Flashback

Author’s Note: Here I go writing something else. It’s not the prequel to Regrets that I’ve thought about writing, but it does have Roxas in it. In fact this story is about Roxas. Yay ^^ It’s actually another story based off another RP with my friend, that we are no longer working on, however this was actually supposed to be something that happened in it. For a little background information, Roxas is 13 and lived with his brothers, Sora, who is 16, and Cloud who is 22. The boys’ parents are dead, killed by a vampire. And here’s the kicker, Roxas and his family are werewolves. So it’s kind of a modern, fantasy thing. But really cool. Anyways, Roxas’ parents owned a little café shop but when they died, the ownership went to Cloud, who I think was Sora’s age at that time so he was left to look after his 7-year-old brother Roxas, and 10-year-old brother Sora. It kinda made his life difficult.

Which is where this story comes to be. Cloud was having financial trouble and Social Services found this out and told him unless he made more money to support his brothers, he would lose the one who was less likely to be able to look after himself. And since Roxas was only 13, he was the one taken away.

Now that, that’s all explained, I’ll just say that there will be some pretty bad stuff in later chapters, and I will warn you when something comes up. But for now there was no warnings because this chapter is rather tame. It’s…the calm before the storm.

SO….I shall shut up now and let you guys read. ^^
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Roxas didn’t like the looks of the man who came a week after he was put into foster care. He was tall and skinny, had long silver hair that fell down to about the middle of his back and deep aqua eyes that seemed to follow his every movement, giving Roxas the impression of some kind of child molester. And in a way, he kind of reminded him of his Sora’s boyfriend Riku, but a lot more creepy.

The man turned and when he spotted Roxas his thin lips turned up into a smile that made Roxas shiver. “Yes, he’ll do quite nicely.” He said to the woman in charge. She nodded and they walked off to take care of the paper work. Roxas stood where he was, the bad feeling he had before he was taken away from his brothers, increased, making him feel sick. There was no way Roxas was going with that man. He refused to. Tearing his frightened gaze away from the closed door of the keeper’s office, Roxas bolted for the stairs and ran into one of the boys’ rooms at the end of the hall. There were five rooms altogether, all on the left side of the hallway. The girls’ rooms were on the right, each room big enough to hold 12 beds.

Roxas walked in the room and ran over to his bed, kneeling down and pulling his two duffel bags out from underneath it. He had to get out of here. Grunting a little, he shifted the straps of both duffel bags on his shoulders and walked over to the window. The view was dull, looking out across the street at a bunch of small shops and a few houses. He looked down, estimating how high up he was and worked it out to be close to a dizzying fifteen-foot drop. He squirmed and looked away, his stomach doing flip-flops. So much for making a fast get away out the window, it was guaranteed death if he tried jumping.

There had to be another way…

Biting his lip and shifting the duffel bags once more, Roxas decided he was going to have to try sneaking right out through the main door downstairs. But he only got as far as the hallway when he heard voices coming from the stairwell.

“He’s very well mannered, and quite shy.” The keeper was saying, “But a phone call to his brothers every night should be ok.”

“Of course, Mrs. Peters, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The boy has access to phone and internet whenever he wishes.”

“Unless he misbehaves, you mean.”

“Yes, I was just getting to that. I plan to discipline him through taking away those privileges and more.”

“More?”

“Yes. For instance, he joins a club. He will not be going to those meetings or I will make him drop out if it interferes with his grades or attitude.”

Roxas swallowed and slipped back into the boys’ room. He either faced them or jumped out the window. Shutting his eyes he pictured the distance from window to ground and felt dizzy. Turning around he sat down on the closest bed and let his head hang between his legs until he no longer felt so dizzy.

Jumping out of the window was definitely out of the question.

“Roxas?”

He jumped at the sound of Mrs. Peters’ voice and slowly looked up to see her and the silver haired man standing in the doorway.

“Y-yeah?” He felt sick.

“Hi sweetie, Sephiroth would like to adopt you.” She walked over and brushed some blond hair out of Roxas’ eyes. “Oh, you’re all ready?”

“Uhh…”

“I told you he was a good boy.” Mrs. Peters said, looking at Septhiroth. He just nodded. “Well, I guess this is where I say I’m gonna miss you and hope for the best.” She told Roxas, pulling him into a hug, and kissing his head. “And before you know it, you’ll be back with your brothers.”

Roxas swallowed, and blinked back tears. “M-Mrs. Peters?”

“Yes, Roxas?”

“C-can I speak to you alone for a minute?”

The woman looked surprised, but nodded. “Of course, honey.” She looked over at Sephiroth. “Could you go wait downstairs please?”

“As you wish,” Sephiroth replied, walking out and heading for the stairs.

Roxas waited until he could no longer hear the man’s footsteps before he spoke. “I-I can’t go with him, I can’t. Please, Mrs. Peters, please don’t make me go!”

Now she was really surprised, “Roxas, what on earth--?”

“I’ve got a bad feeling, Mrs. Peters. He looks creepy, and I …I have a feeling there’s something more to him. I don’t want to go with him…”

Mrs. Peters chuckled softly. “Darling, are you sure it’s just not a fear that you’ll be going back to your brothers, because if it is—“

“If I go with him, I know I won’t.” Roxas said quietly, tears sliding down his cheeks. “My brother Sora always told me I’ve had a great judge of people and—“

“Look Roxas, you go with him and see how it goes and if you aren’t feeling any more comfortable after a week, give us call and we’ll find someone else who to put it in your terms ‘isn’t creepy’.”

Roxas blushed and looked at his feet. She was mocking him. He should have known not to say anything because now he had no choice but to go. Sighing, he slowly rose to his feet and wiped his eyes. “Ok…I’ll try it. But one week, you have to promise.”

“One week, Roxy, you have my word.”

She got to her feet, and took one of his duffel bags. “Now, we better get you down there, I imagine Sephiroth is waiting to leave.”

He gave her a forced smile and took a deep breath, following her out the door and down the hall. With each step he took, he was reminded that there were only so many left before they joined the creepy looking man in the main hall. After that, Roxas would be on his own.

The events that would follow were something he always wanted to block out, but as the years went on he had nightmare after nightmare, every single one of them about the months he had been forced to endure, living with that man.
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Interesting? Tell me what you thought of it. And unlike Regrets I know exactly where I’m going with this. There was no school today because of another snowstorm, so I kinda had a lot of time to think about where this would go. So, whether you want me to continue, I’m going to, because I really like how this came out. Yes, it needs more description, more…body, but I really think after I start writing the second chapter it should be a lot better. ^^

Thanks for reading. :)