(Note): This fiction has been rated T for a reason, not because I 'felt like it'. It will deal with cheating, abuse, a lot of gore and possibly a character death. No, it will have no lemon in it, because it is not that type of fiction. Sorry to all who clicked this and expected a romantic love story, because this is one of the last things this story is. This fiction is a side fiction and will be updated when I feel it should be. The rating might possibly change as the story goes further so don't get too surprised.
Pairings: They are a secret. I like giving you all a challenge so you must figure them out as you go along. You can make guesses but only the unraveling story can show you what's in store. I will only tell you that there will be mostly SoRiku centric.
Dedication: Usually I don't do this, but I did want to mention the two stories that inspired me to do something like this. The story is a SoRiku fiction named Cabalistic by Katraa and the story An Angel's Savior by Eternamente. I suggest Cabalistic if you like a good romantic/horror story or An Angel's Savior if you like a good romantic/angsty story (though there is some mature content in An Angel's Savior). Go through some of their other stories too, I'm sure you'll like them.
You have been warned, please enjoy.
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Chapter I- Proprietary
Definition of Proprietary
1. To show ownership (n)
2. Belonging or controlled as property (adj)
Being in that spacious living room on the giant brown sofa was like being in a prison cell, sitting on an uncomfortable worned out spring mattress called a bed. You were just waiting until something happened, for better or for worst. Escape was possible but you would be caught eventually and then what? You would start to drag the thought back into your washed mind and start to hit yourself, asking yourself why did you leave the safety of cell bars behind you? He felt like vomiting onto the ground just to take out the pain of dragging the thought that he left behind him about twelve hours ago. It wasn't like being in a prison cell. He was in a prison cell. Man was 'prison' more depressing than he ever imagined it.
"What's the matter with you?" A light feminine voice asked, worried eyes drilling holes into the back of his skulls. He wanted to turn around and tell her everything was fine. Yet he was scared that the drilling eyes would pierce his own if he turned to see her gaze. Hearing her even repulsed him at the moment.
"Nothing," he choked out, wanting to hold back a sob threatening to come out of his throat and mock him frivolously. It hurt to tell her that, because they were suppose to be in trust, right? Trust. Somewhere in the sky an angel and devil were mocking him at the same time, while drinking fine fortified wine together.
"You don't sound too well, Roxas," the young female voice slowly responded, eyes pleading with sorrow in deep ocean blue. He couldn't even see those eyes and yet they made him want to cry like a little child. When she said his name it used to sound like a beautiful opera singer's voice. It made his heart flutter. Now he felt that voice was drowning him in a dark place, where the ocean was black and lustfully cold as he sunk deeper and deeper.
"Don't worry," he paused, wanting to continue the words that he wanted to sputter to her, but felt an imaginary knife stab into his throat. Oh how he just wanted to say her sweet name and put everything behind him. How he wished he could do everything as easily as he said it. Why was he such a damn coward all the time?
"Well…okay," the girl forced herself to agree, not wanting to argue with her boyfriend. "I need to go to work, so you just relax dear," she picked up a small pocketbook bag and gently glided it over her shoulder. Laxly she trotted over to the side mount of the couch and pecked her small lips on her boyfriend's cheek, added with a smile of true purity.
Once he lifted his eyes to see her leave she had already vanished from the room. His eyes waddled back to take interest in his black and red converses again and he let out his dying sob. Prison was definitely not a fun place to be in.
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"Kairi did you get enough sleep?" Asked a man, with calmness and stability in his words that made everything vanish. A voice that revealed the world to all for what it was worth, good or bad. The voice was strained on a good conscious, hoping to hang onto others life lines and pull them into the safety zone. Too bad the world and its people weren't always up for the content of 'safety'. Especially the one who was doing this pain to her.
Kairi shook her head, the sound of her neck cracking contaminating the room. "Insomnia is quite a drag," she grumbled with a yawn, flouting her lifeless auburn hair. Her stomach underfed, eyes shot and eyelids a bit baggy. "I'll be fine, so don't worry so much Zexion." With the way she looked though she was another country away from the definition of fine.
Zexion examined the girl cautiously. He was one of the few therapists that roamed around 'The Academy that Never Should Be'. How meaningless a title could be, yet so true to the point. This academy was a waste of talent. Unlike normal high schools this one only housed eleventh and twelfth graders. Why? The town decided to after they made a new high school, one that seemed fancier and flashier than this one. Now this school didn't look half-bad like the title suggested. The place used to be an old college campus so it was huge. Why was it a waste of talent? Half the student body didn't even care about their education or future. It was pathetic in his cold eyes.
He had known Kairi for a while now. She had been coming in her frequently for the past couple months and was most likely the only happy human being that this school had under their grasp. At least when he met her those two months ago. She looked like the school's unhappy mascot now. He saw her school work and her very strange and unusual talents, such as sword fighting and as he talked and worked with her he became to dawn on the denying truth that she didn't belonged here at all. She deserved so much more. The first thing that she deserved better was the thing that always kept her pushing back.
"Very well, Kairi," he gave up easily, not wanting to argue with the senior while she was in such a tired state. "Why are you here now?"
"In all honesty," Kairi said with a pause, twirling her trembling skinny fingers around a strand of her dull hair. She wanted to say why she was here but then Zexion would become worried. So she gulped down her real reason and supplied a fake one. "I just wanted to skip my physics class. You don't mind, right?"
Zexion's eyebrow perked in curiosity. He was no crackpot therapist that just told people that they needed to change their lives and how they would change them according to him. Unlike money whore therapists these days he cares for his patients' well-being. Though he had a tendency to let his patients work out their own problems, then decide whether they want to keep seeing him. There was no force. It was quite obvious to him that Kairi was just giving him an excuse not to tell the truth. Even if her physics work was atrocious, giving her a good want not to come to the class she fails in. With a smirk like smile he sat further into his chair. "I don't mind company, Kairi. Just don't make a habit of it."
The pale girl smiled as bright as a sun and sat down on the sofa and made a relaxed sigh. "Do you mind if I-"
"Sleep on the sofa?" Zexion calmly said, finishing her sentence before the worn out girl could. "I wouldn't mind at all."
Kairi made another light sigh and sprawled herself on the couch. She felt safe sleeping here more than in her own home. Maybe it was because she knew that even from afar thoughts were still bursted around her. The feeling made her want to cry for eternity. For a split minute or two her mind wandered, then without notice she found herself dead.
Zexion just made a groggy groan as the frail girl rested on the opposite couch. Kairi was lying about her insomnia and it was so blatantly obvious a blind man could see it. What wasn't so obvious to everyone else was the true cause of her so-called 'insomnia'. Curiosity did kill the cat. Whoever 'the cat' was in any case that is. He never liked being the cat.
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He didn't know why he did it, but it felt like an amazing rush. Like some kind of addiction, not necessarily drugs, that he couldn't get rid of. Even if he wanted to keep that addiction right where it was, in the safety of his heart.
Holding his jewel felt so right though. It was so naïve and defensive and he loved it. A challenge like none he ever dreamt of. The one he held curled up in his lap, a precious jewel that no one could even see with their uncanny eyes, was the one he felt so much for. If only the world didn't see it as a wrong to feel for his precious jewel, then he would express it to all. Society was a wreck. People were scared of flaws, thinking that they weren't perfect just because they weren't the same. So they turn to others around them to judge their own flaws against their own. Like sheep others follow mocking bystander's flaws, so that their own would be ignored. A shammed world is what it was.
To him though his jewel had only one flaw to showcase unintentionally. A flaw known as trust in all. He would take anyone's word for what it was and agree with it, not even allowing himself to fight back. It made him want to cry when he saw his jewel being judged when he was perfection on the outside like society demanded it, but the flaw on the inside was judged, which was so rare these days. Why his jewel? His jewel was an angel from the sky, wanting to stay around for a while and then drift away sooner or later. Yet he was treated like the dirt that everyone tried to avoid but just couldn't always. If they couldn't avoid the dirt they just spat on it and told it that it wasn't as pretty as they.
Was a flaw to love his jewel, just because his jewel was a beautiful boy?
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Again: This is only a side-project. It will be updated when I feel like updating it, so please don't ask for a rush on it.
Obvious characters introduced: Roxas, Kairi and Zexion. You'll be seeing them as roughly main characters. The other three will be kept a secret, but you're free to guess. For the first two chapters there will be mostly introductions then by chapter three the story will start flowing much better. Don't ask me how many chapters there will be since I'm not too sure myself at this point. So do the usual. Review, watch, whatever. Until next time, I bid you ado.
PS: The next chapter of 'What's so special about four leaf clovers' is almost done. It's currently the main story I'll be working on and will have around eight chapters. I suggest you read it if you're an AkuRoku or Roxamine fan (though it's mostly AkuRoku XD)