Hola, I am Skaterstar57! Welcome to "I'll Be There for You". This is my first story on here, and I hope you all like it.
Summary: Sora Hikari is a normal 16-year-old trying to survive through school, friends, crazed ex-girlfriends (or they think they were his girlfriend) and stalkers, or at least he thinks he is normal.
Disclaimer: First of all, I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor do I own the characters from Kingdom Hearts of the characters from Final Fantasy ones. The only character I own in this is Sonja, Sora's mom. But geez, don't we ALL wish we owned Kingdom Hearts?
Warning: This fic will contain yaoi (boyxboy love). If you do not care for boyxboy love, I suggest you leave. This fic will also contain language. Especially from my little Sora. Hehe.
Reviews: If you love me you will review! (Riku: Who would ever love you?) ...Good question. But it shall remain unanswered as of yet.
-Edit Note-: Yeah, I know it's been forever…over a year, actually. I just hope you can forgive me. I'm doing the same thing I did with AUG—I'm going to edit all the previous chapters, and then write new ones. But I am back, I assure you.
A/N: I've read through this chapter like...50 times or something. I've still probably made a ton of spelling or grammar mistakes, I just hope you can forgive me. Okay, I think that's it. Oh...and if you review I will give you cookies! (Sora: Can I have a cookie?) No! Anyway, on to the story! -Secretly hands Sora a cookie-
I'll Be There for You - Chapter 1. Just a Normal Boy
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"You don't know what you got till it's gone." -- Cinderella - Don't Know What You Got (Till It's Gone)
Sora Hikari is a normal 16-year-old trying to survive through school, friends, crazed ex-girlfriends, (or theythink they were his girlfriend), and stalkers, or at least he thinks he is normal. Every day he gets woken up by his mother, or at least she attempts to wake him up...
"Sora, time to get up," Sora could hear the faint sing-song voice of someone...no...definitely a woman. Sora rolled over on his side and gripped his sky blue sheets in his fists, pulling them nearly over his head.
"SORA, you are getting up, NOW," Sora heard the same voice; only it did not sound as pleasant. Deciding to ignore it, he pulled his pillow over his head, attempting to muffle the annoying voice that was getting louder, and louder, and LOUDER.
"Sora Victor James Wellington Hikari the III, you can not stay in this bed another minute. I will not have a son who stays in bed all day long. So, you are getting out of this bed this instant, you hear me!" In the very back of his head Sora heard a muffled voice under his pillow, he did not catch all of it, of course, the pillow muffled out some words.
Sora processed what he had just heard. 'Sora, you can stay in bed all day, you hear me!' Sora smiled as he slipped back fully into dreamland.
Sora's mother sighed, realizing she wasn't making any progress. Click. She felt as if a light bulb had just lit above her head. She got an evil gleam in her eyes as she remembered the best way to wake up Sora. "Okay, Sora, this is the last straw. You have driven me over the edge way too many times waking you up, so, I am resorting to plan thunderbird."
Sora was stirred out of his dream of having endless food to eat all day long, when he heard a faint voice mention the name "Thunderbird". No! Sora quickly grabbed onto the metal bars of the back of his bed and held on for dear life.
Sora's mother grabbed onto his ankles, and started to pull like there was no tomorrow. "Sora, if you keep this up you'll kill your mother." She started to tug harder when Sora did nothing but cling tighter to his bed. Even though he was holding on with a vengeance, he was still asleep.
Sora's mother tried her hardest to pull Sora out for five minutes. Fully exhausted, she decided to go with her next plan: plan blizzard. She let go of Sora and held her hands up in defeat. "Fine then, become a lazy bum for all I care." Sora heard the annoying voice leave the room. Finally! No more interruptions, just sweet sleep.
Sora's mother quickly ran downstairs toward the kitchen and got out a big pot, the biggest she had. She held it under the sink until it was nearly full and pulled it out. She quietly walked up the stairs, making sure not to wake his majesty up. She set down the pot on the floor so she could open the door, she picked back up the pot and walked in as quiet as a mouse. She smirked when she saw his "Majesty" was laying there, a big goofy grin on his face, while snoring like there was no tomorrow.
She tiptoed up to Sora's bed, being careful not to spill the pot on her way, and waited at the edge of the bed. When Sora turned fully to rest on his back, instead of his stomach, she prepared herself. Okay, on the count of three, she thought.1...2...3! "Plan blizzard, it's your time to shine!" his mother yelled as she poured the ice cold water over a very surprised Sora.
Sora jumped out of his bed and looked around frantically. Bloody murder was written all over his face. He quickly went against a wall as he laid eyes on his giggling mother. "What the fuck was that all about!" yelled the extremely angry, and now freezing cold, Sora.
"You wouldn't get up again, your Majesty." She mock bowed. "So, I first tried plan 'Thunderbird', you clearly won, I don't know how you do you it when you're asleep. Anyway, I then decided to try plan blizzard,"—she smirked—"obviously, it worked."
Sora pouted as he started to shiver. "B-but it's s-summer, Mom!" he objected. "I shouldn't have to get up this early!"
"I don't care if you never had school again for the rest of your life, you will not sleep like a lazy bum through breakfast." She shook her finger at him while placing her left hand on her hip.
Food! Sora thought. "Breakfast?" Sora's eyes immediately shot up.
"Yes, yes," Sora's mother hurriedly answered. "But first you have to take a bath, young man." She pushed Sora towards the bathroom. "Get dressed and cleaned up, or no dessert for you at dinner tonight."
Sora glared at his mother, but alas, it turned more into a pout. "I hate you."
Sora's eyes looked at the now giggling female form of him. It was truly incredible how much they looked alike, really. She had deep sky blue eyes, just like Sora's. Her shoulder length cinnamon brown hair was soft and slightly curly, but it was mostly straight and hung down slightly over her eyes. Her tanned skin matched perfectly with her hair. She was only about a half an inch taller than Sora, but Sora couldn't help but feel intimidated by her when she gave him that death glare she always seemed to have fixed on him; if not, she was always in a fit of giggles. Truly remarkable woman he had for a mother.
His mother winked. "I love you, too." She blew a kiss as she turned and walked out of his room.
Sora groaned. "Why me?" he softly pleaded.
Every day Sora Hikari would eat his breakfast. Well, if you could call it eating. His mouth worked more like a vacuum, sucking it all in, not even being able to taste it. And every day, he would not only eat it in five minutes flat; but also eat alot of it.
Some time later Sora ran down the stairs yelling, "Food!" as his stomach growled. His mother chuckled slightly and placed a plate of food in front of him. She watched, amused, as Sora shoveled down (in about five minutes, miraculously enough), five pancakes, three servings of scrambled eggs, a couple of servings of hash browns, two waffles, eight strips of bacon, and a nice share of orange juice and milk. Just as he was done, he began to peel a banana and munch it down as well.
Sora looked up at his mom with an innocent smile. "Sonja, may I—"
"Sora, how many times have I told you to call me, 'Mom'. You are my son after all." She glared at him.
Sora muttered under his breath. He looked up at her again, with his puppy dog eyes she just couldn't resist. "Please then, Mom, may I go now?"
Sonja sighed. She never could resist the "eyes", and if she ever dared, she just could not, and would not ever be able to turn down the pout. She swore he got that from his father. "Fine, just be back before dark," she reluctantly gave in.
Sora grinned and kissed Sonja on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom!" He started to head towards the door, and then as if remembering something, stopped in his tracks. "Hey, where's Roxas?" Sora cocked his head to the side cutely as he turned around to face his mother once again.
"Oh," she thought about it for a second, while taking a sip of her coffee, "he's still asleep."
"WHAT?" Sora screeched. "He's still in bed while I've already had breakfast! Am I missing something here?" he demanded.
"He's younger than you are," she replied, taking another sip of her coffee.
"Yeah," Sora scoffed, "by a year."
"Well," she started reluctantly, "he sort of got in late last night." She smiled wickedly.
"What! No way! Who?" Sora asked, mortified.
"That's the thing," she giggled, "I don't know."
"Liar!" accused Sora.
She shook her head frantically while pressing her lips together to not let another giggle slip out.
"Oh, you do too know!" Sora pointed his finger at his mother. "You ALWAYS do that when you're lying!"
Before she could control herself, she blurted out, "It was Axel!" She finally couldn't contain herself and fell down to the kitchen floor laughing—hysterically
"AXEL!" Sora yelped. "I thought they were just friends! How did this happen?" Sora raised an eyebrow.
"Don't know, don't care." She shrugged her shoulders. "Isn't it just great?" She grabbed Sora's hands and started dancing around in a circle with him. "My Baby's growing up!" She then pulled Sora in a life-threatening hug and continued to hold on until she heard Sora gasp out, "Mom, I...need...air."
Sonja let go of her son to see his face a nice shade of purple. "Sorry, sweetie, now you run along. I must get up Roxas." She got this determined look on her face as she grabbed a pitcher of orange juice and her spatula. "Plan deathroad, it is your time!"
Sora shook his head. He swore the woman was pure evil down inside. She walked up the stairs quietly as Sora grabbed a piece of toast. After getting something to drink he headed to the door as he heard someone screech, "Roxas Matthew Robert Wellington Hikari the V, you get up this instant, you hear me!" Sora heard a pitcher of orange juice poured all over someone as they got whacked with a spatula. "Poor Roxas..." Sora started to feel sympathetic. He grabbed the door handle and went out. "Oh well, not my problem!"
Sora Hikari may be a normal boy, as he called himself, but his friends certainly were not. He kept reassuring himself this as a squealing girl with emerald eyes tackled him to the ground. It was the instant he had exited his house when the attack had taken place, and Sora swore on his mother's grave... (Sora: Wait! My Mom's not dead! Skaterstar57: We are not having this conversation again… Beside the point, you can't talk to me! Sora: Then why are you talking about me?! Skaterstar57: Because…I have a twisted mind and wanted to make a another fic with you and Riku… Sora:Riku! I'm with Riku again?! Why can't people be more original?! I mean, Riku is getting old… Riku: What do you mean old? Skaterstar57: -Sighs- I give up then. Fine, Sora swore on his grandmothers' grave… Sora: Hah! Gran's not dead either! Skaterstar57: Fine then, your hamster...Sora: That was an accident! I was three! How would I know what would have happened anyway? I didn't even know what a microwave was!Skaterstar57: -Shoves Sora and Riku back into the story plot line- Now stay there and be good boys! I'll even throw in some cookies if you're good, Sora. Sora: Cookies!)
Anyway, Sora swore on his hamster's grave that the girl was drawn to him magnetically. Sora, realizing he needed air more than ever now, squirmed in her arms while gasping out, "Oxygen…is nec…essary…to live…Selphie…" Sora gave a sigh of relief when she got off of him. After taking several deep breaths he was back to his normal self.
"Sorry about that Sora." Selphie blushed. "I'm just so excited that school's out now!" She literally jumped for joy.
"Yeah, I am, too," Sora agreed with a smile.
"Really?" Selphie took his hands in hers and started jumping up and down. "We have freedom now! We will not be slaves to books, or principles, or deadly school lunch food! Or…or evil talking milkshakes!"
"Talking…milkshakes?" Sora raised an eyebrow, still being jerked around by the over-hyper girl.
"Yes, silly!" She shook Sora roughly. "Don't you remember that strawberry milkshake Tidus got once? It turned evil and threatened to kill me!" She gasped. "You don't remember, do you?"
Sora just ignored the girl's crazy antics. "Uhh…Selphie, have you snuck into the sugar cabinet in Naminé's house again?" Sora reluctantly asked, already knowing the answer coming.
"Sure did!" She beamed." Hey, I brought some rock candy for you!" She handed Sora about four or five sticks.
Sora slowly took the sticks from her hand. "Uhh…Selph, these have already been eaten to the core…"
"Oh, right." She frowned. "I already ate them." Her smile returned. "Oh well, let's just go get some more!"
Sora tried to stand his ground, but finally gave up as he felt himself being dragged away by the sugar-high girl. Sora felt as if he were saved when a blitzball whizzed by his head. He looked up in hope, glad to see the rest of his friends standing there.
"Yo, Selphie, why you trying to kill Sora, ya?" the redhead, known as Wakka, asked.
"I was not!" Selphie pouted defensively.
"Really?" another redhead questioned.
"Really, Axel! I was just taking Sora to go get some sugar." Selphie huffed, crossing her arms.
"Selphie," a blonde girl's hand reached out to touch Selphie's shoulder, "have you snuck into my sugar cabinet again?"
"…"
"Selphie, tell me."
"Yes, I did, Nami." Selphie got this puppy dog look on her face as she continued, getting down on her knees and clasping her hands together. "But it's the first day of summer break! I needed sugar." She sniffled.
As soon as Selphie looked sad, she jerked her head around when she heard a certain blond mutter something. She shot up instantly. "TIDUS ISHIDA, YOU TAKE THAT BACK THIS INSTANT!"
Tidus stuck his tongue out while saying, "Nuh-uh."
Selphie fumed. "Uh-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
The four watched the two continue in silence, that is, until, Wakka decided to break it. "How long they gonna do that, ya?" he whispered in Sora's ears, not wanting to disturb the fuming teenagers.
"Until Tidus gives in," Sora whispered back. "Also known as hours, days, weeks, months, even years."
"I know how to get Selphie to stop," Axel decided to give his two cents.
"How?" Sora tried to stay as quiet and calm as possible, also trying to forget who Roxas had been out late with last night.
"Give Selphie candy," he whispered so quietly, Sora would not have heard if he had not been listening intently.
"WHAT?" Sora screeched, immediately realizing his mistake, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands.
Selphie's Death Glare of Doom™ (1) was immediately directed at Sora instead of Tidus. "What. Was.That." Selphie's emerald eyes were nearly black with anger; Sora couldn't help but whimper.
"Iwassayingweshouldgogetsomesugar," Sora hurriedly answered. Most humans wouldn't have been able to understand Sora, but Selphie could. Sora covered his head with his hands, as if to shield himself—only to glomped by a very happy brunette.
"Great idea, Sora-wora!" Selphie squeezed Sora 'till he could barely breath. "Well, what are you all waiting for?" Selphie cocked her head to the side, as she stood up from Sora. (She had knocked him down, because she hugged him so hard.) "Let's go get some can-DAY!"
Sora made a mental note to himself as soon as they exited the candy store: Never. Give. Selphie. Candy.
Ever.
Well...
Only use candy in emergencies… Like the time Selphie held a gun on Sora and Axel...
Sora shook his head at the memory. When Selphie is deprived of a certain amount of sugar, things can get pretty ugly. Once she had gone so far as to tie up Sora, Tidus and Axel until they gave her or told her where some sugar was. That was the day she found out about Namine's sugar cabinet…
To this day everyone blamed Sora for letting it slip out.
All of Sora's friends were heading off to the movies, Selphie excited because there was more candy there as well. But Sora decided to pass; he wanted to go for a walk.
He didn't know why he wanted to walk anyway, usually he wouldn't ever pass up a chance for the movies, especially since it was Naminé's treat for the first day of summer break. But Sora felt like he just needed to take a walk—to clear his mind.
So that's what he was doing now; arms crossed behind his head as the summer breeze blew by Sora, ruffling his hair slightly. Sora took a deep breath as he walked by some benches in the park. He saw kids playing on seesaws, swings, slides and monkey bars. All of them laughing and enjoying themselves the entire time…except for one kid, Sora noticed.
She was sitting cross-legged in a corner all alone; not a person with her. Her long blonde hair hanging wildly in several directions, some of the blonde locks in small braids. The braids looked rather messy, it looked like she had done them herself. Sora chuckled slightly. Sora couldn't help but notice the brilliant shade of emerald eyes she had.
Sora walked over to her slowly, being careful not to scare her, although, she didn't look scared, mad or sad. She looked as if she were lost in deep thought. Eight-year olds have deep thoughts? he thought. Well, she looked eight, anyway, he wasn't quite sure, though.
The girl realized Sora was heading towards her and tensed slightly, but looked up from the ground. Instead of running away, she started staring at Sora. Sora didn't like being stared at with those curious emerald eyes. It made him feel under pressure.
"What's the matter?" Sora asked quietly, as he crouched down next to the girl, sitting cross-legged like her as well.
"No one wants to play with me," she replied, but didn't sound sad or upset about it.
"Really?" Sora cocked his head to the side cutely. Sora didn't even realize he did it all the time. It was just something he did naturally. "Well, do you want to play with me?"
"Sure!" The girl sprung off of the ground and hugged Sora. "But hey, what's your name?" she asked Sora while dragging him to the seesaws.
"Sora."
"Mine's Rikku!" she chirped happily as she sat down on one of the seesaws.
"Riku?" Sora repeated quietly as he sat on the other end of the seesaw.
"Yep!" she confirmed happily as she tried to push the seesaw down. Sora wasn't budging and she got rather frustrated. She then realized Sora had this heartbreaking expression on his face. He looked like he wanted to cry…
"What's the matter?" Rikku inquired.
"Oh, nothing." Sora gave her a sad smile as he pushed off the ground to begin moving the seesaw.
"Tell me!" Rikku persisted in a put out tone. "What is it?" Then her voice turned extremely gentle. Sora had to tell her…
"Well, your name's Riku right?" Sora pushed again against the ground to make the seesaw go faster.
"Duh." Rikku pushed back.
"How do you spell it?" Sora pushed once more and they kept pushing against the ground again and again, growing more speed each time.
"R-I-K-K-U," Rikku answered Sora as if he were the child.
"Well, I used to have this friend—named Riku." Sora smiled despondently. "But he spelled it R-I-K-U." Sora added in Rikku's behavior. "Anyway, I had known Riku for as long as I could remember. Probably since we wore diapers." Sora laughed slightly, but it wasn't really a joyful one. "We were best friends. We did everything together. And even though we were friends, we were always competing against each other. Like, we'd race each other to our houses and other stuff too…but he would always win.
"Some time during the whole mess, I got a crush on Riku. I don't know how it happened, but it did. It was getting really bad—my crush. Whenever I was around Riku, I felt funny, and he noticed. He could tell I was acting different. But I did nothing about it. I never told him how I felt. I was worried he didn't feel the same way about me. Which, he probably didn't. We were only kids, after all. And why would a good-looking guy like Riku love a joker like me?
"Well, one night, I decided I would just get it over with. Even if I couldn't his friend anymore, I had to tell him. I couldn't keep going every day feeling that way about him, and not knowing how he felt about me. So, we were heading home one night, and I was just going to tell Riku when he suggested we race to my house. I told you, we were ALWAYS competing against each other. I didn't want Riku to think I was a coward, plus I thought I could tell him when we got home, so I took the challenge even though it was raining horribly, and it was pitch dark.
"Well, we were running so fast and…" Sora tried to hold back tears as he sniffled, "…and it was so dark and pouring we couldn't see and…" the tears Sora was trying to hold back rolled down his cheeks silently as he continued, ""…a-and-and Riku didn't see the car heading straight for him. I yelled out to him, but he didn't hear me… Riku died not long after. The medics said he never even had a chance. Riku died before I got to tell him how I felt. Even though Riku probably didn't like me that way, I couldn't help feeling that there was a slight chance that he did. I've always regretted it, to this day. And I have never felt the way that I felt for Riku about anyone else. Not a single one... "
"That's so sad!" the little girl, Rikku, sobbed.
"Oh, please, don't cry." Sora wiped away his own tears and attempted to smile, to try and make the girl happy. Sora hadn't even realized that they had stopped going up and down on the seesaw. He supposed he just wasn't really paying attention to it.
"I'm sure Riku liked you—like you liked him," she said, wiping away the remains of her tears.
"Thank you." Sora smiled. That certainly made him feel better. Sora pushed against the ground to make the seesaw move once more. Sora thought it would just be best if he changed the subject. "So, Rikku, how old are you, anyway?"
"Six!" she exclaimed. "Well, I'm almost seven, I'm six and a 1/2, ya know."
"Really? Geez, I thought you were eight."
"You did?" Rikku started laughing. And soon, Sora found that he himself was laughing as well. "How old are you, Sora?"
"16. Ten years older than you, Rikku." Sora laughed more as Rikku looked horrified.
"I didn't think you were sixteen!" She gasped.
"Really?" Sora raised an eyebrow. "Then how old do you think I look?"
"14, 15 tops." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Really?" Sora still had an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, really!" She pouted.
"Okay then." Sora jumped down off the seesaws and started to tickle Rikku. She rolled over onto the ground, giggling wildly.
Sora found he liked this girl. She was sweet and kind, but still mature for her age. She was just happy enough, not overly so like Selphie.
Sometime later, Sora found himself walking again. He was walking down the sidewalk thinking. Just...thinking.
Even though he had a great time with Rikku, it had still brought up old memories for Sora; memories that he would never, ever forget; memories that hurt his soul deeply; memories that had scarred his heart for life.
Sometimes Sora wished he had never met Riku, but then he would immediately dismiss that thought. Even if everything with Riku had ended bitterly, he wouldn't trade the wonderful memories he shared with Riku for the world. All the happy memories they shared were incredible—fascinating, the best damn time of Sora's life.
Sora loved his life now, he had his mom; his brothers: Cloud (who was attending college in a different town) and Roxas; his friends: Axel, Naminé, Selphie, Tidus, and Wakka; and now he seemed to possibly have a new friend, this little girl, Rikku. She was sweet, Sora was sure of that.
But still, Sora couldn't help but feel like something was missing in his life. He felt empty inside. And Sora hated how he didn't know how Riku felt about him, but, now thinking about it, maybe it was better that he didn't know. If Riku had died and Sora knew Riku loved him back, Sora would have been twice as crushed.
But then again, wouldn't it have been better if Riku and him had had a short-lived relationship rather than none at all? Sora couldn't entirely decide, really.
But then another question popped up in Sora's head. Why did people always expect him to be happy all the time? Why couldn't he ever be sad for once? He supposed it was just because of the type of person Sora was. Sora was a usually cheerful person, so people always expected him to be happy. (2)
So whenever Sora did feel sad, depressed or lonely, he would just keep it bottled up inside. Locked away in his heart, never to be set free. Sora would always feel worse how he never told someone. But maybe perhaps why he felt slightly better now was because he had finally told someone his sorrows: Rikku.
Sora kept on walking. Today really was a beautiful day, if not a little chilly. For some reason today was colder than usual, and Sora's mother insisted he always wear his special scarf whenever it was cold, even if he were wearing short sleeves, if there was ever wind, Sora would need his special scarf.
Sora's scarf started out with a royal blue, fading into a light blue, and finally white at the tips. It was extremely soft, and anyone could tell every stitch was made with love. But what was so special about Sora's scarf, you ask? Riku gave it to him; that is what made it so special.
Riku had given it to Sora for his 10th birthday; Sora loved it immediately. He swore to Riku whenever he were cold he'd wear it, and that's what Sora was doing. That brought up the subject of Riku again, Sora sighed as the wind blew his scarf wildly in the wind.
Then Sora looked up at the sky. "Where are you Riku?" Sora asked, almost in a pleading way.
Sora kept on walking when he then heard something. It sounded like quiet feet behind him. Sora suddenly whipped around to find…
…absolutely nothing.
Sora started walking again; it was probably all in his imagination.
Creek!
That was definitely not his imagination. Sora looked around again, to still find nothing. Sora's pace quickened as he made a turn down the street, but the feet only seemed to get louder. Sora turned around again and stopped in his tracks. "I know you're there! Show yourself!"
Slowly, a black shadow emerged from behind a building. Sora started to tremble. When did it get so dark outside? Sora did not remember; he was too lost in his thoughts. The shadow was getting closer, Sora thought it looked like a female, but he could not quite tell.
Of what Sora could tell, the figure had long hair, about shoulder length, and looked to be wearing a dress. Who was this person?
"Hey, Sora!" she greeted happily. Oh, no way…that voice could only belong to one person…
Fuck! he thought.
"Hello…Kairi." Sora gave her a short smile. The girl was crazy. Everyone knew it. Why she never got put in an insane asylum, Sora would never know.
"So, why haven't I been hearing from my boyfriend lately, huh?" Kairi locked arms with Sora as she started to skip down the path with him.
"I've been sort of busy, Kairi," Sora answered with a grimace. He hated lying to her, but if you got her angry, things could get pretty ugly.
"Too busy…for your girlfriend?" Kairi questioned sadly.
Sora almost felt sorry for the girl. But he knew she was an evil, crazy bitch deep down inside. So it didn't bother his heart too much. But, I mean, out of all the guys she could have picked to think they was her boyfriend, out of ALL the guys, she had to pick him! Why him?
What was so special about Sora anyway? (Sora: Hey! Skaterstar57: -Tosses cookie- Sora: -Leaps after cookie- My precious!)
Anyway, why would she pick Sora? Maybe for the fact that they used to be friends, before she became an all bitchy and crazy sluttish whore! Hmm, you might think that, wouldn't you?
Sora knew the clock was slowly ticking, and he was running out of time, but before he could even give it a second thought, Kairi smashed her mouth against Sora's.
AHH! Whore-Germs! Eww! Gross! Sora's mind was screaming for him to stop, but it was kind of hard when a crazy redhead had their tongue jammed down your throat. Sora wanted to literally throw up, but he couldn't do that to Kairi during a kiss… Eww.
Sora's body finally seemed able to function once again, immediately pulling away from Kairi, wiping his mouth in disgust. "Get off of me, Kairi! I'm not your boyfriend!" Sora's voice slipped out before he could control himself. Immediately realizing his mistake, he gasped, covering his hands over his mouth, before he fled, as fast as his legs could carry him.
He didn't know where he was running to, or how long he could keep the pace, but he had to go somewhere, anywhere to get away from the crazy lady who liked to stick her tongue down people's throats.
Sora had noticed for the past few days that he felt like he was being followed, he figured he was just being paranoid. But finally, this proved his assumptions were real. So he wasn't crazy after all.
Back in the street there was a very pissed off redhead. Her hands were clenched into fists, her legs as straight as possible and glued together. Her lips drawn into a thin line, and her violet eyes fixing a death glare in the direction Sora had fled.
"I'll get you yet, Sora James Hikari," she spat as she stomped off in the opposite direction.
Sora's mind was only concentrating on one thing right now: Run.
Sora was running as fast he could, but he knew he couldn't keep the pace up much longer. Looking over his shoulder, it looked like he had lost her. Maybe everything would be all right. So Sora decided he could slow down a bit, he was walking when he realized where he was. It wasn't that far from home, but it would take a while if he walked.
Sora started to whistle as he walked on, when he suddenly heard something, it sounded like someone was after him again. Oh no, not that blasted redhead again! Sora looked over his shoulder to find nothing. He decided to quicken his pace as he looked over his shoulder again, still nothing.
Sora's fast walking changed into a run when he heard the feet start to run. His run quickly changed into a sprint as he felt the cool wind slam into his face. He pumped his arms back and forth as his legs dashed across the street. He had to get home, he just had to!
"Leave me alone, Kairi!" he called out over his shoulder.
Suddenly, Sora heard the sprinting behind him stop. And he couldn't help but stop as well. He looked over at the figure, but it was too dark to see details. But it was definitely a man, not a woman. Even though the figure had long hair, Sora could just tell.
The figure spoke quietly, almost not even audible. The voice also sounded so… Sora couldn't even put his finger on it. "I'm not Kairi…" the figure said, and then vanished. Sora thought he had heard that voice before… Nah, he must just be losing it. "But I will get you." Sora almost screamed right there. The voice had spoken again, and had threatened that he would get him.
Sora fell down to the ground, in distress. He didn't care about going home. That guy could be a kidnapper, rapist, murderer…or all three. Sora didn't know what to do, what could he do? Tears poured forth from the clouds. Almost sharing his misery.
Sora didn't even know how long he had sat there, but he just could not move. He felt like he was glued to the ground, and his body was paralyzed. Sora couldn't see anything around him, for he had his legs pulled up to his chest, his arms crossed over his knees, and his face buried in them.
And Sora knew he was getting soaked, and most likely would get horribly sick for staying out in the rain, but he just couldn't move, he couldn't. And then suddenly, even though Sora couldn't see, he felt bright lights on him, and the sound of a car stopping.
Oh no! The man was back, wasn't he! Probably with the rest of his friends to come and torture him. This was the end; Sora knew it.
"Sora?"
Wait! That voice could only belong to one person!
Sora's head picked up slightly, but he still didn't open his eyes. The rain was pouring down on him and the thunder roared, and the lightning clashed.
"Cloud?" Sora's voice cracked as he tried to speak.
"Sora!" Cloud ran over to his younger brother's side, clutching him in his arms. Sora smelted into Cloud's embrace, wrapping his arms around Cloud so tightly, some would think Sora would crush his brother, but Cloud only gripped back even harder.
"Cloud…don't ever leave me," Sora cried into Cloud's shirt.
"I promise…I won't." Cloud ran his hand through Sora's hair gingerly.
Leon watched the whole scene from the side of the car. What could have possibly happened? He and Cloud had decided to come spend summer with their family (well, Leon didn't really have a family, but Sonja counted Leon as family, so it was sort of his family, too) here on Destiny Islands, and they were just heading to Sonja's house when they noticed a huddle on the ground.
It was so dark and pouring that the two couldn't see what it was clearly, but when they got closer Cloud realized it was a person, and it was only one person he could see. It was Sora. Leon nearly got a heart attack when Cloud jumped out of the still moving car, not caring if he got hurt, (which, he did) and ran over to Sora's side.
And Now Cloud was clutching his younger brother, and Leon didn't even know why. Why was Sora out here in such horrible weather? Why was he down on the ground and not even moving? Why was he out this late in the first place?
And what would Sonja think about all this?
Sora sipped the hot chocolate thankfully as Cloud sat down next to him. Sonja wasn't home, she had left a note saying she and her friends were going on a road trip, and since Cloud and Leon were coming today, everything would be fine. Roxas wasn't home either. Cloud didn't even want to know what that boy was doing this late at night.
Sora was now out of all his soaking wet clothes, a fuzzy and warm blanket wrapped around his small form as he sipped his hot chocolate, sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen. Cloud was now sitting right beside him. Sora smiled as he sipped his hot chocolate…with mini marshmallows. Cloud remembered how he always made what he called, Cloud's Super Duper Number 1 Special Hot Chocolate™ (3), for Sora.
But Cloud was anything but happy looking. His face was etched with worry and fright. And Sora was just wondering when Cloud would decide to speak. Leon was gone, (he was carrying in the luggage from the car) so that just left the two brothers, sitting there side by side in silence.
Until…
"Sora, what happened?"
…Cloud decided to finally break it.
Sora gulped. How exactly would he explain it…
"Well…Kairi was stalking me…again, when she kissed me, and believe me, it was disgusting. I ran as fast as I could do get away from her, when I thought I was far enough away, I stopped running. Then I heard footsteps again, I turned around, and no one was there, but I still heard the footsteps. Eventually, a shadow emerged, I thought it was Kairi, but it wasn't. It was a man, and I had no idea, whatsoever, who the hell he was.
"I yelled out to him, 'Leave me alone, Kairi!' The man moved closer to me, and that's when I realized he wasn't Kairi. He said to me, 'I'm not Kairi,' and for some strange reason, I thought I had heard that voice before. He was suddenly gone, but his voice spoke once more. 'But I will get you.' he said that, and then, he was completely gone." Sora shivered. "It was really scary, Cloud." Sora hugged Cloud yet again.
"Shh. Everything's all right now. No need to worry, Sora." Cloud whispered sweet, comforting words in Sora's ears as he ran a hand through the brunet's spiky hair. But Cloud was anything but sure that everything was fine. Who was this person? What was his business with his brother? But more importantly…why did he say he would get him?
Questions were swimming in Cloud's brain. What...what was happening?
The two brothers held onto one another as someone waited on a rooftop outside. He jumped off and looked through the window into the kitchen, neither one of them noticing. "I will…see you again…Sora," the boy spoke quietly before he disappeared.
The shadow walked a lonely road as he peered up at the moon. His form got a silvery glow from the moonlight falling on him. The figure walked across the beach, the shore washing over his feet gently. The sound of the waves and the wind together, making a sweet melody.
But the figure did not stop. He continued to walk, until Sora's house was completely out of sight. Little did the figure know, that a single white feather was left outside of Sora's house. Staying there, as if it were meant to, even though the wind was blowing against it, the feather would not move.
Everything seemed soundless, for a single moment. The waves ceased to make sound, as well as the wind. The clouds moved away completely from the moon, and let the moonlight fall on the feather, giving it a slight glow. The figure was completely out of sight now, no one was there, absolutely no one, but…there were still the sounds of soft footfalls, along the sand on the beach. And you could still hear the soft singing of a sweet and quiet voice…
But no one was there.
1 – Selphie's Death Glare of Doom™ My family and I have this thing where we say the other has a death glare of doom. Hah. It's become a usual thing, now. And I thought Selphie would be perfect to have a death glare of doom. XD
2 - Hmm. I think when I wrote this, I was slightly depressed, and I was feeling that way. Normally I am a very cheerful, happy and (usually) hyper person. So no one expects me to ever be sad. So I often I keep it bottled up inside. But right now, I am brimming with hyper-ness. -Does a little happy dance-
Sora: I think she's finally flipped her lid...
3 - Cloud's Super Duper Number 1 Special Hot Chocolate™... -Rubs back of head- Uhh…this was just sort of a fun/funny name I thought up.
Okay! Now that that's out of the way, I have to say I hope you enjoyed it.
-Edit Note-: Heh. I changed a few things this chapter. I removed all the crying (for it was so lame, and was not needed) and fixed a lot of mistakes. I'm gonna have the second chapter edited soon.
Next chapter: Sora finds out who's stalking him, Cloud makes his Yummy Triple Chocolate Chip Surprise Pancakes™, and two old friends of Cloud's show up.
Review, and the next chapter will be posted sooner! Until then, arrivederci!