A brown knapsack fell heavily on a twin bed, bouncing back up with the force it was thrown, swift hands ripped open a dresser, pulling out a dress and stuffed in it the knapsack. Fast footsteps fell as a female figure ducked down and reached under the bed, pulling out a giant book, engraved with roses of red and white, the cover an elegant white with gold trim. Smiling in grim satisfaction, the figure placed the book in the knapsack, before stepping out of the room and entering a living room/kitchen, grabbing several supplies of food and water, she hurried back to the knapsack to place it inside.

Zipping it up, she placed it on her shoulder, the black three-layered cloak she wore flowing about like a halo of death as she walked out of the bedroom, going towards her left she placed a hand on the rock walls. Closing her eyes in concentration, her hand glowed a pale white before the wall opened, revealing a winding staircase. Jogging up the stairway she eventually turned to her left and placed her hand on the rock wall, her hand glowed again allowing sunlight this time to flood the dark and damp stairway.

Pulling the hood over her head tighter, she stepped hesitantly out onto the rocky ledge, her feet a mere step away from the edge and a swift fall. Her eyes scanning the world she lived on, a tropical paradise, water as far as the eye could see, sand as white as snow, seagulls flying, palm trees, children laughter. Everything one could ask for was here; she let out a small sigh and lifted her hands before her eyes.

Pain, pain is what this paradise induced, spine numbing pain, pain so intense it left her helpless. A pain that was best forgotten left behind, no water could wash it away, she had to leave, leave all the pain that came with it. She clasped her hands in front of her, bowed her head slightly, the wind blowing her cloak around her, making her seem almost eternal to the calm world.

"I pray for your survival, of this everlasting war. Be safe." She muttered, offering the only thing she could to the world she called home, dropping her arms she turned slightly to enter back into the staircase, when pain flashed through her. She cried out slightly, from the intensity as she doubled over, her nails digging into the palms of her hands, causing trickles of blood to stain the ledge.

She let out a grunt of pain as she fell to her knees, her hands now gripping the ledge with a deadly pressure. She let out a small cough as she struggled to stand, a small amount of blood spilling out of the side of her mouth, her eyes narrowing as her body gave out...

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A young teenage boy, with platinum hair, leaped onto a small wooden shack, sitting down with on leg propped up he allowed his mind to wonder. Other worlds, a fairy tale at its best. Different strange lands, full of wondrous creatures and life. Things he had only read about in stories, all one could see was ocean, a clear blue body of water that stretches beyond the mind's eye, taunting the teenager.

His two closes friends, one he had been with since they were young children, the other washed up one day when they were eight, from another world, a world he often wondered about. Alas she had no recognition of her world, of where she came from; he didn't blame her, only wished she could remember.

He glanced down at a pebble beside his left leg; he picked it up and studied it, before throwing it with all his might, causing the stone to bounce slightly of the water before sinking. Soon, soon they would find a new world, a world they would explore together. All three of them, someday when they were a little older as for now they would build a raft, something to get them to where they could only dream.

Lifting his head to the sky, he closed his eyes to the blinding sun; he opened his pale blue eyes and tilted his head at a black blur. Standing up, his eyes widened as he realized the blur was coming for him, spreading his legs apart, he readied himself to catch whatever it was.

Letting out a grunt of pain as he caught the object, pitching him forwards to where he about fell off the ledge, grabbing the ledge with one hand, he hugged the thing tightly to his body as he swung upwards onto the roof of the shack and jumped towards the platform of sand.

Groaning he pulled himself off the now discovered body, looking down at it her tilted his head; the person was wearing a flowing three-layered cloak, a hood just barely covering her head. What caught his eye was a trickle of recent blood dribbling down the side of her mouth and to her jaw; placing a hand on her cheek he carefully wiped it away. Standing up he looked around to see no one, just his luck.

His eyes went towards the only door they had never been able to open, despite trying valiantly, it had remained locked. Though they hadn't tried it in over three years, hoping against hope, he walked over to the door and turned the doorknob, feeling a small grin as it clicked and opened. As the door slowly opened, allowing the teenager to see into the secret house, his eyes widened.

Despite the fact that the walls were stone and rock, with ivy and plant life growing on the walls, the furniture looked quite normal. His head snapped towards the girl as she let out a small pained groan, cursing himself for almost forgetting about the unconscious girl, walking over he picked up the girl bridal style and walked into the secret house, kicking the door closed behind him to block out the blinding sun.

Seeing a door in front of him open, he walked into it noticing the bed, carefully placing the unconscious girl down on the bed, surprised the hood she wore was kept upright, just barely managing to cover her hair though, he noticed the two strings tied together to keep it in place, though a part of him wondered what she looked like, he knew there was more pressing matters, like getting help for her, he stood up straight and turned around, ready to go get help for her...

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Her eyes blinked open, closing almost instantly from the light, sitting up she suppressed a groan and placed a hand on her forehead. Opening her eyes again, she allowed the room to come into focus. 'My...bedroom? How?' She turned her head slightly to see a boy walking out of the room, her eyes narrowed as she slowly got off the bed and crouched down.

Just as he had taken a step out of her room, she leapt towards him, landing heavily on his back, making him let out a surprised sound, as the girl grabbed his right arm and twisted it behind his back. "Who are you?" She asked her tone booked no arguments.

"Uhh! Get off me!" The boy struggling led the girl to tighten the grip she had on his arm, as she dug her knee in his back, making him suppress a groan. "I asked who are you?"

The boy struggled for a while longer, until she raised her knee up and slammed it back into his back, making him let out a yelp. "I'm the guy who saved your damn life, and I'm starting to regret it!" He yelled back, ceasing his struggling for the time.

"'Saved?'" She questioned more to herself, the boy noticed briefly in her surprise she had loosened her grip, smirking in triumph, he lodged his arm free and rolled over onto his back and kicked her in the stomach, sending her off him into a nearby wall.

The two teenagers both got up with groans of pain, the girl holding her stomach and the boy his arm, his eyes widened briefly as she charged him, her fist aimed straight for his face, ducking slightly he managed to sweep her feet out from under her. Jumping back away from him as she got up, the boy held up his hands.
"Look, I don't want to fight."

"Pity, that's what I feel like doing." She retorted, charging again, the two sending series of punches and kicks, both blocking the other. "I don't know why you're here, but I do not take kindly to strangers." She jumped over the couch, with him following her, her fist went for his face, only for him to grab it and twist her to where her back was to his front and her arms were pinned to her side by his.

She struggled, despite the fact that he beat her in physical strength, "I-I do not accept defeat." She muttered, still trying to loosen his hold.

"There would be no 'defeat' if you weren't set on beating the crap outta me!" He retorted, tightening his grip on her as she tried to squirm out of his grip, "I don't want to fight, and can we please call a truce?"

Sighing the girl stopped her struggling, making his hold look more like an awkward hug, going against her better judgment she nodded. The second his grip loosened she jumped away from him and glared, her arms crossed as if she was protecting herself from him, "I wish to know what you meant by, 'saved'." She told him, tilting her head slightly as he stared at her in...Amazement maybe? There was something in his eyes she couldn't place, but knew she had never seen it before in anyone's eyes.

Reaching a hand up, she placed in on the top of her head, mentally cursing as she discovered the ties that kept her hood on had undone during the fight, allowing the hood to fall off, and revealing her face.

He could only stare at her, he had never seen someone look like her, she had from what he could tell, long slightly wavy pure white hair, her bangs in a braid on the right side of her face, a crescent moon shaped crystal attached at the band that kept the braid together and large almost white eyes, she looked so.. Different was the only word that came to mind.

Shaking her head she grabbed her hood and was about to pull it up when she felt a hand on hers, looking up she saw him standing before her. "You don't have to have that hood, you know." Narrowing her eyes, she stepped back and pulled up the hood, tying it together to keep it there, keeping her back to him. "You do not know me, as such; please do not act like you do."

He rolled his eyes at her, pretty girl with an attitude, just his luck. "Sorry, but shouldn't you be sitting, you took a nice fall from what I can tell." She blinked as she placed a hand on her forehead, trying to remember, pain, the most excruciating pain she had yet to experience, and then she blacked out and woke up.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, ready to jump back if she looked ready to fight, instead she stayed perfectly still. "I happened to be there when you fell, remember anything?" He asked, trying to be nice, despite the fact she probably wanted to knock him senseless.

Remember? Yes. But the last thing she would ever do would be tell him, a stranger, who she was and what she was doing, playing dumb was the only thing she could do, she shook her head. "No..." She whispered turning her head slightly to look at him, allowing him to see her white eyes. "B-but I am sorry, I shouldn't have..." She tried to apologize for her beating him up, when he held up a hand.

"It's not a big deal," he saw her mouth about to open and apologize more when he shook his head, "really; it's not that big of a deal. Don't apologize." He guided her to the couch and sat down with her; she leaned her head back and sighed, with him watching her.

"How 'bout we start over?" He asked, making her head snap to him, her eyes were guarded, almost waiting for him to hurt her, sighing she nodded.
"Alright, my name's Riku. Yours?" He held his hand out, waiting for her to shake it, this was going against everything and anything she had ever told herself, she had to leave, had to, no attachment, no friends, no nothing...Yet, one look into his honest pale blue eyes and her hand went out and shook his lightly.
"Luna...My name is Luna."

Alright, over the weekend I reread Riku gets a Girl and decided I can do waaaaaaaay better; my writing has improved to where I think this is much better, like, ten times better! Let me know what you think, okay? I'll be keeping Riku gets a girl, up for a while so I can decide what to keep, what to delete, stuff like that. Enjoy.