Catch Us If You Can
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,673
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Kingdom Hearts and I do not make any profit from this story.
1
“You guys understand what I want you to do, right?” The twins looked at each other, thinking for a second then nodded, responding at the same time.
“Yep!”
“Repeat it back to me then.”
One of the twins gave a small sigh, but did as they were asked.
“Go next door and ask Mrs. Wilkins if she wants to buy some chocolates from our school!”
“And then bring back the munny, and give it you.”
“Good. And after that?”
“Uh…we…”
“We go out and ask other people around here, dummy.”
“Daddy, Roxas called me dummy!”
“I did not!”
“You did so! Don’t lie!”
“I don’t lie!”
“Daddy tell him to stop!”
Ah, the joys of parenthood. Their father groaned and rubbed his face. “Enough, both of you, just go do that bit, alright? I’m going out for a while, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you two to get back in after you’re done, but make sure you lock it once you’re home.”
“’K!”
“Love you guys.”
“Love you too, daddy!”
He smiled as he started for the door. It was moments like this that made his decision to take the twins in and raise them as his own all worth it. “Oh and one more thing. Roxas.”
One of the twins looked up at the name. “Yeah?”
“Please don’t pester Ven.”
“But daddy, I don’t pester—“
“Yes you do!”
“No I don’t!
And then there were times like this exact moment he wished he never laid eyes on them. Ok. That wasn’t actually true. He loved them as if they were his own blood, but when they started arguing, he wouldn’t mind having a pair of earplugs. Or leave, like he was now.
At the sound of the door shutting, the twins stopped arguing, as though that had been their father’s silent way of telling them to stop again. Besides, they had a job to do, and he was always telling them, to make sure everything went well, they had to work together.
They gathered what they needed, a small round tin labeled haphazardly in very messy red crayon. It was supposed to be the word ‘fundraiser’, except it was spelled out, ‘funrazer’.
After putting on their jackets and sneakers, the two little boys left the apartment, holding each other’s hands as they made their way down the stairs and out the door.
“Mrs. Wilkins lives over there.” Roxas pointed to the house, “you got to talk last time. I’m doing it now.”
“Okay…” Ven agreed, albeit reluctantly. “I’m knocking, though!”
“Okay.”
When they got to their neighbor’s house, Ven marched up the steps and stopped at the door, feeling anxious all of a sudden. He looked over his shoulder at Roxas. “I can’t do it…”
“Yes you can. If I can, you can. We’re the same, remember?”
“Then why do I feel all fluttery down here?” The other boy mumbled, moving his hand down to his stomach. Roxas blinked and joined his twin, clutching the tin in one hand as he placed the other on Ven’s stomach.
“I think you’re just scared. But that’s ok! Daddy said he gets scared too.”
“Oh…do you get scared, Rox?”
“Um…well, yeah, sometimes.”
“Are you scared now?”
“Not really.”
“…can you knock for me?”
Roxas giggled, “silly Ven, ‘course I will!” He gave the money tin to Ven and knocked. After a couple of minutes a little old woman answered.
“Hi,” he smiled, “my brother and I are selling chocolates for our school. Would you like to buy some?”
The little woman blinked and looked from one boy to the other. Roxas was still smiling and Ven was trying to smile, but it was forced. He was either was nervous or had gas. The first one was probably more likely.
“What kind of chocolate, dear?” She asked in her high, squeaky voice.
“Oh…um…” They hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“Caramel.” Ven answered after an awkward silence. He was starting to feel a little more confident.
“Caramel?”
“Uh-huh. You know, the chocolate bar with the caramel inside.”
“Oh, caramilk. How lovely. Of course I’ll buy some.” She smiled, “one from each of you. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds great Mrs. Wilkins,” Roxas grinned. The woman chuckled and told them to wait right there while she went to get her money.
“How much did daddy say they were?” Ven whispered.
“2 munny each.”
“I don’t think she’ll be happy to find out her chocolate’s not coming.”
Roxas shrugged, then shushed Ven as he spotted the woman coming back. She looked at the can Ven was holding then turned to Roxas, seeing as he was pretty much the spokesperson for their little fundraiser.
“How much, dear?”
“2 munny each.”
She nodded, putting in 4 munny. “And when will I get them?”
“In two weeks.”
“Thank you, boys.”
“You’re welcome Mrs. Wilkins.” They chorused, smiling as she waved and shut the door. Ven jingled the money around inside the tin and grinned at Roxas.
“Daddy’s gonna be happy.”
“Uh-huh. Very. Let’s go over there, now. I don’t think daddy’s back yet, but I bet he’ll be even happier when we show him what we got!”
For the next hour the twins worked diligently, collecting munny from all of their neighbors with the promise that their order would be delivered in two weeks.
“I’m pooped!” Ven yawned, leaning against his brother as walked slowly back to the apartment. Roxas yawned as well, blinking a few times to keep his eyes open. “I wonder if daddy’s home yet.”
“Dunno…” Roxas mumbled, wiping at his eyes which were getting a little blurry with sleep.
“He’s gonna be really, really happy.”
“Yeah.”
“Look, Roxy, we’re home.” Ven pointed, they were indeed getting closer. “Just a few more steps…”
“That’s too many,” Roxas yawned again. “We’ll never make it.”
“Still, we gotta try.”
“I know.”
“Yep!”
“Repeat it back to me then.”
One of the twins gave a small sigh, but did as they were asked.
“Go next door and ask Mrs. Wilkins if she wants to buy some chocolates from our school!”
“And then bring back the munny, and give it you.”
“Good. And after that?”
“Uh…we…”
“We go out and ask other people around here, dummy.”
“Daddy, Roxas called me dummy!”
“I did not!”
“You did so! Don’t lie!”
“I don’t lie!”
“Daddy tell him to stop!”
Ah, the joys of parenthood. Their father groaned and rubbed his face. “Enough, both of you, just go do that bit, alright? I’m going out for a while, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you two to get back in after you’re done, but make sure you lock it once you’re home.”
“’K!”
“Love you guys.”
“Love you too, daddy!”
He smiled as he started for the door. It was moments like this that made his decision to take the twins in and raise them as his own all worth it. “Oh and one more thing. Roxas.”
One of the twins looked up at the name. “Yeah?”
“Please don’t pester Ven.”
“But daddy, I don’t pester—“
“Yes you do!”
“No I don’t!
And then there were times like this exact moment he wished he never laid eyes on them. Ok. That wasn’t actually true. He loved them as if they were his own blood, but when they started arguing, he wouldn’t mind having a pair of earplugs. Or leave, like he was now.
At the sound of the door shutting, the twins stopped arguing, as though that had been their father’s silent way of telling them to stop again. Besides, they had a job to do, and he was always telling them, to make sure everything went well, they had to work together.
They gathered what they needed, a small round tin labeled haphazardly in very messy red crayon. It was supposed to be the word ‘fundraiser’, except it was spelled out, ‘funrazer’.
After putting on their jackets and sneakers, the two little boys left the apartment, holding each other’s hands as they made their way down the stairs and out the door.
“Mrs. Wilkins lives over there.” Roxas pointed to the house, “you got to talk last time. I’m doing it now.”
“Okay…” Ven agreed, albeit reluctantly. “I’m knocking, though!”
“Okay.”
When they got to their neighbor’s house, Ven marched up the steps and stopped at the door, feeling anxious all of a sudden. He looked over his shoulder at Roxas. “I can’t do it…”
“Yes you can. If I can, you can. We’re the same, remember?”
“Then why do I feel all fluttery down here?” The other boy mumbled, moving his hand down to his stomach. Roxas blinked and joined his twin, clutching the tin in one hand as he placed the other on Ven’s stomach.
“I think you’re just scared. But that’s ok! Daddy said he gets scared too.”
“Oh…do you get scared, Rox?”
“Um…well, yeah, sometimes.”
“Are you scared now?”
“Not really.”
“…can you knock for me?”
Roxas giggled, “silly Ven, ‘course I will!” He gave the money tin to Ven and knocked. After a couple of minutes a little old woman answered.
“Hi,” he smiled, “my brother and I are selling chocolates for our school. Would you like to buy some?”
The little woman blinked and looked from one boy to the other. Roxas was still smiling and Ven was trying to smile, but it was forced. He was either was nervous or had gas. The first one was probably more likely.
“What kind of chocolate, dear?” She asked in her high, squeaky voice.
“Oh…um…” They hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“Caramel.” Ven answered after an awkward silence. He was starting to feel a little more confident.
“Caramel?”
“Uh-huh. You know, the chocolate bar with the caramel inside.”
“Oh, caramilk. How lovely. Of course I’ll buy some.” She smiled, “one from each of you. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds great Mrs. Wilkins,” Roxas grinned. The woman chuckled and told them to wait right there while she went to get her money.
“How much did daddy say they were?” Ven whispered.
“2 munny each.”
“I don’t think she’ll be happy to find out her chocolate’s not coming.”
Roxas shrugged, then shushed Ven as he spotted the woman coming back. She looked at the can Ven was holding then turned to Roxas, seeing as he was pretty much the spokesperson for their little fundraiser.
“How much, dear?”
“2 munny each.”
She nodded, putting in 4 munny. “And when will I get them?”
“In two weeks.”
“Thank you, boys.”
“You’re welcome Mrs. Wilkins.” They chorused, smiling as she waved and shut the door. Ven jingled the money around inside the tin and grinned at Roxas.
“Daddy’s gonna be happy.”
“Uh-huh. Very. Let’s go over there, now. I don’t think daddy’s back yet, but I bet he’ll be even happier when we show him what we got!”
For the next hour the twins worked diligently, collecting munny from all of their neighbors with the promise that their order would be delivered in two weeks.
“I’m pooped!” Ven yawned, leaning against his brother as walked slowly back to the apartment. Roxas yawned as well, blinking a few times to keep his eyes open. “I wonder if daddy’s home yet.”
“Dunno…” Roxas mumbled, wiping at his eyes which were getting a little blurry with sleep.
“He’s gonna be really, really happy.”
“Yeah.”
“Look, Roxy, we’re home.” Ven pointed, they were indeed getting closer. “Just a few more steps…”
“That’s too many,” Roxas yawned again. “We’ll never make it.”
“Still, we gotta try.”
“I know.”