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My seventh fanfic. Third POV. Kingdom Hearts 2! SOKAI FTW! And oh my god, it's a chaptered fic you guys! SecretBox is officially by beta, yo.

Title is temporary for now. BLEHH. Yuck. I hate it, but I honestly cannot think of anything else.

Disclaimer: Be thankful pitiful mortals. :p

Notes of a High School Scandal

Who knew one confession could successfully turn Sora Hikari's life inside out?

☆Sokai

"I love you, Sora."

The spiky-haired brunet stood perfectly still and stared, wide-eyed. A whisper of wind blew through the spring grasses around them and sent her long, pink sundress swaying, her hair flying about. Naminé pushed back a lock of her long, champagne colored hair behind one white ear and then raised her periwinkle eyes to meet his sky-blue. She smiled then, and the slight quirk of her pale lips was both mysterious and strangely inviting, speaking ages of wisdom and womanly power beyond her mere trickle of fifteen years.

"I want to be yours…and yours and yours alone."

:♥:

News traveled fast in Destiny High. By the next day it was all over school that Naminé Utada had confessed to Sora Hikari over the weekend. He had no idea how anyone knew, but there it was.

His first inkling of what that meant, exactly, was being beset upon by his two best friends Riku and Tidus and dragged to a lonely corner of campus near the gym equipment shed, almost as soon as he set foot inside their homeroom.

"Sora!" Tidus said a little too emphatically. His toothy grin seemed to threaten to split his face in two as he loomed over him, still smiling maniacally. How odd, considering that Tidus was a couple inches shorter than Sora. The brunet wondered how the other boy could look so...so intimidating.

"H - huh? W-what?" Sora stammered dumbly, words falling over one another clumsily. He backed a step away, only to bump into Riku's elbow.

"Where do you think you're going?" the silver-haired boy sneered, a cocky smirk flitting across his face as he shoved the boy back into Tidus. Sora gulped quite visibly as he met the blonde's over exuberant ocean-blue gaze.

"I can't believe it!" Tidus said, grinning, prodding him in the side again and again. "You, you actually! I mean you –- of all people!"

"Eh?" Sora said starting to get just a little freaked out. "What the heck's the matter with you?"

"Na-mi-ne U-ta-da!" Tidus said, drawing out each syllable.

"How'd that happen?" Riku added, bemused. "I was beginning to wonder if you even knew what a girl was."

"We need details, man! Details!"

Sora made a face. "There's nothing to tell."

"What about Kairi?" Tidus asked, raising an eyebrow. "Has she heard anything about this yet? I mean, Naminé is her cous --"

"W-hy would she care?" Sora said, cheeks turning a bright red. "I mean, we're good friends but it's not like --"

"Yeah, yeah," Tidus said, flapping a hand in annoyance. "Nothing's going on with Kairi. You've already stated that a gazillion times… Which is why I want to know what's going on with Naminé! Come on, Sora! We're friends, aren't we?! You can tell MEEEE!"

Sora made a mad dash down the hall past Riku just as Tidus dove for him, running in a crazy zig-zag as he struggled to catch up with Squall. "Squall!"

The older brunet teen stopped and waited for Roxas to catch up, dragging Tidus, who was clutching at his legs halfway there before finally managing to ditch him. Silently, he took note of Tidus kneeling with his hand outstretched towards Sora as he wailed something about "DETAILS!" and Riku shaking his head and heading back to class on his own.

Sora bent over, hands on his thighs, and took a few shallow breaths after his sprint. Tidus was heavy and his fingers were like claws. "Man, Squall, you would NOT believe the day I've been having!"

His eyebrow twitched ever so slightly, a tinge of exasperation darting across his grey eyes. "For the thousandth –- no hundredth time, it's Leon," he deadpanned.

"Right, well whatever…like I was saying before: What is WRONG with everybody?!"

Squall err Leon Leonhart's expression didn't change. "So I hear Naminé confessed?"

Sora hung his head. "Not you too."

:♥:

Kairi was sitting with her normal composure at her desk in homeroom, her bag and books immaculately arranged in front of her. She listened to her iPod at full blast, humming along to the lyrics to some happy-go lucky love song, swinging her feet back and forth idly. She was wearing one of those cute little mini-dresses that she was so famous for; pink with white petals floating prettily downwards. She donned a pair of pure white sandals to match, and her brunette haired friend named Selphie continued to gabble on and on about the cuteness that was Tidus in a seat pulled up next to her (even though he was about a row away from her).

Naminé was at her desk chatting with Olette and Tifa.

The rest of the girls were clustered towards the back of the classroom whispering furiously. Gossiping, as usual. After all, it wasn't everyday that the serene, artsy-type girl proclaimed her undying love for one of Destiny High's most un-eligible teen heartthrobs. Everyone either hated Naminé or was silently rooting her on at this point. Rumor had it that the two girls tangled in fate's unfortunate love triangle (both apparently dubbed Sora's potential love interests aka Naminé and Kairi) were at each other's throats and not speaking to one another. There was a very thin line between love and hate, and at this point in time according to the school's local gossip source, Kairi's and Naminé's love for Sora was about as strong and fierce as the loathing in their hearts they held for one another.

Sora was suspiciously late (although every day he was usually late, today it was indefinitely suspicious and just had to mean something). Probably had something to do with the foreseen tension rising between the two distraught lovers.

"Look," some random girl whispered, "they're not even looking at each other!"

As though Naminé had suddenly gained very acute cat-like hearing, this was immediately followed by Naminé turning in her seat to wave politely at Kairi. The blonde smiled gently, murmuring a quiet, "Good morning, Kairi."

Selphie, astute as ever, poked the red-haired girl in the side. "OHHH! Kairi, that Naminé girl is talking to you!" she babbled rather loudly, failing to notice as the said blonde-haired girl blushed embarrassedly and looked helplessly to her friends for support.

Kairi rolled her eyes skyward before smiling sympathetically. "Good morning, Naminé," she replied back. A look of genuine surprise flitted across Naminé's pretty features before she spared her a small, tiny smile and turned back around in her seat. Kairi blared the music full blast and continued to rock back and forth in her seat, nodding her head to the beat playing out in her head.

Selphie mouthed wordlessly, green eyes shining,"You are SO gonna go deaf in five years."

Then the whispering resumed.

"Look, that's obviously fake!"

"They're totally NOT getting along!"

On the other side of the room Tifa sighed pitifully, shaking her head in disgust. "Just what are they going on about over there? It's really starting to get on my last nerves."

"Gossip," Olette simply supplied, frowning. She had pulled up a seat not too long ago behind Naminé and had begun playing with her pale, golden hair. "They probably have nothing better to do."

Tifa's eyebrow began to twitch and she quickly rose to her feet, glaring at the girls in the back who were giggling and gesturing towards Naminé and Kairi like a bunch of laughing hyenas. "I swear! I'm about to march over there and give them all a piece of my mind right NOW." She cracked her knuckles loudly, feeling a satisfactory grin tug at her lips as they began to notice her staring at them, one of the girls going so far as to point at her fearfully.

A light touch on her arm halted her, and Tifa lowered discerned ruby to bleached indigo.

"No," Naminé supplied serenely, "it's all right. It doesn't matter what they're saying. I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" Olette asked a bit dubiously, scrunching her nose slightly in disbelief.

"Really?" Tifa echoed, looking a bit unconvinced.

"Really." She looked down at her pencil case as she opened it. "I'm only waiting to hear the words of one person."

"If you say so," Tifa sighed, sitting back down a bit reluctantly. "I don't want to make this any worse for you, Nam."

"I'm only waiting to hear the words of one person."

That, Olette thought, as she braided Naminé's hair frowning slightly, was half of the problem.

:♥:

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