Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Our Minds in a Nutshell ❯ Incest is Psychological ( Chapter 1 )

I'm going to attempt writing a somewhat psychological fanfic.

I was inspired by finding the only psychology book in the house. But believe it or not it had some pretty interesting disorders.

The Kingdom Hearts cast will be my victims!

 

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“He's lost a lot of blood…”

There were loud choking sobs that sounded over the slow steady beeping of the machine. There was an overwhelming smell of hospital anesthetics, and muffled anguished cries from somewhere down the hall.

Sora sat beside his older brother, gripping his hand tightly, his eyes shut and tears spilling down his face.

“Can't you give him the transfusion!?” Raged his father.

The doctor stared calmly down at the taller, furious man. “I assume you're his blood type then?”

Xemnas growled.

The machine cut the argument short, it's beeping becoming erratic.

“He's going into cardiac arrest!”

Sora's mother wailed.

There was a rush to Leon's side, family members were pushed aside. Sora could no longer see what it was they were doing to his brother. A nurse quickly rushed them out of the room, closing the curtain. Sora's mother continued to sob and wail. Xemnas was furious, pacing. All Sora could do was cling to his twin Roxas.

“Will he be okay…?” He asked meekly.

“I'm sure he will…Squall's strong…” Roxas whispered, softly caressing Sora's gravity defying hair.

“Okay…” He sniffed, willing to believe his brother, Squall would be alright. He promised he'd give him a new iPod for his birthday…Sora buried his head in Roxas's chest, sniffling.

The sliding glass door of Leon's room alerted the family, fear mingled with hope in their eyes, refusing to believe the worst.

“I'm sorry…”

There was a long silence; even Sora's mother stopped her sobbing, only to stare in wide-eyed horror at the doctor.

“You may say your good-byes…”

Sora was the first to break down.

 

“We're almost there Sora! Isn't this great?” His mother smiled kindly at him from the passenger's seat. “Destiny Islands…that name sounds so romantic doesn't it honey?” She nuzzled her husbands arm.

Xemnas smiled. “Yes, yes it does.”

Sora only numbly looked out the window at the passing landscape.

They were moving away. Away from everything. More like running, Roxas had pointed out bitterly. Sora didn't mind it. There was nothing left for him in Hollow Bastion.

Roxas was bitterly staring at his lap, playing with his cell phone, clicking keys every now and then.

“Mom why did we have to move?”

“Because sweetie, our old house was just too small!”

That was her excuse for this move. Everything in the old house had reminded her of her late first son. Sora could remember helping his mother pack away every thing that belonged to Squall, storing it away in a box, never to be bothered again.

In a way Sora was glad to be moving away from that dead city. The brunette had some less-than-pleasant memories that needed repression. He signed and laid his head on the window, closing his eyes. The rapidly moving landscapes were giving him a migraine.

 

“C'mon Sora…”

Sora backed away slowly. “N-no...”

“You like me don't you?”

Sora bit his lip, his back pressing against the headboard of the bed. He knew he was trapped.

“Y-yes, but—“

“Then we should do it!”

“Do what!?”

The boy smirked. “Don't be so naïve Sora…”

Sora trembled, shutting his eyes as his so called friend moved forward, pressing his chapped lips against his own, coming to rest between his legs, parting them further.

“You'll like this Sora.”

The brunette could only whimper. The boy pressed himself full against Sora, his hands wandering up his t-shirt. Sora could only weakly push against him.

“No!”

The boy, Seifer growled and nipped his ear roughly. Sora cried out, only to be silence by an equally rough kiss.

“Shut up.” He hissed, his hand found Sora's left nipple. He toyed with it, staring down at Sora as he writhed and whimpered.

“Please, no…”

“You like it, I know you do.”

He other hand came to rest on Sora's most private area.

“NO!”

There was a resounding smack and Sora fell silent at once, tears stinging his eyes. He closed them, letting the tears run as he felt his zipper being pulled down.

“Oh god…”

Seifer was still smirking, he could tell. He could hear another zipper, and clothes rustling. He forced his eyes to stay shut. All he could do what whimper loudly as finger made their way down his crack, into his hole. It burned. Oh god, it burned.

“Please, no…no…”

“You're such a whore.”

He felt something much bigger than the fingers press against his entrance. His eyes went wide and he sent the boy a frightened stare.

His scream was silenced by the pillow being shoved in his face, making it hard for him to breathe.

“Sora? Sora mom says it's time to go home!”

Sora's eyes went wide. “ROXAS!”

 

“Sora, Sora wake up damn it!”

The brunette lifted his head, the window slightly misted over by his breath. “Hmm?”

“We're here.”

The house was indeed grand, Sora noted. They had pulled up in the drive way, that itself was aligned with colorful shrubbery. To the right stood a large tree that branched over half of the driveway and into the neighbors yard. They were separated from the people next door by a ten foot wooden fence also adorned by plant life. The vines intricately ran themselves in asymmetrical patterns all around the fence. The lawn was fertile, verdant and apparently mowed. There was a small pavement path that lead to the front door.

The house itself was so plain on the outside that it seemed lovely. Simple white pain on smooth outer walls. Blue-ish gray tiles made up the roof. There was a chimney as well! There were no shutters on the windows, but the bottom set had a few pink roses below them. Two stories, and the door was a beautiful mahogany, with a brass knocker, despite the fact that it had a door bell.

Once the reality of it all had set in Sora stepped out of the car onto the plush grass. He smiled slightly.

“I like it.”

His mother smiled. “I knew you would.”

Xemnas had already set to the task of unloading the boxes they had strapped to their car, unloading them onto the driveway. Roxas still sat in the car, finger rapidly pressing the number pad. Sora stared sadly at his twin. They were fraternal twins, Roxas was two minutes older. He ambled over to his side.

“Roxas?”

The blonde looked up at his little brother and hugged him.

“Maybe you can invite Hayner over on your birthday?” He offered meekly.

Hollow Bastion was the next city over, inland, they knew that.

Roxas smiled. “Thanks Sora.” He kissed him on the cheek, stepping out of the car.

The moving van had arrived minutes late.

“Run along boys,” Their mother called. “We'll call you when we need you!”

Sora questioned his mothers constant cheerfulness.

 

“Riku!”

No answer.

“GOD DAMN IT! FUCK, RIKU! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!”

Riku growled, flipping silver hair out of his face, putting out the cigarette on his window sill.

“WHAT!?”

That's all it was in this house. Screaming at each other from room to room.

“THE NEW NEIGHBORS!”

He growled. Why should it be his duty to greet those mother fuckers? He didn't want anything to do with them anyway.

“RIKU!”

“COMING! Fuck…”

Riku meandered out the door bitterly, looking over at the house next to them, and gave a somewhat dejected sigh. He marched dutifully over, taking in the job of the reconstruction. Last he looked over there were beer cans littering the lawn. His aqua eyes scanned the vicinity, attempting to identify who were these new neighbors, and, per request of his mother, invite them to dinner.

Instead of finding adults he found two boys sprawled out on the grass. Sauntering over he towered over them. One of them peered up at him questioningly with one very bright blue eye. Riku wasn't even sure if that color was possible in a human.

“You the new people?” He asked, somewhat rudely.

“Yep.”

The boy had a slightly immature voice. Like he was still hitting puberty. Riku found it somewhat adorable.

“Names Riku. I live next door.”

The boy sat up. He had hair that stuck up in every direction, chocolate brown, and a childish face.

“Sora! And that's my brother Roxas.”

`Roxas' gave no answer, instead he just waved at the sky.

Riku nodded without interest towards Roxas.

“Sora, eh? Well, your family's invited to my house, for dinner.” He rushed. It was somewhat embarrassing to do that. His cheeks were tinted pink.

“Already?” The boy smiled. “Thank you.”

Riku just nodded, resisting the urge to raise and eyebrow at the polite tone. He half expect Sora to bow. He turned to walk.

“See you.”

He marched back towards him own home, suddenly envying the other lawn.

“They're invited.” He informed his mother, walking past her and straight up his room.

Such neglectful people they all there, he bitterly noted before digging under his mattress and pulling out another cigarette.

 

“So! Where do I sleep?”

Sora's mother looked down at him from unpacking the dishes.

“Where do you want to sleep?”

Sora pondered his options. “With Roxas, if he wants to.” He smiled.

Back in their old home Roxas had always shared a room with Sora. Squall was the one with his own space. They figured, twins should stick together. It was comforting. And the small brunette had never slept alone in his entire life, and he wasn't ready for a change.

Roxas looked up from the door way upon his name being mentioned. “What?”

Sora wrapped his arms around his older brother. “Should we share a room?”

Roxas smiled. “Sure.”

They ran up the winding stairs, coming onto the second landing. There were three open doors. Two of which still lead to empty rooms.

“The one on the right!”

Roxas smiled. Sora would always be the one to pick things around him. There was no way he could say no. The blonde boy mentally sighed. Sora was the only thing he had left in this word. He had noted this after Squall's parting, he had noted it since Sora's mental health became a matter of his concern. Not that his parents knew.

They sat in the middle of the empty room staring at the white walls and the white carpet.

“I feel like I'm in a mental house.” The brunette stated, his voice hinted amusement, his face hinted fear.

Roxas snuggled behind him. “We'll change the color of the walls.” He promised.

Sora smiled. “I love you Roxas…”

 

Incest-

-Situational Incest- When brothers and sister share the same bedroom during preadolescence or adolencence. They may tend to engage in sexual exploration and experimentation. In some cases older sibling seduce their younger sibling without any apparent understanding of the social prohibition or possible consequences.

 

“Roxie, whatcha readin'?”

Roxas looked up at his brother. “Psychology homework.”

Sora gave him a strange look. “But…we don't go to school here yet…”

Roxas leaned over and kissed Sora's cheek. “yes, but I do like getting ahead.”

“Oh.” He nuzzled the blondes neck.

Roxas let a small smile grace his lips as he re-read the passage over and over again, only pausing to look down at his slightly younger brother. His face relaxed, dark lashes caressing his cheeks as he fell asleep.

Down stairs he could hear the one thing Sora always failed to notice. His mother's cries, the front door closing. Sora was truly the only thing he had left in this life to protect. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and lay him down on the blankets they had laid on the floor as makeshift beds.

`They may tend to engage in sexual exploration and experimentation'

Roxas couldn't help but wonder why that didn't bother him.

 

 

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I hope I didn't give too much away.

Heh.

Next chapter Roxas and Sora enter school and Roxas has a stalker.