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Jesus, how positively boring could this job be?! Not to mention painful. In all his life he had never been in so much pain. He swore he could feel the bones in his spine rubbing together, his feet were terribly sore from walking around apparel all night, every night, and his legs. Good lord his legs. They ached so horribly that he had trouble getting to sleep in the morning from the pain. Not like he didn't already have trouble sleeping, but Christ that just made it worse.

Thankfully he was at least allowed to have his headphones in, so long as one stayed out so he could hear people talking to him.

Honestly, Sora was happy to help customers, it made him feel somewhat accomplished, and a job gave him something to do every day rather than sit around on his ass playing video games with his brother Vanitas. Plus, the pay was pretty good. 824 munny an hour was really fucking good. But he did not want to work at Walmart. The only reason he'd been on board with the idea was because his other brother Leon worked there, and he figured for a first job, having family around wouldn't be a bad idea. This job was mind numbing, and they worked him full time hours on what he was told was a part time job. Yeah, what a load that was. If he was getting paid full time, he might not mind it so much, or even if they were actually working him part time hours. But shit, he wasn't stupid. He knew when he was getting screwed over. He didn't even get holidays off cause they're a fucking 24 hour store. The only day he actually got off was Christmas Eve because even though the store would be closed for both days, he still had to come in to prepare the store for the next morning when everyone would return their god damn gifts for god only knows what fucking reason.

But back to the original point, spending breaks with his brother at least made the job some what bearable.

And yes, this was just a lot of pissing and moaning on his part, but Christ he had to rant at some point didn't he? Even if it was just in his head...

Then of course there was the fact that he literally only got to be with his family for three hours before having to go to work. His biggest problem with this whole thing had to be that. See, most kids had the experience of getting up in the mornings, going to school for hours on end then only spending a small amount of time with their family. Sora did not. No, Sora was home schooled, and as happy as he was about that fact, it didn't change the fact that Sora was used to spending all of his time at home with his family. It's what he was used to, it's all he knew.

So Sora missed his family like crazy. He missed lazing around, watching My Little Pony with his two little sisters, and he missed staying up late with his mother, watching whatever she put on Netflix. He missed being awake when Vanitas got home from work and being able to talk about everything, even if they'd already had that conversation or told that story three times before.

And he sure as hell missed talking to his best friend Xion all day.

So with all of this, Sora could bashfully admit that his first five days of work he cried.

Then of course, there was Kairi.

Kairi was this amazing girl with beautiful blue eyes and dark red hair, almost a maroon color, and had been through absolute hell in life, and some how managed to continue to pick herself up and dust herself off to continue to muscle through this hell. All of his hardships paled in comparison to what that poor girl had been through. She had been pretty much disowned by her family, lived on the streets for two years then moved in with her brother. The girl was ghetto as fuck sometimes, but Jesus, her personality was like no other. They had met on a video game, fell for each other almost immediately, and despite Sora's family being totally against him being with her, they had managed to stay together for four years without fighting.

But of course, their first fight ended up the reason they were now apart. They were still friends for now, having made up, and they decided to see where things would go. Kairi obviously took it way more harshly than Sora had though, seeing as she constantly made him feel as though he were completely at fault without even trying. Or maybe she was trying, he had no clue really.

Either way, Sora was still absolutely head over heels, being reminded every time they spoke why he loved her, but he honestly had no clue about her. She liked to act emotionless so she couldn't get hurt, and Sora could understand why. A lot of his history was black from blocking out memories that hurt him. But he knew now that was no way to deal with his problems. He'd rather deal with the pain and become stronger from it rather than lose complete years of his past to his idiocy. And for someone like Kairi, he'd think she'd want the same.

Perhaps, she just hadn't realized this like Sora had. But it was possible she never will.

Regardless of this, he was still trying to fix things, even though in the back of his mind, he can hear himself screaming to let it go, that it's a lost cause, and it's not going to fucking happen. But no one ever listens to that voice, and neither did Sora. Which is why he was still trying so hard...

He just wished he could feel forgiven...

Sora walked behind Leon and his friend Tidus as they slowly made their way to the break room. Both males were chatting away about video games as Sora pulled out his phone, remembering it had gone off while he was working, though he couldn't check it then. He slid his finger across the screen till he found the culprit, then clicked into his mail. Slowly, the phone loaded up the app and brought up his single unread email. The subject of the email read 'Blah', and the sender right beneath read Kairi.

He tapped on the email and once more waited for his phone to load.

Kairi: So, apparently my cousins younger brother has a crush on me.

The message read, making Sora slightly raise a brow. It wasn't really news to him. Rather, it was something he was used to by now. Not the cousin part, but hearing about how other people had a crush or kept hitting on her. Sora had heard it many times over the years and frankly he understood why. Though that didn't keep that little twinge of jealousy at bay. After all, these people got to see her and be around her. Sora only got to talk to her occasionally…

Still, they weren't together anymore, Sora couldn't get jealous. Friends weren't supposed to feel that way, right?

Sora: I'm not surprised.

Sora looked up from his down turned position as he tucked his phone back in his pocket. Passing him was a tall male with long silver hair. His bangs hung in his eyes so he could just barely make out the aquamarine color to them. Quickly, his phone buzzed in his pocket once more, and he looked away from the male to turn his attention back to his phone.

Kairi: What do you guys see in me? I don't get it.

Sora: Jesus Kairi, I've already told you a million times what I see in you. You're just too fucking stubborn to see it because for years your family has beat it into your head that you're a terrible person when in actuality you're absolutely amazing!

At this point, the three men were seated at a table in the break room, the one nearest to the TV. Leon and Tidus were still chattering away as they ate their small snacks for their fifteen minute break. Sora just took to his bottle of water as he waited for Kairi to respond.

Kairi: But I'm not. I think you're just in denial.

Sora held back a frustrated sigh at this. He didn't want to fucking talk about this right now. He was tired and sore and he was not up to dealing with this bull shit, especially since they'd already had this conversation about a million times.

Sora: I can't talk about this with you right now, I have to work.

Kairi: Are you mad now?

Yeah, he fucking was, but he wasn't about to tell her that. He closed out of the app, making sure it was completely closed and not sucking up his battery life before he stuffed the phone back into his pants and sat back in his chair, staring at the TV as Craig Furguson was on.

After what surely had to have been a half hour rather than fifteen minutes, Sora was walking back to apparel. As he passed the men's underwear, he noticed something. The silver haired man he saw before his break was in there. It wasn't unusual for customers to still be roaming about the store after fifteen minutes. Actually, Sora was quite used to passing the same customer at least three times in one night. But the thing that struck him was that as he passed, the man stared at him. Just stared. It was unnerving to say the least.

He hurried back to where he was working, in front of the fitting rooms, and after putting back in his ear-bud, he got back to work. Slowly he started to relax, getting back into the rhythm of things and shuffling about quickly as he separated all of the clothing in the buggies.

After only a few minutes, Sora started to feel as though he was being watched. Sure, technically he was seeing as they had cameras all over the store, but he could feel someone's eyes on him. He tried to ignore it at first, but when he turned around to place something in the basket he had for the men's clothing, he figured it out. That guy was in the men's department, watching him again. Sora swore his heart jumped into his throat as he saw the man. He stared at him for a moment, but as the man slowly raised a brow to him, he quickly looked back down at what he was doing.

It's okay Sora. He'll leave soon, just keep working, and if anything happens, Leon's right outside apparel working pets. Leon won't let anything happen to you. Sora told himself as he slowly put down the shirts in his arms.

He quickly moved back to his pallet, grabbing another box to be processing. He easily pulled out his box cutter, flipping it in his hand like a ninja then, squeezing the trigger to reveal the blade, he zipped it across the tape on the box, efficiently slicing it. He dug his fingers into the small slit and pulled up, the tape on the sides snapping and opening the box to reveal it's contents. Jeans. Fucking men's jeans, as if he didn't already have enough of the fucking clothing.

Slowly he was starting to forget about the man watching him, even though, in the back of his mind he was still very alert, and he started to slowly move his hips to the beat of the music playing loudly in his ear.

Jesus, he'd be so embarrassed if anyone actually saw him dancing about like this.

And that's when he remembered.

He looked over to the men's clothes, only to find the silveret was no longer there. He glanced around the rest of the area. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just racks and tables filled with clothes. He thanked god and relaxed, quickly getting back to his work.

Sora sighed in relief, stretching his arms above his head in hopes of trying to relieve the tightness of his back. It didn't. If anything it only made his back hurt even more.

It was seven, he knew this much thanks to his father's text alerting him that he was there to pick him up. He eagerly headed out of the back of the store after clocking out, heading as quickly as he could to the front door, his co-workers bidding him farewell and one of his managers thanking him for his work. He nodded and smiled in turn till he finally made it out of the store.

His father sat right out front, waiting patiently. He smiled and started to make his way over, but that's when he saw him. He was off to the side, where most people stood when they came out here to smoke. He was just leaning against the wall, watching people enter and leave. The wind was blowing his long silver hair all about, and as Sora walked out, he looked up, aquamarine eyes locking onto him.

Sora stumbled slightly then stopped walking, looking at the man with wide eyes. Sora hadn't seen him since after his first break, he'd just assumed the man had left. What the hell was he still doing here? Had he stood out there the whole night? It was freezing cold outside though, there's no way he could have stayed out there without becoming a fucking Popsicle.

The man gave him that same confused look as he had earlier that night in the men's department, then suddenly he heard a horn blare, drawing him back to reality as he quickly looked to his father, gesturing for him to get in the car. Sora glanced back over to the man then quickly crossed the street, getting in the passengers side.

"You okay there?" His father asked as soon as the door shut.

"Yeah, I'm alright." Sora answered as he buckled himself. He looked back at the entrance as his father drove away, the man was gone though.

"How was work?" His father asked.

"Same as always." Sora muttered as he sank down into his seat. His eyes drooped as he stared out the windshield at the slowly lighting sky. There were clouds covering it, making it somewhat darker out, and he couldn't help but thank god for the winter. He slept through out the day, so the clouds covering the sky would keep the sun at bay and help him to sleep.

A week.

It had been a bloody week since he'd first seen the silver haired man, and every night since then the man would be in the fucking clothing department, watching Sora for the first few hours he worked, then suddenly he'd disappear and Sora wouldn't see him again till the morning on his way out of work, where the man would be standing right outside the exit, fucking watching him leave.

Sora didn't know what to do. It was only at work that he ever saw the man, so he told himself that it didn't matter that much, but it was seriously starting to freak him out. He hadn't told any of his family, or his friends. Except Kairi. After the fourth night of seeing the man he'd messaged her, telling her he thought someone was stalking him at work. She'd told him good luck and Sora hadn't spoken to her sense. Seriously, what kind of response was that? What kind of bullshit?

Good luck with that, now I'm off to ignore your existence for another fucking week, see you later fucker!

What a fucking assholish move right? And yet he'd continue to talk to her like nothing happened when they did speak again.

God he felt like a twat.

But anyways, back to supposed stalker. He was tempted to call the cops on the guy, but of course he made the retarded decision and decided to go confront the man to try and find out why he was stalking him.

He pushed his basket full of clothes over to the men's department, then, leaving it in one of the gaps between the racks, he marched over to the man. His nerve wavered slightly as he got closer, his fear of confrontation always trying to get the best of him. The man stayed stoic, and still like a statue as Sora approached him. He raised a brow in curiosity to the young boy though.

"Why are you watching me?" Sora asked in a calm yet somewhat stern tone. Up close, the man looked much younger than Sora had originally perceived. In fact, he seemed pretty close to his own age.

"So you can see me." The man said, his brows drawing together in contemplation.

What?

"Of course I can see you! You're not invisible!" Sora said incredulously as he placed his hands on his hips.

"You never could before." He muttered. This definitely threw the young lad even more as he stared at him in confusion.

"What are you talking about? Have you been watching me longer than a week?" Sora questioned. If so, how had he never notice him before now?

"Sorry, but I have to be off. I'll see you later Sora." He said, turning around and beginning to walk away.

"Hey, wait! I'm not done talking to you!" Sora said, moving to grab the man's arm. Quickly though, he remembered the rule about not being allowed to grab customers like that and he retracted his hand.

"Shit." He cursed under his breath as he watched the man walk away.

"How do you know my name?!" Sora asked quickly. Thankfully, the man paused, turning to look back at Sora.

"You'll understand soon enough." He said with a smile that made shivers run down Sora's spine, then he turned and continued on his way, leaving Sora to watch his retreating form, dumbfounded by the events that had just transpired.

A sharp whistle broke him from his trance and he turned to find his brother and Tidus walking toward him. Leon nodded his head at Sora and said, "Lunch."

Sora slowly nodded then quickly followed after the two as they headed to the back to go clock out.