Memories: Remnants of a Smile
Rating: 13+
Character Pairing: Sora/Reader
Status: Completed
Summary: There are moments in our lives that should never be forgotten and each one of those moments must always come with a smile.
Character Pairing: Sora/Reader
Status: Completed
Summary: There are moments in our lives that should never be forgotten and each one of those moments must always come with a smile.
The one portrait of you
“Are you almost done, [your name]?” Sora whined for the umpteenth time. His nose was beginning to itch and the smile plastered on his face was probably frozen by now. “I've been sitting here since noon!”
“Yea, yea, Sora. Almost, hold still for a sec, won't ya?” you muttered, picking up the blue chalk after throwing down the brown.
After a while, Sora gave up on the pose, relaxing his head against the rocks. You didn't bother to protest. You were almost done with the drawing anyways. The smiling boy in the picture looked nothing like him though.
While you made Sora sit across from you, telling him to pout cutely, the chalk drawing was smiling like an idiot with just his side profile. Nevertheless, you were proud of yourself, soaking in the glory of being the “artist” of your kindergarten class. Finally when the blue-eyed boy looked over your shoulder, he gasped indignantly, “HEY!! What did you do?! That doesn't even look like me!”
“I'm not done yet!” you blushed, pushing him back to the spot. “Get over there... or else.”
“Or else what?”
“I'll give you cooties.”
Sora closed his eyes for a while, as if gauging the extent of your threat, before sticking his tongue out and folding his arms. “I dare you."
“Yea, yea, Sora. Almost, hold still for a sec, won't ya?” you muttered, picking up the blue chalk after throwing down the brown.
After a while, Sora gave up on the pose, relaxing his head against the rocks. You didn't bother to protest. You were almost done with the drawing anyways. The smiling boy in the picture looked nothing like him though.
While you made Sora sit across from you, telling him to pout cutely, the chalk drawing was smiling like an idiot with just his side profile. Nevertheless, you were proud of yourself, soaking in the glory of being the “artist” of your kindergarten class. Finally when the blue-eyed boy looked over your shoulder, he gasped indignantly, “HEY!! What did you do?! That doesn't even look like me!”
“I'm not done yet!” you blushed, pushing him back to the spot. “Get over there... or else.”
“Or else what?”
“I'll give you cooties.”
Sora closed his eyes for a while, as if gauging the extent of your threat, before sticking his tongue out and folding his arms. “I dare you."
The two of us
A hand brushed over the rock, dusting away time to reveal an old drawing. The corners of his lips curved upwards, remembering the events that has happened since that drawing. Now it's time for him to complete it, he thought while pulling the “borrowed” box of chalk from his pocket.
Fifteen minutes later, he finally understood why it took a five-year-old two hours to draw something that didn't even look like him! Your hands must have been too weak to darken the lines. Snickering softly, he ran his hand over the barely finished outline of you. Folding his arms, he closed his eyes, trying to imagine what the picture would look like if he was doing that.
If you were there, you'd be able to draw it, the scene as he saw it in his mind and the future. If you were there, you'd call him cheap for not buying a ring. His cheeks dusted with pink at the thought of such ideas. There's no way you would accept such a clumsy proposal, but for now, it'll have to do until he gets the real thing. Jumping as he heard your voice calling him from outside the cavern, Sora worked faster as it grew louder.
“Sora! Are you in here?”
“Just a minute, [your name]. Almost done,” he replied, brusquely throwing down the green chalk for the yellow. “Don't come in yet.”
“What are you doing?” you asked. “Are you in there with my chalks?”
Sora scribbled faster, hearing your footsteps quicken. He shouldn't have said anything. If he ever tried to hide anything, no doubt you'd do whatever you can to find out what it is. Finally when you reached the clearing, Sora had his back against the rock, smiling nervously while trying to shove the yellow chalk into his pocket.
“Hey, [your name], you ready to go?”
“What were you doing?” you asked again, narrowing your eyes suspiciously while trying to peer over his shoulder.
Sora straightened up, fixing the leaves behind him so they'd conveniently cover whatever he had just drew. Before you could protest any further, he pecked your lips, intertwining his hand with yours before leading you out of the cavern. You could barely hold a glare against him when he smiled innocently, “I'll show you when I'm done.”
Fifteen minutes later, he finally understood why it took a five-year-old two hours to draw something that didn't even look like him! Your hands must have been too weak to darken the lines. Snickering softly, he ran his hand over the barely finished outline of you. Folding his arms, he closed his eyes, trying to imagine what the picture would look like if he was doing that.
If you were there, you'd be able to draw it, the scene as he saw it in his mind and the future. If you were there, you'd call him cheap for not buying a ring. His cheeks dusted with pink at the thought of such ideas. There's no way you would accept such a clumsy proposal, but for now, it'll have to do until he gets the real thing. Jumping as he heard your voice calling him from outside the cavern, Sora worked faster as it grew louder.
“Sora! Are you in here?”
“Just a minute, [your name]. Almost done,” he replied, brusquely throwing down the green chalk for the yellow. “Don't come in yet.”
“What are you doing?” you asked. “Are you in there with my chalks?”
Sora scribbled faster, hearing your footsteps quicken. He shouldn't have said anything. If he ever tried to hide anything, no doubt you'd do whatever you can to find out what it is. Finally when you reached the clearing, Sora had his back against the rock, smiling nervously while trying to shove the yellow chalk into his pocket.
“Hey, [your name], you ready to go?”
“What were you doing?” you asked again, narrowing your eyes suspiciously while trying to peer over his shoulder.
Sora straightened up, fixing the leaves behind him so they'd conveniently cover whatever he had just drew. Before you could protest any further, he pecked your lips, intertwining his hand with yours before leading you out of the cavern. You could barely hold a glare against him when he smiled innocently, “I'll show you when I'm done.”
Three years
“Keep your eyes closed,” he hummed while pulling up inside with him, one hand at your waist and the other draped over your eyes. “Be careful.”
You smiled, trying not to ruin the surprise as you would habitually have. You knew what he was doing, despite his attempt to be mysterious. Finally he came to a stop behind you, causing you to fall slightly back against his chest. A noise rumbled in his throat next to your ear, as if trying to bring whatever words he wanted to say out into light.
“Okay, [your name], you can open your eyes now...” he whispered, releasing the curtain of his fingers from your eyes.
Your eyes widened. It was better than you expected, and perhaps better than anything you could have drawn in kindergarten. Sora had darkened the lines of the chalk drawings before he took the photo, so that they could be seen. The side profile of him giving you the paopu fruit nearly made you cry, because you couldn't believe the implications of the image. There was no way--
“Marry me...” he whispered into your ear. He had somehow slipped the ring onto your finger when you weren't paying attention. “I know I may not have the highest paying job right now and I don't have the fanciest apartment, but I promise, I'll make you happy.”
Your heart wanted to explode with happiness, but all you could manage between sobs were: “It's been three years, do you think I wouldn't believe you?”
You smiled, trying not to ruin the surprise as you would habitually have. You knew what he was doing, despite his attempt to be mysterious. Finally he came to a stop behind you, causing you to fall slightly back against his chest. A noise rumbled in his throat next to your ear, as if trying to bring whatever words he wanted to say out into light.
“Okay, [your name], you can open your eyes now...” he whispered, releasing the curtain of his fingers from your eyes.
Your eyes widened. It was better than you expected, and perhaps better than anything you could have drawn in kindergarten. Sora had darkened the lines of the chalk drawings before he took the photo, so that they could be seen. The side profile of him giving you the paopu fruit nearly made you cry, because you couldn't believe the implications of the image. There was no way--
“Marry me...” he whispered into your ear. He had somehow slipped the ring onto your finger when you weren't paying attention. “I know I may not have the highest paying job right now and I don't have the fanciest apartment, but I promise, I'll make you happy.”
Your heart wanted to explode with happiness, but all you could manage between sobs were: “It's been three years, do you think I wouldn't believe you?”
Fourth wheel
The silver-haired man cleared his throat, nudging at the little body next to his to imitate his gesture. When the three-year-old clumsily did so, you raised an eyebrow at your son from across the table before savoring one final kiss with your husband. Returning to your dinner, you mumbled, “There's no need to point out the obvious, Riku.”
“Is this what you subject Roxas to everyday? No wonder the poor kid asked me if I had anyone with me the moment I stepped into the door. You'd think he's traumatized for being neglected everyday.”
“I'm not--” Roxas started.
“It's okay, Roxas. Uncle Riku's got your back,” Riku assured him.
Sora frowned thoughtfully, leaning towards his son as he asked in a hurt tone, “Do you really think that, Roxas?”
Roxas shook his head, resuming his dinner quietly. “Uncle Riku is imagining things.”
“Is this what you subject Roxas to everyday? No wonder the poor kid asked me if I had anyone with me the moment I stepped into the door. You'd think he's traumatized for being neglected everyday.”
“I'm not--” Roxas started.
“It's okay, Roxas. Uncle Riku's got your back,” Riku assured him.
Sora frowned thoughtfully, leaning towards his son as he asked in a hurt tone, “Do you really think that, Roxas?”
Roxas shook his head, resuming his dinner quietly. “Uncle Riku is imagining things.”
Five days
Deep sapphire eyes opened slowly, blinking groggily against the harsh light that flooded the room. He tried to clear the dryness in his throat, only to hear a raspy sound come out of his ears. Immediately your cold petite hands touch his large warm ones.
“Oh, god, Sora...” you murmured, kissing his lips. “You were out for five days... I was so scared...”
“[your name]... morning...” he mumbled against your lips, barely able to get a word out because of all of your kisses.
You stopped for a while, as if remembering something really important. Turning back to the blond standing away from the bed, you beckon him forward, smiling warmly as he inched towards his father. Sora gazed at his son, who simply stared timidly at him, afraid to approach his dad as if he had committed a terribly crime.
“Come here, Roxas.” Without another word, Roxas ran to him, jumping onto the bed with the help of his mother. The little boy cried in his neck, clinging on for dear life as he sobbed apologies to his father.
“I'm sorry, daddy! I'll never do it again! Don't leave me and mommy behind!”
“I know, I know,” Sora smiled warmly, patting his head full of angelic blond strands. “I love you, Roxas.”
“Oh, god, Sora...” you murmured, kissing his lips. “You were out for five days... I was so scared...”
“[your name]... morning...” he mumbled against your lips, barely able to get a word out because of all of your kisses.
You stopped for a while, as if remembering something really important. Turning back to the blond standing away from the bed, you beckon him forward, smiling warmly as he inched towards his father. Sora gazed at his son, who simply stared timidly at him, afraid to approach his dad as if he had committed a terribly crime.
“Come here, Roxas.” Without another word, Roxas ran to him, jumping onto the bed with the help of his mother. The little boy cried in his neck, clinging on for dear life as he sobbed apologies to his father.
“I'm sorry, daddy! I'll never do it again! Don't leave me and mommy behind!”
“I know, I know,” Sora smiled warmly, patting his head full of angelic blond strands. “I love you, Roxas.”
Sixth anniversary
“ROXAS! Get your socks!” you yelled from downstairs, trying to straighten your earrings.
“Coming!!!” your five-year-old responded.
While footsteps were stumping back and forth in the bedrooms upstairs, two arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You sighed, breathing in Sora's scent and basking in the way his lips caressed your neck. Slowly, his hands traveled to the back of your zipper as he murmured, “Let's not go. They can have fun without us...”
“Sora! Everyone was nice enough to throw a party for us, we have to show up.”
“They throw one for us every year and this is the sixth one. I swear it's Kairi getting back at me for not dating her in high school.”
You gasped when his hand touched your bare stomach, holding onto the front of the dress so that it doesn't fall forward. Turning around to glare at him, he slipped a kiss on your lips, leaning you against the wall. Moaning before you pulled away, you said, “Don't you dare think that's going to get you out of the anniversary, dear.”
“I know it's not. I'm going to enjoy my wife before my friends take up all her time on our anniversary night.”
“...daddy? What are you doing to mommy's dress?”
“Coming!!!” your five-year-old responded.
While footsteps were stumping back and forth in the bedrooms upstairs, two arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You sighed, breathing in Sora's scent and basking in the way his lips caressed your neck. Slowly, his hands traveled to the back of your zipper as he murmured, “Let's not go. They can have fun without us...”
“Sora! Everyone was nice enough to throw a party for us, we have to show up.”
“They throw one for us every year and this is the sixth one. I swear it's Kairi getting back at me for not dating her in high school.”
You gasped when his hand touched your bare stomach, holding onto the front of the dress so that it doesn't fall forward. Turning around to glare at him, he slipped a kiss on your lips, leaning you against the wall. Moaning before you pulled away, you said, “Don't you dare think that's going to get you out of the anniversary, dear.”
“I know it's not. I'm going to enjoy my wife before my friends take up all her time on our anniversary night.”
“...daddy? What are you doing to mommy's dress?”
Seventh time
“[your name], you have to believe me. I didn't do it with Kairi!” Sora clutched your arm, trying to make you look at him.
You couldn't bear it. It was midnight and this is the seventh time he has used that excuse, and especially in front of Roxas. Your five-year-old simply stared at him innocently, wondering why his mother was pushing his father out the door. Finally you had shoved Sora out of the door and shut it in front of him. Crying, you shouted, “Don't EVER show yourself in front of us again!”
“Mommie? What's wrong?” Roxas asked as he sat down on your lap, wiping your tears away with his tiny blanket.
You could never tell him why his father has been coming home late for the past seven days. He would never understand that his own father's heart has changed and his mother was no longer a part of it. Your heart ached, trying to accept such a thing, but if you didn't, Sora would stay with you forever.
“Nothing.. baby, let's go to sleep...” you sniffed, wiping the final tear away, “It's just you and me against the world now.”
You woke up the next day, not finding Roxas cradled against your chest as he has been the night before. You looked around the room, hoping to find Sora coming out of the room, freshly dressed for work. You bit back a sob, trying to forget what had happened the night before.
He's not here anymore. Just you and Roxas now.
You wanted to believe that so badly, but it was impossible.
“Mommy?” Roxas called sweetly from the doorway, “I made cereal for you.”
You smiled weakly, sitting across from him. Roxas was smiling so angelically. You wondered how he was pulling through this and wished that you could do the same. Before you can take a bite of the cereal, something cold touched your neck. Whipping around, you met with the dullest blue eyes. Sora seemed to stop breathing the moment you looked at him.
He looked terrible. Eyes red and dull, his unruly brown hair was messier than ever and he hadn't changed out of his clothes before. The necklace he held in his trembling hands, glistening in the light. There was no way he could ever afford that on his paycheck.
“It took seven days,” he whispered. “I got an extra job... worked longer hours--”
Before he could say anything else, your arms were around him, lips closed on his. When you pulled away to breathe, Roxas had started crying, wanting to be a part of the reunion his mommy and daddy was currently enacting. Sora felt lighter than a feather, kissing away the salty trails of tears that lingered on your pale cheeks the night before.
You couldn't bear it. It was midnight and this is the seventh time he has used that excuse, and especially in front of Roxas. Your five-year-old simply stared at him innocently, wondering why his mother was pushing his father out the door. Finally you had shoved Sora out of the door and shut it in front of him. Crying, you shouted, “Don't EVER show yourself in front of us again!”
“Mommie? What's wrong?” Roxas asked as he sat down on your lap, wiping your tears away with his tiny blanket.
You could never tell him why his father has been coming home late for the past seven days. He would never understand that his own father's heart has changed and his mother was no longer a part of it. Your heart ached, trying to accept such a thing, but if you didn't, Sora would stay with you forever.
“Nothing.. baby, let's go to sleep...” you sniffed, wiping the final tear away, “It's just you and me against the world now.”
You woke up the next day, not finding Roxas cradled against your chest as he has been the night before. You looked around the room, hoping to find Sora coming out of the room, freshly dressed for work. You bit back a sob, trying to forget what had happened the night before.
He's not here anymore. Just you and Roxas now.
You wanted to believe that so badly, but it was impossible.
“Mommy?” Roxas called sweetly from the doorway, “I made cereal for you.”
You smiled weakly, sitting across from him. Roxas was smiling so angelically. You wondered how he was pulling through this and wished that you could do the same. Before you can take a bite of the cereal, something cold touched your neck. Whipping around, you met with the dullest blue eyes. Sora seemed to stop breathing the moment you looked at him.
He looked terrible. Eyes red and dull, his unruly brown hair was messier than ever and he hadn't changed out of his clothes before. The necklace he held in his trembling hands, glistening in the light. There was no way he could ever afford that on his paycheck.
“It took seven days,” he whispered. “I got an extra job... worked longer hours--”
Before he could say anything else, your arms were around him, lips closed on his. When you pulled away to breathe, Roxas had started crying, wanting to be a part of the reunion his mommy and daddy was currently enacting. Sora felt lighter than a feather, kissing away the salty trails of tears that lingered on your pale cheeks the night before.
Eight little penguins
“Sora, you know they said not to take pictures of the penguins, right?” you hissed, tugging at his stubborn arm.
Your husband pulled away playfully, realigning the camera so that they caught Roxas's bored stance in front of the lens. The blond six-year-old tried to look away from the girl giggling at him. She tugged at her older brother's hand and pointed at Roxas, whispering something in his ears before they went away. You observed the scene, smiling as Roxas's cheeks dusted with pink.
“Who's that?” you asked casually.
“I don't know her. Namine's always mean to me,” he grunted, standing still so you'd fix his hair.
“Okay, Roxas, the camera's ready!” Sora smiled widely, happy with his handiwork, “[your name], Roxas, hurry up and get into the picture!”
You followed, taking your place next to your husband with your son in between. Your eyes widened, watching some of the zookeepers approach you. Before you could say anything to Sora, the camera flashed and he immediately stood up, dashing towards the camera to snatch the tripod from its position.
“Alright, looks like we have all the zoo animals now, time to go!” he spoke brusquely, pulling at your elbow and Roxas's shoulder.
Escaping the zookeepers was not hard, now the problem was to get back in after having blinded eight of the zoo's oldest penguins. Roxas smiled, licking the sea salt ice cream you got him; at least this year will be the last year he comes here for pictures. Maybe next year Sora will take you guys to the beach.
Your husband pulled away playfully, realigning the camera so that they caught Roxas's bored stance in front of the lens. The blond six-year-old tried to look away from the girl giggling at him. She tugged at her older brother's hand and pointed at Roxas, whispering something in his ears before they went away. You observed the scene, smiling as Roxas's cheeks dusted with pink.
“Who's that?” you asked casually.
“I don't know her. Namine's always mean to me,” he grunted, standing still so you'd fix his hair.
“Okay, Roxas, the camera's ready!” Sora smiled widely, happy with his handiwork, “[your name], Roxas, hurry up and get into the picture!”
You followed, taking your place next to your husband with your son in between. Your eyes widened, watching some of the zookeepers approach you. Before you could say anything to Sora, the camera flashed and he immediately stood up, dashing towards the camera to snatch the tripod from its position.
“Alright, looks like we have all the zoo animals now, time to go!” he spoke brusquely, pulling at your elbow and Roxas's shoulder.
Escaping the zookeepers was not hard, now the problem was to get back in after having blinded eight of the zoo's oldest penguins. Roxas smiled, licking the sea salt ice cream you got him; at least this year will be the last year he comes here for pictures. Maybe next year Sora will take you guys to the beach.
Nine Roses
“Happy Mother's Day, mommy!” Roxas exclaimed, running into the house with a bundle of nine roses.
Sora followed behind, bandaging the last bleeding finger. You kissed both of them, one on the lips, the other on the cheeks. Roxas pouted, watching you two pull away, “No fair! If mommy kisses daddy like that, she has to kiss me like that too!”
You blushed, hiding your face in Sora's shoulder as he encircled your waist explaining, “Well, if mommy kisses you like that, you'll never want to find a girlfriend. Besides, mommy only gets to kiss daddy like this.”
“Well, for my little guy,” you said, leaning down, “You'll get an extra kiss, okay?”
Over your shoulder, Roxas stuck his tongue out at his daddy, smiling mischievously while you planted a kiss on his cheek. When you stood up again, Sora's warm hands touched your stomach, asking, “So what did the doctor say, [your name]?”
“A girl,” you whispered excitedly, a smile forming on your lips.
“A girl? What girl?” Roxas demanded, looking up at you and Sora, who were cuddling once again.
Suddenly the scene became familiar to him as he remembered the conversation he had with Namine about Kairi ranting to Riku about his carelessness before Axel, her little brother, came along. Instead, you and Sora didn't have a frown on your faces, and neither of you were throwing things at each other. He paled as you knelt down in front of him, feeling his heart drop when you said, “Roxas, you're going to be a big brother.”
Sora followed behind, bandaging the last bleeding finger. You kissed both of them, one on the lips, the other on the cheeks. Roxas pouted, watching you two pull away, “No fair! If mommy kisses daddy like that, she has to kiss me like that too!”
You blushed, hiding your face in Sora's shoulder as he encircled your waist explaining, “Well, if mommy kisses you like that, you'll never want to find a girlfriend. Besides, mommy only gets to kiss daddy like this.”
“Well, for my little guy,” you said, leaning down, “You'll get an extra kiss, okay?”
Over your shoulder, Roxas stuck his tongue out at his daddy, smiling mischievously while you planted a kiss on his cheek. When you stood up again, Sora's warm hands touched your stomach, asking, “So what did the doctor say, [your name]?”
“A girl,” you whispered excitedly, a smile forming on your lips.
“A girl? What girl?” Roxas demanded, looking up at you and Sora, who were cuddling once again.
Suddenly the scene became familiar to him as he remembered the conversation he had with Namine about Kairi ranting to Riku about his carelessness before Axel, her little brother, came along. Instead, you and Sora didn't have a frown on your faces, and neither of you were throwing things at each other. He paled as you knelt down in front of him, feeling his heart drop when you said, “Roxas, you're going to be a big brother.”
Ten years old
A huge smirk was planted on Roxas's face, watching you bring out the key-shaped cake. The blade belonging to his favorite action hero of all time, who ironically shared the same name as his father, was now in front of him, embellished with his name in chocolate cursive and ten tiny candles. He didn't want to blow out the candles if that meant he had to share the cake with everyone else, especially since you stayed up all night making it.
“Remember, buddy, you gotta make a wish before blowing out the candles. And remember what we talked about this morning with what kind of wishes being acceptable and all,” Sora reminded him, repeating the same thing he had said while they had the talk about whose wife you were when Roxas demanded a shower with you on the day of his tenth birthday.
He pouted, responding in the cutest way before thinking, “I wish that mommy would--”
Before he could finish his wish, his pale cerulean eyes widened in horror at the sigh in front of him. Two eyes of his shade of blue were blinking at him innocently while two chubby arms were stuck in his cake. The four-year-old flashed a toothy grin at being caught red-handed.
“MOOOOOM!!” he screamed, eyes brimming with tears.
Aimee screamed back, equally determined to match her older brother's volume before Sora clamped his hand over her mouth, petting her light brown hair with a nervous smile on his hand.
“She ruined my birthday!” he cried when the guests have left, pointing at the devious little sibling who simply stared at him without saying a word, “Look at her! She never says anything! It's like she's dumb or something!”
“Roxas! Don't say that about your sister!” you frowned, pulling Aimee towards you when she began to cry.
“You guys don't care about me anymore!” he screamed for the last time, slamming his door behind him.
Later that night after you and Sora tucked him in, kissing him good night with the promise that you'd stay up and make him another cake, Roxas shook his htead, muttering that he only wanted that cake. He tried to sleep with failed efforts of erasing the image of his birthday being ruined out of his head. However, it didn't help when the door creaked open, leaving enough room for a four-year-old to tip-toe in.
“What do you want?”
When she gave no reply, merely bringing her (his, actually) panda bear into light, he scooted over, patting the space next to him quietly until she latched onto him on the kid-sized bed. Grumbling, he muttered, “Yea, just so you know, I'm not gonna turn ten again. I hope you're happy.”
When he fell asleep, Aimee yawned, clutching her panda to her chest before muttering, “Happy birthday, Roxas.”
“Remember, buddy, you gotta make a wish before blowing out the candles. And remember what we talked about this morning with what kind of wishes being acceptable and all,” Sora reminded him, repeating the same thing he had said while they had the talk about whose wife you were when Roxas demanded a shower with you on the day of his tenth birthday.
He pouted, responding in the cutest way before thinking, “I wish that mommy would--”
Before he could finish his wish, his pale cerulean eyes widened in horror at the sigh in front of him. Two eyes of his shade of blue were blinking at him innocently while two chubby arms were stuck in his cake. The four-year-old flashed a toothy grin at being caught red-handed.
“MOOOOOM!!” he screamed, eyes brimming with tears.
Aimee screamed back, equally determined to match her older brother's volume before Sora clamped his hand over her mouth, petting her light brown hair with a nervous smile on his hand.
“She ruined my birthday!” he cried when the guests have left, pointing at the devious little sibling who simply stared at him without saying a word, “Look at her! She never says anything! It's like she's dumb or something!”
“Roxas! Don't say that about your sister!” you frowned, pulling Aimee towards you when she began to cry.
“You guys don't care about me anymore!” he screamed for the last time, slamming his door behind him.
Later that night after you and Sora tucked him in, kissing him good night with the promise that you'd stay up and make him another cake, Roxas shook his htead, muttering that he only wanted that cake. He tried to sleep with failed efforts of erasing the image of his birthday being ruined out of his head. However, it didn't help when the door creaked open, leaving enough room for a four-year-old to tip-toe in.
“What do you want?”
When she gave no reply, merely bringing her (his, actually) panda bear into light, he scooted over, patting the space next to him quietly until she latched onto him on the kid-sized bed. Grumbling, he muttered, “Yea, just so you know, I'm not gonna turn ten again. I hope you're happy.”
When he fell asleep, Aimee yawned, clutching her panda to her chest before muttering, “Happy birthday, Roxas.”