A Thing Called Irony - Chapter One
Naminè's Got Game?
* Summary: All Naminè really wanted was just someone whom she could call her soul mate, her one true love. Was that asking too much? Of course it was, because obviously life is no fairytale book with prince charmings and fated true loves. Life's a shoe that apparently likes to continually kick people in the backside to show them who's in control. Who would have thought that after so many heartbreaks, Naminè would turn around and give life a run for its money when she's finally had enough? Surely not Roxas.
* Warning: This story contains heavy, butt loads of drama, angst, explicit language, maybe some adult-ish situations, the ruining of innocence, broken laws and jailtime, intense usage of peer pressure, the bashing of a lot of KH guys, Naminè's bad side, and drama, drama, drama.
* Disclaimer: The day I own Kingdom Hearts is the day the sun shines green.
*Edited slightly: July 22th, 2013
GO!
Naminè Ferrand peered almost mindlessly out the car window in the passing blur of the endless white of winter. Fatigue may have been what kept her so silent, as it was an early Monday morning, but her mind was working at full alert, racing with thoughts and wonders of a simple question she had gotten herself latched onto for the better part of the morning. Green eyes or hazel...? It was a particular guy preference she just couldn't find it in herself to decide on. Hazel eyes are very pretty now that I think about it... It may seem silly, but Naminè often took the time to pick out the little things she found in a perfect guy. For the moment, she loved a guy with a prevailing sense of humor, not too tall, but above average, an inviting aroma to him, a warm laugh, almost teasing, and hazel eyes. But green eyes are beautiful as well... Sometimes Naminè wanted to whip out her notebook and make a list of all the qualifying traits of the perfect boyfriend, but that'd be just silly.
Deciding finally on hazel eyes as she had first chosen, Naminè sighed and once again sat sitting forward to see the oncoming of an icy intersect. All through the red light, the silence had yet to die from the air inside of the car, but when the light turned green Naminè was plagued with another wave of indecision. Green eyes are indeed beautiful on a guy. She concluded, but she couldn't decide whether green eyes were better than hazel.
"Too much thinking for a blonde is never good."
Naminè smiled lightly at the taunt and unconsciously began to fiddle with the sleeve of her coat. "Which are better, Kairi, green eyes or hazel?" If anyone knew anything about guys, it was Kairi... 98% of the time anyway.
The auburn haired girl made a right turn down the ice white highway and slowed down to the speed limit of the school district. Huffing a short, sure laugh, Kairi smiled widely with a shake of her head, as if the question had been the asking of her name. "Easy, blue eyes."
"That wasn't an option, Kai." Naminè pointed out, although she knew the redhead would say something similar to what she had. Kairi loved blue eyed brunettes afterall.
Kairi shrugged indifferently as she turned carefully on the frozen road of the school entryway and into the junior parking lots. "It should be. But for you, I'd say green. Riku's got really green pretty eyes." Naminè thought about that for a moment, reasoning that Riku's eyes were certainly breathtaking to the sight, but there was a tiny detail Kairi was missing; Riku's eyes were a bright blue-green, aqua even.
Maybe aqua instead then...? Naminè had been set back ten whole spaces with the new color choice and now she started to consider hair color and whether she only liked aqua eyes with Riku's silver hair or not. To her left, Kairi suddenly filled the deftly silent car with loud laughter. Naminè paused in her thoughts to give her best friend an inquiring stare in confusion while the redhead's laughter calmed, which wasn't until they were parked.
"It looks like I set off a bomb in your head, as if I just gave you the option of drinking your own urine or someone elses." The auburn haired teen giggled, glancing at the blonde with a mocking smile.
Naminè's blue eyes widened. "That's an awful comparison!" In retrospect, though, that's probably a good way to put how she had been looking while so engrossed in her thoughts. Kairi only snorted amusedly at her own expense before rolling her equally blue eyes and opening her car door. Immediately upon opening her own door, Naminè heard an indignant shout cut through the frosty air. Bickering almost loudly enough where the girls could hear every word clearly from where they stood were Riku and Sora six cars over on the opposite side of the lot. What it was they were bickering about was really anyone's guess when it came to those two.
"Pfft! Riku, please. You're totally just jealous." Sora scoffed in that light tone that, no matter how angered he seemed, was always joking. Riku rolled those adorable aqua eyes (Yeah, only Riku's aqua eyes are pretty... just who else could pull it off without looking extremely homosexual?) and crossed his arms cooly from his lean on his car.
"Right, because it has always been a dream of mine to be the quadruplet of the three of your blue-eyed weirdness." Riku said, sarcasm almost overwhelming, not that it bothered Sora any. Those two have been best friends for years and knew each other better than anyone in the entire group. Naminè was only the most recent.
Walking into the conversation at its guaranteed most randomest had the two girls exchanging an identical look of exasperation. A look that really asked if either of them actually wanted to know what the conversation was about. The ringing of the school bell saved both girls from further indulgence of the two boys arguing and the brunette, pouting about his inevitable defeat, finally took belated notice in the girls approach.
"Gooood morning ladies." Sora greeted smoothly, though both Naminè and Kairi knew who he was specifically talking to. After giving a quick kiss good morning to the redhead and throwing a casual arm around her (and hearing Riku's not so silent groan from the PDA), the four fell into step with the other students going into Twilight High. "How was our weekend? Finish Ansem's book report?"
Kairi let out another sound laugh, a laugh that would make anyone jealous of missing the joke, if any at all. "A certain ditzy brunette made sure I didn't get anything done this weekend." The redhead tittered, voice suggesting but blaming and accusing all at once and all at the brunette on her side. Sora smiled largely, leaning in close to whisper something in Kairi's ear that made the auburn haired girl squeak and hit his shoulder. "You're so full of yourself, Misuda. Besides," Kairi looked toward her boyfriend with blue eyes glittering with obscenity. "I've had much better."
Naminè and Riku both groaned this time, although Naminè wasn't as obvious in discomfort as Riku was. The silverette was never one to really sit back and listen to Kairi and Sora's constant flirting and he really hated it so early in the morning. It was like a constant reminder of being single and a constant reason why his food wanted to reacquaint itself with his mouth. To most people, it was a wonder Riku Prezlock was even single, but like Naminè, he was looking for a girl suitable for all his particular preferences. At least that's what he told everyone.
"Thanks for making my brain cells die once again with the imagery." Riku muttered, adjusting the slipping strap of his bookbag on his shoulder just for the sake of shaking the picture out of his head. Sora snorted and made some witty reply about how the silverette didn't have any brain cells to kill in the first place and the two then began another all-out war of insults, one which Kairi thought would be fun to join this time and Naminè decided to skip. The blonde's thoughts had taken control again.
A bright green... or a warm hazel... And then... with light, golden hair or dark, nightly raven...? Naminè quickly shut down her thinking process before just as suddenly starting it up again with a completely different question. Blonde and raven hair...? Perhaps... maybe even a maple tree brunette...? With what kind of hairstyle then...? Questions the blonde had never once pondered in all her seventeen years were now starting to make themselves painfully known inside Naminè's head. With each new question answered, three more would appear just to make the blonde reconsider the first question she answered. It was infuriating but intriguing all at once.
"Riku..." Naminè called, just loud enough for it to be heard over the three insults being yelled at the same time. Riku pulled out of the war to face the blonde, but Sora and Kairi felt the need to continue, as if it was a game that both of them had figured out how to corrupt. When Naminè had the silverette's attention, she continued. "Which do you like better, green eyes or hazel?"
Riku's slim, silver eyebrows furrowed slightly as if caught off guard. "Hazel." Naminè arched a blonde brow in question at his immediate response with a cute tilt of her head, platinum hair swaying further on her shoulder. How could the silverette decide so quickly between eye colors when Naminè still couldn't make up her mind after hours of going back and forth between them? Riku chuckled and looked farther down the hallway just to have somewhere for his eyes to roam so he wouldn't have to keep eye contact with the blonde. "There's a thing about the color brown that I can't seem to resist I guess."
Naminè stared at Riku while her mind raced with all the girls in the school with either brown eyes of brown hair. Did Riku have a crush on someone? It was possible. Naminè had asked the silverette many times why he was still single after so long, it wasn't like he couldn't get anyone he wanted. But Riku would always shoot the question right back at her and Naminè would blush and drop the subject. Kairi and Sora tried asking, but he told them that he was just looking for the right girl. Naminè couldn't tell if that was it or not but who was she to judge? They were practically in the same boat afterall.
"If you take a picture it'll last longer." Riku spoke with a smug undertone from the corner of Naminè's thoughts. Dropping back into reality like hail, Naminè gave a small smile and looked away from the silverette, either in attempt to hide her creeping blush or to stop bluntly staring, she didn't want to decide. Naminè still couldn't make up her mind though. Hazel is nice... but is it better than a bright green...? Kairi voted for green and Riku voted for hazel, square one again. She turned to ask Sora, but the bubbly brunette and Kairi had suddenly disappeared. Riku laughed to himself while Naminè looked through the halls for the two lovebirds. "They took off while you were spacing out. Something about checking out the Winter Dance decorations in the gym."
"Oh... Sorry." Naminè smiled. "I think I'll go see them too. You coming?"
Riku made a face that scrunched up in obvious disinterest. "Nah, I think I'll meet Tidus in the cafeteria." He said, then suddenly grinning, something Naminè had come to know as his Grinch-grin. A grin that could only mean disaster and chaos. "They're serving fruit platters today."
The blonde could only imagine the destruction the cafeteria was in for. Last time fruit was served, apple sauce and smushed bananas were splattered all across the ceiling. "I don't suppose telling you to act civilized with your food will do any good, will it?" Naminè smiled, teasingly scolding.
As a concise and very much expected response, Riku smirked with a wink before turning down the hall and readying his throwing arm. Naminè found herself quietly laughing at her friend's antics and momentarily deciding between going to the cafeteria to watch or going to see the decorations in the gym. But before she really considered either of the two, her feet were already leading her down the hall to the gym.
And even if she didn't consciously make it, the decision to see the decorations was a good one. Although it wasn't finished yet, the entire gym was swiped of its normal glow of red, orange, and yellow and was now dawned ceiling to floor in glistening whites and light blues. Lines of white circles hung from the ceiling, twirling to glisten in the lights reflection, frost was spray painted on all the windows, in all the corners and spreading a little on the walls were enormously tall, white bare trees that looked to be structured with wood but flowing with stainless white sheets and branches adorned with many baby blue balloons.
Above the entrance where prom-goers would come in was an arch of slowly blinking blue lights and the entrance Naminè came in through (Which led into the hallways) was lined with more stark trees with an occasional blue or white balloon on the limbs and a wallpaper that displayed a path into a winter wonderland all across the walls on either side of the double doors. The gym floor was an icy blue and the ceiling and walls were a crisp white. Snowflakes, boxes of more lights, frosted christmas trees, and snowmen were put here and there, probably to be placed in a more presentful location later, and the tables and chairs were all still against the walls.
To Naminè's right, she noticed Selphie, Rikku, and Yuffie blowing up more balloons on the floor, some with helium and others with good old fashion lung power. "Wow you guys, this looks amazing!" The blonde exclaimed as she walked toward the working trio.
"Aw, thanks Nams. Now I know two weeks of hard, bone-breaking labor wasn't for nothing." Yuffie smiled warmly. Selphie laughed and swatted playfully at the raven's arm for the sarcasm, incidentally making Yuffie drop the balloon she had been blowing up and letting all the air out. The brunette oopsed apologetically but that didn't stop Yuffie from reaching down and slapping Selphie's balloon from the helium pump.
"Guys! Totally not helping!" Rikku shouted before the two could get any further in wasting time and balloons. Naminè giggled as she handed both girls another balloon from their pile. "So, Naminè, what brings you down to this part of town?" The dirty blonde asked, flipping for the umpteenth time at the hair in her face.
Naminè decidedly took a seat on the iced gym floor between Yuffie and Rikku before grabbing a few balloons herself. "Oh, I just followed Kairi and Sora down here to see the decorations." She explained, sliding the scissors, string, and metal blocks in front of her to tie on the end of the balloons with helium.
"Sora and Kairi?" Selphie asked, brunette brow rising. "I haven't seen them at all this morning."
"Yeah, come to think of it, they're not even in here." Yuffie added, to which Naminè confirmed with a quick search of the gymnasium. "Probably off making babies somewhere."
Naminè grimaced at the thought slightly, but Rikku and Selphie thought it to be hilarious. "Oh my gosh, Sora, how a janitors closet just turns me on! Let us make sweet music unto second period!" Rikku said wistfully, her voice mushy with an overdramatic valley girl voice. Selphie nearly died in all her laughter and Rikku and Yuffie continued their little envisioned dialogue of Sora and Kairi. Naminè couldn't help but feel a tad uncomfortable at how far the two very knowledged girls went in their Sora-and-Kairi-pretending, as her cheeks became heated at the very mention of any procedures during intercourse. Thankfully, a few minutes later the warning bell rang and the four girls cleaned the forgotten balloons off of the ground. Yuffie, Selphie, and Rikku had to stay behind to help the other decoration members with clean up, so Naminè said her goodbyes before heading off to class. Before she made it all the way out the double doors, she heard a call of her name.
"Hey, Naminè! Can I talk to you for a sec?"
It sure wasn't one of the girls. The voice was way too deep for a girl and that's what made Naminè slightly nervous. It turned out to be a tall brunette guy with shining blue eyes and messily spiked hair that, oddly enough, fitted the cool-guy air about him. He had slightly tanned skin and a nice build that his white uniform shirt brought out nicely. In Naminè's eyes, he was strikingly handsome, almost overwhelmingly so.
However Naminè never forgot her charm, so she put on her best smile for the new face to show him she could be just as appealing at first glance. "Hi, umm..."
"Terra." He supplied, smiling lightly. "I was wondering, since the dance is in a few days and all, if you would, you know, want to be my date to it." Terra offered, voice laced with nervousness and awkwardness, but Naminè saw something in how he approached her and the topic of asking her to the dance, something very sure and practiced. Although he was painfully attractive, Naminè didn't like the doubting feeling in her chest when it came to accepting the offer or not.
"Ohh, uhm..." Naminè started, feigning disappointment and wincing inwardly at the small show of hurt on Terra's expression. "I'm very, very sorry Terra, and I may seem like the biggest jerk on the planet, but I don't think I should..."
Terra stopped the blonde with a nod of his head before she could totally reject him, understanding now settling over that small hurt Naminè could have sworn she saw. "I see. It's no big deal, don't feel so hard on yourself for it, though you're missing out on a pretty fun night here." There he winked playfully and the blonde's face warmed. "But if you don't mind me asking, is there someone else?"
Naminè wanted to say yes, because she knew if she didn't he would find a way to persuade her final answer for his benefit. But for some reason, the truth seemed to make its way out her mouth quicker than any lie could. "No, no. That's not it, it's just that dating... isn't really big on my todo list yet." Terra gave her an incredulous look and Naminè laughed softly. "Silly, right? All my friends tease me for it, but I can't help but feel like there's someone special out there for me, someone so special that I'll be able to tell that they're the one just by first glance."
Terra smiled, even as Naminè blushed from realizing her rambling to a complete stranger. "I understand completely." He told her in a tender voice. "But if you ever change your mind, give me a call. I may not be Mr. Perfect, but I can come as close as possible if you'll let me." He said, smile now bright and proudly displaying the tips of his pearly white teeth.
Nodding, Naminè reasoned, seemed to be the only respectable thing she could do as a response. Terra was a nice guy, at least at first impression. He was sweet and understanding, not daring to overstep his boundaries yet knowing where his particular strengths lay when it came to winning girls over. Maybe it was for that reason that Naminè found it suddenly way too hard to breathe as she took the brunette's offered cell phone. She was nervous. Things like this always made her nervous. Punching in her cell number made her nervous. Sending a text to her own phone to receive his number made her extremely nervous. The fact that, for some damn reason, things like this happens to her on a daily basis made her nervous. She really wished that Kairi was here with her. It was usually the redhead that made it clear to guys that she wasn't exactly... available.
"Cool." Terra sighed, taking his phone back with an easy smile, looking a lot less tense and way more confident. "Text ya later then?" He asked, but Naminè really couldn't get an answer out good before the brunette was swept away in the lot of hurrying teenagers trying to get to class.
The blonde didn't really know how to respond in this type of situation, or really even how it happened so quickly. But as she made her way to her own class, the unrecognizable number in her phone was the only thing she could actually think about during every period. It was like some bad omen in her pocket that tried to warn her of a very dark and inclement future.
Naminè cringed at her own thoughts. Maybe I'm just over thinking this...
A/N: So, when I checked back on this story the other day, I couldn't even finish the chapter, it was waaaay too long. I mean 6k for one chapter? Back button. So I decided to cut it in half. It's less to read in one sitting, but that only means it'll take longer for Roxas to make his grand entrance. (And believe me when I say I loooove Roxy's debut into this whole thing.)
P.S: I've already ranted about this in the third chapter, but Naminè not really one of my favorites. I really don't like writing about her because I'm so used to writing about AkuRoku and Naminè just doesn't seem to fit in Axel's spot. And any other personality for Naminè besides a soft-spoken, nice-girl one just seems OOC to me. (Trust me, I've read some top-nootch stories with a badass Naminè. I can't seem to make that work too well for me.) Plus, I know there's an accent mark over the 'e' in her name, but I just don't feel like doing that. Meh.
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Sixteen year old Naminè Ferrand was the idol of Twilight Town High School. You didn't go to Twilight Town High School without knowing this name; who she is, what she does, how she dresses, what she eats, what classes she has and who she hangs out with. Because Naminè Ferrand was a vision among even angels. She had such soft features, such pretty, fair skin, big, round, sparkling blue eyes, voice silky and heavenly like heaven itself, laughter so bouncy and jovial it was physically contagious, and hair so golden it closely neared platinum. Naminè Ferrand was the embodiment of the perfect girl. But Naminè Ferrand was not like your typical popular school plastic, she was quiet and well reserved. She knew her boundries, her education meant the world to her, and she hung around parent-approvable classmates. She was your normal, teenage girl, but with the air of a goddess. And like all teenage girls, Naminè Ferrand had boy troubles.
"Are you high?" Kairi, a good friend of Naminè's since Junior High, asked exasperatedly. The redhead glanced at the blonde with wide, blue eyes in disbelief before peering back to the road. Naminè sighed softly from the passenger seat as she twidled with her thumbs. Kairi let out short, breathy laughter that sounded more like a bitter scoff than anything else. "You're, like, the prettiest person I know! If you wanted a boyfriend, you could easily get one, no problem."
"I don't just want a boyfriend to like one day then eventually not like the next month because of their personality or something." Naminè explained, now fiddling with her coat sleeve. "I want him to be like he was made for me, heaven sent, you know?"
Kairi arched an auburn eyebrow as she turned a corner at an icy intersection. "Yeah, heaven sent. Right. And again I ask, are you high?" Naminè frowned at the redhead and Kairi scoffed again. "C'mon, Nami. This is high school."
Naminè's frown deepened, reaching her bright, ocean eyes and downcasting them to a stormy blue. Naminè blushed slightly as she thought about it. Kairi had a great point, this was high school. Where boys were trying to figure themselves out identity-wise as well as trying to build their reputations before graduating. But did that mean there wasn't a Mr. Perfect somewhere out there? Naminè knew if anybody knew about boys, it was Kairi, but she couldn't help but hope. She just had this feeling that her significant other was out there.
"There's always a possibility." The petite blonde spoke, smiling lightly and flashing the tops of those brilliant teeth. Kairi shrugged, not really disagreeing, but not entirely agreeing either.
"An anerexic possibility." The redhead muttered, not looking over to the passenger seat to see if the blonde heard. And Naminè hadn't. She had sank into her own fantasy world where she had someone who cared greatly for her and who loved her with every fiber in their body. Naminè even had an idea of what her dream guy would look like. They'd be tall and strong and kind, not really one for an obnoxious rep but who was liked by the rest of the student body. He'd be very handsome and athletic and would have a strange admiration for animals and scenery. He'd be a spring person and he'd love to cuddle and hold hands. He treat Naminè with as much love as he had for her. And he'd have the prettiest eyes and the softest hair. He'd like music and he'd have a secret appreciation for artwork, especially Naminè's. He'd never want to hurt Naminè or ever put her in an uncomfortable position, and if he did something she didn't like, he'd stop immediately. He woldn't ever try to pressure Naminè into anything. This was her picture perfect boyfriend. "Hellooo? Earth to Naminè?"
The blonde made a small, unconscious noise in surprise and embarrassment of Kairi's sudden voice now registering in her ears. How long had she been trying to grasp her attention? "S-sorry, what did you say?" Naminè asked, trying harder than one should to will her mind into focus.
Kairi rolled her eyes with another amused snort. "Adorable. Daydreaming about Mr. Perfect again, hm?"
Naminè smiled faintly, now fiddling with the strap to her seatbelt. "He's out there somewhere, I know it." She assured the redhead, wide blue eyes shining with determination as she watched the white scenery outside of the car fly past on their drive to school.
Kairi chanced a dubious glance at the blonde with a slight shake of her head. Kairi Menobi was not someone who made a habit of raining on someone's parade, but Naminè had been talking like a freaking Disney movie for weeks now with her 'Mr. Perfect' obsession. This was high school. With the way Naminè thought, her being so blind to the realities of relationships, Kairi knew she was just going to get hurt in the end. That's how it works in the real world, but every time Kairi tried to tell the blonde this, she'd just giggle and call her silly for being so paranoid. If only she knew.
"Right." Kairi pulled into the school and drove around to the Junior parking lot. When she was parked, she turned completely to face the blonde who was gathering her things for school. "Alright, fine. You're little thing with the perfect guy is cute, but you've never been in a relationship before, so at least let me give you advice." Kairi said seriously. Naminè blinked in surprise but smiled widely at the offer.
"I'd love advice." Naminè looked down to her clasped hands in her lap. "Like, what would make me the perfect girl for my perfect guy. Or how do I find him. Or how to get him to like me. Or how to-"
"Whoa," Kairi laughed, breaking the blonde's trance of questions. "I can help you, but one question at a time."
Naminè nodded and followed Kairi's lead when the auburn haired teen got out of the car. "Okay, so first question: What do you think makes a perfect guy?" The blonde already had a good list of attributes that would make a guy qualify as the perfect boyfriend, but Kairi's input could definitely be helpful when it came to finding one.
Kairi pursed her lips in thought. "Well, the perfect guy is different for everyone. But how I see it, the perfect guy would be someone who makes your heart beat fast, give you chills when you see them and takes over your mind when you don't. A guy who makes you smile just by thinking of them or makes you happy with the little things he does. A guy-"
"Like me?" Kairi smiled as the newly arrived, bouncy brunette put his arm around the redhead with a teeth flashing grin. "What'cha ladies talkin' about?"
"Well, I was thinking one day that I'm almost seventeen years old and never once had a boyfriend. So Kairi's giving me advice on how to find the perfect guy." Naminè explained, expertly hiding her envy by the way Sora easily swooned Kairi with just a simple arm around her waist.
The brunette regarded Naminè with surprised, wide eyes. "Seriously? You've never had a boyfriend, not even once?" The blonde shook her head with a small blush. Hearing it come from Sora made it sound like a bad thing, and it didn't make Naminè feel much better about it when the brunette began to laugh either. "So you've never did the bing-bing either, then?" Again, Naminè shook her head and Kairi playfully swatted at her boyfriend for his insensitivity.
"Honestly Sora, give Nami a break. She's smart for saving her first time with the right guy." Kairi scolded as Sora bubbled with chuckles again. Naminè blushed brightly at the sudden intimations in the conversation.
"So... you two have...?" The blonde asked silently.
Sora and Kairi looked at Naminè with amused grins and answered together, "We'll tell you when you're older." Naminè squealed at the latent but obvious insult and the two laughed at the blonde's flushed reaction.
"Homeroom hasn't even started and yet you three are already causing a scene."
Naminè looked up to see Riku leaning against some lockers with his arms crossed and an entertained air around him. Using his foot to push himself gently off the wall, Riku stepped into pace with the rest of the three as they made their way to homeroom. Sora rolled his sky blue eyes at the silverette but smiled goofily nonetheless. Riku Prezlock and Sora Misuda were diehard best friends and had been so for years, since the begginings of gradeschool. Then they met Kairi during their last year of elementary and Kairi met Naminè during their third year of junior high. There were others in their small group of friends, but these four were almost siblings with how close they were.
"Hey Riku, get this: Nami's never had a boyfriend before!" Sora exclaimed, much louder and public than Naminè would've liked.
Riku arched a silver eyebrow at the brunette. "Duh? Maybe this has slipped your mind, but I'm not an idiot. If Naminè ever got a boyfriend, don't you think she'd at least tell us? Hell, don't you think the entire school would tell us? Naminè's sporting her own fanclub in this place."
Kairi and Sora exchanged looks of realization. "That's true..." Sora muttered.
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