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, Cave, Katie-Kat, SwordOfTheFang, VadMustang, fayeS., and Murasaki.

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Picture this.

You're sitting in a cubic box, also called a room, with black and white walls. The couch you have currently placed your ass on is green. It's so green, you wanna puke. And even then, your puke will look better than the couch itself.

Next, to the left you is your dad, holding his lover's hand. On the other side is your step-brother to be that you kicked the living shit out of (actually he kicked the living crap out of you but that's just details), that you don't really like but are supposedly sexually attracted to.

In front of you is a middle-aged woman, maybe in her 40s, with her legs crossed. She has a black skirt on, that stretches all the way to her knees. The skirt has white stripes, and matches her black blazer, which also has white stripes. She is so colour coordinate it makes you want to puke black and white just so you don't mess up her look.

Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, which makes her look angry. Whenever she decides to smile, it looks very forced, and it scares the living hell out of you. Her pulled back hair tugs at the skin of her face like she couldn't afford botox so she settled for the next best thing. On her nose, her black glasses are resting, letting her bright blue eyes see whatever is in front of her clearly.

Welcome to family therapy.

So you probably figured out already that while Amy and my dad were in the bedroom, talking, they decided that the only right thing to do is get into family therapy. “If this family is gonna function at all we need to do this," were Amy's exact words.

I hated this so called family. Was she trying to turn us into some kind of Brady bunch or something? What are we supposed to do in family therapy, anyway? Sit in a circle, hold hands and let the higher power connect our souls? Cry like we're everything we never knew we've always wanted?

Fuck this. Fuck Amy. Fuck my dad. Fuck Sora.

“You wouldn't mind that now would you?” Axel's voice popped up inside of my head. The inside me silently told the inside Axel to shut up, but he kept on babbling.

“You know you want him, just admit it!” I closed my eyes, hoping that if I squeezed my eyes shut hard enough, just maybe he would go away. The voice that is. Oh god, I was hearing voices. I was fucking mental. Axel made me fucking mental. Was this part of the higher power crap?

Why the fuck did I always get stuck with Axel's spirit?

“Look at him. Come on, just do it. He won't bite.” I opened my eyes, almost possesed (knowing Axel I probably was possesed), and looked over at Sora.

“Can you feel that? That is lust, my dear. Love it. Embrace it.”

I wanted to smack my head so hard Axel would fly out of my ear.

Ok, so maybe I needed some therapy to get rid of the fucking voices inside my head, but really. The whole “family” does not need to hear about this.

The therapy chick in front of us, Melanie as her name tag said, was writing something in the notepad in front of her after every single questions. There must have been about 10 questions in just 5 minutes. I think she found this orgasmic by the way her voice went high-pitched every time one of her questions were answered. In the middle of the session, with absolutely no co-operation from me and Sora, her cell phone started vibrating. She excused herself, cause she was waiting for a very important call. It was supposed to be the call of her life. Non-existent life, probably. I'm not an ass. Bite me.

She hurried out of the door, leaving the family behind.

"Riku, Sora, in order of us to bond, we must talk to one another," Amy said, reciting Melanie's last line and I bleached. "Or else this entire session is pointless and we're not going to get anywhere."

No shit, sherlock. Fuck, someone please kill me. What the fuck did I do to deserve this? I never meant to kill Selphie's cat with a rock when I was seven, or purposely put that ink pen in Axel's favorite pair of pants before he washed them, throw up over my grandmother's favorite couch, God, please, if you exist: I'm fucking sorry and please kill me. Thanks.

My dad eagerly nodded, squeezing Amy's hand and smiling at her sweetly, "I think it's important we say everything we don't say. Be honest for once."

I'm not sure if they could handle honesty. But if they wanted it, I'll be more than glad to give them 'honesty'.

Before I could open my mouth, Amy's cell phone rang, that irritating, 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' ringtone echoing in the room. She fished it out of her ugly-ass purse (lime green) and practically shrieked at whoever was on the other line. Poor soul.

"It's the wedding coordinator!" she whispered excitedly to my dad, and stood up to exit the room for privacy, my father hastily following her. As if they couldn't talk in front of us. But then I heard more shrieking outside the room and was suddenly was very thankful she decided to leave the room. I don't think my eardrums could've handled it.

I buried my head in my hands and sighed. I was thinking about moving further away from Sora, seeing as the couch suddenly seemed so big yet so small in terms of how much room there was to fit the two of us, but my body refused to budge. So I just sat there, with my upper body leaning on my thighs.

“Ok, so it's pretty obvious neither one of us wants to be here,” Sora spoke after a few dull moments of silence. At least he was right about one thing.

I scoffed with a nod. "No shit."

“Why don't we make a deal?”

I looked over at him, interested very much in where this conversation was going. “What kinda deal?”

“We pretend to get along. If my mom and your dad see that we can actually stand being near each other, maybe they'll let go of this whole family therapy shit.” I gotta say, this kid has a brain. He's a smart one, and I like that.

Not in that way, of course.

“So what you`re saying is, whenever we're with dad and Amy, we just pretend to like each other?” Sora nodded. I raised my eyebrows while shaking my head for a few seconds, letting out a silent sigh. “Guess it's our best shot."

And before anyone of us could speak again, Melanie, the therapy chick, walked in again. She gave us a smile and again, excused herself for staying out so long. She looked around the room and asked us where our parents were.

We told her they had left the room right after she did.

“Oh, that's good actually. Now I can get some time to get to know you two,” she said and sat down where she probably spent 8 hours everyday. “So I`ve been meaning to ask you, what the foundation of the fight was.”

I looked at Sora, and he looked back at me. We really didn`t know what to say. We dislike each other strongly? We would like to break each other's faces on a daily basis? Axel thinks I'm gay?

Sora's bullshit switch got turned on and he turned his gaze to Melanie's. “The whole situation I guess... with me and my mom moving in, having to deal with all the new stuff, new people... It's been very stressful lately.” He nodded slowly and I could tell he was going for the whole dramatic effect thing.

"Yeah, what he said,” I said disinterestedly. Sora shot me a look, and I let out a low cough as I straightened up, trying to look very affected, squinting my eyes for good measure. “I mean, I don’t have anything against him, I have something against the situation.”

Is that clapping I hear? Stop, really, I know I’m an amazing actor but you are just too sweet.

I obviously had something against this kid. Everything about him got under my skin in the worst way possible. His spiky brown hair (he denies that he uses hair products, but honestly, can hair defy gravity that damn much?), his sapphire blue eyes, his...

I hate how much shit I’ve noticed about this dude lately. Ok I really, really need to stop thinking. Now. Thinking is not my thing, definitely.

Thank god (and I never thought I would say this) but finally my dad and Amy walked into the room again. Melanie smiled at them and motioned her hand to the couch, and told them to sit down again. I looked over at Sora, and I could see he wanted to get out as much as I wanted to. We needed to do something drastically friendly to each other during this hour or else we would be stuck here forever.

30 minutes passed by, with me and Sora pouring our “hearts” out to the whole room. Well it wasn’t really our true feelings, but hell, if it gets us out of therapy. At one point I’d buried my face into Sora’s shirt and pretended to sob. He had to hide his face in the crook of my neck to stifle his laughter, I could tell cause I felt the warm trickle of his breath and I knew it was coming from his soft smirk.

I’d taken Sora’s hand in mine and sniffled once or twice just to reinforce my emo act as I fixed my gaze on my father’s.

“Dad, if it’s ok with you...I think I want to go with Sora to the mall. Maybe buy him something to eat, to apologize,” I interrupted whoever was talking (to be honest, I was too caught up in the plan to really notice any one other than me and Sora).

My dad looked at me with wide eyes, and Amy looked at me with the biggest smile in the world. She had fucking tears in her eyes. I swear I could see her lip quivering and it made me sick. How could Sora stand this woman?

“Yeah,” my dad replied in a low voice, apparently still shocked, his green eyes unblinking. “Yeah, that’s ok with me!” He looked over at Amy to hear what she had to say. She didn`t say anything just nodded and kept on smiling. Wow. My dad is dumber than I thought. I hope it’s not genetic.

I got up, and so did Sora, and together we walked out of the room, and I realized his hand was still loosely in mine. I swear I felt a shiver go over all my body so as soon as we were out I took my hand back and shoved it into my pocket.

He didn’t notice ’cause the minute we were alone, our eyes met, and then our lips exploded with laughter.

“That was fucking classic,” I breathed through my laughter, and Sora shook his head at what I assumed was our parent’s naivety.

I was about to say something else, but I couldn’t come up with something witty enough for my standards, so a moment passed, and then silence filled the air. It was so heavy neither of us could break it.

All that sounded was the wind blowing in the trees yet I could hear exactly what Sora was thinking. He was wondering if we were really going to hang out. And I have to admit, the thought seemed so tempting right now.

“So I guess I’ll just see you back at the house?” Sora said and turned around to walk away.

I was going to hate myself forever for this. The Axel inside me was grinning from ear to ear, and I could almost see him clasping his hands in anticipation.

“Hey Sora!” I called out. Oh, sue me. The only reason I considered the whole grabbing a bite with him was ‘cause I was hungry. And I was naturally a good person so I assumed he would be too and I did what any selfless guy like myself would do. He turned around and looked at me. “If you want to, we can still go out and grab something to eat. I’m pretty starving.”

I think the reason why Sora spent so long in answering me was because he was searching my face or body language for something. A reason for why this was happening. Why I had asked him to come along. To be honest, I didn’t have the slightest fucking clue.

His eyes met mine, and for a moment there was no hatred in either of our gazes. He nodded slowly. “Sure, I could eat.”

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AN: Let me just say: This chapter wasn't how I wanted it! I actually HATE this chapter immensely. ARGH. But I already have the next chapter how I pictured it. Perfectly to the T. Till then, folks. :)