Flashback

Author’s Note: I am so pleased with how much more I managed to write for this chapter, and how well it came out as well. My descriptions of things need to be worked on a bit more, but other than that, I think I’m finally getting back into my writing groove! XD I think the relief of passing my courses for last semester helped out a bit too, because it made me really happy. I managed to get my marks all up in the 70’s! Isn’t that great?

But anyways…

Warnings: Implied rape, but other than that this chapter is rather tame as well.
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The drive to Sephiroth’s house was quiet and this only made Roxas even more nervous of the man than he had already been. He figured any other person would have at least attempted to start a conversation with the kid they just adopted, but not Sephiroth. He kept his unnatural green eyes focused on the road, driving at a steady pace. It bothered Roxas. He didn’t like the silence, but he sat through it anyways. It was the most uncomfortable situation ever and he found himself wishing he was anywhere, home, at the orphanage, anywhere but in that car with Sephiroth.

Spehiroth pulled into his driveway fifteen minutes later, parking the car a few feet away from the most gorgeous house Roxas had ever seen. It was made of red bricks and painted white around the door and windows, and porch as well. There were three floors and each floor opened up onto a balcony. There were a few shrubs and purple flowers growing in the front yard, and a tree towered over the house, its branches reaching toward the grey roof. The yard was well kept, just as green as the plants and trees. If he hadn’t been so uncomfortable around Sephiroth, Roxas would have had no problem staying here. He slipped out of the car, slowly looking around and taking in more of his surroundings. The houses next door were big as well, but not quite as majestic as Sephiroth’s. The soft twittering of birds filled Roxas’ ears and calmed him down. He even managed a small smile.

Maybe he was wrong thinking Sephiroth wasn’t a nice person, it must have just been his looks after all. Roxas shut his eyes and took a deep breath, the sweet smell of the flowers and crisp clean air flooding his senses. Everything was so pretty and clean out here.

A hand came down on his shoulder and Roxas jumped, biting back a scream. He whirled around, eyes wide as he stared into the green of Sephiroth’s.

“Calm down, boy. You’re rather jumpy, aren’t you?”

“I-I’m sorry…” Roxas mumbled, feeling uncomfortable again. Sephiroth was too calm for his liking. And the way he spoke…it was quiet, and calculating.

Roxas turned back to the car and dragged out his duffel bags. Sephiroth offered to take one, and deciding maybe all he had to do was get to know him, Roxas allowed him. When they reached the front door, Sephiroth pulled out a key and unlocked the door before stepping aside.

“After you,” He spoke in that calm tone.

“T-thanks…” Roxas took a deep breath, feeling anxious as he stepped inside. He was just as amazed with the interior as he was with the exterior of the house. The mansion foyer had polished wooden floors, beige walls. Hanging from a high ceiling, was a small chandelier, holding five candles, but it was merely for decoration. Sephiroth never lit them. In the middle of the hall was a small fountain of about three feet tall. It was made of white marble and had a sculpture of a dolphin riding the waves beneath its tail. Water spouted out from its mouth and poured into the deep bowl part of the fountain below it.

“Woah…”

Roxas took a few steps forward and walked over to the fountain, gently tracing the outlines of the dolphin’s wave, and listened to the gentle trickle of the water. Everything was so intricate and well carved.

“Exquisite, isn’t it?”

Roxas turned around and nodded. “Yeah it is. You must make a lot of money.”

A slight smile, “I do.”

The smile made Roxas shiver, but he forced a smile back.

“Come; let me show you we’re you’ll be sleeping.” Sephiroth walked around the fountain and headed toward a tall, white staircase leading up to the second floor.

Roxas hesitated for a moment before following the silver haired man up the stairs and left down the hall. His room was the third door on the left.

Sephiroth opened the door to reveal a big, but comfortable looking room with white walls and thick blue carpet that sunk down slightly when Roxas stepped on it. A king sized bed rested in the middle of the room, and on the bed was a puffy blue comforter with two equally puffy pillows at the head of the bed, the pillow cases matched the comforter. On the other side of the room was a fireplace, its screen door trimmed in gold. Nothing was on the mantel, but that would change once Roxas unpacked.

“I was told you like the color blue.” Sephiroth said, breaking Roxas out of his reverie.

“Uh…huh? Oh, uh yeah…thanks…”

Roxas’s sneakers sunk down in the carpet as he walked over to a window looking out into the backyard. The view was spectacular, healthy green grass with big shady trees. A red-breasted robin chirped as it flew from a top branch down to the ground to search for worms. It was definitely prettier than what he had to look at back at the orphanage. A light breeze blew in moving the curtains and playing with Roxas’ hair. He moved a little closer and peered down, eyes growing bigger.

“You have a pool…?”

Sephiroth chuckled. “Why of course. Every house around here has one.”

“Cool…” Roxas stared down at the clear blue water and the red cobblestone perimeter surrounding the outside of the pool. He could just see the thin outline of a pool chair, but it was too far off to the side to examine fully.

Cloud and Sora would love it here.

Sephiroth watched the boy and smirked a little. It seemed his nervousness was almost gone. He’d soon have Roxas under his control.

“You may unpack and wash up then join me down in the dining room for supper.” Sephiroth told Roxas and set the duffel bag he carried in down on the floor before leaving.

Roxas turned around and sighed. “Maybe this won’t be so bad…” He muttered, walking over to duffel bag and putting both on the bed. He unzipped the first duffel bag, pulled out his clothes, and turned around, looking for a dresser. He spotted it against the wall opposite to the window and brought his clothes over to it. His shirts went in the first drawer, pants in the second, and pajamas and boxers in the third.

After he finished unpacking, making sure to place a worn, shadow heartless plushy against the pillow, he walked out of the room and stood in the hallway uncertainly.

Where was the bathroom?

Roxas saw a door at the end of the hall and automatically assumed it the bathroom. He got the chills as he walked down the hall toward the door at the end. All of the other doors were shut and for some reason it made Roxas feel uneasy.

“It’s almost like he’s…hiding something he doesn’t want anyone to see…” Roxas said quietly, not liking the silence, preferring his own voice over it. He finally reached the door at the end of the hall and reached out to open it.

It was a bathroom, but just like the rest of the house, it was big and fancy. Everything was gold and white; the sink, the toilet, the shower, and even the taps on the whirlpool.

“Oh my God, he has a whirlpool too? Geez…”

Roxas’ nervousness was forgotten for the moment as he explored the bathroom, testing the taps on the sink and was amazed at the steady flow of water. He was used to a facet that spurt the water at you once it hit full pressure. This was definitely a change, and a good one at that.

Roxas looked up at a gold trimmed mirror above the sink and smiled. He was instantly reminded of Sora, picturing the spiky brown hair, and cheesy grin his brother always gave people. He stared at the mirror for a moment longer before letting out a sigh and turned on the taps, cupping his hand under the facet and holding the clear, warm water in his palms before lifting his hands to his face, splashing it.

The warm water was refreshing and it felt good to wash his face free of the dirty tracks left by his tears.

When he was done, Roxas looked around for a towel and saw one hanging from a gold towel rack nailed into the wall next to the toilet. He grabbed the towel and rubbed at his face, feeling a lot better now that his face and hands were clean. He put the towel back and headed for the door, hand reaching out to grab the door knob but he stopped.

Should he really go down and join Sephiroth?

Something deep down was against that notion, and that something was gnawing quite hard. Even though Roxas thought the place was comfortable and nice, that little gut feeling still told him to not let his guard down, that there was something about that man that just couldn’t be trusted.

Roxas took a deep breath and swallowed, deciding he had to face Sephiroth again sometime before the night was out, so he made his way out and down the steep staircase. He didn’t have to wander far to find the dining room for he simply followed the delicious smells coming from it. The dining room was absolutely stunning; a big room with the same polished wood floor as the main hall, the walls were long strips of polished wood and the ceiling was white with a small, electric chandelier hanging over a long, wooden table, a white table cloth draped over it. Many different dishes of food was arranged along the table’s length, but two plates were at both ends of the table. Sephiroth was already seated at one end and he looked up when Roxas walked in.

“I hope you’re hungry.” Sephiroth commented as Roxas slowly walked over and sort of hovered by the other end of the table before finally pulling out the chair and sitting down.

“This looks…great, thanks…” Roxas mumbled, picking up a roll and slicing his knife through the little plate of butter.

“Mm.” Sephiroth delicately lifted his fork to his mouth and slipped it inside, chewing some vegetables slowly. Once he swallowed, he lifted a napkin to his lips and dabbed at them.

Roxas kept his eyes lowered, feeling awkward, but as he bit into the roll, he didn’t have to worry about making up an excuse for not making any eye contact or conversation. The roll was so soft and warm. It was the best he ever tasted.

They continued to eat in silence, each enjoying it for their own reasons. Sephiroth didn’t really have much to say and he certainly didn’t really care all that much about the boy’s social life or school. Roxas didn’t want to talk because the food kept his mouth occupied.

Sephiroth watched Roxas eat and his abnormal green eyes watched Roxas’ every movement. The way his arm dipped down to gather more food on his fork, the way his tongue traced his lips after he was done chewing, the way his sapphire eyes lit up with each new flavor that hit his taste buds. The boy was being a tease and he was completely unaware of it. Sephiroth could hardly wait until Roxas was more trusting, and then when that night would come, oh God, he was sure that the sex would be the best he’d ever had.

Soon, Roxas, soon.
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Second chapter in two days, I’d say I’m doing pretty good. So anyways, tell me what you guys think of this story so far and if I wrote everything okay. I’m open to suggestions anyone might have for this story, ‘cause we all know what kind of a guy Sephiroth is.

Oh and any spelling or grammatical errors, please let me know. I’m still trying to improve stuff. Thanks. ^^