Knives

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(When Sora and Roxas left the dock and headed home)
Sora walked quietly towards his house. As he was walking he put his hands in his pockets and realized something wasn't there. "Oh dangit, I must've left my phone at Roxas's."
Sora sighed and spun on his heel and set off to Roxas's house. As he neared the house of his boyfriend, he saw Seifer and a big group of his cronies walking out of an alleyway. Sora saw that a few of them were holding broken glass and a few of the pieces of said glass had a bit of blood on them. Sora went to the other side of the street to avoid them. Thankfully they only glared at him and sneered for some reason. Once they passed, Sora sighed again and finally made it to Roxas's house. When Sora walked up to the door and realized it was ajar. Sora cautiously opened the door fully. He walked into the kitchen and saw the thing that would haunt his dreams for quite a while. Roxas was holding a knife to his (wrist or throat, whichever one is better for you) Sora rushed in, knocked the knife out of Roxas's hand, which cut Sora's hand in the process, and tackled Roxas, tears filling both of their eyes. They stayed like that, Roxas quietly crying on Sora's shoulder and Sora rubbing his boyfriends back. After a while, Roxas sat back and said,
"I'm sorry Sor-" Before he could finish, Sora spoke up.
"What would compel you to do this?"
Seifer and his cronies, I saw them and I tried to back up but I tripped on the curb and sprained my ankle and they found me, they gave me some time to hide, I did, but they found me. I am tired of him and his friends treating me like this, what have I ever done to him?"
Suddenly Sora got a mischievous look in his eyes, got up, pulled Roxas up, and said,
"I've got an idea to teach Seifer a lesson."
( Yay short chapters! We are getting near the end of this story my friends, I am thinking of making a sequel or just another Soroku depending on what you guys want. Until the next chapter, hola! No wait, that's hello, good job Sixx, now they probably think that you are a weirdo. *walks away mumbling to self*)

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