Somewhere Only We Know
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters mentioned in this story. They belong to Disney and Square-Enix.
-PROLOGUE-
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know…
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, so why don't we go…
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know…
Somewhere only we know…
It all begins with one look. No matter how you look at it, you don't really start liking someone without seeing their gaze lay on yours. Whether it's right in front of your face, or a dream, a memory, even a fantasy; you can't deny that the feeling sprouts from its dormant seed with just one look. And from that moment on, any type of infatuation you have towards that person, or any type of heat you feel down your back when around that person can't be ignored.
And you know what's worse? There's no easy way to turn your back on that person OR the feelings you have for them. It's as if even though you give up hope in your mind, your heart is convinced that you'll be with that person someday, regardless of all the obstacles to be passed. In a way, the heart is very primitive in a sense, not caring whether or not the person is taken, and not taking your wish to keep the feelings secret into consideration.
Kairi was one of the prettiest girls in town, at the tender age of fifteen. Her long red hair would hang down to her shoulders in such a way that caused her to gain great radiance in her appearance. Her crystal blue eyes were ALWAYS kind and understanding, and there wasn't a doubt in anyone's mind that she was an upfront honest person. Kairi always looked comfortable with her surroundings, as if she was just the thing to make the picture perfect.
For Sora, Kairi was just the addition he needed to make his life picture perfect. To seize the chance was never an issue with Sora. If he wanted to do something, he did not hesitate before jumping to the opportunity. Unfortunately, Kairi was the only thing, the only girl Sora could not seize. He was her best friend, and she his, yet he yearned to get closer to her in a way he could never be just being friends.
For a long time, Kairi had been dating Sora's other best friend, Riku, a whole year older then both Kairi and him. Riku and Sora had always been the best of friends, perhaps even more so then Kairi and Sora. Riku's feelings for Kairi were seemingly equal to that of Sora's. As he cared deeply for Riku, he would not advance in any affection he bore towards Kairi. And that was his reason for not seizing the perfect girl for him.
...Or maybe that was just his excuse. As much as Sora cared about Riku's feelings, and as much as he liked Kairi, even if he had been a selfish kind of guy he could never ever win Kairi's heart. Not only did Riku give off the 'cool' and 'collected' aura, he was definitely physically enhanced compared to Sora. In Kairi's eyes, Sora thought, he was cute and Riku was a hottie. Sora had no chance when put in comparison to Riku, and he knew it. Perhaps this was the real reason why he did not dare seize Kairi.
Still, Sora wondered what one kiss would feel like. One kiss where both Kairi and he were one being for one second. Everything would be singular and everything would be right. If Sora could be blessed with the miracle of tasting Kairi's kiss, which he desired for so much, his heartache may quickly be mended. His picture would be perfect, even if only for a moment. It was thoughts like these that actually caused Sora to contemplate whether or not he SHOULD go through with kissing Kairi.
...Nope. No, he couldn't do it. Riku would step on him.
Still, a boy can dream can't he?
At this moment in time, Sora stood alone in the secret cave he had found long ago with Riku. Although the cave was discovered by the two friends, Riku had been inside of it a mere minute of his life while Sora visited it nearly every day of his life. In truth, the cave was mainly inhabited by Kairi and Sora. The two of them scribbled on the walls as children, and would doodle various simple designs that exposed their childhood innocence. Unfortunately, Kairi's dedication to visiting the cave had lessened over the years after she began to date Riku. Now, it was Sora alone who visited the cave on his lonely days.
As Sora studied the drawings, he knew very well that Kairi was getting gussied up for the huge dinner party being held by Riku's family. This seemed to be another reason why she'd prefer Riku over Sora: Riku was extremely rich. His family was one of the wealthiest families in the city. The dinner party appeared to be some sort of family reunion, and Riku chose to invite Kairi with the intention of introducing her to most of his family members. Good food, rich people, nice house...Kairi was set.
The love struck boy continued to gaze at the pictures drawn by both Kairi and him. Among the pictures, one in particular stood out. It was the oldest picture in the cave. It consisted of Kairi and Sora's faces smiling at each other. Sora sat on the ground, very much aware that the dirt would smudge on the dress pants he had left on from his school uniform. He made an addition to the picture: a paopu fruit extending from Sora's head to Kairi's. If shared the paopu fruit was said to bind two people together for eternity.
A ring. Sora shifted on the ground, slightly startled by the sudden sound which echoed in the cave. He looked down at his belt and found that his pitch black cell phone had begun to ring. The ringtone was the familiar sound of Utada Hikaru's "Passion". When Sora read the caller ID, he immediately answered the call.
"Hi!" he greeted, attempting to sound as cheerful as he could. "Now? ...Well yeah, I guess if it's in an hour...but why can't you just call? Isn't anyone home? ...Oh...I suppose if you're getting picked up, yeah." Sora looked down at his feet and let out an ever-so-quite sigh. "Yeah, sure. I'll be there as quick as I can."
Kairi was definitely a beauty worth seeing after slipping into her faded purple bare-back dress. The radio was playing quietly on top of her dresser, and Kairi hummed softly along with the music. Although she was short for time, Kairi remained in her bedroom calmly, staring at her reflection in the mirror and helplessly experimenting on what to do with her hair. "And breeeeeak aaaaawayyyy..." she sang along with the radio. A knock came at the door. "Come in!" she called out.
Sora entered her room timidly, and after confirming that Kairi was decent he made his way further in towards her. "Hey."
"Sora!" Kairi sighed with relief. "Thank God you're here. If Riku would've came to get me and I STILL wasn't ready, I dunno how he'd react. You don't mind occupying him for a bit?"
"Not at all, Kairi!" Sora assured. "But...just out of curiosity, what is it you're having trouble with?"
Giving a groan of annoyance, Kairi leaned against her dresser, and lowered her head into the cradle her arms had shaped. "My hair..." she explained, her voice slightly muffled. "I dunno what to do with it...what if they don't like what I end up doing with it?"
"Are you sure it's the hair you're worried about showing them?" Sora asked, smirking. "What about the impression they get on you?"
"I guess so..."
"Kairi, don't worry, they're gonna like you no matter what you look like!" Sora chuckled. "And by the way, wear the hair down. It looks real nice like that." He complimented. Kairi blushed as she picked up the crimson brush off of her dresser and began to touch it up. Sora awaited a response, but none came. She simply continued to give her hair a thorough brush. Slowly, her eyes drifted over to Sora's reflection.
"Thank you." She thanked. "You're a nice help." Now it was Sora's turn to blush. He squirmed a bit, and then made his way to Kairi's bed, giving her a nod. Sora sat down and felt the soft, cool comforter beneath him. Suddenly, a sharp knock at the front door was sounded, causing the both of them to jump a little. Sora gave a shrug and stood up, making his way to the door.
"I'll go get that!" the boy walked out of Kairi's room and straight down the hall, where he answered her pearly white front door. Sure enough, there stood the tall Riku towering over Sora. He was wearing a more formal looking outfit then usual, and looked as if he was ready to leave the house as soon as possible. He nodded to Sora in salutations.
"Hey, Sora." He greeted. "Where's Kairi? Is she ready?"
"Yeah, she's just getting finished up." Sora assured. Subconsciously, he almost felt angered that Riku was not suspicious of his presence in Kairi's home with nobody else home. Why was it so hard to believe that he could possibly make a move on Kairi, or that Kairi could be cheating on Riku?
Sora thought it must've been because not only did Riku know how good of a friend Sora was to him, but also that Kairi was an honest and fair person. Sora wondered if being frustrated about being considered too good to make a move on a girl meant that he really WAS ready to make a move on Kairi. Realising these thoughts, he quickly snapped out of it.
"Thanks." Riku thanked. Then, there she came from behind Sora: Kairi. She walked straight to Riku and slid her slender arm around his muscular arm. She looked to Sora and flashed him a beautifully white smile.
"You can make yourself at home, if you want." She reminded. "We have to go now, but we'll see you later, okay?" And with that...they were gone. Both of them. Both his best friends, yet they had know idea of the feelings of desire and frustration trapped within his heart. He merely could wave.
He merely could sigh.
A/N: Yay! Prologue done! Please R&R!