Tips 1

Chapter 1


Ever had a tingle in your mouth? Ones that would linger for a life time, the urge just to have it once every single day? Bright blue sprinkles that would fill the tip of the ice cream and one would never forget the taste. Colliding a mixtures of sweets over a smooth layer of single cake bread, had never felt so filling in one boys life, Sora's life. The blue eyed beauty could only yearn for more, one taste after another. Teaching the recipe? No other can make a cake at the correct accuracy as Roxas, the way his eyes paused at the tip cake, just to spot the corrections he would need. For the delicious flavors, people would just scatter around to watch, but never would they dare compete with the younger baker. Every day the bright blue eyed beauty, Sora, would never wish to have more than his beloved brother. Roxas would always be in a favor of his beloved brother Sora. Just as Sora was a sweet as the cake, they say.

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Injured lips pressed together, as they bled red crimson from lips. Blue eyes trying to pull it together, but only to shown signs of weakness, tears of sympathy, Sora’s eyes could only work so hard. As if you would try to sooth the one you love, but only to make one burst. Soothing one could either leave one to be spoiled or will it rather strengthen the heart, but with Sora’s eyes, you couldn’t deny the will just to have one single spill of blood to taint him. As if I could only stare, but yet it is mother who can hold him, not me. That was when we lost her and when I could only watch him hold me dearest. I was not crying for myself, but rather for the lost of Sora’s future. That is when I wanted to be the one to hold, replace mom’s hands with my own. The only one who can wipe the tears that no one else can be, I will be the one he needs the most unlike that useless memory he can hold tight to. I will replace mother, I won’t let him get hurt, and if he does I’ll make the pain go away, as Roxas, but not as mom.

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An enchanting scent fills the halls, as my eyes shown tenderness toward the blue eye beauty that looked eagerly at the food. “Roxas,” he moans my name, yet I know what I want to do. Take out that paste and give all to him, but if I do that I might actually be a bad brother. Filling the frosting in the thin plastic bag, I could see his finger reaching out for the food; I could only chuckle for his small motions. Never daring to touch him, my eyes would only watch him with tenderness. Till the bing went off, the scent of fresh chocolate cake made the boy hungry, a ­­­­­­light blue marble eyes watched the younger teen in delight as everything could be forgotten with just sweets. A smile that could burn brighter than the sunlight, enhancing the sweets, maybe this was why Roxas had enjoyed cooking for the younger teen. Without wanting to taint, the cake and he placed it on the table before them. Holding the frosting, he could feel the wanting in Sora’s eyes.

 

“Sora?” Lips muttering his name, as it left a tingle. Pressing his lips together, eyes watch the younger taking the cake. Giving a delight, the finish product was beautiful, with a dried chocolate over a white frosting layered over it as flower green frosting pasted over it. It was almost as if he could become a professional at this job. Eyes meeting the young fellow, he touched the tip of the cake as he cut the piece perfectly. Slicing the piece and giving it to Sora, had changed his expression as if he was in fact bewildered. “Roxas, I love you.” He screams in excitement, as I know I had already fulfilled his happiness, with just one touch of sweets. Placing my fingers in sink, rinsing my finger with water, I could feel myself ooze with satisfactory. Sora was all I need; I just need to make him happy. If Sora’s happy, I will be happy. As the water stopped, he grabbed a dry towel, even if it means deny my own wishes, Sora is mine. Trapping him in this world would make the world a better place, he only needs me. Even if my fingers would be tainted, his would be clean. No tears, sweets would erase pain. So I would wash away those dirty beings from him, Sora would only need me. I am his beloved brother, Roxas.