DISCLAIMER - I do not own kingdom hearts
WARNING - Homosexuality, some girl bashing, some Kairi, Namine, Zidane bashing (mind you, I LOVE Zidane and Namine).
RANT - I know, I've been seriously neglecting my fanfictions. And lookie loo! I start yet ANOTHER one! I swear I will one day finish all my fanfictions (unless I die or become handicapped in my arms or something, but I'd rather not be either of those so lets hope for the best). This one is going to be pretty quick, though. I suspect about 3 to 4 chapters at best, if even that. Don't hold me to it though! x3
Oh, and I can already tell you all this isn't my best work. In fact, it's... kinda shitty. I did make the narrator do most of the talking, which isn't good for story telling most of the time... But alas. Enjoy it anyway?
Kairi Chung is a half Chinese girl with dyed maroon-red hair. Being as she is half Chinese, one might expect to see dark brown between her slightly pointed eyes, but hers were instead a beautiful shade of off-blue purple. Her skin was procelain white, her hair style of the professional modern lady, and her favorite color- known to anyone who paid five seconds of their attention to her wardrobe could tell- was pink. Typical well-off family, good grades getting, cheer leading kind of american dream girl... or so she so fondly describes of herself on her FaceBook.
As anyone who knows of any typical well-off family, good grades getting, cheer leading kind of american dream girl would know, she to had her own share of friends and dramas.
"Purple or blue...?" Kairi murmured to herself, daintily wiggling her fingers. Today's problem number one... finger nail polish. "No, I'll go with pink."
Despite the ever popular assumption that girls like this, who get all the guys and could commit no murder, had no real friends to speak of... Well, she was a girl who kept a small circle of friends to. Good friends who shared her problems and thoughts. Within her circle of importace only one person was worthy... Sure, there was the chain of aquaintances who thought they were friends following at some point far behind that... and actual friends, who were not friend-friends... And friend-friends who were not quite close friends... and then after that, the friends who were considered close, but she still held no real affection for... But she only had one friend who was her best and favorite. That girl was the only one that mattered.
"Namine, you're so silly! Of course you're invited, do you even have to ask? I'll be sending out the invititations tomorrow." Kairi's day began at exactly five in the morning, giving her a good three hours before school. After all, perfection takes preparation. Part of her usual routine would be to wake her favorite a good half hour before time to leave and discuss the important matters that pertained usually to the weekend. "It's going to be you, me, the football team... Well, except the kicker, he got dirt on my new dress last week... What was that?" Kairi laughed. "Of course! I love you to. See you soon! Bye."
The little pink phone that matched her large pink room was hung up and placed into her medium pink purse. A quick check in the mirror, in which she smiled to herself, and it was time for school.
"Kairi, hurry up! I'm going to be laaate."
"Shut up, Sora." Kairi snapped as she slammed her door shut behind her, walking on her rose-pink heels into the inner household. "Just get me to school. I can not believe they won't just get me a car already!"
Sora stood at the bottom of the stairs. Despite being related, Sora didn't seem anything like his sister at all. He was a year older with natural chocolate brown hair and sky blue eyes. The brunet was the male equivalent of a beach bunny, always running across the sand at any time possible, causing his skin to turn caramel brown. He smiled cheerfully at her, despite her tone. "Because my private school is worth more then your car, which you would have had if you didn't let that 'A' drop to a 'B'."
"Shut up." Kairi snapped again, dropping her heel heavily onto his foot.
The car came to a slow halt in front of the school's main building. Kairi, making sure her shapely hip was in view, carefully removed herself from the passenger's seat and then posed as if she were a model. There wasn't a cloud in the sky to shadow her lovely visage, which was exactly how she demanded it (yes, she even demanded the sky to look upon her as if she were a goddess and obey). Behind lightly painted lips, she smiled her perfect teeth to those few lucky enough to be present. Without even shutting the door, she walked away from the car.
"Kairi!" Sora called, brows furrowed. "Kairi, shut the door!"
Of course, her only response was to wave her butt in good bye as she walked gracefully into the old school building. Sora rolled his eyes in annoyance, stepping out of the car (with an obvious limp, his right foot still killing him) and shut the door himself. Afterward, he jumped back inside and sped off campus, lightly ranting to himself about unappreciated favors.
"Kairi, love." Namine Pitt was as equally beautiful as her friend, though she certainly didn't strive for perfection as insanely as Kairi. Her hair was naturally blond, bright blue eyes, and she had her own obsessive color- white. Her heels, her dress, her bracelets and earrings... all white. It matched her teeth quite well, so she proved as they flashed in a bright grin. She waved her hand in a lazy hello to the red head from down the hall as she came to approach, the stopped in front of her with a little hop. "Hee hee. Guess what?"
"What?" Kairi asked in a way just as bouncy, always finding a small bit of delight at seeing Namine become excited. The girl was easily excited over many things, and as irritating as that might be to other girls in Kairi's position, she never once found it to be anything less then absolutely adorable.
"Guess!"
"No, tell!"
"Hee hee, okay!" Namine cleared her throat and took a deep breath, looking very composed. Then she began to jump up and down like a five year old on pixie sticks. "New guy in school! Starts today! And he's hot!"
"AAAHHH!" They both screamed and bounced together, hands clasped tightly. There were other studets in the hall, none of which seemed to notice the loud ladies. Then again, it wouldn't have mattered if they did notice.
"Okay, calm down." Kairi playfully slapped over her friend's hands, then had the blond take her by the elbow. She began to walk them both toward the first hall of lockers. "So, new guy. Dish."
"Imagine this..." Namine began, chuckling lightly as she spoke. "Long, silver hair. Natural!"
"Ooo. Go on."
"Sea-green eyes... creamy skin. And I'm certain he's Korean, his lips and eyes say it."
"I love Koreans!"
"He's cuter then even G-DRAGON!"
"AAAHHH!" They both stopped to scream and jump, but Kairi quickly composed herself. She had to open her locker and get to class, even though they had plenty of time left. Homeroom began promptly at eight and it was still only seven thirty. "Okay, stay calm. All this screaming and naughty thoughts will give us red blotches through our make up. I even read about a study where blushing too much causes pimples."
"Hmm, right right." Namine nodded in confirmation, even though she had no make up to speak of on nor any fear of blemishes. In truth, if Namine hadn't had Kairi as a friend, she might have been any normal geek on campus- instead of an up-to-date fashionista with looks that needed no help.
"Hey, Kairi." Said a familiar male voice approaching the girls from the east. It was flirty, as usual, and filled with a boyish kind of confidence. Namine, mostly out of reaction, turned to look at the voice, but then immediately scowled and looked away. Kairi just frowned at her books as the locker door opened, ignoring the voice completely. "Heard you're having your sweet sixteen this weekend... Any chance I could come?"
"Doubtful." Kairi responded, hissing her response without looking.
"Why?"
"Why?" She snapped, slamming her locker door closed. Namine jumped back in surprise. She turned to address the voice at last, staring hatefully into a pair of large, blue eyes. "Zidane, if you were any more empty headed, you'd be a balloon."
The blond male rolled his eyes and gave her a smirk, leaning into the metal wall- his shoulder pushing into a lock. "How many times must I apologize? How often must I remind you you will always be beautiful?"
"If you're trying to brown nose me, you're not doing it well enough." Kairi leaned into her hip as she hugged her books, giving him a look of impatience.
"Would you like me to get down on my knees and beg for you?" Zidane said, moving to stand up again.
"Are you that desperate for a party?" Kairi asked, one brow raising. "You're lamer then last year's Christmas party, when my aunt died on the couch."
"It's not just a party... it's your birthday." Zidane whispered, leaning in toward Kairi's ear and saying softly, in a rather sensual voice that made quite a few girls giggle in the past. "If it were any other day, I wouldn't care..."
Kairi smiled, giving a sigh. "I don't know..."
"I bought you a gift. Expensive and shiny, just how you like them."
"Hmm..." Kairi tapped her chin thoughtfully. "And you swear it's expensive? And I'll like it?"
"You'll love it."
"Fine. You can come." She leaned back to look him right in the eye, still smiling brightly. She hooked a perfectly manicured nail into the neck of his shirt, pulling him forward until they were nearly kissing. If one didn't know any better, one might suspect this to be her boyfriend. He wasn't, but they certainly acted the part. "But promise me... Never ever put dirt on my dress again." Kairi gave him a wet pout.
Zidane took that hand and gave it a gentle kiss. "Never ever, princess."
"Hmm." Kairi seemed pleased, as if she really were a princess.
Namine chuckled, walking past them casually. "I'm going to class. You two love birds have fun making up." She waved good bye and disappeared around the next corner.
"Making up, eh?" Zidane asked, Kairi's hand still in both of his. "Do we have time for... making up?"
"Not today. New guy. And though you're invited to my party, I'm putting you on probation. No 'making up' for another week." Kairi 'hmph'-ed at him, then took her leave... but not before tapping his nose playfully and blowing a kiss. She even winked as she passed the corner for an added effect, hoping her tight skirt was riding up nice and high.
Zidane waved and watched her go, his eyes roaming over her body just the way she wanted him to. The red head was gone, but in seconds the frown that had fallen over his face at her leaving was replaced by a coy smirk. He could hear the familiar voices of more females down the hall, turning just in time to catch a pair of beauties crossing into the hall. "Hello there, ladies..."
Kairi and Namine were giggling under their hands as Homeroom finally filled up with the other students of the morning. The bell rang soon after and the door was closed, the teacher moving to the front to begin the usual roll call. Anyone who was late, like the guys who spent their mornings getting high on the football field, were locked out. Near the front of the classroom a once empty desk was now filled with a new body. He was tall, broad, and incredibly muscular... definitely the athletic type. His hair was long and silver, skin creamy, and eyes bright green. He looked asian, perhaps, but his thick hair was hiding too much of his face to check. Most might be put off by the silver hair, but this young male seemed to sell it as a bonus... without even trying.
"Is that the new guy?" Kairi asked, feeling as if she might drool. She watched him move around in his black, muscle top vest that simply hugged his strong body so perfectly. "Strong chin... broad hands... oh wow..."
"Mmmm hmmmm..." Namine replied, sighing dreamily at him.
The new guy didn't even look their way, too busy digging into a science book. Perhaps his next class?
"He beats Zidane... No, he beats Leon by a long shot. A whole ten miles at least..." Kairi sighed with her friend, the both of them wearing similar looks of longing. They even leaned into their palms and batted their eyes in the same manner, not really blinking for a second to watch this impossible-to-be-real man breathe.
"Look at the way his chest moves up... and down..."
"Look at the way he blows his bangs away from his face."
Namine chuckled. "Only to have it fall right back down..."
They sighed again.
"He's mine." Kairi immediately decided, sitting up with confidence.
"No, you can't!" Namine pouted. "You got the last guy who came to school. The last two guys actually! This one should be mine."
"Hmph, puh-lease, girlfriend! There's no way you're getting that god over me." Kairi even waved her finger in Namine's face.
Namine pouted further, then suddenly smiled. "I'll bet you my prada bag I'll have him before you."
Kairi gasped in amusement. "You're betting your prada?" She began to laugh. "You'll lose the man of both our dreams and your bag with that bet."
"I could win. After all, blonds have more fun and are considered... more attractive then red heads."
Kairi gasped again, but this time in horror. "You... How dare you!"
"Hmph!" Namine gave her a competitive stare. Kairi returned it.
"Fine! I'll bet my prada to! Whoever gets the hunk wins! ... And you better lose the attitude, or you're not invited to my party anymore!"
THIS. SUCKED. SO. BAD. OMG IT SUCKED. This was TERRIBLE.
But alas... it's done. Bah.
Read, review, and no flames. Seriously, what's the point?
