Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Tell me you love me ❯ Trouble & Heartache ( Chapter 1 )

Flightworks: So along with the naruto fiction that I'm currently writing I've also been persuaded to do another story revolving around an alternate universe for the Kingdom Hearts series. Interestingly enough I'm actually very excited to do it especially since when the idea was brought up to me I was reluctant to even consider it. But then after a cup of ice chips and a few sparked ideas I was suddenly plotting out events for the story. The beta for this story is my best friend's younger sister and she has kindly agreed to help make this story - though I'm doing most of the typing. Anyways please read and enjoy, if you enjoy it enough review please and give me some feedback.

 

Disclaimer: We own nothing -____-; Not even our own lives belong to us so the Kingdom Hearts series is way out of our league

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tell me you Love me

Written by Flightworks

Additional help provided by Kuroi Yuki

ACT ONE: Trouble & Heartache

 

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Where had she gone wrong? Thinking back on the sixteen years that had led up to this day she couldn't even determine what could have caused these reactions. Had she not loved them equally? She'd been especially careful to provide them both with the same amount of attention, never giving to one and not the other. But maybe it wasn't as simple as counting the minutes or hours or a gift between them and it was something she could do nothing about. But one thing was for sure, the frustration and pent up anxiety were hitting her harder and harder lately until she barely wanted to get up in the morning. A pair of deep, ocean blue eyes looked over the top of the signed notice at the young man seated across from her, the focal point of her troubles as well as her one of her sons.

 

“So what happened?” She asked in a neutral tone, reigning in the exasperation she felt at the youth who sat placidly across from her. At least he was feeling some semblance of shame, his eyes wouldn't meet hers and his face was turned at an angle. But maybe that was also due to the fact that he wanted to hide the swelling bruise on the left side of his face from his mother.

 

“…” She was given absolute silence and it only served to infuriate her more at his disrespect. She felt for his teachers, every one of them had called her one time or another to address her son's behavioral issues that had only worsened as he got older.

 

She had assured herself that it was simply a faze they would go through at some point and had almost managed to dismiss his downward spiral with the excuse that he would pick up and resume his studies and would be more like his brother. But it hadn't played out that way. Maybe it was her neglect that his behavior had gotten this bad, maybe he was acting out for attention. She couldn't say for sure. The only way she would get anywhere was to ask him directly and right now that didn't seem possible if he continued as he was.

 

The boy's eyes were narrowed at the floor but every so often would shift to her, revealing a pair of equally blue eyes through his spiked blonde hair.

 

A sigh escaped the woman, now in her late twenties, as she opened her mouth to repeat the question. “Roxas, you heard me.” Her voice was sterner, stronger. “What happened?” Her stricter tone had no effect whatsoever, the teenager just watched her blankly, tightlipped and uncooperative.

 

“Roxas!”

 

“A fight!” he yelled back, twisting his face to her and showing the darkened skin just below his left eye. The ugly mark had swollen to the point where his left eye had a temporary squint to it and the bruise all but swallowed his face. She didn't know what to feel first, the shock and concern over her child's welfare or the anger and shame that her son had gotten into another fist fight and had to be suspended from school again. It would be the third time this year.

 

“Why were you fighting? What logical explanation can you give me that you needed to -” she returned her eyes to the scribbled notes on the document from his principal. “Beat one of his peers over the head with a gym hockey stick.” She echoed what had been written, mentally cursing the principal's chicken-scratch writing. In typical mother fashion she slapped her hand down on her thigh in an exaggerated motion of astonishment and disbelief.

 

Roxas did not answer right away choosing instead to look dubiously at his hands which were bunched in his lap fisting the fabric. “They started it.” It wasn't a whole lie. The three students who had attacked him in the gym room had finally caught wind of Roxas badmouthing them. They had probably just intended to rough him up a little but he'd continued to taunt them so he wasn't at all surprised when they started after him.

“And you're alright with this?” She said, scowling at his indifference toward his actions. At this rate he wouldn't even graduate High school and seeing as his grades weren't all that good at the moment he wouldn't be eligible for a scholarship or even be able to weasel his way into a good university. She was working two jobs as it was, thinking of taking up a third to put her boys through college made her break out in hives. That is if she didn't collapse from mental and emotional exhaustion first.

 

She closed her eyes feeling a dull throb beginning at her temples and praying to every deity she knew for the patience she didn't have at the moment. As she collected herself Roxas slid off the chair and proceeded to walk out of the kitchen.

 

“And where are you going? To your room right now and stay there until I call you.” There was no keeping the snarl of unhappiness from her voice and Roxas' silence only made her angrier as he trotted up the carpeted steps toward his room as the front door swung open.

 

“I'm ho -” The teen's voice trailed off as he saw his sibling's beige pants disappear beyond the second levels banister before looking furtively toward the doorframe leading to the kitchen where he could see his mother.

 

“Welcome home, Sora.” She said almost robotically, the emotion drained from her voice as she slid her chair under the table as he moved about the kitchen to prepare dinner.

 

Sora cast a dismal look in the direction of the upstairs, the rumor about his brother being suspended from school today had reached him by fifth period and it had greatly unsettled him. It turned out to be the truth and he was feeling worse. Noiselessly he placed his backpack beside the sofa and walked into the sunlight kitchen as his mom rinsed the steak she had left in the sink to defrost. As usual the room was spotless and shined, smelled of pine-sol and febreeze. His mother had always been very particular on how she cleaned her home, especially when it came to the high traffic areas.

 

“So, how was your day?” He asked, feeling as if this question was routine enough to begin with rather then jump into what was going on with his brother.

 

The woman shook her head and embraced the same silence that she had been shown and Sora knew enough about his mother that in times like these he should give her some time to compose herself. And likely decide a punishment for his sibling.

 

Without having to be told he left the kitchen and plodded up the steps until he reached the second floor of their home, staring worriedly at the pale white door to his brother's room. He couldn't understand what had changed either and he had been around Roxas the most. Who could be closer then his twin - albeit fraternal not identical. They had shared everything, birthday's, bicycles, ice cream, bedrooms, on the off occasion underwear, so why now of all times was he absolutely clueless as to why his brother never talked to him?

 

Mid-terms were swift approaching and at the pace that Roxas had chosen he wouldn't be passing them. Sora felt nausea's at the idea of graduating without his brother standing in the same awkward, flowing silver gowns at graduation and knew his mother wouldn't be pleased either. Sora paused in front of the door, looking dejectedly at the chipped paint and the gold-painted knob that was so scuffed he could see the brass beneath the yellow shine.

 

“You can come in you know.”

 

Roxas' voice resounded from within. It wasn't the fabled sixth sense that surrounded twins, he simply hadn't heard Sora go into his room and since the bathroom was on the other end and the door hadn't been opened because it creaked like nobodies business, it served to reason that his brown-haired twin was waiting for an invitation.

 

Sora cautiously entered the room, though as he thrust his head in, he planted a broad smile across his face as he started inside. Roxas looked thoroughly turned off by his antics so Sora quickly sobered up as he moved to sit beside him.

 

“So what's up? What's going on with you lately?” He couldn't count how many times he'd asked his brother this very same question.

 

“It's nothing to do with you. I've already got Mom hassling me so lay off.” He muttered.

 

“Hey I'm just trying to look out for you here.” Sora replied, raising his hands and exposing his palms as the other boy stared at his bedroom floor. “I'm worried about you, Mom is too. If you don't want her to hassle you stop getting into fights.” He urged, feeling in his gut he was fighting a losing battle himself. No matter what he said Roxas probably wouldn't be fazed and wouldn't take his advice. In the past he would always listen to him - not to say that Sora bossed him around. But Sora had always seemed to be so bright that following him could only lead to good things.

 

“There you go, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.” The blonde grumbled lowly, exasperation all too clear as he sent his brother a sidelong glare of disdain. “You're like an old lady! Just mind your own business!” His voice climbed in volume until it seemed to be the only sound in the room.

 

Sora was at a loss for words, stricken by how insensitive his brother had become. He didn't know what hurt him more, watching his brother spiraling out of control, or knowing that there was little he could do to stop it.

 

Sadly, slowly, Sora got to his feet and fixed the teen with a look that said even more hurtful things then what had just been spoken. “You know Roxas; I remember when there was a time that you and I could tell each other everything. And no matter how bad it was, we helped each other. Always.” The last word came out a whisper, a plea. Roxas did not seem at all moved by it as he turned his head away, eyes downcast.

 

“Yeah, but I'm not so little anymore.” His voice also was a whisper, as if now he was regretting his unintentionally harsh words. But no apology followed. Sora took a deep breath and as he exhaled his entire being seemed to shrink dejectedly. “And that's what worries me.” And as if that was the closing statement on their intense argument he turned on his heel and left the room. The soft click as the door met the frame again seemed painfully loud.

 

Sora slumped against the door, eyes misting with the threat of tears. Only when he had regained his composure did he make the short walk to his own room and plop face-first on his own bed. But naturally, he couldn't breathe in that position so it wasn't long before he was forced to turn his head to the side for air. The bedspread was one of his favorites from when he was small, decorated with tiny spotted dogs digging up bones, chasing cats, or playing in the mud with their paw prints creating trails between the images. It was strangely nostalgic and just what the right amount of comfort, as well as a bitter-sweet twinge as memories came flooding back.

 

Days spent huddled with Roxas at his side as they hid from the thunder rattling the sky, afternoon's wasted under trees in the backyard and using the very same blanket for their picnics. They were heartwarming memories that he sometimes wished he could relive. But with the newly developed attitude his brother had adopted, he could only dream of them.

 

“Roxas…” he mumbled gently, closing his eyes and somewhere in between his thoughts drifted off. What woke the brown-haired was a gentle, but persistent, knocking on his window. He noticed it distantly and almost had the mind to ignore it completely.

 

“I know you can hear me.”

 

Crap.

 

Groggily he opened one eye and found a smiling face peering into his room and rolled his eyes at the absurdity. Grumpily he planted his face back into the mattress, mumbling, “Yeah, but what does it matter? I know you can pick the lock.” As if to emphasize his point the window creaked as it was opened.

 

“You know me too well.” The low but happy words came from a teen that was only a year older than the friend whose room he was invading. Pale silver hair fell over turquoise eyes that were met with the uncharacteristic scene, effectively dampening the smile that stretched over his face. For a moment there was silence, nothing but their breathing and the sound of the balmy spring air rushing through the still open window.

 

“Are you just going to stand there?” Sora's voice came in another muffled rush and that assured Riku, his childhood friend of more years than he dared to count. “Not sure, are you going to cry now? I can get you some Kleenex.”

 

Sora propped himself up on his elbows and shot the boy an incredulous glare that was brushed off by its receiver. “I'm not crying.” The younger of the two announced though his voice was anything but convincing at the time, which only allowed his friend's grin to broaden. “Sure, sure, whatever you say tough guy.” Riku said, crossing the room and dumping himself beside his disheartened friend.

 

“So what's got you down now? Is the disciplinary committee hounding you about your brother again?”

 

At his words the image of four upperclassmen emerged in Sora's mind. Seifer and his cronies, had been elected (by themselves) as the school's own disciplinary committee and were constantly hounding Sora on Roxas's bad behavior. “You're half right.” He said disconsolately, edging up on the mattress until he could claim a seated position, legs swinging over the side.

 

“I don't know what to do Riku. Every time I try to give him advice he throws it in my face.” With this exasperation overrode the dark feeling he'd been suffering from, real anger surfacing at last. He was tired of everyone coming to him to discuss their own discrepancies with Roxas, he was aggravated at his brother's lack of consideration toward everyone who cared or tried to help.

 

“Want me to talk to him?”

 

Riku's words gave Sora the nudge he needed to break out of his heated stupor, but even then he wasn't in the least bit relieved to hear the offer from his best friend. “You can try I suppose, but I doubt he'll listen to you either.” He muttered as his friend stood up and headed for the door.

 

“Since when were you the pessimist?” he called over his shoulder before ducking out of the room, footsteps resonating in the corridor and a gentle knock sounding next door. Several moments passed without sound and Sora filled it with thoughts directed toward how he could get Roxas to see reason until Riku returned.

 

“Sora? Did your mom tell your brother to stay in his room?” at this Sora felt his heart sink into his stomach. “Yes.”

 

“He's not there.” Riku couldn't be anymore aloof about the disappearance as Sora bolted to his feet and was stumbling out of the room, nearly running over the silver-haired teenager who scrambled out of the way. `He did not just leave the house.' Even as Sora thought this he knew it to be true, tying Roxas down was like trying to fly a kite in a category five hurricane - it was going to get away from you sooner or later.

 

The door was still partially opened from when Riku had popped inside and Sora widened the entryway to find the room deserted and Roxas's bag missing.

 

“Mrs. Inase! Roxas has escaped again so Sora and I are going to go look for him.” Riku shouted this over the banister; a flurry of words (likely profanity) was uttered from downstairs as Sora was tugged downstairs and toward the front door. Shoving his shoes onto his feet he allowed the taller teen to lead him out of his home and into the night.

 

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Flightworks: Yatta!!

 

Kuroi Yuki: Banzai!!

 

Flightworks: Shut it you!

 

Kuroi Yuki: Doushite? D:

 

Flightworks: Because I'm the writer and I did most of the work so you don't get to celebrate >D

Anyway, I hoped you all enjoyed the first chapter and would love if you'd leave a comment or rate us so we can press on with this lovely story. Either way see you next time ^^ Dattebayo!!!

 

A/N: Roxas and Sora's surname is Inase for my story

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