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The House of Chanterelle	By : HarliqueenNight Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: i've had this story revamped on ff.net so i decided i'd post it here since i know adult-fanfiction.org appreciates a good saucy story! I'll be updating this soon as I can get the majority of walking out on destiny done!
The House of Chanterelle
Chanterelle's Kiss – a colorless odorless poison that is said to cause blissful illusions before the victim dies.
Prologue
"Pulled from the Wreckage"
The rain bore down on the darkened city streets as the fall storms rolled in relentlessly. The world was gray as it had been since September with no real color penetrating the dullness. Midday was a strange time for lives to change. Usually great changes came overnight or during the wee hours of the morning. But no, this change came when the sun should have been high in the sky but was blotted out by the angry black clouds. This change came when the lightning struck hard splitting sky painfully in two like a cleaving knife. Separation was the theme, a broken home was the place, a rainy afternoon was the time, and the players were already present.
In the upstairs window of an old rundown house sat the stoic blond haired boy watching the storm roll by with guarded eyes usually blue as the sky but now reflecting his gray surroundings. There was the weak brunette whose hair was akin to cinnamon sat in bed rocking madly, his whimpers breaking the reigning silence. They were skinny, weak and overall helpless in their situations. Why? Well, the weak brunette and the stoic blonde were the victims of an addicted mother.
As twins, the addiction should've killed them both. By the grace of god, they were born alive, barely, but alive. Their mother had gone clean during the first two years of their lives but soon her new live-in boyfriend turned back the clock for her. By the time they were fourteen the evil man had turned them on to it. It was strange, how the subtle pain in the blonde and racking agony in the brunette went away from just one little shot in the alleyway. The blonde craved the heroine but he only took it in small doses when he could steal it from their mother. The weak brunette had carried the addiction in the worst way. Since he was born he was weaker, sicker one and now feeding the addiction was the only thing that often kept him stable. They had both been trapped for a long time.
Finally, the blond had had enough. He decided that he needed to make his brother strong enough to help him beat the addiction. So he fought hard with himself using the fact that his brother needed him more than the needle to fight the monster that had been consuming them through their entire lives. He won. He'd stayed clean for a few months now and though it had been hard as hell not to pick up that needle that had been sitting so invitingly in his mother's room, he'd made it. Now he sat silently as his brother had gone through the withdrawal for nearly two days now. He'd fought hard against the blonde. He'd punched and kicked him trying to get ot the hidden stash in their mother's room. He had begged and pleaded claiming he'd do anything his brother had wanted just to get it back. Now, the brunette had resigned himself to be buried in his own mind as his own willpower warred with his will to submit. Finally after another hour, the brunette lay silent on the bed, clinging to a pillow and trembling violently.
"Roxas?"
The blond turned away from the window and looked into the dulled blue eyes of his twin with a careful smile. He wanted to show that he was still there, still around. His brother didn't deserve to go through this alone.
"Yeah, Sora?"
"I…I think…I'm thirsty…" he said hoarsely.
The blonde's smile became more sincere as he got up from his seat by the window. "Then I'll get you some water. I hid some at the back of the fridge. Just try to stay awake until I get back okay."
Sora nodded weakly. "Hurry back."
Roxas ventured outside of the room checking the hallways for any noise. Silence, good, they were still out. He left the room closing it tightly behind him before walking downstairs cautiously. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he was scared stiff of finding someone in the house, mainly their mother. He confidently went into the kitchen when no one ambushed him and got a bottle of water for Sora that he had saved up for him. Roxas had become one hell of a theif thanks to circumstance and used what money he got to pay for food and water for him and his brother. Even with the addiction so bad he never forgot his need for simple nourishment. He never forgot his need for simple nourishment because he had to remember for the both of them.
He came back upstairs to Sora haphazardly leaning against the wall. Roxas sat o the bed and opened the bottle for his brother pressing it to his chapped lips so that he could drink. He tilted it a bit and was happy to see Sora able to drink it without gagging. He was even happier when Sora tried to guzzle the water down but he had to stop him before he ended up choking.
"Easy, Sor," he warned. "Don't want to overdo it."
"Right," he whispered weakly. Sora fell forward and rested his head on Roxas's chest as his trembling continued. "Is it okay for me to sleep now, Rox?"
"Yeah," he said putting the bottle aside for later. "Go ahead and get some sleep. Maybe I can get you into real food tomorrow."
"I miss soup. You know the real stuff with noddles and stuff," Sora murmured tiredly. "Can I have soup?"
"Yeah of course you can. I promise I'll get you some soup when you get better enough."
"Thanks Rox." Sora's eyes closed as he fell into the first peaceful sleep since he had started his withdrawals. "I love you."
Roxas laughed a little. "Love you too, Sor."
It wasn't long before Roxas had drifted off as well. This proved to be a mistake on his part and he hadn't realized until he and Sora were knocked violently out of bed. Sora cried out in pain and Roxas grunted but was over Sora quickly to protect him. He stared up at the tall figure of his mother's boyfriend. He spat at them trying to kick them apart though Roxas kept a tight grip on Sora.
"Two faggots been in my stash again haven't you?"
Roxas let out a grunt of pain as the shoe connected with his side. "We haven't been in anything, you son of bitch!" he spat. "Go to that whore of yours. She'll know."
He yanked Roxas up by his hair forcing him to let go of Sora who tried to hold on to him. He go the same bottle of water thrown in his face. "You've been selling my shit to buy food for your whore of a brother again haven't you!"
"Let me go!" Roxas screamed kicking at the man. He knew the man wouldn't let him go and that was how he wanted it. He had to keep the man's attention off Sora who cowered by the bed.
"Baby, look, I found it!" his mother leaned against the door with her clothes handing off her. She was already buzzed; he could see it in her eyes. She held up the paper bag that Roxas had fought hard to keep Sora away from. "Come on, they ain't worth it."
"Shut up! Don't tell me what to do!" Roxas was thrown down and he slid a bit hitting hi head against the bed. Sora's arms were around him quickly and he buried his face in Roxas's chest.
"Don't fucking talk to me like that!" she spat. "they ain't took none of it cuz Roxie thinks he's clean and he's been tryin to get Sora to follow along with him!"
No! Roxas pulled Sora behind him and used his body to shield him from the narrow eyes of the man who had kindled their addiction. He smirked and painfull grabbed Roxas by his arm, yanking him to his feet.
"So you tryin' to skip out on us, blondie?"
"Sora deserves better than this, you asshole! Leave him alone!"
"Oh did you ask Sora if he wanted to get off the ride, Roxie?"
He saw his mother out the corner of his eye approach Sora and put him on the bed. They laughed at how Sora struggled weakly unable to do much of anything in his state while his own mother pinned him down.
"That's it babe! Show the little fairy that he still likes to fly!"
Roxas punched him in the face the minute he saw his mother take a tourniquet out of the bag and tie it to Sora's already abused arm. When the man was dazed by the sudden attack, Roxas broke loose and tried to pull his mother away from him. He only got a hairs reach from her before he was yanked away from him and knocked to the floor. A boot was put into his back to keep him from rising and all he could do was struggle on the floor like a bug while that evil bastard laughed. His eyes grew wide when he saw the mounth his mother prepared in the syringe. He struggled to get up and shouted at her. She was too high! She didn't know what the hell she was doing!
"Mom! Stop! Please, that's too much! You'll kill him!"
"Fuck you, kid!" she snapped. "I've been doing this since before you two were born! I know what I'm doing and I know what my little baby Sora likes!"
"Stop!" Roxas shouted to no avail. He could only watch as his own mother, the woman who'd bore them, slid the needle into Sora's vein and threw a week's worth of work down the drain. She got off him then and Sora lay there trembling. Then…he began to convulse.
Their mother shrugged. "Awe looks like he couldn't take it. Look, he's taking bad to it."
"Fuck him, let him die. One less brat to worry about!"
Roxas felt the weight on his back lifted. His eyes were full of tears for his brother as he was pulled to his feet and forced to face the man.
"When he dies, take him out back and dump him in the trash where he belongs!"
Roxas said nothing and the two of them laughed their way out of the room. Ignoring the throbbing in his spine he threw himself on to the bed and began patting Sora's face. HE gasped when he saw the brunette's nose began to bleed and his pupils were at needle point. A doctor, he thought frantically. He had to get him to a doctor. Using what was left of his strength he wrapped Sora in the blanket and carried him out of that hellhole. He stumbled through the run down ghetto never realizing how far the local clinic was until now. Sora just wouldn't stop shaking and Roxas's heart wouldn't stop pounding. He was short of breath and week from the pain in his back but he pushed on. He had to make it. He took a short cut thought the alley behind their house. It was fastest and ironically safest. He tripped over some garbage sending him and Sora to the ground. He groaned and lifted himself up cradling Sora in his arms. The rain caused the blood coming from his nose to run all over his face and his eyes had closed. Roxas shook his head and held Sora to him as he felt for his brother's heart. There was barely a beat. They weren't going to make it there…
"Sora, please, we're almost there!" Roxas cried into Sora's hair. He was too lost in his own anguish to notice the shadow looming over him.
"Are you alright?" a sweet melodic voice filled his ears cutting through the sorrow.
Roxas's head sapped up to look at the stranger who held an umbrella over them. It was a woman with impossibly light blond hair and amber tinted eyes that sparked with almost inhuman light. Her skin was like porcelain and glowed in the dreary shadow of the day. She wore a white coat wrapped securely around her and her pretty boots kept her feet from being touched by the rain. She smiled and knelt down in front of them not letting her legs touch the puddle ridden ground. She eyed Roxas's face as if inspecting it and then she looked down at Sora and pity came to her eyes.
"Such beautiful children and pure souls," she brushed Sora's cheek as his breathing all but stopped. "Such a waste…"
Roxas held out Sora to her, begging. "Please…please ma'am. Help us! I'll do anything, just please don't let Sora die."
She was taken aback by his offer but she smiled warmly and apologetically. "Dear child, you don't know what you ask of me."
"I don't care! If you can save him, please do it! Our mother made him OD on heroin and I'm too weak to get him to the clinic for help. He's dying! Please, I'll do whatever you want! Just do something!"
She touched Sora's face again admiring his beauty. "Two injured butterflies in a dirty back alley crying to me of all people for help." She sighed and smiled grimly. "How old are you and he, child?"
"We're sixteen!"
"Sixteen…just barely of age." She took Sora into her arms and tilted his head back. "I will help you and save him first. But you will not attack me for what I am about to do. Swear you will remain where you are and I will save your Sora."
Roxas nodded frantically. "I swear! Please hurry, he's dying!"
"None have ever died in my arms," she whispered. She leaned forward and kissed Sora's nose gently as a sort of greeting. Amazingly the brunette calmed down a bit as if he sensed the benevolent presence near him. "Let this passing pain put you at peace so that you may never know pain again."
She held Sora close to her and pushed his shirt away from his neck. Slowly and gently she bit into the brunette's neck. She…was some kind of sick vampire freak! Roxas's eyes were wide with horror and he fought hard to move but something told him to stay where was. The promise held him there and be still. He didn't know whether he was scared or fascinated or just very hopeful that somehow this was helping his brother. This angel had come to them and offered them help when she could've just left them to die. He had to trust her.
The woman sucked away the tainted blood that flowed through Sora's veins. She had to fight to keep from gagging on the taste of such filth contaminating sweet and innocent blood such as this. Every now and then she pulled away and spat the dirty blood onto the concrete. She kept going until all she tasted was pure clean blood. The boy was ghostly pale by then. She was amazed that the boy still breathed. He was strong. He possessed the will to power which was much stronger than a will to survive. That alone was the true trait of her kind. She laid Sora partially on the ground and lifted up the sleeve to her raincoat. Using her fangs she tore into her own wrist.
"Boy?" she called softly through blood tainted lips.
Roxas snapped out of his terrified gaze and looked at the woman. She held Sora's head for him and the message was clear. He reached out hesitantly and opened Sora's mouth. He turned away when the blood began to poor into the brunette's mouth and cringed when he heard his brother swallow. He jumped and snapped back to attention when Sora suddenly moved on his own. He rose up to bite into the wrist that hovered above him. Roxas backed away and looked between hher and his brother. She pulled her wrist away and Sora whined a bit. Her wrist sealed itself and she shook her arm so that her sleave would fall back over it. She then looked at Roxas.
"Do not be Frightened by him, Roxas," she said soothingly.
"How did you know my name? what did you do to him!"
"I only did what you asked of me. He even told me your name and about your mother. Your memories are now my memories. Look, he is alright now."
Sora's eyes slowly opened and he stared at the sky in a strange sort of high. With a slow blink he began to sit up and was amazed by himself. He moved of his own strength and those once dull blue eyes were bright and blue as a clear sky. His skin was healthy and beautiful just like it was when they had been little. He looked at Roxas and smiled throwing himself into his brother's arms. Roxas was in too much shock but hesitantly he returned the hug. He was so warm…and alive!
"Sora…" was all he said before he buried his face into Sora's hair.
The woman smiled serenely at them. "I'm afraid my blood was not enough, Roxas."
"What?" he felt Sora nuzzle him.
"Roxas, I'm still thirsty," Sora moaned against his throat.
Roxas wasn't stupid and it didn't take him long to figure out what the woman meant. "I get it; you wanted us both, right?"
The woman shook her head. "This was your choice. If you do not wish to be like him then I will take him but you will have to sta-"
"NO!" he snapped. "Wherever we go, we go together!"
"Very well. Then let him feed Roxas. Let him feed and then I can take you both. Let him feed and bind you together forever."
He flinched a little when he felt Sora nibble at his throat lightly. "Who…are you?"
"I'm called Valkyrie."
"Val-AH!" he cried out when Sora sunk his teeth into his neck. "Sora!"
He felt a sudden high come on, endorphins racing through his bloodstream. Something cold and strange was filling him from where Sora bit him and he felt so tired suddenly. His blue eyes dulled and slid shut, slumping down against the wall. Sora panicked when he realized that Roxas was no longer moving and he looked to Valkyrie in fear. She soothed him and explained gently until he came to understanding. It took only a moment for her to show him how to keep them united forever.
That night, Valkyrie walked into the House of Chanterelle with two beautiful butterflies to add to her house of fantasies.
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