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Ball Room Blitz
By Zess
Chapter: 4 of 4
Summery: Roxas and Sora are both princes of two of the seven warring states in historic China. There families hate each other and it’s the classic case of Pyramis and Thisbe. But at one fateful masquerade two lives are intertwined. Can two hearts divided by adversity still learn to love?
Other Stuff: Short Chapter Story, Crack Everything, Roxora, Zemyx, Romance/Drama/Some Humor, Kingdom Hearts Based, AU, Yaoi, Rated M just to keep up my record, Some Language maybe. I own nothing but this story so for my birthday you all need to buy me KH okay!? YAY!
Time: Roughly 5th Century BC, during the Zhànguó Shídài.
Place: Feudal China
Players:
Sora: Second in line to the Qi throne. Forced to go undercover to gain information on the rival Qin clan.
Demyx: Heir to the Qi throne, Sora’s elder brother. Likes to seduce young virgins and suck out their souls, or anything else one can suck on the female person.
Roxas: heir to the Qin throne.
Axel: Second in line to the Zhou throne and a pyromaniac. Has evil plans to murder the Qi heir to gain his father’s approval.
Zexion: Illegitimate firstborn to the Zhou throne, posing as Axel’s real older brother in order to marionette his way into power.
Reno: Currently FOUND! True heir to the Zhou throne.
Riku: Random Inserted character, Sora’s first love.
Alex: The name Sora comes up with to hide his identity from Roxas.
Dedication: I wrote this as a request for Synnesai, so I hope you like it!!
Always Notes: Um, I did a little research on feudal china, but I still take complete literary license on everything so don’t be mad at me if I make a ton of horrible mistakes. And the dialogue is all modern, one because I can’t write in Chinese and two because I have no idea the type of language they used back then. Oh yeah, and I kind of mingled certain time periods together so the first English Ambassador (Lord McCartney who actually visited in 1792) is visiting a hell of a lot earlier. XD
Author’s Notes: This is the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and I’m sorry I’ve been like… dead lately. I’m not dead. See, I can prove it. Just… growin’ a little mold.
Chapter Four:
Curtain Calls
Le Flashback-y
Demyx looked over his shoulder at the lumpy bed that he left behind. From all accounts one would assume that thee was a body lying under the mass of comforters and sheets. Of course, since he was currently climbing out the window, Demyx was most certainly not in his bed where he was supposed to be. In fact, he was pretty sure that his parents would approve of him sneaking off into the night to anywhere but where he was planning on heading to. Zexion.
Well really, Demyx didn’t know if anyone else but him knew who Zexion really was. The bastard child and all of that, but none of it quite mattered to him. Zexion was Zexion and that was that. You can’t fight love, you know? And Demyx knew that he was head over heals in love with Zexion. There was only one problem, Zexion didn’t love him back. No, Zexion was in love with Revenge.
Ever since the fist time they had met Demyx knew how obsessed Zexion was with getting Revenge on his family and his father. As many times as Zexion said that he loved Demyx, Demyx still knew that his heart and his mind were clouded with hate and rage. Here was no way that Zexion would be able to love him the way he was right now. And tonight, Demyx was going to tell him so.
His heart dreaded the confrontation with the one he so adored, but maybe, just maybe if Demyx said that he was leaving, if he made Zexion wait for him, then Zexion would throw away all the emotional baggage and love Demyx the way that he so desperately wanted to be loved.
With his breath quietly gasping as the cold air chilled his lungs Demyx trotted towards the old mulberry tree. They had fallen into each others arms many times at the base of that mulberry, each memory more beautiful then the last. But tonight there would be no special memories, only hurt. But in order to continue living a happy life, Demyx could no longer give love to someone who could never love him back. This was his last chance at freedom.
As de rounded the corner and saw the thick branches of the mulberry, and Zexion’s hair gleaming in the moonlight, Demyx took a deep breath and halted in his tracks.
“Demyx...” Zexion’s voice sounded unusually excited to see him, and that just broke Demyx’s heart a little more. When Zexion reached for him, Demyx took a step back and raised his hand as if to ward Zexion off.
“Just wait for me Zexion, I-I’m not ready yet. But I will be. Please just wait...”
“Ohhh…”
Somehow the voice was familiar and yet… Axel couldn’t quite place it in his hazy memory. He shoved again, rolling the object that he had come to realize was another body off of him. As he scooted away he still couldn’t see anything in the pitch blackness.
“What the hell is going on?” he asked himself aloud, his voice scratchy from the ash.
“Axel.. you’re okay… Thank goodness.” The voice penetrating the darkness spoke in deep slow tones, accentuated by low groans and coughing fits. Once more the voice struck a chord in Axel’s memory and yet. . .
Suddenly it hit him and Axel scrambled towards the voice, apologizing hastily as he trod onto one of Reno’s body parts. Gathering what he thought was Reno’s torso into his arms he nuzzled his face against…well, some body part or another of his brothers.
“Reno,” he whispered, his voice still dry and scratchy with smoke. “What are you doing here? You should have stayed somewhere safe. But I did it Reno! I did what we were planning. Father will have to accept me now, he’ll just have to!”
The triumphant to desperate sound in his brother’s voice broke Reno’s heart as he lay in Axel’s arms. He had always been the apple in his father’s eye, whether he wanted to be or not, where Axel had been completely ignored by their father, deemed a failure. What was Reno supposed to say now that their father was dead and Axel had been tricked into doing something so horrible because he was blinded by emotion?
His voice lacking any feeling, Reno looked up at Axel or rather he tilted his head back and looked in the direction of Axel’s voice. “Axel, I wasn’t the one who wanted you to do this. It was Zexion. You’ve heard of him haven’t you? He’s our half brother, dad’s bastard. He tied me up and locked me in my room, posing as me. He used you Axel, for his own revenge. And I know how much you wanted father’s approval, but he was a very bad man and. . . Axel, dad’s dead.”
In the darkness devoid of all life, it was only Axel’s touch that reassured Reno that he was still there. Perhaps he should have had a bit more tact, but that had never really been his strong suit.
“Axel. . .” Reno stretched his arm upwards in a soothing gesture and then bit back a large scream as his muscles protested and tore. The sticky warm substance that had been dripping down from his bicep finally registering in his mind. It was blood. His eyes watered and overflowed in pain as he writhed in Axel’s arms. In a purely instinctive act Reno grabbed for his bleeding arm and found his fist wrapped around a large piece of wood, a splintery debris that had impaled him during the explosion. What rotten luck.
The palace rumbled around him as even more of the foundation and support beams began to give way. Roxas closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall that had managed to survive under the winding stairs. The stairs themselves had collapsed, but had left him in a small alcove, the pillars of the grand hall falling around him. He was trapped, but he didn’t really mind. It was much better in here, all quiet, where he could just think. Besides, he knew the palace better then even his parents. He knew that if he just crouched over a little and rolled he could squeeze into an unseen ventilation gap near the floor and be into another room closer to the outside in no time. But he didn’t really know if he even wanted to escape. It had just been too much for him.
“Roxas,” Sora shouted, pulling on his jacket, jerking him back. “I LOVE YOU!”
Roxas shook his head and sighed. He didn’t know why he had been so upset. After all, it should have been obvious from the start that all anyone would ever want from him was about his family, his name, or his money. It was always his . No one ever stopped with just the ‘his’. No one ever loved him for who he was on the inside. Why had he really thought that such a thing would ever change?
It didn’t help much that Sora had been so beautiful. Such soft skin, such lushes lips, and big blue eyes. Perhaps it was his eyes that had really betrayed Roxas. Those large beguiling eyes that had looked so clear of pretensions. Roxas had thought that those eyes had seen deep into his heart, and had accepted all the darkness that lay there. But they hadn’t. Roxas was surprised that Sora didn’t reflect himself through his eyes they were so shallow.
God, what am I doing here? Is my life really just to be taken away piece by piece by other people? AM I just to live for the happiness of others at all times? I’m not asking for much, just someone who would want to be with me. I don’t even care if they love me or not.
“All I want… Is a friend.”
Roxas closed his eyes to blink back his suddenly teary eyes. It was unusual for him to cry, but that just chalked up the whole day in one single show of emotion. Somehow bad days were so much more poignant then good ones, and this was below the rocks of the bottom. Way below.
So he just sat there, and contemplated a lot of things. What it would be like just to break down and cry. What would happen if he just disappeared amidst the debris. If he just curled up in a ball and stopped breathing. Would all the hurt and rejection go away then? Would it be better to just… let go?
He must have been trying really hard not to cry because, while his choked hiccups echoed through his small cave like prison, a voice chimed to him through the fallen rocks. “You know, it’s ok to cry, I promise not to tell anyone.”
Zexion pushed the blonde away from him, snarling. “I’m through listening to you! All you do is laugh at the world like nothings wrong while everybody else around you suffers for it. I hate it! I hate what you do to me, and I hate you too! Like hell I’m ever going to listen to you again!”
Demyx stopped mid-stride and watched Zexion pace back and forth. His usually easygoing nature was at a breaking point; everyone had their limits. “Well fine, you overgrown old tome, why don’t you go shove that hate right up your little…!”
“Zexion! I love you!”
Zexion, caught off guard, turned towards the sound of Demyx’s sweet alto voice. At a loss for words he didn’t even have the air to breathe as the palace exploded in front of him. Wasn’t this supposed to be the time he was celebrating? But he had no time for that. Demyx, because they were still too close to the explosion, was knocked off of his feet by the blast, careening into Zemyx and throwing them both to the floor in a tangle of bodies and limbs.
For one breathless moment, as debris catapulted and landed bare inches from them, as the palace caught flame and began to crumble, they were back under the old maple tree. Zexion reached up to gently stroke away one of Demyx’s tears. At first, Demyx was shocked by the touch but could not constrain himself from nuzzling his face against the hand that he had been longing for for so long. As Zexion’s hands moved against Demyx’s soft skin they both sighed in pleasure. This is where they were meant to be.
But it was only a fleeting vagrancy.
When Zexion blinked himself back into reality and found himself gently brushing away a spikey blonde lock of hair from Demyx’s face he felt utterly disgusted with himself. What had gotten into him? He had been tricked into falling again, just like he had been long ago. Before he could be spurned by the same blonde he pushed Demyx off of him, scooting back and trying to stand, trying to run away.
Demyx didn’t take the rejection well. Caught by a myriad of emotions from fear of losing the one he truly loved, to anger at the fact that everything in his life that really mattered always ended up in some kind of complete mess, Demyx just well… exploded. Not even brushing off his clothes he raised himself into a standing position and prepared to make a perfect stormy exit, one that every sultry movie heroine would be jealous of.
There was just one small problem…
“Holy shit,” They said in unison. “How do we get out of here?”
The reality of it all was that they had become trapped inside of the labyrinth of a garden, made even more confusing by uprooted trees and fallen curtain hedges protruding sharp rose thorny brambles.
Roxas shook himself back into reality and stared at the aforementioned rock. Had it really said something to him? Rediculous. Still, there was no harm in checking. Moving cautiously, as if it might suddenly attack him, Roxas laid a soft hand onto the cold granite surface. But, no, it didn’t attack him and felt wonderfully solid under his fingers. He must have been imagining things. Or, perhaps, was someone else trapped on the other side? Did he really want to have to help save some dramatic damsel in distress? Would saving such a person be a death-walk into marriage? He seriously hopped not. It would be just his luck to get trapped going in and get trapped going out.
Gingerly, moving as cautiously as before, Roxas laid his ear against the cold stone. He strained to hear anything, but there was nothing, not even a whisper of sound. About to turn away and chalk it all up to his imagination Roxas felt his heart begin to pound at the faint, very faint, sound of breathing. The soft intake of breath had his pulse racing for a reason that Roxas couldn’t understand.
CLUNK.
And just like that everything registered. He’d heard that voice, that soft breath, that irresistible scent wafting from the small cracks in the walls. It was the same voice he couldn’t get out of his head, that same breath he still felt against his lips, that smell that he couldn’t get off his clothes, off his body. God dammit. Maybe he would have preferred a blushing damsel.
“Sora,” Roxas breathed against the rock, his voice barely over a whisper. That single word held all of the emotions he was feeling. Rejection, pain, hurt, and yet… still… hope.
Sora heard his name, the whisper barely audible and confirmed it was Roxas on the other side of the rock. There was no one else in the world who could make him shiver so by just saying his name. There was no one else who could instill such a great wanting in him with just a single sound. And oh, how he wanted Roxas. There was definitely no denying it.
And so, for not the first time in his life, Sora was unsure about what to do next. A solid trepidation settled somewhere in his midsection and warred against his heavy arousal. He had never been the best planner, and the past few hours had shown him that if nothing else.
God damn! Roxas was sitting right there. Right there! So close that, if he strained, Sora could hear him breathing. For goodness sake, all he wanted was to push down the stupid rock blocking his way and beg Roxas for forgiveness. Yes… yes… Groveling, on his knees, certainly held a sort of appeal.
As he sat in the dark and dank smelling remains of the palace, Sora didn’t understand what he had to do to win Roxas back. It was obvious that he had to do it, but what he had left to do, he wasn’t sure. It was obvious, of course, that his very romantic declaration of love as the building crumbled around them wasn’t enough. Why it wasn’t enough was beyond him. In his mind, it was all very straight forewords. He loved Roxas, and that meant that everything should be popping up daisies. I mean, he said he was sorry already, what more was there to it?
“Exactly,” Sora muttered, “What the hell do I have to do to get him to understand now?”
Maybe it was the rum, but no, there was no rum. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the dust and grime. Maybe it was just because Sora would always come across as a fool when he started thinking to much, but oh how he seethed. To Sora, everything should have already been taken care of, and Roxas should be here, with him… holding him… and… and making sure he wasn’t so scared anymore!
“Dammit Roxas,” he yelled. “Where do you get off making me wait and…and be alone in such a place when I’ve already told you that I loved you!”
On the other side of the rock, Roxas was outraged. Through his own anger and hurt, he could not hear the vulnerability in Sora’s voice, could not hear the fear of being trapped alone.
“Where do I get off? Where do I get off you say?!” Roxas half yelled, sputtering. “Where the hell do you get off dressing up like a girl and trying to spy on me!”
Sora gasped in outrage, his mouth gaping open and closed like a landed fish for a few moments. “God dammit! I already said I was sorry, I didn’t evenwant to do it. But I can’t say no to my family! Seriously, you don’t know what that’s like? To have to do everything they tell you just because you’re part of the royalty, and they expect it from you? If anything, I hate doing what they tell me, but I can’t do anything about it. I am sorry Roxas…I didn’t mean to hurt you…”
The pain in Roxas heart deepened, spurned on by an increasing feeling of guilt. Sora spoke of the things that Roxas had always kept locked in his heart, their feelings so alike in regards to there families. Roxas had never believed that anyone could feel the way that he did about…well… anything…
He shook his head, trying to push all other feelings out of his head with anger. He would never admit to this…person who had hurt him so that there could ever be any feelings between them! He would never trust this…this…thing that had hurt him. How could a liar and a… damnit a cross-dresser! be trusted with his fragile heart.
“Sorry isn’t enough!” He shouted, loud enough that it echoed through his own catacomb like hole. “Sorry. Isn’t. Enough.” He huffed again, his breath sawing in and out of his chest. “How could I ever believe you now? How could I trust you. You…You’re probably just trying to get close to me again now that you think I’m at my weakest point. You are, aren’t you? What? Didn’t find out enough about me and my family? Did… Did your brother put you up to this? It was him wasn’t it? Just.. Just leave me alone!”
Sora’s teeth ground together, as his heat was squeezed by an anvil. He realized he had done something horrible but…but if they were in love… wouldn’t…. Would it matter?
“Roxas…” he called softly, yearningly.
With that soft plea, Roxas’s insides twisted into knots. Sora… Sora… NO! He didn’t want to love Sora, he didn’t want to think about him. For God’s sake he wanted that name to get out of his head! Why did he have all these emotions that he just didn’t understand? Why did he have to feel this way? It made him so vulnerable, so scared, and it made him realize just how alone he really was. He hated that… He didn’t want… He couldn’t…
“Sora, I HATE YOU!”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he realized just how much they weren’t true. As they resonated in the darkness, he realized how much he wanted to say “I love you.” He realized that all this fear, was really fear of losing Sora, of being hurt and never seeing that smile that had bewitched him. As the building began to rumble, gradually louder and louder around him, Roxas finally understood the real depths of his emotions.
But when the building groaned, and debris fell for the second time, as a nearby scream pierced his very soul with dread, as pain permeated his very being as he was crushed…
What he really realized… was that he had come to his conclusions too late.
“I’ve had it with you and your preposterous little antics!” Zexion hurled at Demyx, his words coming out in a hiss through his clenched teeth.
“My antics are preposterous? So I guess blowing up a fucking building is completely sane!” Was the retort escaping Demyx’s lips.
“Oh for fuck’s sake I had my reasons! Not like you would understand, you’ve never given a damn about anyone but yourself!”
“Look who’s talking! You’d step over anyone and everyone just to accomplish your goals!”
“At least I don’t go around pretending to like everyone and then stab them all in the back!”
“How could you say that?” Demyx asked, shocked. With each barb, each insult, his heart hurt just a little more. Why did it always have to be this way between them? “I… I loved you Zex… I just didn’t want to be another pawn in your schemes.”
A pit opened up in Zexion’s stomach, a large lump forming in his throat. The pain was just too raw, the wound still fresh and bleeding. “Liar,” he could barely choke out.
Demyx’s mouth opened instantly to respond, but before he could the building gave a hearty groan and the ground shook as the remaining bits of the palace began collapsing. His heart twisted as he realized that Sora could still be in there, and then twisted again when he figured that leaving Zexion now would probably be the end between them.
Turning in his frustration he spat, “dammit Sora’s still in there!” All the emotion, grief, sadness, and love shone in his eyes as he whispered the words. “I’ve told you I’ve loved you, loved you since the very beginning, and I always will, but if you can’t get that through your damned thick skull there’s nothing more I can do.” At the end of his speech Demyx’s breath heaved in and out of his chest and, almost as an afterthought, he sputtered. “I have to go save my brother.”
Demyx spun around and ran towards the structure, tears streaming down his face. If only everything could just be simple.
Zexion watched as Demyx ran off, and stood motionless. He could no longer deny the emotions in Demyx’s eyes. He could no longer believe what he had thought before. Demyx had not really abandoned him… if anything, he had abandoned Demyx. He did not see through his own needs and wants what he had been doing to hurt the one person that he loved. But he was not about to make the same mistake twice.
The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, a solid epiphany if there ever was one. And with that, he was able to chase after Demyx, determined to set right what he had wronged.
Demyx reached it in no time, the second blast having completely demolished the garden maze. He stared at the rubble, his limbs shaking, at a loss of what to do. There was just so much debris, and no real place to start. He had lost Zexion, and he might have lost his only brother. What kind of sibling was he to allow.. To allow…
“What am I supposed to do?” He whispered.
Feeling himself sinking to his knees, Demyx began to sob heartily. It was quite shocking, of course, when he felt two welcoming arms wrap around his shoulders, holding him tightly, and lifting him from his knees.
Turning towards the unknown savior he was even more shocked to know it was Zexion.
“What-?” But the swift, gratifying kiss, was all the answer he would ever need.
“I’m sorry,” Zexion whispered, staring into Demyx’s eyes. “But I plan on fixing all of this. We’ll look for them… together.”
“Together,” Demyx reiterated, and suddenly life didn’t seem so very bleak after all.
After finding the tools that they needed, Demyx and Zexion began digging through the rubble with a vengeance. It was a slow process, and both were about to give up with exhaustion when suddenly Demyx’s shovel broke through a large piece of wall and opened unto a large gaping pocket. He could hear a soft weeping and a harsh intake of breath.
“Zex! I think I found someone!” He shouted, calling Zexion over.
With both of them, they were able to widen the hole that Demyx had created, enough so that they could drop into the small cavern, one after the other. Though it was dark outside, they still had to blink against the total darkness of the cavern.
“Hello?” Demyx called uncertainly.
“He-Hello?” A very small voice called from the back of the cavern. “Is… Is someone there? Please, please, you have to help me! My brother’s dying and it’s all my fault…”
Zexion’s breath caught at the sound of the small voice, and the implications it held. Until this moment, he had completely forgotten his own half brothers. Why was Axel here? And if he had said brother… Reno? Reno was dying?
“Axel..?” Zexion called out. “Is it you?”
A much harsher voice gasped in outrage, and though you could tell that his teeth were clenched in pain, the meaning came across quite clear. “Dammit, stay the fuck away from us you scum bag!”
Demyx stepped closer to Zexion, completely confused. “Zex? What’s going on?”
But Zexion was already striding towards the rear of the cave, his eyes having adjusted to the light already. “They’re my brothers,” he called back to Demyx, who was following behind him. “And this is going to be one hell of a reunion.”
Why?
Roxas lay on his stomach, his arm trapped by a large piece of granite. It had not been squashed beneath the heavy pillar, only pinned to the wall’s corner, but he was pretty sure it was broken anyways. And it wasn’t like it mattered much. He had called Sora’s name several times, and yet there had been no answer. What more was there to live for now?
How could he have been so stupid?
“Hey! I found another live one!”
The voice resounded in his ears but he just didn’t care. Why did it matter anyways? Without Sora, life was nothing.
“Hey!? Is anyone down there?”
Why did the voice sound so happy to see him? He didn’t want to see anybody. Sora…
“Zex, help me out, I can’t lift it by myself.”
“Hey Ax, get the other side.”
And then suddenly his arm was freed. But what did he care? Someone like him shouldn’t be alive. Sora… Sora should be alive… not… not…
“Hey, aren’t you the Qin kid?”
Three pairs of hands pulled him to his feet, and he nodded listlessly. Of course he was just the “Qin kid.” When had he been anything different? He had been something different to Sora… but then…
“Hey, you okay? Come on, lets get you outside.”
Roxas looked up into clear eyes, Sora’s eyes, but it wasn’t Sora. It was his older brother from the terrace. How was he supposed to tell him that because of him, his younger brother was… was…
“Sora… Sora’s…” his voice was a barely audible whisper.
“Come on kid,” the brother smoother over his words. “Lets get you out.”
But he didn’t want out. He wanted to die here in this dank place that suited him. He shouldn’t be allowed fresh air, or the view of the sky. None-the-less, he was slowly guided out of his dark prison.
Blinking against the up-and-coming dawn it took him a minute to realize the destruction all around him. Needless to say, his entire home was in shambles. On the up side, his parents couldn’t very well plan any parties until it was all fixed. He was oblivious to the people around him, giving him odd stares and whispering. Who knew what they were saying. Maybe they were cursing him for not being the perfect host and making the rounds to make sure everyone was okay. Honestly, he just didn’t give a damn anymore. They could all go burn for all he cared.
The two supporting him on each side dragged him gently over to the area that had been dubbed the infirmary. It was, of the course, the one place in the world that he didn’t want to be above all else. Because, lying of a ripped sheet of white linen, lay Sora’s unmoving body, still dressed in his funny ball gown which was covered with blood.
“Sora…” he whispered, agony in his voice. His handlers seemed to understand and set him down next to Sora’s listless form, leaving him alone. Roxas’s tears left trails in the soot marks on his face, and landed on Sora’s skin. With a dirty hand, Roxas reverently stroked Sora’s soft skin.
“Oh Sora,” he sobbed quietly. “I… I’m so sorry. How could I have been so stupid? None of this ever mattered to me… Only you…. I barely knew you and yet… and yet I… I can’t help but love you. I was foolish, and let my pride get in the way and now you’re… now you’re…” His voice broke and he buried his face against Sora’s collarbone, sobbing into the soft periwinkle.
“And now I’m… what?”
His heart stopped, and Roxas jerked back, staring incredulously into the two soft eyes that had captured his attention from the start. It was Sora, staring back at him with a soft smile playing about his lips.
“You… You’re alive!” Roxas gasped.
Sora grinned impishly, “Well, it was the only thing I could come up with to make you finally admit that you luve meh.”
Roxas didn’t know whether to be super pissed off, or extremely glad. Actually, the pissed off didn’t even stand a chance. With a hearty yell of happiness, Roxas pulled Sora against him, raining kisses all over his face. It was only after a small gasp of pain that Roxas pulled back, fear in his eyes.
Seeing that fear, Sora smiled. “It’s only a few bumps and bruises. Perhaps I was exaggerating a bit when I said it was all just a ruse to get your attention.. Heh…Perhaps… Just a bit gentler?”
Roxas was about to protest that Sora should lay down and rest for a year to avoid further injury, Sora’s arms stole seductively around Roxas’s neck and pulled him close for a tender, if super sexy, kiss.
“I love you.” Roxas whispered against Sora’s soft lips.
“I love you,” was the short reply before Sora pulled Roxas in for a few more kisses.
Looking on, Demyx thought his heart might burst, and squeezed Zexion’s hand tightly. “I love you, Zex.”
The silver haired male turned and smiled at his blond companion. “I love you too Dem.”
Both couples broke apart as a horrendous howl resonated through the grounds.
“Shit, fuck, mother-fucker, bitch that hurts!”
“Hold the fuck still, you overgrown red-headed turnip brain, and then maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much!”
“Shut up you stupid red-headed green bean! When the hell did you get so mouthy anyways?”
“Just following in your footsteps big brother, or should I say big foot?”
“Ha! Your feet are twice the size of mine!
And as the brothers bickered back and forth, and more and more guests were found and treated, everyone realized that though everything was in tatters and brambles, right now, there was nothing better than this moment.
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