My Mistakes Started With You

Mistake number 4

   The sound of soft knocking filled the silent emptiness in the room. "Xehanort?" No answer. The voice tried once more. "May I come in?" The muted void was the only reply Xemnas got so he eventually just decided to unlock the door. Obviously, when someone locks their door, they don't want anybody coming in. 'It's almost dinner and this is getting ridiculous' Xemnas wasn't one to take lightly when it came to the few moments he was at home.

Upon entering the cove, he was unusually greeted with a dark dead silence. Sure the lights were usually dim but this time was a bit different. Not to mention, the room was a mess. More than it usually was. Balls of crumbled up paper were everywhere. Pens and their caps were scattered from each other. The light from  Xeha's computer screen was one of the only light radiating from the darkness of his room. While investigating the room, he finally found his dear son. If he hadn't squint, he'd probably wouldn't have noticed him.

Curled in a ball with both his knees brought up to his chest. Smaller than how Xemnas knew he was. His head laid rested on his ankles as half his own features were hidden by a curtain of silver hair. Even though his retinas could barely adjust to the dark lighting of the room, he hadn't fail to notice the silver mess and tangled hair that needs brushing attention. How this father wished his son would allow him to at least care for it so he could show most of the mount of affection he'd been regularly been rejected. There was no better time than now.

"Xehanort, you have to talk to me." It was a bit difficult to make his own deep voice sound more soft and comforting. While in his efforts to reach Xeha with his words, he walked deeper into the room to find the light switch. He hadn't even known if Xeha even acknowledged his presence. The flinch he received when the lights were flicked open, should told him something. 'He needs attention.'

Xemnas walked around the mess of the room, seemingly searching for something out of Xeha's covered vision. His eyes were too blurry from the tears to be able to see clearly. Not even a bit of energy was left if he even tried to stop his father from doing whatever he did. He couldn't feel anything at this point. How long has he been in this position? Why was his room in the stated that it was? When had he ruined himself like this?

Forget.

Dump everything that's hurting him.

Just let him be washed over this numbness that was slowly taking over-

A soft and gentle tingle, caressed to straighten out the tangles in his silver locks. Brushing lightly but well enough to calm out the wild figure that formed hours ago. Finally, he gave up and lifted his head to stare blankly at his father. Xemnas said nothing but pick up the lose ends of his son's uncared for hair and brushing it back to get a good look at the boy's face. 'He looks tired' like he's been crying for a while. Alone in this dark room he'd insisted on locking himself in. If Xemnas hadn't forced it open. Silently as he thought, he continued to even out his sons hair.

The silent stayed between them. Neither making a sound for a while until Xemnas decided to hum quietly as he fixed his hair. "You know how your granddad gets if he ever sees you like this." A mess. Xeha only but nodded, agreeing with the man. Trying his hardest to avoid a second contact with those softening golden hues.

"Why are you even here?" Voice cracked and hoarse which gave off the obvious point Xemnas had first picked up. For as long as he's known him, as his father, he was never one to openly show any affection. You wouldn't catch him dead saying affectionate words out in public. Still, he shouldn't be all that surprised. The man had been trying to fill out the lost of time they both have. Of course, he noticed and did nothing about it. 'I'm such a despicable person-'

"Because I wanted to invite you down for dinner." Finished brushing out the last of those out of place locks, he patted the boy down to his back. When Xeha barely gave a response, he tried to muster up the least intimidating smile he could offer.