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Author's Note: Ohoho….hello! This most likely my second serious fic. I doubt I'll finish my other one…kind of lost interest. The story to it is very similar to one of my other stories, which is original with my characters…but I wanted to test it out with my favorite game. So….here we go. Huzzah!
Warning: It's rated R for obvious reasons…listed as followed:
- Language
- Gore/violence
- Most likely suicidal scenes
- And some lovey dovey stuff…not too bad, honestly. Mostly fluff.
Also, this is shonen ai/yaoi. If you don't know what that is, I wonder about you. O_o; guy/guy pairing, my kiddies.
Disclaimer: Yup…you guessed it. I don't own any Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy shizzle. The story is mine, though….stick that in your pipe and smoke it! Haha.
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City Royalty
Sora just stood at the end of the alley way where it connected to the road, leaning against the graffiti filled brick wall as he watched cars of all shapes and sizes pass down the small sector of the city. His chestnut brown hair was damp with sweat and drooping due to the heat wave which had recently hit.
But with the loud noises around, cats screeching as dogs chased them down the distraughted alleys and roads of Sector 4, the brunette seemed to be at peace. His eyes were fixed on nothing in particular, but would be the sight of interest if anyone cared to look into his extreme blue eyes. His clothes consisted of what someone who lived in the gutter would wear…but then again, he did live in the gutters…he had as long as he could remember.
We simply wore a long, overly large white shirt which on the back near the shoulder blades; were printed two wings, outlined in a light blue. He wore jean shorts that come far down from his knees, which almost made them look like pants rather then what they were. They too, were worn out with tears near the knee area. But beside all of that; we wore a chained necklace along his collar which held a sparkling silver crown to adorn it. You could say that was his most treasured possession.
"Sora! Get your ass in here, your break isn't for another 20 minutes!" The boy winced when he heard his Uncle yelling from the door farther down in the alley. 'You can't blame me for wanting to get out of that smoke infested hole…' And so with a heavy sigh, he pulled himself to the door.
When he got into the back of the bar, he saw the usual grumpy face of his 'uncle'. He was a tall man, who always had a toothpick or a cigarette in his mouth. Blonde hair and a tight attitude, Cid, and his Aunt Aerith were his only family…But he started to wonder if maybe they weren't by birth his family…we felt so awkward thinking them as actual blood related family…but he loved them non the less. He prepared for his uncle's usual ramblings when he cut doing his work. Brain, get ready for the countdown…three…two…
"Kid, how many times have I told ya?! You can't keep cuttin'! I'm losing employees as it is…" It was true, the High Wind (the name of their bar) was loosing employees by the minute. Probably because it was in the most poor sector of the city, and many people were moving to other ones…especially the ones that K.A.R.M.A seemed to be interested in turning to another one of their sectors for training. Sora hated the corporation with a passion...they had made his family so poor by stealing away their customers…and for stealing his parents away….
"Hey! Are you listening to me?" He felt his brain go through the wash cycle as Cid grabbed onto his shoulders, shaking him from the thoughts of water in the washing machine known as his head.
"Yeah, yeah…Don't shake me so hard, I could throw up my lunch" Sora remarked sarcastically, grinning his normal, cheesy grin. His Uncle rolled his eyes at his nephew's childish antics, and scooted him to the bar, throwing a broom to him.
"Get crackin' kid, and maybe I'll tell Aerith to let you have some dessert today." And with that notion, Sora's grinning face fell into determination as he swept the dirty floor of the High Wind.
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"Okay…swept the floor, polished the glasses…finally got Mr.Murphy to go home….I think I deserve some dessert today!" He smiled triumphantly to himself as he walked home, his arms behind his head in his usual childish manner. Cid had always scolded him for being so much like a child...but in truth, he still was. At age 14, Sora was still considered a child to his aunt, but he felt maybe he could be a man now…but that wouldn't be any fun. Fun was very important in a life like his…
He nearly fell as he felt a shoulder collide with his. Ready to say hello to the gray and brown pavement, he only opened his eyes to see he hadn't fallen…and to feel two warm arms hold onto his waist. What the..?
"Sorry about that…" This voice seemed a bit familiar...but at the same time it wasn't. He felt the person who kept him from falling pulling him to stand, and he complied. He got to see them, but there face was hidden in a black hood…only a few strands of silver hair were visible.
"Are you alright?" Sora wasn't paying attention when the figure spoke, which must have irritated them by the sound of their voice when they asked again.
"Huh? Oh….y-yeah, I'm fine." He laughed nervously, and he could of sworn he saw a smile under the shadow of the hood..
"Good…see you around, kid." They walked off, almost seeming as if nothing had happened. Sora stared after him, still calculating in his brain all that happened.
Ugh…too much thinking. Brain hurts……it was just an accident…but, it feels like I know that guy from somewhere….eh, worry about it later…Ice cream is waiting for me! Sora soon forgot about the tension between the black coated figure, and ran to his house, just waiting to taste the sugary concoction his Aunt was famous for.
"Hn….interesting kid." The figure smiled under the shadows as they watched the spirited youth run down the street. And after a few moments, the black coated figure disappeared into the late afternoon.
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