Author's Notes: Hey everyone. This is my first fanfic ever. I know, I know. lol, My name is Jordan. You can call me that, Jo, or Jori, I don't care which. I love this sight. There are so many talented people on here. I'm hoping to turn out to be one of them. I guess I'll just have to wait until I see my reviews. Please guys, read and review. You'll help me alot.
Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a princess who lived in a far away land, locked up in the highest room of the tallest tower. She was so very far away and locked up so very tight, she could not buy kingdom hearts like she wanted to. So she cried for days and days, and then settled on writing fanfics.
Guys... I don't own it.
Story Summary: Riku swears he's not gay. So why does he only think of Sora whenever he's with Namine? Sora knows he can make Riku love him. So why does he keep getting turned down? Aerith is so broken now that Cloud left but he just wants his best friend back, even if he loves him now. Yuffie and Kairi are perfect for each other, but that doesn't mean they'll always be together. All's fair under guise the Oak Tree. [RS; RN(for now); KY (haha, warming gel); CL; Implied CA; and anyone else I feel like.
Warnings: Not much is bad right now... my have more explicit themes in later chapters so readers be ware of the sex! (or atleast implied sex. or something to that effect.) Oh... btw, there are some homosexual relationships in here. Hey, who am I kidding, it's mostly homosexual relationships. They're the most fun! I think I should be warning you about the hetero couples that are soon to come up, but I'm no spoiler! Nu-uh, you'll just have to wait.
The Oak Tree
Love is In the Air: Unrequited and Returned
"Mr. Matsuo…" rang a soft melodic voice. "Mr. Matsuo…"
Sad, cobalt blue eyes tore away from where they stared out the window at a lone oak tree, and fell upon the woman standing in the front of the class. "Hmm?" he asked, dreamily.
A concerned look adorned the tall, brunette's face as she proceeded, "Mr. Matsuo, are you going to be alright?"
The boy looked at his teacher, perplexedly. "What do you mean, Mrs. Gainsborough?"
No one in the class noticed their teacher flinch at the term Mrs., as a small blonde boy turned to his confused companion and said, "You were doing it again." There was no need for elaboration because everyone knew what he meant. He dropped his voice to a whisper and said, "Sor, you've got to get over him."
"I know Roxas, I just can't." Sora, the other boy whispered back, a distraught look overtaking his face. "I'm sure that I can make him love me."
Roxas sighed and rubbed sleepily at his eyes. "It's a lost cause. I'm sorry but…"
The boy trailed off as Miss Gainsborough cleared her throat, and shot the boys a sympathetic look. "Guys would you please continue your conversation after class. We've still so much to learn about The Philosophes and only 30 minutes left in class."
"Sorry, Mrs. Gainsborough." The two said, looking apologetic at once.
"Now open your books to page ninety-two and you will see René Descartes. Not only was he an astounding mathematician, but he also…"
If only I could get over him.
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It was only a tree.
No, that was a lie, it wasn't only a tree. It was his tree.
No… that was a lie too. It was their tree.
Sadly, no one realized this fact but him. Not even Sora.
A slender figure sat with his back against an oak tree. It was the only tree in the east school yard. The boy sighed, running his fingers through the hair of the girl whose head lay in his lap. This really was the choice spot to sit and yet no one ever did but his group of friends. Everyone else was always rushing off to their intended destinations and never stopping to notice this little paradise. Oh well, more serenity for him, he supposed.
The little blonde girl who had been reading previously shifted her body on the ground to look up at her boyfriend. She slid her hand up his cheek and into his long silver hair, smiling softly at him. "What are you thinking about, Riku?"
The boy opened his aquamarine eyes and cast them upon a set of light, faded blue. "Just about how lucky I am. I have this place. I have you. I have Sora." And at that sentiment the girl shot up a worried look on her face.
"Naminé, Sora is my best friend. I'm lucky to have him." Riku said in a condescending tone.
"I know Ri, but–"
"Don't call me that." The boy scoffed, looking angrily off in the direction opposite his little blonde girlfriend.
"Sorry." Naminé huffed, staring dejectedly at the ground.
Riku looked back at the defeated girl and took a deep breath in. "Nam, I'm sorry," he told her, wrapping his arms around her torso, only to have them flung off of her.
"Why do you get to call me Nam if I can't call you Ri?"
Now it was his turn to look defeated. "I just don't like the name okay?" he mumbled, barely audibly.
The couple didn't talk anymore for the rest of the afternoon, just stared off in their respective directions until it was time for Riku's soccer practice.
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A tall brunette walked down the side of the road back to her apartment, the dust settling on her worn, brown boots and long pink dress as she trekked. She stared sadly at her left hand. She knew that it was right for her to throw the ring back at him, but it was so hard to let go. Her hand felt so naked. She felt so… abandoned.
She entered her building and trudged her feet up the red, plush-carpeted stairs to her door. Taking a breath for the first time in about five minutes and closing her eyes she did what she'd always done when she got to her door. The girl imagined that when she opened the door, he would be there welcoming her home with open arms. He would call, "Aerith! Welcome home, honey," and wrap her in his strong arms, and nuzzle her neck with his head. Then she would simply laugh give him a kiss and push him away to start dinner as he told her about his day at the office; how many houses he'd sold, how many he'd lost to "that Cid"; and then they'd sit down to the dinner she'd made, conversation never ceasing.
It was only a pipe dream. Aerith knew that. She would open the door to the same empty flat as always, fix herself a drink, and begin grading papers because there was nothing better to do. The girl forced the key into the lock and opened the door only to come face to face with him. Gasping, she promptly dropped her keys.
"Cloud?" The stuttering woman asked her ex-husband, though of course she knew it was him; she was really asking why he was there.
"Hi… Aerith," Cloud muttered, staring not at the woman he'd once loved, but instead at the box in his hands. "I still had the key so I let myself in. I had left all of the vinyl's that Yuffie let me borrow here and she was in a huff about it and said I should come get them, so I did and I probably shouldn't have. I should've waited. I'm sorry."
He was rambling. Cloud never could stop speaking when he was nervous.
"No, um… it's okay. They're yours. I should have just dropped them off." Aerith said, trying hard not to break down.
"Okay, I guess I should go now?"
"Yeah, that's probably best." She moved aside to let him pass through, and could barely choke back a sob when she caught his scent as their bodies touched briefly.
Cloud stood back a bit, still in the shadow of the doorway, staring at Aerith. "I'm really sorry about everything. I never meant for it to happen like this. You know that, right?"
She was breaking down, bit by bit. But she couldn't let him see her cry. Not again. Not if he couldn't be the one to kiss away the tears. "I know. It's not your fault. I'm sure you didn't choose to be…"
"Right."
Two pairs of blue eyes met before hers were the ones to tear away. She said an awkward goodbye and closed the door behind her.
"I'm sorry, Aerith," Cloud whispered. "I love him."
Aerith slid down her door and sat, sobbing on the ground, catching only the end of what Cloud said, though she wasn't supposed to hear a word.
"You told me the same thing."
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"Ooh! Yuffie, let's get this one! They're my favorite band!" A girl exclaimed happily, pointing to a vinyl on the shelf in the record store they were in. Mitch's Mixes was not just the only record store in the city, but it was the best, and Yuffie Strife's favorite hangout.
"Calm down, Kai." The girl with the short, cropped, raven hair said, wiggling her pinky finger around in her ear, swearing she'd just burst an eardrum. "I can hear you. I'm right here." Yuffie looked down at the record that was being hugged to death by the small redheaded girl next to her. "The Beatles are still your favorite band? Kairi, I love you to death but you've got to catch up with the ages." She chuckled.
"What can I say; I'm an old-school kind of girl." Kairi beamed before getting on tip-toe and puckering her lips. Yuffie tuned in without missing a beat and gave her girlfriend a small peck on the lips before slinking her arm around the other girl's waist.
"But baby, you already have that one. Don't you want to get something else? Something more contemporary?"
"No, I don't have this one. This one is the gold version." Kairi whined, burying her head in Yuffie's neck.
"And what's different about it?" The tall, lanky girl pressed, hugging Kairi tighter.
"I unno." Kairi admitted, making an attempt to distract her girlfriend by pressing featherlike kisses on her neck. The older girl moaned, thrusting her head back instinctively to allow Kairi more access to her neck, gasping and pushing Kairi away.
The two girls looked over at the front desk where a boy, no older than them, sat, jaw-dropped. "Don't stop on my account." He breathed.
Yuffie groaned, grabbing Kairi by the hand and pulling the Record out of her hand. "Just ring this up," she said, thrusting the record into the perv's arms, and muttering under her breath.
The boy rang them up and handed them the record in a black bag with the store's checker-print logo on it as Yuffie paid for it, still grumbling.
"Feel free to come back anytime." He yelled as they walked out the door and noted Yuffie's grip tightening around Kairi's hand.
"Awwwh." Kairi mewed.
"What?" Yuffie snapped back.
"You're so cute when you're mad."
"Whatever." Yuffie said, trying to sound aloof, but she couldn't hide her smile when Kairi leaned against her arm as they walked down the street.
Hey guys, it's me again. Please Review! Creative criticisms appreciated. Please no flames, cause it's so easy to turn "I hate you're characters and your story is stupid," into "You didn't develop the characters enough and your plot was a bit confusing and hard to follow," which gives me something to work off of. Don't pretend you don't understand what I mean.