Sephiroth's Guide to Love and Deception

Brief AN:
Yeah, it kinda helps to remember to post the chapter BEFORE part three. XD Sorry for any confusion!!

Sephiroth’s Guide to Love and Deception
Chapter Two: Did You Miss Me?

“Hooome,” Rikku practically drooled as their mini van drove slowly along the street they used to live on.

Cloud was looking out the window as well, a look of nostalgia on his face spotting an old hangout for himself and his group of friends.

But Sora...

“No, you can not stay with Tidus,” his mother cried exasperated.

“Why not?” Sora complained in a shrill whine (though he hadn’t tried to). “He’s going to the same school next year mom ”

“Because for one, it’s far too short notice,” his mother frowned.

“Tidus won’t care ”

“Yes, but Jecht might ” his mother snapped. “Not to mention he’s already keeping your other friend Wakka on a full time basis.”

Sora sighed, slumping in his seat as he glared out the window. Okay, so that was true. While Tidus’ father actually might not care either, it would be rather short notice to stick him on the guy. Though why Wakka came into the conversation was beyond him. Certainly, Mr. DeWinter had adopted Wakka after his parents were lost in a tragic accident...but why would that matter?”

“And mom already tried to pawn you off on them because you whined so much yesterday just like you are now, but Mr. DW said they won’t be home until Sunday because he went to Spira to play with his Blitzball team and Tidus and Wakka, who we know masturbate–”

“RIKKU ”

“Excuse me, enjoys the subject greatly, went with him. So you’d be sleeping on the pouch,” his sister finished with an overly tone, smiling in the same manner at him as she tilted her head. “So you’re stuck buddy ”

Sora glared and her mother just shook her head.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes Sora,” DiZ added as he looked over each house on the right, the side he knew the London’s lived on. “So even if you can’t get along with Riku, could you at least attempt to be civil while you’re here for our sake?”

“I’m always civil,” Sora replied darkly.
“Pushover ” Rikku coughed.

“That is enough ” her mother warned and Rikku sank in her seat. Sora glared at her again but sighed in an almost depressed manner. She was actually right. Sora was known for being a slight pushover. Maybe that was why that argument ended with him running out of the cafeteria instead of maybe yelling, screaming, or even punching Riku in the face...

We’re Heeere ” his mother squealed soft delight, clapping her hands together like a child that had just arrived at Disney World. Everyone just stared at her and Rikku groaned. “Mooom please don’t embarrass us We’re just getting back and I want my reputation to stay intact.”

“What reputation?” both Cloud and Sora asked in unison. Rikku narrowed her eyes as she smirked in a suspicious way at both her brothers.

“You need not ever know,” she replied in a creepy, sing song voice. They both glanced at each other and as nonchalant as possible, scooted away from her, their hands on the car door handle...just in case.

“ANNETTE ” they heard a voice scream and everyone looked up to see Mrs. London running for the car while the rest of her family watched, Riku in horror, Mr. London in mild amusement while Sephiroth placed his hand in front of his face and turned it to the side in an effort to hide himself...and his shame.

“LUCINDA ” Sora’s mother screamed as she practically tore the door off to get out and running around the car, both woman squealing as they embraced each other for a moment then holding hands, jumped up and down as they rambled shrill, incoherent things to one another.

“I’m not getting out of the car,” Cloud grumbled ducking down in his seat while Rikku climbed over him and stuck her head out of the window, screaming “Way to not embarrass us there ”

DiZ chuckled as he shook his head and got out of the car, strolling up the walkway with Mr. London meeting him half way, the two shaking and hands instantly engaging in a conversation.

This didn’t surprise anyone. After all, DiZ told them once that Mr. London and his father both used to work under him before dad got his promotion and Mr. London became a SOLIDER, later to become a general and retire. To thank Mr. Madison for all he’d done, while in SOLIDER, Mr. London had taken the alias name “Ansem” to which DiZ found flattering, to say the least.

The brunette had seen both London children standing closer to the house as they pulled up and refused to even remotely look in their direction now. His mother was being unreasonably cruel to him. Given, she didn’t know exactly how ‘close’ his so called friendship with Riku had been, but he at least thought she would respect his wishes enough to let him stay with someone else if he wanted to–he’d tried Kairi before Tidus but that was a flat N-O, as he excepted.

Sora couldn’t help but have the fleeting thought that this was all some kind of conspiracy against him...
He sunk down in his seat. He could literally feel that jerk staring at him and it made him irritated.

“Daaamn, did they get fine or did they fine?” Rikku whistled lowly, not remotely trying to hide the fact that she was practically drooling. And Sora glared up at her. She was doing that on purpose, trying to get him to look.

In return she looked down at Sora with a smirk. “You sure you wanna be a baby about this?”

“Shut UP Ri ” he snapped.

“Cause if you do,” she smirked. “I’ll be more than happy to invite Ku into my room and–”

“Get out of the car,” Cloud replied matter of factly as he grabbed her around the waist and tickling her, made her squeal with laughter. “Okay, okay I’ll get out ” she laughed, climbing over him quickly as he still tried to tickle her and leaning out of the window again, she pulled her self out but before flipping over to land on her feet, balanced herself on the sill of the car window and making a full slow spin, with a simple ‘humph’, she managed to flip herself on the roof instead.

In a dramatic pose, she stood there, her head down so fair that her bangs obscured it from view, her hands at her sides. Then, suddenly pumping her fist once in the air and leaning her head back she screamed “Hell-ooooooooooooo Destiny Island ” at the top of her lungs before leaping off and running over to Mr. And Mrs. London to give them hugs.

Both brothers watched her and rolling their eyes, sat back and ducked back down in their seats again.

“She’s such a moron” Cloud grumbled then looked over at Sora. “Ready to get out? And so help him if you pull anything stupid like that, I’ll smack you.”

Sora shook his head. “Trust me, I won’t.” Then he added bitterly “Don’t have a reason to.”

Cloud nodded. “Look, I know you’re not happy about this. You’ve got every right to want to rip his face out–he deserves it. But we’ll only be here a week Zo and we both know you can do this. You’re better than he is–you’ve proven that already, despite whatever the hell he may have said.”

Sora looked at his hands, not as reassured about that as Cloud. “But just so you know–if that ass even so much as breaths at you wrong, you just let me know and I’ll pummel him straight into his own front yard, got it?”

Sora glanced over at Cloud and gave a grateful smile as he nodded which made Cloud nod once in recognition. Sora knew Cloud was still sore about the entire ordeal himself. After all, he was the one that had stayed up with Sora the weeks, a month, after the entire incident on nights he couldn’t sleep, all the while trying to deal with his own issues, like their father dying. But Cloud had put that all aside for him–he always did. And Sora was more than grateful for having a brother like him.

“Don’t you want to see Sephiroth?” Sora asked softly and Cloud adverted his eyes. “Haven’t called him since I left. He’s probably pissed.”

Sora nodded in understanding. It wasn’t like Cloud and Seph were on bad terms when they left–but they might be now because Cloud hadn’t spoken to him since they left... and even though Cloud wouldn’t admit it, Sora and Riku’s little spat might have put a dent in things as well, as both brother’s felt the need to protect their own little brother’s.

At that moment, Rikku ran up to the window, leaning her head back in from Sora’s side. “Mom said get out of the car,” she replied in her creepy sing song voice again before pointing at Sora. “Especially you or you’re going to be grounded for a week.”

Sora rolled his eyes. Their mom probably figured he was still being stubborn was now simply refusing to get out of the car because he didn’t want to be around Riku with Cloud trying to coax him out. Which technically was true. But still...who side was she on anyway?

“Ready?” Cloud replied already opening his side up.

“Let’s get this over with,” Sora grumbled more so to himself before starting to open the door, Rikku backing up a little to let him out and slamming it shut. How DiZ found a mini van without sliding car doors, he’d never know.

As all three chidren walked up to the awaiting arms of Mrs. London, who attacked Sora first, both London children watched their ‘prey’ in anticipation.

“...What if he hates me.”

Silence.

“Then you’ll just have to convince him to feel otherwise, won’t you,” his brother stated cooly, watching the golden haired teen intently, a hungry glint entering his eyes. Oh yes, his Cloud had turned out quite nicely, his hair still as untamed as his spirit, his beautiful sapphire eyes shining as he shook hands with their father, those tauntingly delicious lips of his parting into a smile as he laughed at something his stepfather stated that made his own father advert his eyes and blush–Sephiroth took a moment to tuck that away in his mind to ask about later. He wore a tight fitting black turtle neck, sleeveless, with black pants that covered his black shoes, three loose fitting black belts around his waist.

Sephiroth didn’t fight his urge to take in his bottom lip and sucking it lightly as he continued to stare at his stubborn little prey, an idea already foaming in his head...

“Sephi–”

“What ” he snarled, snapping hard at his younger brother as he gave him The Look. This made Riku shrink back away from him and back up slightly–the usual effect other than simply peeing on one’s self.

There was silence between the two as Riku straightened himself up slowly, glaring back at his older brother now. “Get your damn mind out of it’s gutter and tell me what you meant.”

Sephiroth, now clearly annoyed, waved his hand at him in a dismissive manner before staring back at Cloud.

“It’s as I said: Perhaps he does despise you–then since you seem to care so much, it is your responsibility to see to it that you take complete control of the conversation. Find your dominance over him and bend him to your will–by force if need be. And no, do not simply hit the boy into submission, it’s not what I meant and mother would kill me if she found me giving you such methods–though they do work,” he added as an effect thought, pondering this for his own use before shaking his head slightly and continuing. “Try to seduce him, it shouldn’t be too difficult, if need be. Make him squirm. Because if there is a relationship of any type, you have to decide whether you’ll be the moth or the flame. The master or the slave. The pitcher or the catcher.”

Riku ignored that last part with a role of his eyes. “Now shut up because I’m no longer interested in your little childish squabbles.” And with this, Sephiroth began to walk forward, closing in on his target.

Riku didn’t move as quickly, glaring at his brother’s back. He hadn’t helped at all. Stupid older brother with stupid blond obsessions. He finally reverted himself to watching Sora, the brunette seeming to try to hide behind his brother, a thin frown still on his face as he still down right refused to look over at him.

Sora hadn’t changed a bit to Riku. Certainly he was older, but he still looked almost childish–adorably so. Sweet and innocent looking–it was such a turn on coming from Sora. His chocolate hair still untamed, his beautifully sun kissed skin that he wanted to caress. Those delectable sweet lips of his that held a slight pout now that he wanted to capture into his own...damn him for looking so delicious.

He wore what he would have almost called his ‘trademark’ outfit, only it was black red and gold now, with straps, belts, zippers everywhere. The jacket, short sleeved, had a hood on it now, the shorts, a little longer and bagger. He still had those custom shoes with the zippers running up the front of them, just a new pair. Then he focused on his favorite feature: his eyes.

Deep sapphire eyes usually so bright and happy now clouded with bitterness and sadness. Riku felt a twinge of guilt. He knew he was the cause of that...

...and damn it, he would be the one to fix it. Taking a breath, Riku finally began to walk forward, determined now as his sights were set on the brunette trying so hard to ignore his existence.
At this same moment, Sora felt his sister nudge him a bit and he looked up only enough to see a pair of legs moving toward him and he grunted bitterly. And now he was coming over, like he knew he would eventually.

His older brother had already come over, greeting their parents politely (though his mother had trapped him in a hug that Sephiroth was hesitant to return because he was well, Sephiroth) and even Sora had to admit upon inspection that he could see why Rikku had practically drooled.

Sephiroth had turned out–well for lack of a better word–beautiful.

His hair had gotten longer if possible, his facial features sharp, yet refined. Deep Mako green eyes that still had such intensity that it was down right unnerving, luscious pink lips that were at this moment, curving into a half smirk, his skin just as delicate and pale as he remembered Riku’s to be. He wore pants. Tight, black leather pants. And black boots. And a very tight fitting white shirt with black bands on his wrist.

The towering eighteen year old was engaging his own older brother in some kind of conversation, simple, friendly, though any one that was staring hard enough to see the predatory look he held in those cold mako eyes.

And just as they had before they moved, Cloud was down right ignoring every innuendo, every ‘accidental’ brush up, every single inkling that this sexy silver haired god was interested. To which both he and his sister knew simply turned the male on all the more.

Sephiroth liked a fight. And Cloud was as stubborn as a mule.

“Oh Riku Look how handsome you look,” he heard his mother call as she brushed past him and his sister to trap the other silver haired beauty in a motherly hug. Then, to his horror, she turned to look back at Sora...and called him to her.

Now she was just being down right evil.

“Go on, you know you wanna,” Rikku whispered to him in a teasing fashion before pushing him forward and in awkward silence (why did everyone find the need to stop talking now?) he slowly made his way over to him.

Neither boy said a word as Sora could feel Riku staring intently at him again. He felt his mother poke him playful on the side and with a disgruntled ‘humph’ he finally looked up as sapphire met aqua for the first time in four years.

And Sora immediately wish he hadn’t.

Why, oh why couldn’t he have gotten into a tragic accident and been disfigured? To Sora’s pure despair, Riku was still just as drop dead gorgeous as he remembered him to be–if not more so.

His eyes, still those memorizing shades of aqua blue, his skin, still delicate and pale, making any and all features, like the perfect shade of his lips, or his long, almost feminine eye lashes, stand out. His hair was longer now, reaching his upper back, his bangs so long that they practically covered his eyes–which made just about any look Riku gave with his head tilted down slightly and looking up at anything (like he was doing now, damn it) down right sexy.

Okay, actually, Riku just looked plain sexy anyway he positioned himself but Sora would be damned if he admitted it at this point and time. He wore baggy pants that covered the majority of his shows, a yellow and white blazer, sleeveless over a black zip up shirt, his left hand, for what ever reason, bandaged. For a brief moment, Sora was concerned about it but let it falter.

Stupid Riku. It almost made Sora more bitter than he actually was when he felt that familiar pang in the pit of his stomach. It was only his anger, his stubborn, unrelenting, anger that kept him from melting on sight and simply giving up and taking the creep into a tight hug and calling him “Beautiful ”–just as he had the very first time they’d met.

No, instead Sora let the entire painful incident run through his mind for inspiration, letting ever single word Riku had spoken, ever single bitter glare he’d given, ever single tear he’d shed that day and the days and nights at the very thought of Riku–and he found it rather easy somehow to make his own eyes hardened in a way thought under any other circumstance, would have made the London men proud (that was a trademark in the family, exception being the mother) while a cold frown of sorts formed on his lips.

And as Riku took a step toward him upon seeing this, reaching out a hand for him, Sora took the same step backwards and out of both, his and his mother’s reach, eyes narrowing slightly.

“I’ll...go get the bags,” he replied cooly, turning quickly away and just as quickly, began to walk back toward the van, ignoring the stares from everyone around them.

Riku’s face faltered and the hurt was visible now. Yep. Sora still hated him. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked to see his Sora’s mother smiling down reassuring at him before patting his back slightly and walking up to a rather worried looking Lucinda.

He only began to stare down at the ground. He’d never known Sora to hold a grudge this long–nothing short of hating him would make the usually sweet boy still want nothing to do with him...and to Riku’s knowledge, Sora hadn’t really hated anything before. Just his luck: he was a lot of first for Sora’s but he hadn’t wanted this to be one of them.

“Seph-ir-oth ” a voice squealed happily, breaking Riku out of his self depressing thoughts and he looked up in time Rikku leap frog over Cloud and right into his older boy’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist while she wrapped her arms around his neck then pecking him on the lips, squealed. (*1.)

Sephiroth rolled his eyes and taking her around the waist, pulled her off roughly, only to be laughed at, as she hugged him around the waist in a possessive manner. And sniff him.

Cloud glared at her. “Ri, stop that ”
“So sexy,” she said replied absently, ignoring him as she nuzzled Sephiroth a moment longer, then finally, turned her attention to Cloud. “Isn’t he sexy Cloud? Cause you got a little bit of drool? Right there, left corner.”

Riku watched amused as Cloud actually began to whip the imaginary drool off before glaring at his sister annoyed and pivoting on his heel, made his way back towards the van mumbling “I’m going to go get the bags.”

Rikku snickered then completely released Sephiroth, turning to face him as he glared down at her coldly–though she seemed unfazed.

“You know, he practically cried the day he found out we were coming back,” she said matter of factly, pretending to study her nails while she placed her free hand on her hip. Sephiroth merely raised a finely arched eyebrow.

“He talked about you then entire way up here too. Sora and I wanted to slap him. ‘Do you think he still remembers me?’ ‘You think he’s still looks...you know...good?’” she continued, mocking her brother’s voice.

She fell silent as their parents all walked past the trio, chattering on. DiZ paused to look over at Rikku. “We’re about to go out for lunch before your mother and I leave out so make sure Sora and Cloud are ready.”

“Right, right,” Rikku nodded, giving a fake salute before DiZ rolled his eyes and followed the other adults inside, closing the front door behind him.

Rikku lowered her hand just as Cloud walked past with his arms full of bags (all hers), grumbling about why DiZ shut the door when he was right behind him, Sephiroth casually following him, surpassing him in enough time to open the door for him and with a mumbled thank you, Cloud disappeared inside with Seph following closely.

They both looked over when they heard a yelp, watching Sora droop all of his bags and with a slight pout, bent over to pick them all up again.

Rikku only watched as the silver haired boy that she aruges “stole her name...” ran over to the brunette, lingering a moment before bending over to try to help him.

But Sora snapped his head up abruptly and with another cold glare, snatched the bag away roughly.

“I don’t need your help,” the brunette snapped, before quickly gathering his things in his arms again, stood back up and stomped down the walkway, struggling to open the front door once he got to it (because his sister didn’t make any attempt to help after watching that little display of temper tantrum) before finally simply dropping all of his bags, pulling at the door before getting annoyed and trying to snatch it open.

Both Riku’s only watched, the boy in slightly irritated while the girl calmly watched humored until three minutes had passed and she finally called out “Hey genius ”

Sora darted his eyes in her direction.

“It pushes open.” she replied matter of factly, tilting her head to the side as she said this, glaring at him with mock interest. Sora narrowed his eyes before twisting the knob again and pushing it open, he gathered his things in his arms again.

“Sora ” Riku snapped finally, storming himself up the walkway toward the brunnette, who at the calling of his name, seemed to try to go faster. “Damn it, just let me hel–”

But the boy was able to gather all his things and taking a few steps inside, was able to slam the door with his foot–right in Riku’s face.

Riku out an angry cry before slamming his fist into the front door.

“Stop it with the damn door ” he heard his father snarl from inside and Riku jumped slightly but never the less, rolled his eyes and kicked the nearest thing to him–a lawn gnome.

Damn Sora He was trying to get along with the boy–find some common ground And Sora just wasn’t making that possible under any means...

He felt a thin pair of arms wrap around his neck, the scent of light perfume hitting his nose and he didn’t have to look up to know who that was as she placed her chin in his soft hair.

“You’ve got a week to get on his side Ku,” she replied matter of factly. Then he felt her poke him in the chest and he just knew she was winking as she said “And we’ll start with lunch.”
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As soon as he’d put the bags down, Sephiroth pulled Cloud into his room with one forcefully yank, bending that same arm behind his back as he side stepped out of the way, and with his other hand, punched the crease in said back with such force that it sent Cloud crashing into the bed.

As the blond was trying to regain himself, Sephiroth flipped him over on to his back roughly then relieved the blond of two of his belts, used them to tie his Cloud’s wrist to his headboard simply punching Cloud hard in his chest when he’d finally gotten up his strength to try and resist.

Making sure the blond was secure, he then, for lack of a better word, ripped Cloud’s turtle neck off, then each of his shoes, socks, leaving him in only his pants which he was slowly unzipped at this moment.

They stared each other down before they heard a rattle of the door knob and finally a light knock. “Sephiroth honey? We’re about to go out for lunch Aren’t you and Cloud coming?”
Sephiroth quickly covered Cloud’s mouth with his hand, giving him a death glare before he replied smoothly. “No mother. We’re going to stay home. We have some...catching up to do.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Alright, we’ll be back later ”

They he listened intently, first for her to her footfalls then for the deafening slam of the front door as everyone the house–and the blond to his mercy. After a few moments longer, he uncovered Cloud’s mouth, his indifferent though he held triumphant, predatory look in his eyes.

“What the hell is WRONG with you?” Cloud snarled, glaring up at him with defiant orbs of blue. Sephiroth only tilted his head slightly to the side as Mako green met ocean blue, his finely kept nails scrapping lightly across Clouds stomach, a fine line of crimson following in their wake, making the blond hiss and shiver slightly in retaliation.

Sephiroth appeared to study Cloud’s eyes a moment longer before looking down at the marks he’d made with interest. “Did you miss me.”

A demand, not a question. Cloud snorted. “Why the hell would I?”

He took a sharp intake of breath and closed his eyes when he felt Sephiroth’s nails dig into his skin, making another long trail along his stomach, this time more visible.

“Did you miss me.” Barely above a whisper–seductive. It almost made Cloud quiver but he ignored the notion this time to answer, pulling at his wrist again.

There was a moment’s pause before Cloud felt a shift and Sephiroth’s weight ease of him–then he let a soft moan escape from his lips the moment he felt Sephiroth’s tongue following the trail of crimson he’d made, licking slowly downward, teasing Cloud’s naval when he’d reached it, dipping his tongue inside, teasing it before he trailed down further, his delicate hands playing with the waist line of his jeans as he slowly but forcefully, tugging them down.

“Stop damn it ” Cloud grunted, trying to twist his hips away from him, causing Sephiroth to take a firmer hold on him as he broke his mouth away from his lower stomach, giving one final tug and tossed the pants aside. He glanced up at the blond then, a half smirk on his lips.

“Commando?”

“I hadn’t planned on anyone ripping my clothing off today,” Cloud snapped dryly. “I thought it would by my little secret.”

Sephiroth gave him a disbelieving smirk that got directly under Cloud’s skin. “Are we so certain?”
“Untie me ” Cloud snapped, baring his teeth at him slightly and Sephiroth let out a soft chuckle, his finger dancing a ghostly one across his lower pits of his stomach, dangerously close to his waist line.

“You have yet to answer my question Cloud,” he replied matter of factly. Then he pretended to think for a moment. “Actually...you haven’t answered any of them. But never the less: did. You. Miss. Me. Bitch?”

“No. I. Did. Not. . .Fucker.”

Sephiroth frowned up at him darkly and Cloud couldn’t help but feel a sliver of fear in the pit of his stomach as those cold Mako eyes glared at him, never wavering, not even blinking. It was unnerving, especially in his current state.

“You did not think of me the entire time you were gone,” he stated quietly, barely above a whisper. “Not even once Cloud, did you see my face in your thoughts, your fantasies?”

Cloud finally turned his face away, unable to keep his gaze. “No,” he lied.

Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed and Cloud had the fleeting thought that he hoped Sephiroth didn’t get into one of his ‘moods’ and try to maim him while he couldn’t defend himself.

He closed his eyes and tiled his face away, when he felt a slow, steady breathing on his neck and he could feel the penetrating glare pierce his soul before a single delicate hand took hold of his chin and forced him to look up at Sephiroth, gazing up at him in a nervous silence.

Cloud felt his stomach clutch when a slow, almost sadistic smirk befell Sephiroth’s lips and his Mako green eyes narrowed into fine slits. “I see. Then I’ll just have to make this a most...unforgettable day, won’t I?”

Seductive, barely above a whisper. Cloud felt his nostrils flare up as he tried to regain his composer. It was only the middle of the day–and he meant to keep him locked in there. Dear lord, where were his parents when he needed them...

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Speaking of Parents: An Half & Hour Later, At Lunch...
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“And then there was the time you stole my teddy bear ”

“You’re teddy bear? ” Riku snarled in disbelief.

Rikku tried hard to hide her laughter, hiding her face behind a napkin while the adults at the table glared at the boys, their mothers in disbelief while and Xemnas rubbed the bridge between his eyes as Ansem patted him on the back and shook his head.

They hadn’t even gotten their order yet and the two teens were already making a scene.

Though to be fair, Rikku would say it started back in the van, when Mrs. London’s kept asking questions that Sora some how kept twisting into double meanings about Riku and his ‘not so happy’ feelings toward him. If anyone other than the teen noticed, they chose to ignore the fact.

When they’d gotten to the restaurant, with her pushing him, Riku decided it would be ‘wise’ to try and talk to Sora, who down right ignored him at first until finally, he’d had enough and told Riku and she quoted, to “Snuff off.” That’s when she’d started laughing first. Really, only Sora would try to come up with cute words to say in favor of curse words–which was probably respectable, given their company–but really.

And the two had been arguing ever sense, from “Riku’s stupid hair” to the topic of the argument where at now: Sora’s old stuffed animal.

“I LOVED Mr. Bobo, damn it ” Sora insisted with such a pitiful look on his face, it made Rikku laugh harder.

“It wasn’t my fault you lost your stupid teddy bear ” Riku sneered.

“You LIT HIM ON FIRE ” Sora shouted glaring daggers at him before melting back into his pitiful expression and pouting “And he wasn’t stupid ”

“A-actually,” his sister cut in, raising her hand slightly while trying to keep her voice level as she forced herself to stop laughing long enough to get this out, ceasing to look at Sora so she could accomplish exactly that. “I-I torched Mr. Bobo.”

Sora glared at her then letting out a frustrated scream that was usually reserved for a five year olds having a temper tantrum, let his head hit the table with a loud thump. The entire table was quiet, except for Rikku, who was turning red in the face as she slowly slid from her seat and on to the floor, laughing so hard that she had trouble breathing.

Riku face softened slightly though he glared at his ‘counterpart’ for a moment before sitting down (he’d stood up some where during the “...and there was that time you pushed me off the dolphin...” and grumbled “Worthless bear...” and was thus, greeted with a fork colliding with the side of his head.

“Mr. Bobo. Was. NOT. Worthless ” Sora seethed, his eyes becoming slits–something usually never done by the happy go lucky teen. “Just like I’m not worthless Riku ”

Riku opened his mouth to speak but clamped it shut.

“He meant something to me just like I should have meant to you Just because you can’t see anything in something so stupid and worthless doesn’t mean that nobody else can ”

Silence. Even Rikku had stopped laughing and was sitting up now, staring at Sora with almost an apologetic look on her face. Okay...maybe trying to get them to talk hadn’t been a good idea...

“I’ll have you know that my father gave me that stupid, worthless teddy bear when I was two So you’ll excuse me if it had some meaning to me,” he snapped hatefully before pushing his chair back so forcefully that it fell over and storming off.

“Sora ” his mother called after him but it DiZ that took her hand as she stood and when she looked back at him, shook his head. “Let him get some air. He knows the islands Annette, he’ll be fine. Just give him some time to breath. He’ll meet us back at the house if he doesn’t return to lunch.”

After a moment of hesitation, she finally nodded slightly, taking her seat again and looking apologetically at the London’s but Xemnas only shook his head and replied before she could bother. “He’s a teenager. They do those things. And I’m sure whatever he and Riku are arguing about, they’ll clear it before the end of this week is out.”

At this, he gave his youngest son a ‘you better’ glare that went ignored as he was too busy staring after Sora (even though he was long gone) with a rather sad expression before shifting his eyes to the table, leaned back in his chair in a lazy matter.

He’d messed up. Again...

He only looked up when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. Mrs. Madison smiled down at him in a reassuring manner. “He won’t stay mad long sweetheart. Just give him a little time, like DiZ said.”

“He just got worked up over a teddy bear mom,” Rikku replied skeptically. “I doubt that Sora will be fine with just ‘a little space’.”

Everyone glared at her and her mother picked up a roll and chucked it at her head, causing Rikku to duck and snigger as she stuck out her tongue at her playfully.
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Their fingers entwined despite his bonds, the blond giving his hands a hard squeeze as let out another pain filled scream, feeling the silver haired god pull almost all the way out of him before with one very sharp and rough thrust slid back in to the hilt, agonizingly so, before pulling back out, his member being smeared with the silvery blond’s own pre-cum and the golden blond’s blood.

There was a pause after this, and Sephiroth growled in anticipation as he smirked down in a hungry, demented fashion at Cloud.

He was met with fearful, lustful eyes and he pondered on whether he should be a wee bit more gentle...it was after all, the teen’s first time.

But then again–his prey didn’t like things ‘soft’ and rather ‘simple’. No no, if it had been so easy to obtain what Sephiroth wanted, he wouldn’t have tried for ten years. And now that he had it, he’d plan to show him exactly how he’d felt.

And make damn sure the boy wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a week or so.

So leaning down slowly while pulling Cloud’s legs over his shoulders and slowly pushing his member in to the hilt, teasing him, making the blond buck his own hips upward, before he began to buck his hips in a forcefully, harshly so, in a steady pace into the smaller blond.

He listening intently to the loud cries and whimpers of pain laced with ecstacy that escaped Cloud’s lips, urging him onward.

Oh yes. When he was finished, Cloud would NEVER forget him again...
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Kairi looked up from the television, frowning slightly at being interrupted from one of her favorite shows. It was bad enough that her cousin, who had been living with her family since two years ago, was listening to his stupid rock music so loudly that the walls nearly shook.

She continued to glare at her televison, determined to ignore the doorbell until she’d heard it a third time, this time the ringer sounding more frantic and with a low growl of annoyance, the red head was too her feet, smoothing her pink dress and pulling it down slightly (it always seemed to ride up when she sat down) and headed to the door.

“So help me, if this is Selphie,” she grumbled to herself, snatching at the door knob. The girl had a knack for interrupting Kairi when she was busy–even after she’d ask her not to bother her at certain times.

Like now. And this wasn’t just any television show, no. This was the American Idol. And the finale at that

Everyone knew not to bother Kairi when Idol was on–it was practically a death wish. Really, she’d tried to snapped off Namine’s head when the girl called about doing summer homework. Homework That’s half the reason she’d been happy it as airing during the summer, and during the day no less: she wouldn’t have to worry about having to miss it possibly due to homework or in this case, being at school.

And it just so happened that her singer Lexaeus–the underdog of the entire show– was in the finals (And she’d only voted for him like, 164 times to make sure he won...)

So as she snatched the door open, she decided anyone short of some extraordinary hot guy–and she meant extraordinarily so–was getting a much deserved slow and painful death.

And Kairi couldn’t help but think it was ironic as she her death glare promptly melted into that of disbelief as she took in the sight of untamed brown hair and the most beautiful set of blue eyes she’d seen in four years.

She gasped and took a light step back as he stared back at her with worry. “Sorry Kai, did I interrupted something? I can always come back later.”

She couldn’t help but feel tears reach her eyes as she continued to stare at him, almost memorized. She had been so upset when he’d left that day... his mother had demanded she lead so quickly and she’d made him promise to call her later with details–and he never did.

And when she’d gone to see about him the next day, she was stopped by that damn Riku who eventually told her (after accusing her with nonsense that he could never prove) that he’d left.

Simply vanished. Without telling her he was leaving, let alone, where.

It was a part of her plan she hadn’t thought of–that Sora would actually leave because of the pain Riku caused. And it got under her skin that Riku had that much affect on something that was suppose to belong to her–that it would make Sora resort to something so drastic as leaving. She was suppose to be there for him–piece him back together. Mold him into something of her own design.

It’d made her down right despise Riku more than she already had–what the hell was so special about a loser constantly trying to pretend he was ‘so cool’ that could make someone he didn’t deserve abandon someone who did deserve his love and attention?

“Kairi?” he called to her again with worry.

But he’d come back hadn’t he? And he was here. With her. Not Riku–but he’d come to her. That had to have meant something...

And with that thought in mind, she didn’t bother to try to hide her tears as she squealed at the top of her lungs, jumping up into Sora’s arms, pulling him into a tight embrace, burying her face into the nook of his neck.

Her heart felt like it would melt when he’d embraced her back and rested his chin on her shoulder in return.

Riku was his past. Just a dark part of his past–Kairi had made sure of that. There was a slightly demented look to her eyes as she pondered this. No, now she had Sora all to herself. And damn it, she would make sure that it remained that way.

Riku be damned.
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Author's Notes:
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