Yasumi
A/N: Hmmm… It seems that I tend to write solely vacation stories… XP I'm writing this one because A) my recent obsession with KH is driving me mad and B) I'm departing on a class trip this Wednesday to Japan and I'm in the vacation mood!
I intend to do at least two updates before I leave, but then I too will be on vacation!
Oh, I guess I should explain the title, Yasumi is the Japanese word for vacation (one of many but I like this one the best). I'm writing in the perspective that the mainland mentioned is something similar to Japan, and that the students are all studying Japanese.
I mainly wrote in Sora and Kairi's third person perspective because they are my favorites!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the Disney or Final Fantasy characters who are mentioned.
Kairi glared at the yellow piece of paper with a scouring intensity. She was reading each and every item slowly then glancing over her massive pile of crap to find said item. 'Shirts… check… pants… check… bras… check…' she silently listed, nearing the end of the list. Finally she placed the paper down and sighed. Now the two foot mountain of supplies needed to fit into the small suitcase.
She grabbed the massive pile then plopped it into the suitcase, then shuffled the contents around frantically in order to make it fit. No such luck there.
She then tried to actually fold the clothes she was packing. That too was a failure.
This called for the big guns.
In one quick move she frantically pushed the contents down once more, pulled the cover down, then sat on it. After a second to check if anything was spilling out she grabbed the zipper and zipped it tight.
With a contented sigh she smile and nodded, then turned to her desk. On it lie her amusement for the eleven hour flight: her Ipod (charging for it's third consecutive day, in order to fill the battery to max capacity), a stack of 13 books and manga, snacks, and a stack of Marie from Aristocats inspired playing cards. All of which was to fit in her "princess" backpack (she was a sucker for horrible clichés).
She was officially ready for her trip to the mainland tomorrow!
As she collapsed onto her bed she flipped on her stereo to her favorite radio station, currently playing her favorite Mindless Self Indulgence song. She let her eyes close as her mind drifted to the week ahead.
For three years she had been looking forward to the chance to go on her class's study tour. Not to mention that she was going with many of her closest friends. Speaking of which, one of them was making her phone go off. She sat up and grabbed her phone to find a message from Selphie.
"Twenty four hours from now we will be drowning in hot Mainland guys!"
After reading the text she fell back laughing. Leave it to Selphie to think the most exciting part of visiting a foreign country were the guys. And also leave it to Selphie to forget the secret she had told her less than a month ago.
She already had a man firmly placed in heart.
Her best friend Sora.
She had known she had a crush on him for a couple of years, but only told Selphie, who couldn't keep a secret to save her life, because she was fed up with waiting for him to ask her out. She was actually hoping that Selphie would spill her secret.
Which is why her goal during their two week vacation was to let him know her feelings.
It was going to be easier said than done though, he wasn't exactly the brightest when it came to hints.
So she was going to have to be frank.
Once again easier said than done.
She was awakened from her thoughts when she heard the garage door open downstairs. Rising from her bed, she heard the door open and her mother come in.
"Kairi!" She cried, walking in the kitchen towards the stairs (Kairi could tell from her heels making the unmistakable clack on the hardwood floor). Kairi dashed out of her room and leaned over the railing to see her mom.
"Hiya Mom, welcome back!" She said, smiling brightly. Her mom returned the same smile (supposedly a family trait).
"Are you ready for tomorrow? All packed?" She asked. Kairi nodded.
"I crammed as much as I could into that suitcase,"
"Was it on the list or is it unnecessary things?" her mother chided.
"It was on the list, mom."
"Good. I can't believe it! Two weeks without my Kairi… Whatever will I do?" She asked rhetorically. Kairi giggled.
"You do have another child," she reminded. Speaking of, she heard her younger brother downstairs emerging from his "basement lair" as she called it.
"Yes, but I must admit the house will be much quieter. I won't have to deal with your blaring music," her mother joked, referring to the blaring radio. Kairi blushed.
"Sorry," she said, retreating to her room to turn off said noisemaker.
"So," her mother called from downstairs, "what would you like for your last night of normal food?" Kairi pondered for a minute then remembered the haunting commercial that had seemingly been on infinite repeat whenever she was watching TV.
"Pizza! A big, fat, cheese pizza!" She cried. Hearing her mother sigh but walk over to the phone, she squeaked in delight.
"Yes, I'd like to order a cheese pizza," her mother said into the phone. Only a moment later she heard her mother hang up, then redial her father to tell him to pick up the pizza.
A good evening was in order, a pizza and her family fawning over her because in less than twelve hours, she would be gone for two weeks.
Sora pulled the zipper with all his might, hoping that the duffle bag would be able to contain all the junk he had managed to stuff inside. Finally, it began to budge only slightly. This made his eye twitch. At this rate he would be fully zipped by the time he was thirty.
He backtracked and grabbed a ton of stuff out of his bag.. After sorting through the excess items (such as some snacks and a couple of unnecessary jackets), his bag was finally ready to go.
He grinned in victory then leapt from his bed and did a victory dance to his Weezer Cd. Down the hallway he heard his older sister, Haru, scream at him.
"Sora! Turn that crap down!" She shouted.
"Then I'd have to listen to your Miley Cyrus crap!" he retorted. Hearing his sister groan she turned up her own radio (currently Lady Gaga, not Miley Cyrus).
Walking over he slammed his door shut then walked back to his bed, catching a glimpse of the picture on his desk. It was of he and Kairi.
He sighed and picked it up. Automatically his eyes traced over Kairi's every feature. She was to him, the most ideal girl to exist. Her long auburn hair, her bright blue eyes, her carefree attitude, she was just angelic.
And that was just it, he felt he would never be able to tell her how he felt. He slammed the picture back on the desk, which caused his coke to fizz up.
But this was it, he had two weeks with her, and he was going to tell her.
As he slumped into his beanbag he pulled the itinerary for the trip from the ground and read it. They arrived in the eastern capital first and spent a large portion of their time there. There was a trip to the amusement park, museums, temples, festivals, shows, a visit to their sister school, a meet up with a university study tour, and a trip to a hot spring. He was excited, understandably so.
He couldn't believe it, a trip with all his best friends. Riku, Kairi, Roxas, Namine… plus a bunch of other kids, not only from his school. The trip was a collaboration between two schools, Destiny Islands High School and Twilight Town High.
He flipped is itinerary over to glance over all the names.
"Let's see…" he said to himself, "Riku, Kairi, Selphie, Tidus, Wakka, Roxas, Namine, and me from Destiny Islands High. And from Twilight Town: Axel, Yuna, Rikku, Paine, Hayner, Pence, Ollette, and Seifer…" read he, then he glanced up to the three teachers supervising, Quistis Trepe, Rinoa Heartilly, and Squall Leonhart.. He knew Quistis because she was his teacher, but Rinoa and Squall both came from Twilight Town, so he didn't know them.
"I hope that I get to be with Kairi…" he said aloud, not noticing his sister standing in the now open doorway.
"Oooh, my little brother has a crush," she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. He mimicked then glared.
"I do not have a crush, she's just a friend," he blubbered, blushing deeply.
"Yeah, I can totally tell," mocked she as she turned to go raid the kitchen. He sighed when he was sure she was gone.
"If Haru can tell I must be super obvious about it…" he pouted, thinking he had been sneaky about it.
With another sigh he glanced at the clock. Only eight hours until he was on his way to the mainland.
A/N: Ah! Sorry if it isn't that funny yet, I promise I'll be funnier next chapter. I'm just laying the groundwork for the story now.
Oh, and can you tell I'm a FFVIII fangirl?
Does anyone else have this much trouble with suitcases? Every trip this seems to happen to me and it drives me insane.
I am open to constructive criticism and suggestions. I also love reviews of any form so please review! I give you virtual hugs!