A/N: This is totally A/U. SoraxRiku RoxasxAxel with a few side pairings.
Warnings: Abuse, Anal, AFFO, Angst, BDSM, Bi, BP, DP, Fingering, H/C, HJ, M/M, Minor2, Oral, RapeFic, Rim, SH, Solo, Tort, Toys, Violence, WD
Full Summary: Sora and Roxas are twins, but life has played out that both boys were raised on separate sides of the country, unknowing of each other. After the death of their mother, Sora finds his father, and the brother he never knew he had, and they start their life together. After a few years, the twins, close as ever, move to a new town with their father, and start over yet again, with new friends, and new enemies.
Chapter One: A Whole New World.
4 years ago.... “
Sora, sweetie.... Come help Mummy off the couch, baby. I'll get dinner started...” Renee cooed to her son as he entered the apartment, home from school. It was nearly 5, but Sora stayed after to tutor other students, a small part time job of sorts that the librarian had helped him acquire. It was money he used to help support them. Of course his mother didn't work. She worked the system to support them, but Sora would never tell her how dirty he felt accepting money from the government to live when they could survive if she would only stop drinking. “
It's okay Mom... You can rest. I know you've probably got a headache, so I'm just going to change clothes and I'll make dinner, okay?” It was the same conversation every day. He'd walk into the apartment, and she'd talk about making dinner, and then pass out shortly after Sora took the responsibility himself. He could tell that today she was a bit more drunk than she normally would be when he got home from school. Usually she woke around noon, and would finish whatever bottle of liquor she'd cuddled with all night, watch some shows on the small 20 inch television they had, and then sleep off whatever she'd drunk until he got home. Today though, as he set his backpack outside of the door to his bedroom, the only bedroom in the house, he noticed that she'd been into the closet. There were boxes strewn everywhere, and one in particular she had brought back to the couch with her to hold close to her chest, her other arm cradling a quarter full bottle of cheap whiskey. “
Hey Mom... Are you okay? Were you looking for something today?” He asked in a curious, yet cautious voice, kneeling down to pick up some of the boxes of old papers and such, tucking them back into the closet before he closed it. “
Or course baby, I'm fine. I found what I was looking for.” She replied, her once sweet voice distant and wavering. Looking at the shell of a woman, most people assumed she was Sora's grandmother. Her blond hair streaked with white, thin and stringy as it was. Her face was creased and sagging, gaunt and wrinkled. The whites of her eyes yellowed from her self poisoning. She was thin, her voice rough and rasped from the scorching smoke of the cigarettes she breathed like oxygen. Her lips were thin and hard, never smiling. Sora could remember, a little bit, of when she used to be pretty. Her blue eyes were hard and almost black now, but once, they had matched his own in a blue deeper than the ocean. “
What were you looking for, Mom?” He had asked her quietly, walking into the living room, which was her bedroom. She liked to sleep on the couch, because the tv was right there, and it wasn't too far to walk to the bathroom or the fridge. And when they'd moved into this small apartment, she had told him that growing boys needed privacy. So he'd taken the only bedroom. Idly, as he waited for her slow, delayed answer, he began to gather up bottles, and trash, being careful not to touch the tv guide, the bottles of pills, or the piles of newspapers she collected. “
I was looking for my son, baby. I found him though, he's right here.” She replied in a strangely cheerful voice. Sora looked a little confused, pausing in his cleaning, clenching the bottles in his hand. Every day he could see how much of her mind she had lost, and was continuing to lose. “
I was at school, Mom. You know that. Why were you looking for me? I'm here now, yes.” He said, dropping the glass carefully into the large garbage bin he kept just for the bottles. Her giggle startled him, a shiver grabbing hold of his spine though. Renee never laughed. Glancing over his shoulder at her, he watched his mother like the insane person she was, laughing to herself on the couch. His shoulders were tense, taunt under the too small shirt of his school uniform. White fabric strained, and feeling the limits of the cotton tested, he forced himself to relax, loosening his tie as he waited for what was to come. “
Not you, silly. My son, Roxas.” OoO0OoO
“Hey Sora....”
Glancing over quietly as he was pulled from his thoughts, the young brunette male extracted a hand from where it had been pillowing his head, using a single fingertip to nudge his black lensed sunglasses up. Cerulean blue eyes came into sight under the shadow of the frames that were protecting the delicate orbs from the harsh late summer sun.
“Yeah Roxas?” He asked his brother, who lay just a few feet away from him. The blond was dressed similarly to his brown haired twin. Both lay in their swim trunks, on their trampoline that they'd just finally finished setting up. Despite being twins, fraternal as they were, both seemed to be incredibly different. While Sora opted for a pair of baggy red and black trunks, mirroring his favorite colors, Roxas preferred white and blue. Structurally speaking, they looked close to identical, save for their hair colors and styles. Often, Roxas had to inform people that he was, in fact, naturally blond and that it wasn't a bleach in attempt to be different from his twin.
“Do you think this new school will be better?” Roxas finally asked, not opening his eyes from where he reclined. Blinking for a moment, Sora seemed to absorb the question, and let the sunglasses on his face drop back down, turning his face back up to the clear blue sky. He tucked his hand back under his scalp and sighed a bit.
“Yeah... I think it will be. It's gotta be. There hasta be some place in this world that's right for us.” He said, grinning a bit as his naturally optimistic personality shone through. That was one of the most staggering differences between the two boys. While Sora was almost always keeping his head up, and his smile bright, eyes glinting in eager hope.... Roxas was quicker to lower his gaze, and frown in doubt, questioning what was.
Just as he did now. Opening his unshielded eyes, only to narrow them, squinting against the mid-afternoon glare, the corners of his lips pulled down a bit as he digested his brothers answer and optimism. Finally, he began to smile and nodded a bit. “Yeah. You're right. It's not like things can get worse, yeah?” He said, finally feeling a bit more confidence bubble up in him. As long as they were together, Roxas knew he could take on anything.
Separated at birth, Sora and Roxas were oblivious to each others existence until they turned 13. A nasty divorce between their parents when they were only 2 had torn them from each other. Sora staying in their home town with their mother, Roxas going across the country with their father. Both of their parents, embittered by the divorce, had sealed up all talk of the past, and never once uttered a word to their sons about the other. Sora received a birthday card once a year from his father, while their mother instead chose to pretend that Roxas never existed.
It was “the accident” that she blamed for the deterioration, and eventual destruction of her marriage, and the cause of all her unhappiness. Sora always knew that something had happened in his mothers past that had jaded her, ruined her to loving anyone, especially herself. Sora had easily become her whole life. And still, she ignored the fact that her son, both of her sons, suffered the aching pain of half of themselves being gone. Never complete.
It was when Sora was 13 that he really saw the extent of his mothers illness. Coming home from school to their small apartment every day, he would clean. At the end of the week, he had to haul bags of alcohol bottles from their tiny home to the recycling bin on the curb. And each month, each year, it got worse. The older he got, the further she felt he was drifting, the more she clung to the oblivion that her self medication gave to her.
The two brothers fell silent again, thinking of the past that had led them back to each other.
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Mom... I'm your son, Sora. You don't have a son named Roxas.” Sora replied tentatively, keeping his distance from her. It was only thanks to the fact that he'd always been pretty fast that he was able to dodge the empty vodka bottle which was thrown at him. In one short sentence, his mother had transformed into a cold, hard creature, lips drawn back over yellowed teeth in a soundless snarl. “
Don't you dare try to take my son from me you bastard! Roxas is MINE! I carried him for 9 months you heartless coward!” She yelled at him. Though she was looking right at him, Sora couldn't help but shiver in fear, feeling like she was looking at a memory rather than him. “
Mom calm down please I'm so-” “
SHUT UP AURON! JUST SHUT UP! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” Sora stiffened, hearing his fathers name from his mothers lips for the first time in years. She always avoided it like it was a curse. “
Momma calm down. It's Sora. Sora.” He tried to get her to come back to herself, to pull her away from whatever hallucination she was having. He took a few shuffling steps closer to her, barely an arms length from her. It wasn't until he heard the clatter of glass on the floor, and the warm, wet trail of liquid heat rolling down the side of his face that he realized she'd actually hit him with a bottle. And the delayed burning sting of alcohol told him it had been the whiskey bottle. For a few moments, he stood, head snapped to the side as he stared at the floating white spots that had exploded in front of his eyes. Luckily none of the glass had gotten into his eyes, but it did take a few moments for his brain to catch up and register what had happened. “
O-oh Hyne.... Sora... Baby I'm sorry... You look so much like... Like he did... I'm sorry sweety are you okay? Let Mummy look-” “
I'm fine.” Sora replied firmly, shaking the splintered glass from his clothes as he finally took in a deep breath, before sniffing quietly. The smell of blood and whiskey was strong, but he ignored it. “Don't move, Mom, you'll get cut on the glass.” He added, already kneeling down to pick up the chunks and bits he could find. They didn't have a vacuum, so he took his time and made sure he got it all up. All the while Renee babbled quietly, the mad ramblings that never made sense to Sora. Only when he was sure all of the glass was up, did he get up as well and head into the bathroom, stripping off his school uniform and looking at himself in the mirror with a tight sigh. The cut wasn't that bad. Not very deep at least. Using a pair of tweezers, Sora dug out a few small shards that had remained in his skin, wincing a bit, and hissing in pain once or twice. But he managed, somehow, and once he was sure there was no more, he cleaned the wound, and took a quick shower to get the blood from his hair and the alcohol smell off of his skin. Honestly, this wasn't the first time. He felt lucky, that again, the glass had cut him in a place that was easily hidden. This time on the side of his face, where his shaggy brown hair would settle and cover any remaining scar. A few band-aids went over the still seeping cuts, and after disappearing into his room to change, the teen had already forgiven his mother for what she'd done. Emerging from his small, plain room, Sora was about to go into the kitchen to continue his cleaning and find something to make for dinner. It was always a gamble if he'd be eating, honestly. His mother only left the house to buy cigarettes and alcohol, and rarely remembered food. Often he had to steal the food-stamps card and take the bus to the store, when they got too low on food. He always made sure to scrounge something up for his weak mother, but if push came to shove, he'd go hungry in her place. He always justified to himself that she'd do the same for him if she was more aware. He convinced himself of her goodness, because she was his mother. That was probably one of the reasons why he was so thin and lanky. His regular clothes were all hand-me-downs from pitying neighbors, churches, or finds from the Goodwill and such. They all hung off of his body awkwardly, making him look a bit cartoonish. He stopped halfway to the tiny kitchenette, when something stark white caught his attention from his peripheral. Flat against the dingy gray over her nightgown, his sleeping mother was clutching a photo to her chest. He didn't think they actually owned any photo's, honestly. The walls of their home were barren, and he'd never once seen a picture album. Luckily, he knew his mother slept like the dead when she was drunk, so the young brunette wasn't afraid of waking her as he walked over and carefully pulled the picture from her hand. On the floor beside her, the box she'd extracted from the closet was opened, half toppled on the floor, and full of pictures as well. “
Huh...?” Sora mumbled to himself in confusion. How had he never seen this before? Flipping the item in his hand over, he was suddenly faced with a dazzling, beautiful family of four. A radiant blond woman curled up on a picnic blanket in a park, staggeringly blue eyes staring right at him. For a moment, he was so struck by her beauty that he could only see her. After he regained himself, Sora's eyes drifted beside her to a devastatingly handsome man he'd never seen before, but felt oddly familiar. He had a wide grin, narrow eyes that glinted with a certain level of mischief and secrecy... It took him a few moments, but after studying the two adults, he realized that it was his mom and dad. And in this picture, he was there too. In his fathers arms. He recognized his own blue eyes, even as an infant, staring at himself, and short brown hair spiked and sticking up in all directions. But what he hadn't expected to see, was the other baby. The one in his mothers arms. Blond hair, just as unruly as his own, and those same crystalline eyes. A mirror of his own. “
Roxas...” He muttered quietly..... A/N: I apologize for a slow start, but the first few chapters here are going to be a bit of back story. A lot of this story lies in the past, shaping our young hero's into who they are. The first few chapters will be memory heavy, but we'll get up and rolling soon~! Please review, and let me know what you think. I'll be pumping out a few chapters tonight, actually, so stay tuned. <3 ~Toby.
