Just Like in Soap Operas, but Worse

Summary: AU. Riku's mother died a few months ago, and already his father has moved on and is engaged. To make matters worse, his soon-to-be stepmother has a son.
Rating: R - swearing and some sexuality (eventually)
Pairing: Riku/Sora
POV: Riku's

Thank-you's:AkuRokulove, RarRar, Anorexic Muffinz kitkattcassy, k612, and SwordOfTheFang [whoa, thanks for all the reviews. XD And yes, I hate how people forget that important fact in yaoi. It's not a male and male[who acts like a female. Males are masculine, territorial and rough. People need to remember that more often xD], and narufan [most def. want to put some Roxas/Axel, but it will be more on the sidelines if I do]

It was very nice to get back from my vacation to all these lovely reviews. Thanks once again! MUAH.


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I woke up to a pounding headache, groaned, rolled over and buried my head deeper into my pillow, stupidly thinking this action would decrease the pain. But no, it didn't. I sighed, rubbing my head in annoyance. Fucking excellent.

Applaud me, please. I eventually got out of bed and walked out of the room. Painkillers, painkillers. Why don't we stash this place with painkillers in every corner?

Maybe I could steal some off of Amy. All whores have pain killers, right?

I managed to walk into the bathroom and looking through the shelves impatiently. And there it was. On the second shelf, staring at me, and I swear I could hear it begging me to touch it. Victory. I grabbed the empty glass next to the shelf and filled it with water. The pill almost got caught mid-throat as I heard a noise from downstairs. It sounded like laughter. And it wasn't Amy's annoying laughter, no, it sounded like a group of people. Downstairs.
Laughing together.

What. The. Fuck?

So I decided, since I'd already taken the first step in getting my ass out of bed (is that applause I hear once again? Thank you, thank you), I would go check what all the hilarity was about. Quietly, I made my way downstairs, stopping abso-fucking-lutely dead in my tracks at a distance from the kitchen. Fucking classy. The one and only Axel(dickface) in the middle of the kitchen floor. With Sora and Roxas looking directly at him with massive grins, ready to explode with laughter any second, on their faces. So this is why Axel didn’t argue his way out of being kicked out. He never fucking left. That fucking bastard.

I couldn’t tell what in bloody hell they were talking about. I slid behind the doorframe, hiding myself from their very amused eyes, and I did what any of you would do. Eavesdropped. From where I was, I could make out every word they were saying, or noise, for that matter. Like Axel moaning.

“…oh and dudes. That’s not even the best part! You should have seen the look on his face when he told me. Sora, he’s got the hots for you, my man. Mark my words.”

The only part of Axel’s little ‘speech’ that I caught. Now you tell me what you would do if you were me. Clasp your hands to your mouth and giggle? I thought, not.

So I walked in.

Axel stopped talking and the two chipmunks (Sora and Roxas) stared at me. Their smile was dying out as they the anger etched into every one of my features.

“What the fuck Axel?” I snapped, my voice clear and firm, eyes staring directly at him. Axel turned around to face me and waved, an oh-fuck-I’m-busted smile shaping his lips. I swear, if the knives weren’t in the drawers on the other side of the kitchen…

“Ri, I was just...”

“I thought you left. I thought I told you to leave,” I cut in, not in the mood for bullshit. “So why the hell are you still here?”

“I told him to stay,” Sora replied calmly, as if that answered everything. My full attention was focused on Axel at this moment, trying to burn holes in his skin, some might think. I had long
forgotten that the shitfaces were still around. I was kind of surprised Sora had even spoken, the fucking mime he was.

“And who the fuck are you to tell him he can stay?” Not only does he take up my space in my house, but now he thinks he has any fucking rights whatsoever under this roof?

“What the hell do you have against me? Ever since we’ve moved in you’ve been acting like I was sent here with the sole purpose of fucking up your life! Did you ever consider that I had a whole other life before this too? That I had to leave everything for this fucking dump?” So Sora had a backbone. It was good to see he could actually... well do anything but be a fucking sculpture.

This was the first time he had actually yelled at me. And you know what? I liked it... cause that would make it perfectly fine for me to scream back.

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to be here, I asked since when was it fucking ok for you to talk to my friends, let them stay in my house?” I retorted sharply, moving in on him. “And I don’t give a flying fuck if you want to be here or not. If it were up to me, you and your slut of a mom wouldn’t even be born right now.”

Sora tensed up, swallowing calmly, but I knew he was anything but calm. "Don't talk about my mom like that."

I snorted. And yes, I fucking lost it. Weeks of frustration and anger just fucking exploded like a oversized vacuum bag. I lost every shred of sanity and self-control in that moment. "What are you gonna do about it? How about you tell your mom, I’ll stop calling her a slut, the second she stops acting like one.”

And that’s when he punched me. You read right, Sora’s fist, in my fucking gorgeous face. I hadn’t been expecting it, so the force of it and the shock of it all threw me to the floor. Un-fucking-believable! I stared him dead in the eyes trying to figure out if he really just did that, touching the open wound on my bottom lip, and within the split-second that it registered in my mind, I was laughing quietly under my breath. The kid, being as small as he was, sure could pack a punch.

I pushed myself up quietly and shook my head, licking the cut silently, shaking my head as Axel approached and asked if I was okay. I shrugged him off, muttering an “I’m okay,” under my breath.

Stay, calm, Riku, I told myself. You know better than to use your fists in an futile attempt to make things better. Deep breath, and exhale.

And before any of you could even blink, my fist slammed into Sora’s cheekbone. He must’ve expected it, ‘cause as soon as it was delivered, he lunged forward and shoved me to the ground again, straddling my waist. Punches left and right, rolling over, taking turns to be on top, winces and groans, hisses through clenched teeth, cuts and bruises being born on our faces.

It felt really distant, the way Roxas and Axel were clutching at us from any angle they could, trying to tear us apart, and in fact, they even got in on the action. An elbow to Axel’s chin, a knee to Axel’s chin, a head banging back into Roxas’s groin. All good fun, really.

I was on top at that moment, my thighs secured around his as I threw my fist into his face repeatedly, letting the occasional grunt slip through gritted teeth.

I would probably have beaten the kid to death if Amy and my dad hadn’t walked in right about now.

Yes, of course they walked in when I was on top, beating the shit out of Sora. Not just 10 seconds earlier when I was getting my head smashed into the tiled flooring. For fuck’s sake, can’t anything in my life be to my advantage for once?!

I could hear Amy screaming from the door, and it made me even sicker than the taste of blood on my tongue. My dad was hovering over us in a flash, dragging me off Sora’s body.

I actually saw the brighter side of things. We finally had something in common now, me and Sora. Nosebleeds and bloodstains. Thank god I wasn’t wearing white. Sora couldn’t say the same thing, though, and it put a sickening smirk on my damaged face. That poor bastard.

Amy had started crying as she ran over to Sora, giving him such a lovely and motherly hug. Gag me. My dad, on the other hand, wasn’t as lovely as Amy. He had started yelling on about how wrong it was, beating up Sora, how he was ashamed, how I’d never learn.

I didn’t say a word, trying to get this over and done with. I was considered chiming in with “he started it,” but that would probably put me in the category “fifth grader”, even though it was surprisingly true.

My dad and Amy had decided to go into the bedroom to discuss the whole situation, after my Dad slapped the back of my head and told me to at least have the courtesy to stay the hell away from
him while they talked.

Now I was sitting in one corner of the kitchen, with Sora on the other. Roxas was standing next to Sora, holding an icepack to his face. I’d make a comment about how queer it looked, but Axel was doing the same for me.

“What the fuck got into you?” Axel muttered quietly. I didn’t have the energy or will to answer.

I was still pissed as all hell. Why the fuck was he blaming me for this? The fag started it!

“Just shut the fuck up,” I replied flatly. Axel shook his head, obviously upset by this whole thing. Like it even would’ve happened if he had just left when I had goddamn told him to.

“Look, I know you’re pissed about the whole situation, but it’s time to come to terms with your father moving on,” Axel said, as if he was familiar with what was actually going on. “I know this is hard for you…”

“You don’t know shit, Axel,” I spat bitterly. “Because it wasn’t your mom who died 3 months ago, and it sure as hell wasn’t your dad who moved on like she never even existed. And if I remember correctly, I never asked you to make it your fucking problem!”

Axel swallowed quietly, lowering the icepack from my face. He let his head drop for a few seconds before looking in my eyes.

“You need stop this shit. You act as you're the only one who's lost a parent. So please just shut the fuck up about it and I’m sorry about everything that’s happened lately, Riku. I know this
might be a lot to ask from you right now, but if you could just apologize so we can all move on.”

Fuck. I feel like a total shithead now. I was so lost in my own frustrations and anger, I never once thought to think how my behavior might've affected him. Well, it's not hard to consider
Axel's feelings. Axel was never one to show emotion. I only seen him cry once, and that was at his mother's funeral when he was eight. So Axel was a fuckhead and never took life seriously, but he was a my friend and he has been by my side this entire time, with all my insults and yelling--

"Fuck man...I've been a complete ass. I'm sorry."

"Hundred percent," Axel agreed, cracking a lopsided grin. "Just fucking apologize, asswipe. And dammit, I wish I had a damn cam recorder, watching Sora pounce on you like that--"

"Freak," I laughed, then winced at what the motion did to my ribs. "Fuck, that kid can punch."

"Now imagine how rough he'll be in bed," smirked Axel obscenely and I couldn't help but smile. Oh, so Axel was a dickhead at time, but if you ever needed a laugh, or if there was a time where your ribs were fucking killing you and you didn't need a laugh--he was there.

I never really meant to beat the crap out of him (I sure as hell didn’t count on him beating the crap out of me either). If I could, I would take it back. Yes you heard right. I, Riku, wished I didn’t punch the living shit out of Sora. Probably because Amy will have us all go to family therapy or some other sappy shit like that. She’d probably drag Axel along, too. Hell, he’d be so excited he’d bring a lunch box.

Maybe they have these sticks we can hit each other with for release... I know who I would hit. And, no, as shocking as this may come to you, I’m not referring to Sora. Axel looked at me expectantly and I nodded.

I walked over to Roxas and Sora. As much as I hate to admit it, Sora looked a lot better than me right now. Damn, he could throw one hell of a punch. My cheeks were still stinging in pain. I stared Sora directly in the eye, and I could tell already he expected the worst. It was a good thing, too, ‘cause that’s all I had to offer.

“Your friend Axel would like me to apologize to you,” I said quietly, trying not to scoff at this whole surreal situation. “So, here’s the deal…” I nodded towards him, glancing down at my bloody
knuckles absently before meeting his gaze coldly again. “I’ll be sorry. Just as long as you stay the fuck away from me. Deal?”

I held my hand out for a handshake, and I could catch Roxas and
Axel shaking their heads slightly from the corner of my eye. Sora’s cold hand held mine in a firm handshake.

You’d think that’s the last time we’d interact in any way whatsoever

Think again.

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AN: Next chapter: Family bonding! Review! =)