paused for a second. “Lemme try!” He exclaimed suddenly.

Riku laughed. “Roxas would kill me.” It didn't take a genius to figure out how protective Roxas was of his little brother.

Sora just shrugged. “If I can cover up the smell he won't!”

Little deviant he was. Riku handed over the cigarette. Sora look it almost apprehensively, taking a drag before sputtering a coughing.

“Gah!”

Riku laughed. “You're not ready for it, kid.”

Sora growled. “I'm not a kid, and I so am.” He took another, trying to mask his cough.

Riku just shrugged, allowing Sora to experiment with what he wanted. Sora leaned against him. “I don't get it…”

“Then give it back.”

“No. It's mine now.”

Riku just laughed.

 

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Well I didn't manage to put Demyx in too much in this chapter, but in the next one I promise it'll be centered on him!

 

I dare you to guess who was with Xemnas that night -grin-

 

In the next chapter: I swear Demyx'll be the main focus, and Xaldin and Xigbar get to come in too.