Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts / the internet / whatever else is mentioned. Only thing I own is this story. -Sued by FF- ):
Pairings: Sora x Riku (main), Sora x ?? (secret for now!), Sora x Kairi (one-sided), Sora x other random people.
Warnings: Yaoi, Sex, Extreme Nudity, Mature Language, Bondage, Rape, bit of Angst, more weird things later.
Summary: There's a breaking point for everyone. At one point in your life, you will reach it and everyone you know comes into play. Sora is basically the social-saavy equivalent of a penny at first but he wants to be "normal" badly. He meets... well, sees a girl and falls in love at first sight. At least, he thinks it's love. Anyone who has fallen in first love at first sight can tell you things aren't always as they seem. Things go well at first but Sora's luck finally runs out in a corrupted high school. Wrong place at the wrong time. This story follows the events in this school and the rise, highs, break, lows, and fall of our favorite hero.
Follow Sora on his quest to become a 'normal' teenager through a school that is anything but normal. His sanity will be tested.
Chapter Notes: This one is more of an introductory chapter. Not too much action, just to get a feel of everyone. It gets spicier next chapters, don't worry. You don't have to read this one but you'll be more lost / clueless later. Also, I know it's corny for a dark fic right now. Shh.
Update: Virulent has school and therefore won't be updating this super quickly. There is a lot of work to do. PS; This starts out corny. Starts out.
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Impartial Inferno
A fire will burn everything in its path.
Chapter 1: Dawn
All I wanted was to be normal.
"Sora get up… Oh?"
He was already dressed as he hadn't gotten much sleep at all. This was going to be his first day in public school! It'd taken ages for him to beg his parents to allow him to go to a school in the first place, and it had taken ages more for him to convince them a public school was better. He wasn't even sure he was right, but he was quite persuasive. Why a public school? Sora's entire life he'd been treated like he was better than everyone else – given anything he wanted and not allowed to work for anything. He didn't have any friends given the fact he was homeschooled, and his computer had been blocked. His parents were convinced that chatting online was hazardous to his health; bearing in mind he'd slipped a "lol" once during conversation. Besides, private schools only permitted males and the entrance fee ensured that only rich people got in. That's not exactly a fulfilling school experience. "Alright, breakfast will be ready soon. You should probably fix your shirt first, it's backwards!" With that, Sora's mother exited the doorway and made her way back downstairs. Sora was momentarily frozen, surprised that his mother had taken it upon herself to come and actually talk to him as opposed to sending a maid. He smiled, although that didn't last long at all when he realized the school day hadn't even really started and he was already screwing things up. He pulled the shirt off and slipped it back on shortly afterwards. A quick glance in the mirror and he realized he'd returned his hair to its brunette spiked bedhead state and that his shirt was now inside-out instead. "Augh!" Nice.
He didn't realize exactly how excited he was until he couldn't even manage to sit still long enough to actually eat anything. In fact, he did just about everything except eating. That included pacing, drinking, talking, and daydreaming.
"Sora, eat. You don't need to waste any food." His father stated, intrigued by his son's hyper attitude. He hadn't seen him like that since he was smaller. Sora's brows furrowed in confusion. For one, it's not like they couldn't afford more food. Secondly, his father barely ever spoke to him. He decided not to dwell on it for too long and took it as a sign that life was finally changing. He was already living how a normal teenager should; or how he thought one should anyways. "Okay." He sat and finally ate, joined by his father and a newspaper.
Showing up in a fancy expensive car wouldn't exactly come off as normal, and Sora cursed himself once he realized that due to the varying looks of surprise to disgust displayed amongst some of the students. He had premeditated a majority of his first school day, but that hadn't exactly included the mornings… Thankfully, the car had tinted windows so he asked the driver to continue on into a parking lot ahead. "At least I'm dressed no-" The next word died at his lips as he stared on at a red-head chatting to her platinum blonde-haired friend. She gave a glance towards the car and coincidentally at Sora, smiling. Needless to say, it was love at first sight to the young boy who hadn't seen a female his age that wasn't a relative well…ever. "Wow." He was almost breathless, taking in as much of her appearance as he could manage – actually thanking his anonymity a second time. I'm going to talk to her when I see her again. Definitely. Sora didn't notice how contagious her smile had been until he felt himself frown when she was out of sight. He wondered vaguely if she was in the same grade or if she might be in one of his classes.
The lot hadn't been too far off, but nobody appeared to have been suspicious enough to follow and see who emerged from the car. "Phew." Sora embraced his luck again, heading off towards the school. He found himself amazed at how large the school actually was, having known that to house 3 grades of students it had to be – but still! When he was amongst the crowds of students making their ways to the gigantic building, he pulled out a slip of paper eyeing it. "Room 102, Homeroom slash Algebra?" He read aloud. Who would actually want to start the day with that? His favorite subject had been world history during homeschooling and needless to say – his least favorite was math. He placed the schedule back into his pocket. Wait.
How am I going to find that room in that huge place?!"
Sora worriedly looked around. That girl he'd been eyeing before wasn't here, so he settled for the next nearest person. "Hey, excuse me-" He reached out to tap the silver-haired person in front of him on the shoulder, but the boy turned to face him before he could. Sora nervously lowered his hand back to his side, producing an awkward smile. The silver-haired taller boy eyed him, in the manner that could be categorized similarly in the way that Sora had looked at Kairi- though that thought was dismissed when he spoke. "I haven't seen you before." So that's why he's staring at me, huh? Sora rubbed the back of his neck, a habit he'd had since he was smaller and extended his other hand. "Yeah, I'm Sora, I'm new here!" He mentally stabbed himself. His hand was extended as he'd assumed that's the way people would greet each other, but the other person wasn't doing anything. Did he do something stupid again? "I'm Riku." The other male spoke in a stolid manner, appearing nonchalant. Both of his hands were currently pocketed in a black hoody, so Sora reasoned that was why he didn't shake his hand and returned it to his side. "I'm Sora," he stated again and Riku exhaled – appearing amused which confused him. "You already said that," he stated, "What do you want?" Wait, what do I want? I was… what was I doing? The combination of bright silver hair and eyes that alternated between blue and green resulted in a very intimidating other teenager, not serving to aid Sora in figuring out what he was doing. Riku only smiled as Sora started hastily attempting to explain again. "I'm new here…" Repetitive much? "and…" He was thankful when Riku caught on, "What room do you need to get to? I'll take you." Sora, stop being so stupid! "Eyes." Man I think loud. Almost sounded like I actually said that. Riku was thinking something along the same lines, and against his better judgment he decided to call Sora out on it. "What? Eyes?" Mind reader? Wait no. Crap, I did say it out loud. Sora's expression didn't hide his distress, as he quickly corrected himself stating Room 201 was what he'd meant. The taller boy accepted it, but didn't appear convinced at all. He turned and started off towards the school leaving a frustrated brunette to follow. I've never seen eyes like that before.
The school was just as amazing inside as it was outside. The floors shined with the result of a dedicated cleaning crew, and the walls were decorated with art done by students. Sora had taken art lessons and still hadn't pulled off anything close to what adorned these walls. His best was a shooting star, and even then it'd appeared rather crudely drawn. "Hey Riku, do you draw?" Sora asked. Riku didn't reply at first, appearing to be more concerned with the students around them. In truth, he knew he was supposed to pull off a distant guy façade, and that didn't entail walking around with a talkative cutesy young-looking boy. He wasn't even sure why he'd offered to take him to class. Apparently Sora wasn't the only one with contagious qualities, as Riku found himself not thinking things through for the first time in his life. "No." Sora frowned. He looked like the type to draw. "Soccer?" No. "Football?" No. "Um, acting?" No. "Ballad?" NO. Sora continued listing off various activities and after a few minutes of repetitive 'No's, he settled for asking questions about the school. He was just getting to asking about the storage-looking things that students were accessing along the walls, but was interrupted. "Here. Room 201." Haha, crap. I so wasn't paying attention. How am I gonna get back here tomorrow? He smiled anyways, and thanked the weird silver-haired boy before watching him pull up the hood of the black hoody and walking off. There appeared to be a white roman number on his back that Sora hadn't paid much attention to up until then, but a few students blocked it before he could figure out which one.
The classroom appeared empty at first, but upon closer inspection all the students who were there, barely eight mind you, were at the back talking. The first row didn't have any backpacks next to it, and Sora wondered why nobody would want to sit in the front. It seemed like the best spot. To avoid being seen as weird again, he settled for the second row, next to a window. He placed his backpack next to it and pulled a pencil and notepad out, placing them on his desk. He then opted for talking to a few of the other students, so he headed to the back and introduced himself. Everyone just looked at him funny, before a short girl with equally short black hair walked over to him. At first he was glad someone acknowledged him and to have someone to talk to, but then she kept talking. In fact – although she didn't hold a long conversation it seemed that she'd managed to fit her entire life story into it. Somewhere during the talk Sora had learned her name was Yuffie and had also managed to wander back to his desk whereas he'd sat down. It was only after she was gone that he realized his pencil had disappeared. The thought of Yuffie taking it didn't cross his mind, and he started to search for it when a blonde-haired boy entered the class and took the seat next to Sora who only noticed when he situated himself upright from looking underneath his seat. "Looking for something?"
Is EVERYONE taller than me?
Besides being tall, the blonde boy had similarly unruly hair and blue eyes. His choice of dress was bizarre, as one of the pants legs of his black shorts was shorter than the other, and he had a yellow polo shirt with a white collar and black sleeves. A silver necklace hung over it and Sora couldn't quite make out what it was supposed to be. "Yeah, my pencil disappeared…" Sora frowned, regretting not having packed more than one. The boy offered him another one, and Sora darn near smiled his face off. Not only was another male not looking at him funny, but he was giving him something. "I have a lot, who are you? I haven't seen you before." Sora had noticed the pencil didn't have a point, and reached into his backpack for a sharpener as he answered. "Sora, you?" "Tidus. Hey – you don't need to sharpen it, it's mechanical. Are you sure you should be in the 11th grade?" He and a few students behind them laughed, and Sora felt his face heat up. "I shouldn't take this then, didn't it cost a lot?" Tidus gave Sora yet another funny look, though it wasn't like the others. He seemed to be struggling between disbelief and confused amazement. He reached over and took the pencil from him, twisting the end so the lead came out. Sora's eyes widened in amazement, and Tidus realized he was really being sincere and determined he must have been foreign even if he didn't look it. There wasn't much more time for the two to get acquainted, as the teacher walked in. "Thanks." Sora whispered before the teacher started to speak.
The next classes weren't nearly entertaining or eventful. Riku was in one, but hadn't said anything to him... At lunch, after several awkward minutes of sitting alone he was surprised to be joined by Tidus from earlier and a small blonde girl. "Hey Sora, this is Rikku. She's foreign like you, but is pretty fluent in English...like you." Tidus placed his lunch on the table and sat down, followed by the supposedly foreign girl. "But I'm not-" Sora started, but the new girl interrupted him. "Hi Sora! Want to see my new calculator? I modified it to be a sort of mini-computer, too." Tidus rolled his eyes as Rikku scooted over closer to her new friend who was wondering what was up with her eyes. Riku…Rikku… Do all Rik-somethings have weird eyes? He mused. "Hey Sora, wake up!" He was brought back from a poke to the side, which earned a strangled laugh out of him. "He giggles, your type huh Tidus?" Tidus flushed as he protested, but Sora was completely oblivious to what Rikku had actually implied. Instead, he assumed she meant his taste in friends and protested against her saying he giggled. My laugh is manly. I don't giggle. Pffbtt. Sora didn't actually manage to eat much during the rest of lunch, as the girl had made it a habit to continue poking him at the most inopportune moments. He quietly noted that he shouldn't drink around her in the future; especially soda.
The day had gone swimmingly so far, and although Sora was pleased with it there was one thing that could have ended the day perfectly and that was meeting the girl from before. His hope dwindled as he entered the class that already was half-full. As he walked to a seat, he noticed that it had a name on it. A brief glance around and he realized that all of the desks did, and he maneuvered around to each reading the names in search for his own. He paused at one that said 'Kairi.' Why does that feel familiar? I know Rikku, Riku, Yuffie, and Tidus…no Kairi… It couldn't even be described as familiar; it was more of a knowing feeling. He didn't want to seem weird just standing there and kept moving and reading more names. Strangely enough, his name was the last and he ended up in the very back at the right. He took a seat and looked ahead. Who would want to sit back here? It feels so uninvolved… He frowned, actually feeling like following suit of the other kids in the back who had their head resting in their arms. The day was tiring for a boy who rarely did any physical activity at all and had to lug around a backpack that got heavier with each passing class as books were handed out. There was enough time in-between classes to go to his locker if he didn't have to spend it navigating around the school. He saw two kids with black-hoodies and numbers as well on the way to class, but he remembered half of an "X" on Riku and neither of them had that so he hadn't interrupted them for help. He took the time to play with his new pencil, finding entertainment in making the lead come out to its end then putting it back inside the top (which he'd figured out came off from exploration in another class)- just to do it over again. He was just putting it back inside when something caught his eye. It was a flash of red near the seat he had paused at before. His breathing ceased as he looked up. It was the girl. It was her.
Kairi.
Sora could only stare, only aware of the fact he hadn't been breathing when he couldn't hold it any longer. His face grew hot and she had her back to him but he knew. He just knew it was her like he'd known that was her name. He had thought about her all day and how he was going to approach her, but he couldn't move. She turned to the girl next to her who had leaned over and tapped her on the shoulder, flashing that smile that Sora knew all too well. Well no, not well enough actually. He wanted to know that smile as cheesy as it sounded. He wanted to make her look like that all day more than anything and he didn't even know why. "Yeah, finally the last class. I can't believe it. What were you up to this summer?" She giggled. She wore "make-up", he could tell. He could faintly remember seeing his mother without it once, and thought she looked better. You shouldn't wear that stuff, you don't need it… He frowned. The teacher walked in and Kairi turned to the front. He didn't listen to anything the teacher had said. He didn't write his name in the book that was passed around that the teacher had just told them to sign. He didn't do the worksheet that was handed out with the book he hadn't written his name in. He didn't turn in the worksheet that he hadn't done and didn't acknowledge the girl in front of him telling him it wasn't filled out. All he could see was Kairi. Nobody and nothing else mattered at that moment.
The class ended and Sora finally came back to Earth when Kairi started putting all of her things away. He was still mesmerized and due to this he couldn't manage to put all of his stuff away quick enough to catch her in the classroom. Sora, hurry up. You're going to miss her. Wait, Kairi! He couldn't actually voice his thoughts for some reason. He felt shy when he was never shy. When he finally did manage to get out of the classroom, he couldn't find her through the ocean of students trying to get home. He ignored the weight of his backpack whose strap was digging into his shoulder as he'd only half-swung it on, and started through the waves. He didn't know where he was going or if it was the right way. He felt pulled in a direction and he went it. At one point, the feeling became strong. A majority of the students were exiting the building in the exit he was near, but something red caught his eye once again. It wasn't Kairi, but a small yarn-looking red string caught underneath his shoe. He leaned down and picked it up. He liked red things, but he couldn't help but think there was something special about it that he wasn't remembering or that he didn't know. I should hang onto it 'til I figure it out… feels like it's something important. He headed towards the exit like the other students, figuring he might find her outside.
What the… There's wind from that door, but… the string is blowing in another direction…?
He stared down at the string, then up at the door. He stared at the door, then back down at the string. There was no possible way that the string would be blowing sideways with the way the wind was blowing inside. His eyes followed the direction of the string which led to a side-door he figured also led outside due to the sunlight leaking in through the small window. It's leading me to her… it has to be!
He pushed open the door which was difficult. I wouldn't call Sora weak, but he wasn't strong either. It led to the same field the other students were exiting into, but on the side of the building. Hmmm. He looked around, but didn't see red anywhere. The string he had been holding was swept from his hand and he panicked. After all, that was the only 'lead' he had if you could call it that. He must have looked pretty stupid following a string to anyone who happened to see him, but if you've ever desired someone to the extent he did you would know that you'll do pretty stupid things and not even realize it until thinking it over later. Finally, he caught sight of two benches side-by-side. They were occupied by a bunch of people, a majority of which had that same black hoody from before. However, there were 3 girls one which he immediately recognized as Kairi. That swayed him enough to ignore everything else and he headed over.
Kairi didn't notice or look up as Sora drew closer. Another red-haired person noticed – unfortunately for him. He was close, so close, but somebody stepped into his view. "Hey look who it is. Rich-boy." Sora froze and looked up. Rich-boy? How does he know? Stalker… He looked up and noticed this person looked similar to Kairi, despite the black tear-drop tattoos underneath his black-lined eyes which were sea-green and didn't look quite real or maybe…deceptive? Contacts maybe? He kind looks like Larvitar from pokemon…That pokemon sucks. Sora's smirk at the thought withered just as quickly as it came. "Um, I just want to talk to Kairi…" If Riku had been tall, this boy was gigantic and even more intimidating. Kids weren't even supposed to be able to get tattoos… "Hey Axel, at least it's a rich one this time." 'Axel's' expression changed to something just short of furious, and Sora took a step backwards which put him within eyeshot of Kairi again who looked up from talking to that platinum-blonde haired girl from before and smiled. She actually smiled at Sora intentionally. He smiled back and this seemed to enrage the other teen, who just so happened to be as violent as his appearance depicted. One moment he was in bliss, and the next there was a sharp pain in his chest which knocked the air out of him and the backpack off of his shoulder. He stumbled back a few steps; nearly falling, but Axel closed the distance and grabbed his neck. "Get off of me!" Sora growled. Laughter picked up around them as Sora's hands closed around Axel's wrist, pulling but to no avail.
Ugh. He smells like smoke.
Sora looked away thinking maybe the smell would go away or even better – Axel would lose interest and go away instead, and his eyes met with familiar ones. It was Riku this time. Sora silently pleaded with Riku, his eyes intertwined with a sort of distress just about anyone could make out; but – he looked away. A boy stepped in front of him, and the hurt dimmed from Sora's eyes. This one had light violet hair and looked amused. "Do you think you could buy her or something? You think money gets you everything?" Sora's gaze focused back on Axel, who tightened his grip forcing his nails into his neck which caused Sora to tighten his own; pulling a bit more frantically. He thought he heard someone say, "Money gets you porn and that's all I need," but he was too focused on the situation and didn't even know what porn was had he been paying attention. He'd been in a pokemon chatroom a majority of the time, and that topic never came up. On another note, breathing was starting to get difficult. "No! I don't I lov-" Axel's eyes flashed with recognition then something akin to hatred or hurt as he cut Sora off, with words and nails digging deep into his jugular.
"Don't go near her. If I find you near her I'll fucking break your neck, got it memorized?"
His voice was low but laced with a kind of hatred that was rare without reason. With that he released Sora who reached up, his hands hovering just over his neck where he could still feel the ghost of Axel's hands. "But.." I can't fight him. He seems to care about Kairi so … if I hurt him she wouldn't like me…If I say no then he'll hate me… but if I don't, how do I get close to her? Axel had turned around and left Sora to gaze at the 'VIII' on his back. A gang? He briefly wandered as they seemed to all start moving. "Come on." A deep voice stated. Another boy with darker silver hair was standing at the first bench and started off, everyone soon following. A blonde-haired person with strange bangs that Sora couldn't quite figure to be a male or female hit a boy on the back of the head as they passed, smirking as he complained about almost having his eye gouged out by the corner of the book. Sora could only watch as they all left. His eyes drifted back to Riku who avoided his gaze again. Sora sighed, looking away. A loophole. I need a loophole. Had he been paying attention, something he doesn't seem to be doing often, he would have heard the brunette girl that had been with Kairi teasing Riku about something red tangled in his hair.
Sora wasn't happy, that much was clear. He walked home instead of calling for a driver again. The backpack was heavy, but he didn't regret it. Somehow walking seemed to make it easier to think. How? How was he going to get to her? Maybe in the last class he could catch her again; alone. What if somebody saw and told, though? That Axel guy was scary and something in Sora made him feel as if he wasn't kidding around and he actually would get his neck broken if he tried anything. Perhaps he could get Axel to be his friend. He tried with Riku though and that didn't go well at all. Riku. Sora frowned. He honestly thought they were friends. Of course not. Just because someone helped you doesn't make them your friend… Who cares anyways? You have Tidus and Rikku. With that thought he felt a little better, but if you've ever been in love you just know friends don't fill that void. They might coat it and even make you forget about it for a while, but it's still there.
When he arrived home, his mother noticed the nail-prints in his neck and a bit of dried blood around them. Sora of course didn't know it was that serious, but he couldn't tell her what happened. She would take him out of the school… "I was nervous and I um squeezed my neck really hard." I lied. Not unbelievable, though… "You and your bad neck-habits." The other one was just a convenience. She laughed and ruffled his hair then walked off. I never lied before. "Hey Sora, how was school?" His father appeared at the doorway his mother had just exited. "It was great!" Another lie. Half lie anyways. "Whats that on your neck?" He asked, but before Sora had to answer he heard his mother yell "Bad neck habits just like you dear!" from the hallway. He silently thanked her. He didn't want to have to lie again.
Not ever.
