Well, here goes. First fanfiction here. Hope you guys likey! Please R&R
Sora: She made me goth. 0.0
Riku: I'm always Mr. Perfect. o.0
Kairi: I'm a whore! Tee hee
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Wakka: I come in later... you don't want to know what I am...
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts
Warnings: Self-Mutilation, Shounen-Ai, Enough Romance to Rot Your Brain, Character Bashing, Violence, Attempted Rape (Later Chapter )
Pairings: RikuxSora, RikuxKairi, LeonxSora, CloudxAeris, SephirothxCookies
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Chapter One: Wake up call
Beep Beep Beep
Gaah, stupid alarm clock. It always goes off whenever I'm having a good dream. Shifting my weight onto my elbows, I continue to listen to the sound. It's sort of calming after you've listened to it's beeping noise over fifteen times. I lay there for a good ten minutes before the evilness of my sister shows up in the doorway.
"Hey, Riku, you bone-head! You're gonna be late for school!" says Yuffie, crossing her arms over her chest. I moan and stuff my face into my pillow. I'm tired.
"Huuuuuuurry!" Yuffie tosses an old, worn out sock at me and I sit up in my bed. Her childish grin is spread across her round face. She'd probably be older looking if she grew out her hair. It's almost in a mushroom cut, which makes her look like a turtle.
"Go awaaaay," I groan, shoving the disgusting sock off of my bed. It was probably one of hers. I was too much of a neat freak to wear something like that.
"Ooooh! Riku's afraid of a sock!" says Yuffie, holding her small hands over her face, acting surprised.
"Bitch," I say, flinging a pillow at her. It hits her dead on in the face, nearly knocking her over.
"Gih! Your pillow is so freaking hard!" she says, picking the pillow off of the ground. She tossed it back at me, and I grabbed it in mid-air. "Did you put rocks in it or something?"
"Well, I know this 7 foot ostrich..." I say, putting the pillow back to it's assigned spot on the bed. She fakes a laugh and goes storming down the stairs. That's Yufe, for ya. Always over-dramatic.
I jump off my bed, my platinum hair just grazes my cheek. The girls at school seem to think my hair is pretty, but I think it makes me look like a geezer. I have so many other features besides my hair. My toned muscles, chiseled jaw, emerald eyes... I find it kind of funny that a girl would just notice my hair. Well, I guess it could be striking because it's silver. Whatever.
"Riku, what do you want for breakfast!?" yells Yuffie's voice from down the stairs.
"Toast," I reply, just loud enough for her to hear. Yuffie would probably make it extra crispy. Yuffie couldn't cook very well. She could burn cold cereal with her temper. She was just really good at playing dodge-ball and floor hockey, which made up for it. I loathe her for that, because I'm only really excelling at soccer. Curse her.
I cross the hallway into the bathroom I share with Yuffie. Her stuff is on the left, mine on the right. Her corner's really crowded with girly stuff though. I don't know how she manages being so messy. I quickly strip off my clothes and turn on the shower, as hot as it will go. Our house is always freezing in the mornings, due to the cool, island breeze that comes in off of the ocean. I step into the shower, the hot water burns into my flesh. Just the way I like it. Scalding is the best.
Minutes later I'm fully dressed and tearing down the stairs, and I await my burnt breakfast from my beloved sister, Yuffie. She meets me halfway through the kitchen, a dumbass grin across her face. She shoves a dark-brown piece of bread in my mouth, smothered in butter. "Fancks," I mumble through my full mouth. Next, she shoves my heavy backpack into my hands. Half-done homework be in there. I'm not up-to-speed because of my extra-curricular activities. Dammit, I'm going to need a tutor or something weird like that. The last tutor I had tried to get me to go out with her. Creepy. I think I'm grinning or something, because Yuffie's staring at me. But then I remember I have toast in my mouth. "You've got butter running down your chin, bone-head." I wipe my mouth with my left hand, swinging my backpack onto my shoulders with the other. I quickly finish my toast, and follow my sister into the cramped living room.
"You'd better hurry to, Yufe. We go to the same school ya know," I say. She's a year younger than me. I'm eighteen, she's seventeen. But sometimes she acts thirty. She's an early riser, she's always cheerful, likes to do things other than hang out all the time; she could be like an aunt or something.
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"Hey, Riku! Yuffie!" says a familiar, happy voice. I turn to find Tidus and Selphie grinning at us. It's Tidus talking, though. The kid is a pretty good skateboarder, I must admit. His baggy, ripped up jeans, black hoodie and pierced eye-brow kind of proclaim it, I guess. Selphie is a complete girly-girl, one of the most popular girls in the school. It's because she hangs around with Snob-Queen Kairi, who happens to be my girlfriend. I don't know why I even agreed; wait, I didn't agree. She forced it on me, because I'm 'the hottest guy in the school!'. Scary.
Tidus grins, throwing his skateboard down on the ground and following our quick walk and Selphie began to speak; "Didja know we have a new kid at our school? He's joining in the middle of the year, it's kindof stupid. Weird, huh?" She speaks like a twelve year old. Tidus and Selphie are both 17, and act like they're teeny-boppers playing in the ocean. Tidus' skateboard rolls steadily behind us, and I can hear the wheels swerving around every so often.
"New kid, huh? How old is he?" I ask, keeping my walk at a steady pace. My clothes are a little bit more clean-cut than everyone else's. Just a plain, white, collared shirt and black pants. Nothing special. Just school clothes. Yuffie jumps up on the balls of her feet and springs onto a ledge, balancing by keeping both arms out.
"Why, Riku? You want him in your class, you prep! You always have to watch the new kids. It gives you extra credit and all that," says Yuffie. Prep? Me, prep? No waaaaay. I'm more like a... a... fine, I'm a prep. Stupid sister...
"I think he's sixteen. But, he's skipped a grade or two, so he's in your home-room and grade, Riku!" chimes Selphie. I moan. I don't want some clap-happy little freak in my home-room, messing up my life.
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Well, he wasn't exactly what I expected. A short yet lanky kid stands infront of the class, headphones sitting on his shoulders, next to his neck. A long black cord is connected to some type of music-player in a black shoulder bag. His clothing is odd for a kid on a tropical island; black baggy pants (Another classmate named Zell says they have frog pockets), an elbow-sleeved, striped shirt, covered by a black T-shirt, fishnet gloves with studded wristbands, a striped crimson and black scarf, a studded belt and a matching studded collar and to top it all off he's wearing combat boots. Big, black combat boots.
"This is... Sora, people," says our home-room teacher. Her name is Rinoa Heartilly. She's the nicest person in the whole school, I think. Except for the Chemistry teacher, Merlin. He's a bit of a crack-pot though. Never mind the 'bit' part. "Try to make him feel welcome. He's from a different part of the island. Riku, you'll be helping him around." Miss Heartilly tells Sora to sit by me. I mentally groan. Not another babysitting job. Sora does as he's told. He's going to fit right in with the 'gothic' kids. Yeah, we have more of them. All though, they're too 'angst filled' to hang out with us. Stupid posers. He was probably just another one. Cut himself. Complained a lot. You know, the whole shebang.
Sora sits down beside me, his wide blue eyes focussed on the teacher. His spikey, chocolate brown hair is a bit distracting. Up close I notice his long, black eyelashes. Mascara? His eyes are outlined with some black paint. He looks like an Egyptian king, rising out of his tomb. Freaky. He turns his face towards me.
"What the fuck are you gawking at?" he asks, his tone sharp and cocky. I mentally smirk. Let's be fun with him.
"Nothing. You just stick out like a sore thumb at this school, that's all. Why don't you hang out with the rest of the Goth-poser kids?" I say, faking a sweet smile. Sora raises one eyebrow.
"You actually have those? I pity you," he says, snapping his head back towards Miss Heartilly.
"Problem, boys?" asks Miss Heartilly. I shake my head.
"We're just discussing some things, nothing much," I say, smiling as widely as my lips let me. Sora glanced over at me, his eyes cold and menacing.
"Good," she says, reviewing our facial expressions, "I want you to miss your next class, I've already asked Mr. Leonhart about it, to get Sora used to the school. He should have his time table with him so you can show him his classes..."-Sora nods- "...oh good you do. Anyway, just get some introducing done and I'm sure you two will be good friends." The bell rang to get us moving to our classes. I jump right out of my desk. Sora looks at me one eyebrow raised as he gets out of his own desk smoothly. I grab him by the wrist and drag him out of the class.
"Do you have mental problems?" he asks, as I let go of him in the now-crowded hallway. A few of my fan-club girls are giggling as I corner the new kid, slamming him into a locker.
"Look, I don't feel like putting up with you're 'Oh, I'm so depressed' B.S. Lots of kids are like this. They want attention. So, I suggest you shape up before everyone hates you, or you can go hang out with the rest of the Gothic wannabes," I say, quickly and strictly. I think Sora just smirked. Yeah, he did.
"I never asked for attention, did I? I never said I depressed, did I? Maybe I just like the way I dress. Once again, I pity you for having 'Goths' in your school. The kids probably don't even know who a 'Goth' even is. Your inferior mind is really quite amusing me," he says. I slam him against the locker again, leaving a bit of a dent. He winces slightly, but the smirk stays plastered on his adorable face. Did I just think he was adorable? Woah, I'm straight. I have a girlfriend, after all. But he's getting on my freaking nerves. A few kids are gathering around us, but I keep my voice to a low roar so no one can hear exactly what I'm saying.
"Inferior, huh? You're such a fucktard. I know your freaking kind. You just like attention. You're begging for it with those clothes. We're on a tropical island, dipshit," I say. He still smirks.
"Again, I like the way I dress," he says. Dammit, I hate him already. He doesn't even look rattled by my constant slamming of him against the locker.
"What, don't tell me you're suicidal too?" I say, not really following myself any more.
"Actually yes. I am sometimes. But that's not any of your business why," he says. Dammit. Another poser. I just figured him out. I smirk this time.
"Why are you suicidal? Is mommy not spoiling you enough?" I say. Sora suddenly punches me in the face. I'm shook by the blow, stumbling backwards into the crowd. A few of the girls scream in horror and run to comfort me. Sora pushes his headphones back to his ears and turns off down the corner, leaving large black scuff marks from his boots. I shake my head in confusion and tear after him. He's a fast walker. I grab him by the shoulder, my lip bleeding and I'm panting. "Slow down. Sorry for that last comment." Sora turns around to look at me. His lips are shaking slightly.
"I'm sorry for hitting you. It was uncharacteristic of me," says Sora, taking his headphones off. What's blaring out of them... wait, is that Opera? Never mind. It's soon blanked out by another loud bell, and all of the footfalls. The noise starts to become clear again when the last door is shut, and all of the others are in class.
"Well, it's okay. I think I should have kept back the comments. Sorry bout that," I say, trying to look as angelic as I can.
"Apology accepted. I can understand you acting like that, but I have my reasons for being the way I am," Sora says.
"Kay. I won't ask any questions about why you're the way you are. But, I think I want to try to make you tell me," I say. I think I saw him actually smile. Wait...
"Probably not. But, I'll bet that you can figure out some other things about me..." he says, still smiling. I feel a chill down my spine and I look down at the younger boy. Sora's face is right against my neck (that's how tall he is) and he's kissing me... GAAH! He's gay! I push him away and fall over a garbage can, landing on my ass with my feet draped over the bin. He smirks again. That stupid smirk annoys me.
"Score one for me," he says, walking towards me, "Yes, I do like men, if you haven't already figured that out. But, I'm not completely homosexual. I'm bisexual, so I still like women." He lends me a hand getting up.
"That's good to know..." I mumble to myself.