Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the game, just the plot. No, not even the Nestea.
l e a n on me
a yura story by
disposable o v e n
I knew, ever since I'd first seen Sora Gildon, he was different.
Not the kind of 'different' that seperates girl and boy; animal and human.
This boy was just... Unusual in a normal way.
...Is that possible?
As I was walking toward the office center, I noticed a continuous pinging sound.
Yuffie loves pinging sounds, so she just had to find the source of it.
I dropped the media helper application forms off on my way to the room where the sound was coming from. Running down the hall, I rounded around the corner, and came to the mail room.
A boy my age, with chocolate brown locks and bright blue eyes was reaching into a bucket of clothing pins, and chucking them into certain mail cubbies. He grinned every time he got a pin into the box labeled 'Gildon'. He must have seen me out of the corner of his eye, so he turned to face me.
"You do know, you can get in heaps of trouble because I saw you doing that." I smarted, raising an eyebrow.
"Bring it." the boy said, grabbing another clothespin as well as his messenger bag. He threw the pin like a dart once more into Gildon's box. He walked quickly out of the mail room, smirking.
"How rebellious!" I stated sarcastically, turning as he passed me.
"But it's attractive, no?" the fifteen year old said, with a playful tone. As he walked out the office doors, he looked back at me, a cheesy grin playing upon his lips. He jammed his black beanie with a yellow exclamation point on, it clashing horribly with his spiky hair.
I rolled my eyes.
'Strange boy, indeed.'-!-
When the bell that signaled the start of chemistry started, I slumped down into my seat.
Two from the front, third from the right.
I reached down, scratching my lime-and-blue Vans-clad foot nervously.
"Hey everyone! Welcome back to DIA, I hope you all had a great summer!" our chemistry teacher, Miss Tifa sang.
No one replied. At least not the boys.
They missed Miss Tifa's chest a little too much.
Miss Tifa looked around nervously, noticing the boys staring at her. She crossed her arms across her chest nervously, and chuckled.
"Anyway, we have a new student who came here over summer break. Everyone, meet Sora Gildon!"
My eyes darted toward the door, where the same clothespin-throwing, brown haired, blue eyed boy I had ran into in the mail room, stood with pride like a holy statue that everyone wanted to kneel in front of.
If you ask me, that looked pretty creepy.
"Lets see. Sora, you can sit next to Yuffie. Yuffie, raise your hand!"
I hesitated, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Anything but eager, I raised my hand halfway into the air.
As Sora walked toward my desk, Miss Tifa snatched his beanie off of his head, shoving it into his hand. He looked back at her, smirking and making a peace sign.
He practically threw his bag on the ground, slumping down into his seat.
For a moment, I was beginning to think he was mocking me.
As Tifa began her whole class period long welcome back speech, Sora turned his head, smiling slightly.
"Why hello there, Yuffie." he said, same annoying smile intact.
I grinned sarcastically, raising my hand and flipping him off.
"Now now, what did I ever do to you?" Sora whispered, innocence playing upon his face. He raised his eyebrows.
I had realised something.
...How did he know my name?
OHMYGAWD IT'S A STALKER.
"Uhuh. H-how do you know who I am?"
Sora waved his hand as if that didn't matter. "You do have a name tag you've gotta wear for being a schoolwide helper."
Stupid, Yuffie.
STUPID.
Then again, I never realised this idiot could read.
When the bell rang, I stormed from my seat, eager to get away from Sora's annoyance. Looking back, I saw that he was following me.
I hurried to the cafeteria, dropping my bag next to my best friend, Rikku's.
The quirky blonde already stood in line next to her brother Roxas, another of my best friends. Selphie, the always sugar-high brunette trailed behind me, hopping up and down on her heels.
"Ham special today. Gross. That stuff feels like rubber." Roxas said, looking at the meat through the glass of the lunch bar.
I scooped some white rice up from its bowl on the bar, and added a few layers of cheese. The cheese slowly melted, my hunger slowly growing along with it.
Rikku simply waited till the end of the line, grabbing an apple and a pear, along with a can of Nestea.
"Rikku. Try to eat for once!" Selphie whined, gesturing toward her tray, which consisted of the infamous ham special. Roxas cringed, making me giggle slightly.
As I sat down, I noticed Sora on the other side of the lunch room, sitting at an empty circular table. He had a pen out, sketching on a sheet of lined paper. There wasn't a trace of food in front of him, however. He would occasionally frop his pen from his left hand, rubbing the black ink off of the side of his hand.
"Yuff!" I heard Rikku shout.
I snapped my gaze from Sora, and toward my plate, noticing a string of cheese hanging out of my mouth.
"We've been trying to get your attention for the past three minutes." Selphie stated bluntly.
I looked over to Roxas, who I noticed was staring at me. He looked back down at his plate, poking at his rice.
He looked kind of...
Sad.
I shrugged, popping another bite of rice into my mouth. Rikku and Selphie started talking about Panic At The Disco, their favorite band, as well as mine and Roxas'.
I joined into the conversation, occasionally averting my gaze to Sora and back to my friends, smiling.
Roxas remained quiet.
-!-
Tearing open a bag of skittles, I set off down Gains street, looking through various shop windows. I popped a red skittle into my mouth, sucking on it and savouring the taste.
Red is my favorite flavor, yes it is.
"Yuffie! Hey, you!" I heard a voice shout repetitively, to the point of where I wanted to smack someone.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT, CONSCIENCE!" I shouted, looking up at the streetlight above. A few children whimpered and clung tighter to their parents, who rushed off, looking at me as if I was some exotic kind of being.
I felt a hand grab my arm form behind, and I flushed, turning around quickly.
"RA-" I shouted, but another hand covered my mouth. I looked up into the face of none other than Sora Gildon.
"Why, hello there." he smirked.
"What do you want?" I snarled, popping a green, yellow, and purple skittle into my mouth.
He shrugged, "I just wanted to talk, that's all."
"Awh, lil' Sora didn't make any friends today?" I teased, flushing at the attempt.
Sora simply rolled his eyes, shoving his beanie onto his head.
"Listen, I'm not really as bad as you think I am. I'm trying to find a way to fit in at your school."
That hit me as hard as a bitch-slap across the face.
No bruises, though.
"Um, try being yourself."
"I'm keeping this personality. You can't change that. It's working to well for me."
"Yeah. It's working really well. Who was the guy who didn't make a single friend yet?" I snarled.
"Okay, maybe the first day didn't go so well." he smarted back at me, tapping my chin with his index finger.
I looked up at him. He was really quite attractive, especially the way his hair fell in front of his ocean blue eyes when his beanie was on.
That made me give in.
Yes, dammit, I gave in.
"Look. I'll give you a chance. You can sit with my friends and me at lunch tomorrow. We'll see how they like you. Maybe that will make you think of being yourself."
"Nice." Sora stated simply, flashing his infamous smirk down toward me.
I rolled my eyes, speeding down the sidewalk toward my house.
"You're not gonna get far!" I heard Sora yell.
I halted as Sora ran up to me.
"I live down the same street as you. Remember the moving trucks outside your house? I saw you out there looking at them. You're so nosy, I swear."
I smiled bitterly, looking at him. "Yeah. Great. New neighbor. Especially you, just what I need."
"I know, right?"
I flipped Sora off the second time that day.
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A/N: Yep. another attempt at a chapter fic. I might actually finish this one. Yeay.
Review kthx. :D
-Dispo