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The Institution (title pending)	By : ninvamphelia Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Roxas remembered what happened last month, in a painkiller-fueled dream. Through haziness and doubtful images, he remembered the event that ultimately ended Kairi’s life.
Class was over, same as usual. The students dispersed with friends or crushes, scuttling out of Mr. Eros’ classroom. Sora, Roxas, and their clique were the last to leave as they listened to Riku telling a story about basketball practice. Roxas made yet another excuse to stay behind while focusing on his desk. Sora was confused by his brother’s sudden shyness but didn’t turn down his request. He shooed the others away before saying goodbye, just to receive a half-hearted farewell. Only Roxas and Mr. Eros remained. The teacher stacked some unchecked papers into a manila folder serving as the replacement for his forgotten briefcase. Roxas, shielded by his hoodie, slumped into his seat to unsuccessfully hide himself from Mr. Eros. He just needed to stay in the classroom long enough for the school to empty, finally giving him time alone. He loved his brother, but he couldn’t deal with Sora’s cluelessness about Kairi much longer. How could Sora not see what kind of person she was?
“Roxas?” Mr. Eros spoke up, breaking his student’s train of thought. “Your friends are leaving without you.You should probably hurry.”
Roxas was unmoved.
“Roxas?” he called again. A worried look twisted his handsome features when the blond still didn’t answer. He glanced over to the door, which stood open to the empty hallway, and a thought crossed his mind.
Roxas’ blue eyes slowly swiveled upward as a shadow fell over him. Mr. Eros stood before his desk, smiling down at him and looking somewhat… eager. The teen looked around himself and found they were now completely alone; there were no lingering students or teachers in the halls, either. He sighed and faced his teacher.
“I don’t like hanging around a girl…” he answered sheepishly. He didn’t need the man to ask. Mr. Eros pulled up a chair and sat with his student while he continued.
“She’s a nasty witch, always causing trouble with her insensitive comments and...and her snide remarks, and…” His sentence trailed off as Mr. Eros’ hand was placed over his. He looked to the man with complete confusion, and met a dazzling, yet intimidating smile.
“I know how teenage girls are,” he said in a low, husky voice. “They were awful to me at your age. But I found that I could always talk to my teachers. I’ll gladly be your confidant… Why don’t you come over to my place and we can talk about this more? You’re also falling behind in your work, so I could give some tutoring as well.”
Roxas gave him a long, hard stare. While his grades said otherwise, he wasn’t a stupid kid. He was fully aware of what the man intended, and yet he didn’t want to tell him no. Instead, against his better judgement, he flashed him a smile and nodded.
“I’d love that,” he answered as he rose from his chair and gathered his books.
Roxas awoke suddenly to the blaring alarm on his phone. With a groan he reached over and smacked it into submission. The reach exposed the bandages on his forearm that he’d forgotten about. He laid in silence for a while, focusing on them, before nodding off to sleep again. A knock on his bedroom door interrupted him yet again.
“Roxas, get up! You’re going to be late again if you don’t,” Sora called through the door. When his brother didn’t answer, Sora took initiative and barged inside.
“I said ‘get up’!” he yelled, grabbing the blanket off his brother and throwing it to the floor.
“Fuck off, Sora. I’m not going…” Roxas muttered, covering his face with a pillow. Despite rescuing him from what happened yesterday, Sora still caused it in the first place, and that was a hard thing to forgive. It took a night to himself, away from Sora’s apologies, for Roxas to determine how messed up the whole situation was. Sora sighed, already tired again.
“Roxas, what’s going on with you? This isn’t like you. I mean, no one likes school but lately you don’t like anything… Even before...Kairi...happened, you just stopped caring. I’m worried about you, but-”
“I don’t need your pity party this early in the morning.” Roxas interrupted. A moment passed, then Roxas felt something soft land on him. Curious, he peeked back and found an irritated Sora.
“Why won’t you just talk to me? Why do you have to act like no one is there for you? I saved you from death, I picked you up from the internship because I was worried about you, and I’m still worried about you because of what bad shape you’re in, yet you still brush me off. This is getting ridiculous, Roxas. …You know what, do what you want.” Sora left the room in a huff, slamming his brother’s door behind him. Roxas sighed and laid back down, burying his face in the pillow. He wasn’t planning on going to school anyway.
The blond jumped when the chime of his phone woke him again. He looked around, dazed and confused. He must’ve fallen back asleep and didn’t realize it… His phone chimed again and he reached for it without looking. After failing a couple times, he finally found it and brought it to him.
The message was from the one he’d dreamt of, Mr. Eros. He read it twice, squinted, then rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t sure he was reading it right. He read again with cleared vision and sighed. No, he read it right. At first it seemed innocent enough, a worried teacher wondering where his student was. But the rest of it wasn’t so pure. He was asking if, once again, Roxas would like some company, which was code for more nefarious deeds between them. The blond scoffed and tossed the phone aside, remembering where his dream had left off.
Mr. Eros’ home was large, yet quaint. It was oddly well kept, for a single man. Roxas was instructed to go into the living room and make himself comfortable while his teacher got them some drinks. The blond should’ve been worried, but simply nodded and did as told. He sat in an old recliner, which was very plush and way too large for him, and scanned the area. What he noticed first was the home was void of any pictures, family or otherwise, which was incredibly odd. Most people had at least a picture of a dead family member somewhere… Next was that the home was spotless, as if Mr. Eros did nothing but clean while he was alone… Well, he supposed the man could’ve hired a maid.
“Here you are,” Mr. Eros said, offering Roxas a glass of water and dragging him from his thoughts. The blond smiled and thanked him, taking the glass with both hands. The older male lingered for a moment, his smile broadening, before sitting close in an opposite chair he pulled closer.
“You’re quite the charmer, Roxas,” he started while his student took a sip. “Why are you always alone?”
“I… choose to be, I guess,” he lied. Mr. Eros caught on and he sighed. “My brother’s best friend, or, girlfriend, I don’t really know… I told you, she’s evil. But since I’m friends with everyone my brother is friends with, I can’t really escape her…”
Mr. Eros smiled at him, as if he understood. “I know what that’s like, being treated unfairly for no real reason… But I’ll tell you a secret. There’s always at least one person you can escape to.” While he was speaking, his hand had made its way onto Roxas’ thigh, and was currently traveling inward. Roxas looked down at it, then back at him, and his mind momentarily went blank.
I should run… He told himself, as Mr. Eros closed the distance between them.
I should run… He repeated, then, I should get the hell out of here and tell someone… As his lips moved with the man’s.
But I don’t want to…
In the present Roxas stared at himself, naked, in his bathroom mirror. Bruises and cuts covered his pale skin. He sighed for the millionth time that morning as he started up the shower. The rest of the morning played out as usual: shower, get dressed, eat a little, and watch some television before school. It was much later than normal and he should’ve been in homeroom instead of his living room. He remembered the text and ran upstairs to answer his teacher.
Sorry, I’ve met someone more interesting. He sent with a grin. Roxas hoped the man suffered. He looked up into the shiny reflective glass of his computer screen and wondered when he’d become so cynical. Maybe Sora was on to something… He brushed it off. His brother was never right about anything. He loved Kairi, after all.
But he wasn’t exactly lying to Mr. Eros, either. He had planned, while in the shower, to return to the Institution to negotiate with its leader.
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