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Finding Lost Dreams	By : Lanie12777 Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12745 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its characters, nor do I make any profit from this story.

Thanks to Sephirothlover845, my co-author. She wrote half of this, if it wasn�t for her help this chapter would still be sitting on my computer. Thank you Kirie!! *hugs* Merry Christmas everyone!^__^

Chapter 8

Sora walked slowly to his bedroom window as he heard the sound of a car door closing. His brow furrowed in confusion as he recognized his father�s silver sedan in the driveway; he glanced at the clock, seeing that his father was home earlier than usual. The sound of the front door closing and Max�s voice calling Sora�s name brought a sigh to the brunette�s lips as he unlocked his bedroom door. Closing the portal silently behind him, the teen made his way down the stairs to the living room where his father waited for him.

Dark brown eyes stared at the pale form of Sora. The boy had lost quite a bit of weight; although Sora had never really been all that big, the weight he�d lost made him almost gaunt. How could I not have noticed? Max questioned himself. He studied his son closely, something he�d rarely done. Sora�s coloring, the chocolate-brown hair and azure blue eyes, his peachy-toned skin, reminded Max so much of Anya, Sora�s mother. It irked him so much at first that he took after her so much in looks, but he�d realized it had affected his feelings for Sora, and he refused to do that anymore. The boy had already been abandoned by his mother; he couldn�t let him be neglected by his one remaining parent simply because he resembled the bitch that birthed him.

�Sora, I know we�ve never really talked before, and that�s my fault. But I need to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me.� Sora stared at his father after sitting down on the leather couch across from Max, who was seated on the edge of the matching ottoman he�d pulled close to Sora. Max paused for a moment, trying to form the words he wanted to say. He knew he needed to tread carefully with Sora, and not act like the defense attorney he was and was cross-examining a witness.

�I know Xemnas has been here several times when I�ve been at work, has he�� Sora�s face paled as he finally understood what Max was trying to ask. �Has he ever� touched you? Made any inappropriate advances towards you?� Max paused a moment, taking in the tense set of Sora�s shoulders as he noticed the brunette�s hands ball into tight fists on his lap.

Sora sat in shock. How did he find out? Tears came unbidden to his eyes, and he turned his head away, hoping Max wouldn�t notice. He�d scooted closer to the edge of the couch so he was now perched precariously on the front of the cushion. Shame coursed through him at the thought of his father knowing his secret. He couldn�t look at Max, fearing to see disgust in his features. But after a few minutes he felt anger take over. His father never bothered to even ask how he was, or cared to know how his day at school went, or even what was going on in his life. What right did he have now to suddenly act like he cared?

Jumping up, Sora faced his father, though he still wouldn�t look him in the eye. �Why do you care? You�ve never given a shit about me, always leaving me by myself, and you choose now to act like a concerned parent?!� he yelled, his chest heaving as he panted, rage washing over him. A part of him knew he shouldn�t be screaming at Max when he was just trying to help him, but his anger, fear and shame of Xemnas� assault had manifested into him basically being defensive to protect himself. He was so tired of being scared of Xemnas, hell anyone, attacking him that he felt he was being driven past his limits. He couldn�t eat, he hardly slept, he stayed in a constant state of fear of being hurt again. Sora was simply tired.

Turning, Sora ran out of the living room, his feet pounding up the stairs as he made his way to his room. His bedroom door slammed loudly, the click of the lock echoing in the silence.

Max stood in stunned shock; never had Sora ever cursed in front of him, much less yelled or even raised his voice. His hands clenched violently by his sides; if he�d had any doubts whatsoever about Xemnas hurting Sora, they�d just been erased. Gritting his teeth, Max slowly headed to his home office. Xemnas would pay, he�d make sure of it. He knew the law, and since so much time has passed and Sora never reported anything to the police, there wasn�t much he could do legally, especially if Sora refused to press charges. He�d just have to handle things in his own way.

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The next day, just after arriving at work, Max stood in the doorway of Xemnas� office, studying the man he�d considered his friend in stoic silence. The pale-haired man was currently on the phone, his chair facing slightly away from Max. He soon finished his conversation, placing the phone back into its cradle and gracing the older man with a slight smirk.

�Hello, Max. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today?� Max visibly bristled, shutting the door as he walked to the desk. Keep your cool, he�s just trying to bait you, he thought as he strove to remain calm. But damn it was hard, especially with the way Xemnas smiled at him like he knew exactly why Max was there.

Eyes narrowed, Max glared at Xemnas as he strode to the front of the large oak desk. Xemnas� office was decorated very similarly to Max�s own, the main difference being the absence of a rug on the floor, and his desk and shelving done in lighter shades of wood. He had a few more books in the bookcase and more eclectic pieces of art, and there were no pictures evident anywhere. In all the office was a clean, sterile room bearing little warmth.

Once reaching the desk, Max slammed his hands down onto the hard wood surface, leaning towards the white-haired man. Hard brown met cold honey as their eyes clashed. �I�m only going to say this once,� Max gritted out, menace lacing his tone, �stay the hell away from my son.� He backed up, never taking his gaze from Xemnas� face. A silent battle waged between the two men as they faced off, Max wanting nothing more than to plow his fist into the tan features before him.

Chuckling lightly and raising his hands in the air in mock surrender, Xemnas pushed his chair away from its previous position and rose gracefully to his feet. His smirk grew wider as he witnessed the anger radiating off of the older man. He moved around the edge of the furniture to lean against the front of his desk, crossing his ankles and settling himself comfortably as he stared mockingly at Max. His navy Armani suit jacket was draped over the back of his tan leather swivel chair, leaving him clad in his matching pants and a pristine white button-up shirt. The sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, his forearms bare but for the plain gold watch on his left wrist. His arms were crossed over his chest, his whole demeanor seeming to laugh at the situation.

�Max, Max, Max,� he sighed, shaking his head, his pale hair flowing fluidly around him. �Didn�t your parents ever tell you that threatening your friends isn�t nice?�

Max growled, his fists clenching and unclenching at the patronizing tone. He was trying his best to stay calm and not beat the shit out of the man in front of him. Xemnas thought he was so cool, by being all calm and mocking. But if he kept it up Max wasn�t going to hold back, he was going to give in to his urges; to put it simply, turn Xemnas black and blue.

�I�m going to tell you this only once more, so listen and listen good,� he stated. �Any friendship we had is over. If you ever come near my son again I will be the least of your worries.� He made sure to pronounce every word slowly; if Xemnas didn�t get his point he was dumber than he thought.

�And who said you had me worried?� He raised his eyebrows and leaned back, letting his hands support his weight.

Max wanted to punch something so bad, the urge to just make something, anything, bloody was so great right now, he had to pat himself on the back for controlling it.

�You better watch it Xemnas,� he warned. �You won�t know how, you won�t know where, and you won�t know when, but I will get revenge, and it will be so much worse than what you did to my son.�

Xemnas chuckled, amused. �You just told me you were going to do it; stupid, stupid move.� He paused. �Now what�s stopping me from going to the cops?�

�I�m not stupid Xemnas, I have thought of that.� He laughed out loud. �Tell me, what are you going to tell the cops, you have no proof. And I�m sure they�d love to know what you did to my underage son.� Max grinned at him as he saw Xemnas� cool mask falter. He would leave for now, but he wouldn�t stop. Not until he broke Xemnas and he confessed to what he did. He would pay for what he�d done to Sora.

Max�s grin fell as he sent Xemnas a warning glare and turned to leave, but not before Xemnas got in a last dig of his own. His strange-colored eyes glinted maliciously at the dark-haired man.

�Oh, Max, by the way, your son was great; really tight, hot, and shit does he move just right.� His voice lowered to a mocking purr, �He�s one hell of a screamer.�

Max�s eyes widened and his smirk dropped, blind rage building up in his chest and nearly suffocating him, and without even looking back he walked swiftly out of there, slamming the door hard into the wall as he strode past. He knew he had to leave or else he would kill Xemnas right then and there, and then where would Sora be?

Marching into his office, Max grabbed his car keys and overcoat then brusquely informed his secretary that he was leaving for the day. Taking the elevator to the lower parking deck where his car was, he angrily sat in the driver�s seat for countless minutes, trying to calm down. Xemnas�s words rang in his ears, confirming his fears about what had happened to Sora. Max beat his fists on the steering wheel, wishing it were Xemnas� face instead. �Fuck!� he yelled, his anger draining out of him at the remembrance of his son�s face when he�d confronted him. Max slumped wearily in his seat, eyes closed and head tilted back on the headrest as he now fought tears. Thoughts and regrets swirled around his brain, taunting him. Maybe if he�d been a better father, he wouldn�t have left Sora alone. If he�d paid more attention to his son, then he could�ve perhaps seen the early signs of Xemnas� sick obsession with Sora. Should have�s and what if�s mocked him, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it now. All he could do was try to help Sora in any way he can, and make sure to keep that bastard away from him.

Starting the car, Max pulled out and quickly left the building, maneuvering into midday traffic, oblivious to the furious golden eyes watching him leave from five stories above.

　

AN: Sorry for the wait! Next chapter, Sora goes back to school, he and Riku will interact more, and Wakka and Lulu make an appearance. Not really sure when the next chapter will be done, I need to work on my other story, so it will probably be January or February before it�s posted.
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