This is MY story. Mine! No Davids allowed! And.guess what? I'm not the main
character! I am following a dare passed up by my good buddy, Ami-chan, and
writing a story in which I am not the main character. Well, she got her
wish! Terra is nothin' like me. She is a goth, into hard rock/metallic, and
absolutely loves to get hugs from her two friends. One of which is me, but
I changed her name. See if you can guess which one!
So.here's how this runs around. I will only do this once at the start of my
fan fiction. Once!
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and its affiliates are property of Squaresoft and Disney Productions. I am in no way affiliated with either. Any other companies mentioned, if they sound even a bit familiar, are also not mine. I do not profit from this story, and I do not wish anything but to improve my writing. In other words, critics, this is your story to take apart and put back together again!
Angel Sari Neko Jeminie Indigo Productions presents.
Killer Deals and Lover Chills
Chapter 1: Terra and Sora's Fortune
"Round and round, where we'll always stop, I shall ne'er shout!" She giggled at her self-proclaimed "randomness" and gave a shrill whoop. Her best friend chuckled under her breath.
"Terra, what are you doing?"
"Random things, Renee!" Terra yelled, leaping in a mock ballet. "Can't you see that? I'm a random girl!"
"Duh, we knew that, TJ," said the final girl in the trio, using Terra's nickname. Her name was Blank. "We're just sort of wondering why you're so happy today."
"No reason!" Terra skipped once or twice, swinging her heavy backpack along the way.
The hallway stared at her. Like she cared? She was light as a hair and just as strung out. If she didn't do all the wacky things she did, her friends would figure things out. And she wanted to be sure her friends would never figure things out.
"School's out for a week, guys. That means the English paper, and." Terra said. She stopped short, and glanced from side to side. "I'll miss you guys! Luckily.KINGDOM HEARTS AWAITS! English paper can wait till the last second."
"Last seconds are always cool. And your bishonen waits," Renee grinned.
"What bishi? I have a bishi? How come I wasn't aware of this?" Terra batted her eyelids, which lacked lashes. Only her right brow remained when it came to facial hair.
"Yeah! Riku-chan, you brat," Renee said. "Come on, you know you like him!"
"No way!" Terra shouted. "He's not my type! I want Sora."
"Why Sora? We know you, you don't like the ordinary guy."
"Sora's not ordinary!" Terra protested.
"Yes, he is!"
"No, he isn't!"
"Yes, he is! He's just your average Disney superhero, Terra! But Riku is.well, he's Riku!"
"See you later, guys," Blank said. It wasn't her way to speak many words. What few she did speak, she meant to the last bit of her long black hair. Terra knew that Blank loved her, as a friend.
"Oh, fine, just keep on thinking that, you insipid little twerp," Terra said. "I'm going home to drizzle the case over my bishi-SORA!"
She stalked off down the school halls, past the gaping mouths of lockers and people alike. She broke through into daylight, sighing as the sun hit her pale skin. Telltale streaks of uneven light brown hair shimmered dully in the light-gifts from a beach long ago.
Kansas' streets welcomed street-ignorant Terra Jem. Perhaps it was simply her deep set eyes or her unforgiving black clothes hinted with silver, but never once had she been hassled on these byways. The walk home was a short one, and she made her ways well.
New greens sheltered the tiny homes lining her walk home. Her house, now coming into view on a neat little street corner, was largest of them all. Her father had found a good man to build on to the back.
She swung wide to avoid slamming into the two cars parked there again (a Thunderbird and a Mercedes). Barely missing them, she smirked, satisfied.only to lose her concentration and slam into the front door. She again recovered, muttering to herself a few choice words.
Inside the house, a fresh coat of wild blue paint shone wet on the walls of the living room. Terra sighed, rubbed a tender spot on her forehead, and lumbered into the confines of her bedroom. It was the only room in the house where she could be completely alone. Where she could play her game, alone. Where she could draw, alone. Where she could do whatever the hell she wanted, and no one, and I mean no one, could bother her.
"TERRA, IS THAT YOU!?"
That is, except her mother.
"Yeah, Mom!" Terra shouted back. "Whatcha need?"
"I GOT DINNER!"
"Goody. Probably Chinese," she murmured.
"IT'S CHINESE!"
"Darn. I hate being right."
Terra dropped her backpack and made her way slowly into the new family room, where more paint, this time bright red, was splattered on the wall.
"Did you like the new color I got for the living room?" Mom asked. "How about this one, isn't it a loverly shade of red?"
"Beautiful. Frank and Edward would be proud."
"You think? Hey, you want to watch Trading Spaces with me? It's coming on in five minutes!"
"Nah, I'm good," Terra grinned. "I'll eat in my room, 'kay? Thanks for the offer, Mom."
As soon as she was out of the room, her mouth drooped and feet dragging the ground. Why did she have to do this? It would be so much easier to just say she didn't like Trading Spaces, to tell her friends that she wouldn't want Riku in a thousand years, flat out not do the stupid English paper due on Monday, just wear some normal clothes, stop pretending she was always sad- but-happy-go-lucky, and play Kingdom Hearts all day.
But that just wasn't the way Terra Jem was. Terra Jem was a happy-go-lucky goth who did all her work well, and she always argued with her friends playfully, and she always watched Trading Spaces without a fuss. She even pretended to like it! Wasn't that what a good friend, a good daughter, student, artist, person was? Wasn't that who she was?
Her only retreat from the real world was her "places," as she put it. Her game, her art, her writing, her stories, her characters, people she loved and knew better than she knew or loved any person in the real world.
Of course, she always came back to a single, significant problem-she had to come back.
It just wasn't right, the people that were outside of these other places she knew. Terra tore her chopsticks from the grocery bag and began eating at record speed. The Dillons chicken fried rice, chicken lo mein, and chicken egg roll were getting extremely tiring, but she still ate them. Her mother couldn't cook, after all. And Terra didn't want to cook. Her brother, Al (short for Albert), was too young to be near a stove, and her father.
Let's not talk about Terra's old man.
Terra's clever chops found each grain of rice and noodle. Throwing her chopsticks away, she reached for the final bit of her dinner-the fortune cookie. It always did her good to read the inside message, and seal it by eating the cookie. Fun, even. But things like "You will find true love" and "You will happen upon good luck today" didn't really mean much to Terra.
It was just fun and games.
Never mess with the cookie gods.
A journey begins this day,
Of two lives you shall live,
You shall decide the reality of love.
Begin what is to be undone,
Ugly is the light and beautiful the shadow.
Means to justify an end or
The means to justify the journey?
You decide.
"Huh? What kind of fortune is this?"
Terra read through it once or twice more. She then shrugged, stuffed it in her pocket, and forgot all about it. Sighing, she turned on her TV and the Playstation 2. While Kingdom Hearts was loading, she took a brief glance around her room. Most people assume that a bedroom defines the person who sleeps within.
Not true with Terra, with the exception of a single object-a painting. The rest of the room was green-pale curtains, dark walls, white trim. The bed was set against one wall, a simple dresser-painted pale green-against the other. An unframed mirror above that, like a tall vanity of some kind. A simple desk was set against the final wall, opposite the door and closet. Her TV was at the foot of her bed on a small, rickety old table.
Getting back to this painting. It appeared complex enough; a small girl was the focus, dressed in a highly detailed outfit that flowed and moved like leather. She was surrounded by a forest clearing, with detailed trees and leaves that looked about ready to come off the canvas. The girl looked like she was dancing with someone, but only a blank silhouette of a man was there. Littering the forest floor were vines, which appeared snakelike and ready to strike when she came near. But she was oblivious.
Terra didn't know why she agreed so heavily with that painting. She hadn't really considered what she was doing when she started drawing the preliminary sketch. Not a clue why she even continued it, drawing it onto the largest canvas she had used yet, using oils, a median unexplored to her, and very permanent.
Probably why she chose it to be hung in her room. And quite possibly why her mother took the green tones from the painting and used them in the room.
God, she hated this room.
Even so.
"Hmm.Maybe she'd agree to paint it a different color if I put in a different painting,"
Terra sighed and turned back to her TV, glad to see that the screen had come up at last.
"New Game? Why not."
And into the game she went, expecting exactly what she had always played in the past. However, the game had ideas of its own. Too many, one might say. But when destiny intervenes.nothing can stop it.
***
Sora flopped back onto the warm sand. Kairi and Riku would be looking for him, but at the moment, he didn't care. What if they didn't get to another world on the raft? What if they just kept drifting and drifting, until they met a storm, or worse, ran out of food and water?
What if this isn't real, and he's not just setting out for a suicide mission?
"I want to see the world.but what if the world doesn't want to be seen?" he said to himself. "I mean, are we just meant to be here, on this island? Are there really other worlds?"
Sora's mouth gaped in a yawn and he rolled over, falling quickly to sleep.
"Sometimes I wonder, too, Sora," a voice said into darkness. "I wonder why someone loses her place, why some are granted this while others' needs are so great."
"Wh-Who are you?"
"You needn't know my name."
A small blue light created shadows against Sora. The location of the voice was no where and everywhere. He was all that was in this place.
"You'll notice that there is little use for shadows without light," said the voice. "And the brighter the light, and the closer it gets, the more the shadow grows." The blue light grew bright, and its source (a light bulb) came close enough for Sora to lick it if he pleased.
Sure enough, the voice was right in every way.
"What does this have to do with me?" Sora asked.
"Everything and nothing at all."
"That doesn't make any sense!"
"Sense? My dear friend, the world is not made of logic; It is made of people. And people, be they whatever they may be, are flawed. And flaws are made in their placement. I give you a great chance now, Sora."
"What chance?"
"To live someone else's life. You see, Sora, had I not been here, your destiny would be very much different. But now I plan to change fate, change destiny. Another's will be changed this night, too. Nothing but a simple poem goes to you each."
A sheet of paper appeared in Sora's hands. I can tell you that it was the exact same as the one Terra received inside of a fortune cookie. However, the game screen only shows her Sora's confused face as he is thrown back into the "real" world.
Kairi!
"WHOA!"
Sora sat up in shock, staring at his good friend as she laughed. Her short red locks and easy countenance always made him forget his troubles. But they came back when she accused him of laziness.
"No! I was in this room, and this voice was-where's that paper-she said-"
Kairi struck him hard on the head.
"Are you still dreaming?"
"Sure he is, he's always dreaming." Riku, with his longish silver hair and aqua eyes, smooth face and easy-going air, was Sora's rival-and other best friend. "So, I guess I'm the only one working on the raft."
"We're coming!"
They jumped up and raced off for the raft together. The three best friends, without a true care in the world. Soon enough, their world would be turned upside down. Not in the fashion that they expected, of course.
"You've got to finish gathering supplies for the raft," Kairi said. She was the organizer, the person who knew what to do and how to do it. Maybe that's why Sora liked her so much. "We need some logs, something for a sail.and some more rope. Think you can handle it, Sora?"
"Don't worry about me, you just get the rest of the stuff lassoed together."
Sora set out across the island, searching for his stuff.
***
"That isn't how it's supposed to go," Terra twitched her nose, irritated. "Oh, well, maybe it's like a bonus thing. Like, if I defeat it so many times, I get to play it this way."
Terra assured herself this was so and started to shut down the system. Just before her fingers hit the "Power" switch, however.
"TERRA!"
"What does that woman want now?" Terra grumbled under her breath. Throwing her controller aside, she went back to the red family room in hopes of whatever it was being incredibly important.
"Yes, Mom?" Her light-hearted response reflected exactly opposite her real feelings.
"Al wants you to drive him to a party or something," Mom said. "Could you take him?"
"Sure."
Al, who was standing just around the corner, jumped out and clapped his hands. He bowed and shouted praises to his sister. Most of them, he didn't really mean. Terra knew it, but she didn't say anything. Silence was the way to go.
Silence and servitude.
Al ran out into the T-bird, Terra following. She had her license already, but it just didn't feel right, being sixteen and all. The navigation system made her feel better about the whole deal anyway; all she had to do was turn on the street it said.
***
Once she arrived back home, she informed her mother that her brother was at a sleepover party. Then, feeling as though dragged through a marsh by the tips of her shoes, she curled into her bed. The funny thing is, she almost always slept on her back. Shrugging it off, Terra fell asleep almost instantly.
***
The sunset was a gorgeous mixture of reds, golds, and purples, but what he really cared about was the fact that it only made Kairi more beautiful. Maybe if he did share a paopu fruit with her, like Riku suggested, she would be with him forever.
Or not.
But it couldn't hurt to try.
Yet it would. It would hurt their friendship. Wouldn't it? Ach! Sora's confusing me!
"I've always wondered why we're here on this island," Riku was saying. "If there are any other worlds out there, why did we end up on this one? And suppose there are other worlds...Then ours is just a little piece of something much greater. So we could have just as easily ended up somewhere else, right?"
"I don't know."
"That's why we need to go out there and find out. Just sitting here won't change a thing. It's the same old stuff. So let's go."
"You've been thinking a lot lately, haven't you?" Kairi said.
"Thanks to you. If you hadn't come here, I probably would've never thought of any of this." He stared right at her. "Kairi. Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Was that an uncomfortable shift? Would Sora lose Kairi to Riku? Only time could tell. They headed home then, in a stiff silence. Riku held back a minute, watching Kairi walk away.
Sora lay on his back in his bed, hoping that the next day would bring better fortune. He sat up and glanced around his room, his blue eyes half- lidded. Dirty clothes, homework papers, left over pizza from about a week ago. He rumpled his chocolate brown hair and lay down to sleep on his back once more. Weird thing is, he always slept curled up.
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Hmm.does anyone smell a Freaky Friday thing coming?? Anyone? Anyone? Could Terra's opening character be better? Blank's (she's important, but she really can't talk a whole bunch yet.)? What about the "mysterious voice" that Sora encountered? How were my scene changes? In other words..Review please! Critics, you aren't gonna hurt my feelings! SHOUT AWAY!
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and its affiliates are property of Squaresoft and Disney Productions. I am in no way affiliated with either. Any other companies mentioned, if they sound even a bit familiar, are also not mine. I do not profit from this story, and I do not wish anything but to improve my writing. In other words, critics, this is your story to take apart and put back together again!
Angel Sari Neko Jeminie Indigo Productions presents.
Killer Deals and Lover Chills
Chapter 1: Terra and Sora's Fortune
"Round and round, where we'll always stop, I shall ne'er shout!" She giggled at her self-proclaimed "randomness" and gave a shrill whoop. Her best friend chuckled under her breath.
"Terra, what are you doing?"
"Random things, Renee!" Terra yelled, leaping in a mock ballet. "Can't you see that? I'm a random girl!"
"Duh, we knew that, TJ," said the final girl in the trio, using Terra's nickname. Her name was Blank. "We're just sort of wondering why you're so happy today."
"No reason!" Terra skipped once or twice, swinging her heavy backpack along the way.
The hallway stared at her. Like she cared? She was light as a hair and just as strung out. If she didn't do all the wacky things she did, her friends would figure things out. And she wanted to be sure her friends would never figure things out.
"School's out for a week, guys. That means the English paper, and." Terra said. She stopped short, and glanced from side to side. "I'll miss you guys! Luckily.KINGDOM HEARTS AWAITS! English paper can wait till the last second."
"Last seconds are always cool. And your bishonen waits," Renee grinned.
"What bishi? I have a bishi? How come I wasn't aware of this?" Terra batted her eyelids, which lacked lashes. Only her right brow remained when it came to facial hair.
"Yeah! Riku-chan, you brat," Renee said. "Come on, you know you like him!"
"No way!" Terra shouted. "He's not my type! I want Sora."
"Why Sora? We know you, you don't like the ordinary guy."
"Sora's not ordinary!" Terra protested.
"Yes, he is!"
"No, he isn't!"
"Yes, he is! He's just your average Disney superhero, Terra! But Riku is.well, he's Riku!"
"See you later, guys," Blank said. It wasn't her way to speak many words. What few she did speak, she meant to the last bit of her long black hair. Terra knew that Blank loved her, as a friend.
"Oh, fine, just keep on thinking that, you insipid little twerp," Terra said. "I'm going home to drizzle the case over my bishi-SORA!"
She stalked off down the school halls, past the gaping mouths of lockers and people alike. She broke through into daylight, sighing as the sun hit her pale skin. Telltale streaks of uneven light brown hair shimmered dully in the light-gifts from a beach long ago.
Kansas' streets welcomed street-ignorant Terra Jem. Perhaps it was simply her deep set eyes or her unforgiving black clothes hinted with silver, but never once had she been hassled on these byways. The walk home was a short one, and she made her ways well.
New greens sheltered the tiny homes lining her walk home. Her house, now coming into view on a neat little street corner, was largest of them all. Her father had found a good man to build on to the back.
She swung wide to avoid slamming into the two cars parked there again (a Thunderbird and a Mercedes). Barely missing them, she smirked, satisfied.only to lose her concentration and slam into the front door. She again recovered, muttering to herself a few choice words.
Inside the house, a fresh coat of wild blue paint shone wet on the walls of the living room. Terra sighed, rubbed a tender spot on her forehead, and lumbered into the confines of her bedroom. It was the only room in the house where she could be completely alone. Where she could play her game, alone. Where she could draw, alone. Where she could do whatever the hell she wanted, and no one, and I mean no one, could bother her.
"TERRA, IS THAT YOU!?"
That is, except her mother.
"Yeah, Mom!" Terra shouted back. "Whatcha need?"
"I GOT DINNER!"
"Goody. Probably Chinese," she murmured.
"IT'S CHINESE!"
"Darn. I hate being right."
Terra dropped her backpack and made her way slowly into the new family room, where more paint, this time bright red, was splattered on the wall.
"Did you like the new color I got for the living room?" Mom asked. "How about this one, isn't it a loverly shade of red?"
"Beautiful. Frank and Edward would be proud."
"You think? Hey, you want to watch Trading Spaces with me? It's coming on in five minutes!"
"Nah, I'm good," Terra grinned. "I'll eat in my room, 'kay? Thanks for the offer, Mom."
As soon as she was out of the room, her mouth drooped and feet dragging the ground. Why did she have to do this? It would be so much easier to just say she didn't like Trading Spaces, to tell her friends that she wouldn't want Riku in a thousand years, flat out not do the stupid English paper due on Monday, just wear some normal clothes, stop pretending she was always sad- but-happy-go-lucky, and play Kingdom Hearts all day.
But that just wasn't the way Terra Jem was. Terra Jem was a happy-go-lucky goth who did all her work well, and she always argued with her friends playfully, and she always watched Trading Spaces without a fuss. She even pretended to like it! Wasn't that what a good friend, a good daughter, student, artist, person was? Wasn't that who she was?
Her only retreat from the real world was her "places," as she put it. Her game, her art, her writing, her stories, her characters, people she loved and knew better than she knew or loved any person in the real world.
Of course, she always came back to a single, significant problem-she had to come back.
It just wasn't right, the people that were outside of these other places she knew. Terra tore her chopsticks from the grocery bag and began eating at record speed. The Dillons chicken fried rice, chicken lo mein, and chicken egg roll were getting extremely tiring, but she still ate them. Her mother couldn't cook, after all. And Terra didn't want to cook. Her brother, Al (short for Albert), was too young to be near a stove, and her father.
Let's not talk about Terra's old man.
Terra's clever chops found each grain of rice and noodle. Throwing her chopsticks away, she reached for the final bit of her dinner-the fortune cookie. It always did her good to read the inside message, and seal it by eating the cookie. Fun, even. But things like "You will find true love" and "You will happen upon good luck today" didn't really mean much to Terra.
It was just fun and games.
Never mess with the cookie gods.
A journey begins this day,
Of two lives you shall live,
You shall decide the reality of love.
Begin what is to be undone,
Ugly is the light and beautiful the shadow.
Means to justify an end or
The means to justify the journey?
You decide.
"Huh? What kind of fortune is this?"
Terra read through it once or twice more. She then shrugged, stuffed it in her pocket, and forgot all about it. Sighing, she turned on her TV and the Playstation 2. While Kingdom Hearts was loading, she took a brief glance around her room. Most people assume that a bedroom defines the person who sleeps within.
Not true with Terra, with the exception of a single object-a painting. The rest of the room was green-pale curtains, dark walls, white trim. The bed was set against one wall, a simple dresser-painted pale green-against the other. An unframed mirror above that, like a tall vanity of some kind. A simple desk was set against the final wall, opposite the door and closet. Her TV was at the foot of her bed on a small, rickety old table.
Getting back to this painting. It appeared complex enough; a small girl was the focus, dressed in a highly detailed outfit that flowed and moved like leather. She was surrounded by a forest clearing, with detailed trees and leaves that looked about ready to come off the canvas. The girl looked like she was dancing with someone, but only a blank silhouette of a man was there. Littering the forest floor were vines, which appeared snakelike and ready to strike when she came near. But she was oblivious.
Terra didn't know why she agreed so heavily with that painting. She hadn't really considered what she was doing when she started drawing the preliminary sketch. Not a clue why she even continued it, drawing it onto the largest canvas she had used yet, using oils, a median unexplored to her, and very permanent.
Probably why she chose it to be hung in her room. And quite possibly why her mother took the green tones from the painting and used them in the room.
God, she hated this room.
Even so.
"Hmm.Maybe she'd agree to paint it a different color if I put in a different painting,"
Terra sighed and turned back to her TV, glad to see that the screen had come up at last.
"New Game? Why not."
And into the game she went, expecting exactly what she had always played in the past. However, the game had ideas of its own. Too many, one might say. But when destiny intervenes.nothing can stop it.
***
Sora flopped back onto the warm sand. Kairi and Riku would be looking for him, but at the moment, he didn't care. What if they didn't get to another world on the raft? What if they just kept drifting and drifting, until they met a storm, or worse, ran out of food and water?
What if this isn't real, and he's not just setting out for a suicide mission?
"I want to see the world.but what if the world doesn't want to be seen?" he said to himself. "I mean, are we just meant to be here, on this island? Are there really other worlds?"
Sora's mouth gaped in a yawn and he rolled over, falling quickly to sleep.
"Sometimes I wonder, too, Sora," a voice said into darkness. "I wonder why someone loses her place, why some are granted this while others' needs are so great."
"Wh-Who are you?"
"You needn't know my name."
A small blue light created shadows against Sora. The location of the voice was no where and everywhere. He was all that was in this place.
"You'll notice that there is little use for shadows without light," said the voice. "And the brighter the light, and the closer it gets, the more the shadow grows." The blue light grew bright, and its source (a light bulb) came close enough for Sora to lick it if he pleased.
Sure enough, the voice was right in every way.
"What does this have to do with me?" Sora asked.
"Everything and nothing at all."
"That doesn't make any sense!"
"Sense? My dear friend, the world is not made of logic; It is made of people. And people, be they whatever they may be, are flawed. And flaws are made in their placement. I give you a great chance now, Sora."
"What chance?"
"To live someone else's life. You see, Sora, had I not been here, your destiny would be very much different. But now I plan to change fate, change destiny. Another's will be changed this night, too. Nothing but a simple poem goes to you each."
A sheet of paper appeared in Sora's hands. I can tell you that it was the exact same as the one Terra received inside of a fortune cookie. However, the game screen only shows her Sora's confused face as he is thrown back into the "real" world.
Kairi!
"WHOA!"
Sora sat up in shock, staring at his good friend as she laughed. Her short red locks and easy countenance always made him forget his troubles. But they came back when she accused him of laziness.
"No! I was in this room, and this voice was-where's that paper-she said-"
Kairi struck him hard on the head.
"Are you still dreaming?"
"Sure he is, he's always dreaming." Riku, with his longish silver hair and aqua eyes, smooth face and easy-going air, was Sora's rival-and other best friend. "So, I guess I'm the only one working on the raft."
"We're coming!"
They jumped up and raced off for the raft together. The three best friends, without a true care in the world. Soon enough, their world would be turned upside down. Not in the fashion that they expected, of course.
"You've got to finish gathering supplies for the raft," Kairi said. She was the organizer, the person who knew what to do and how to do it. Maybe that's why Sora liked her so much. "We need some logs, something for a sail.and some more rope. Think you can handle it, Sora?"
"Don't worry about me, you just get the rest of the stuff lassoed together."
Sora set out across the island, searching for his stuff.
***
"That isn't how it's supposed to go," Terra twitched her nose, irritated. "Oh, well, maybe it's like a bonus thing. Like, if I defeat it so many times, I get to play it this way."
Terra assured herself this was so and started to shut down the system. Just before her fingers hit the "Power" switch, however.
"TERRA!"
"What does that woman want now?" Terra grumbled under her breath. Throwing her controller aside, she went back to the red family room in hopes of whatever it was being incredibly important.
"Yes, Mom?" Her light-hearted response reflected exactly opposite her real feelings.
"Al wants you to drive him to a party or something," Mom said. "Could you take him?"
"Sure."
Al, who was standing just around the corner, jumped out and clapped his hands. He bowed and shouted praises to his sister. Most of them, he didn't really mean. Terra knew it, but she didn't say anything. Silence was the way to go.
Silence and servitude.
Al ran out into the T-bird, Terra following. She had her license already, but it just didn't feel right, being sixteen and all. The navigation system made her feel better about the whole deal anyway; all she had to do was turn on the street it said.
***
Once she arrived back home, she informed her mother that her brother was at a sleepover party. Then, feeling as though dragged through a marsh by the tips of her shoes, she curled into her bed. The funny thing is, she almost always slept on her back. Shrugging it off, Terra fell asleep almost instantly.
***
The sunset was a gorgeous mixture of reds, golds, and purples, but what he really cared about was the fact that it only made Kairi more beautiful. Maybe if he did share a paopu fruit with her, like Riku suggested, she would be with him forever.
Or not.
But it couldn't hurt to try.
Yet it would. It would hurt their friendship. Wouldn't it? Ach! Sora's confusing me!
"I've always wondered why we're here on this island," Riku was saying. "If there are any other worlds out there, why did we end up on this one? And suppose there are other worlds...Then ours is just a little piece of something much greater. So we could have just as easily ended up somewhere else, right?"
"I don't know."
"That's why we need to go out there and find out. Just sitting here won't change a thing. It's the same old stuff. So let's go."
"You've been thinking a lot lately, haven't you?" Kairi said.
"Thanks to you. If you hadn't come here, I probably would've never thought of any of this." He stared right at her. "Kairi. Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Was that an uncomfortable shift? Would Sora lose Kairi to Riku? Only time could tell. They headed home then, in a stiff silence. Riku held back a minute, watching Kairi walk away.
Sora lay on his back in his bed, hoping that the next day would bring better fortune. He sat up and glanced around his room, his blue eyes half- lidded. Dirty clothes, homework papers, left over pizza from about a week ago. He rumpled his chocolate brown hair and lay down to sleep on his back once more. Weird thing is, he always slept curled up.
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Hmm.does anyone smell a Freaky Friday thing coming?? Anyone? Anyone? Could Terra's opening character be better? Blank's (she's important, but she really can't talk a whole bunch yet.)? What about the "mysterious voice" that Sora encountered? How were my scene changes? In other words..Review please! Critics, you aren't gonna hurt my feelings! SHOUT AWAY!