AN: You know what? I probably have the worst track record ever when it comes to starting a story and actually finishing it. I've left tons of my other stories and its readers out to dry. And who knows? That will probably be the same fate for this one here.
In all honesty? I just wanted to post something; see how it would be received. Take it as you will -- I do have 3 other chapters of this thing written up, and I will post them, but I have no idea how far this thing will actually go.
Please critique and comment and actually tell me what my writing is like. I'd really appreciate it.
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Retrospect
Chapter 1: Kairi to Sora
Dear Sora,
I'm kind of hesitant to write this email. I've been pacing in my room for at least 10 minutes now, glancing at the screen and biting my lip. Things didn't go so well between us, did they? Yes, yes, I know: understatement. And I know it's harder to convey emotions through emails and such, but let's give a whirl, eh?
Look, I know you're upset at our breakup and my sudden work transfer, but I didn't want things to be left sour between us. We used to be such good friends and it took me this new change in my life to realize that, in becoming something more, we were losing that bond in favor of something less valuable. Who knows? I may be celibate and single for the rest of my life! But I'll always want your friendship, Sora, you know that. We dated for 6 months, but we've been friends for 4 years. See where I'm going with this?
I hope these words get through and help clear up any leftover wound you may be nursing (cough, cough, your PRIDE, cough). I honestly didn't want you to take it the wrong way – it will certainly take me a while to get over you, that's for sure! But my infatuation has died down to the point where I can see how destructive this relationship was to our friendship.
I can't say how sorry I am, but it did need to be done. But a redhead's gotta do what a redhead's gotta do (yes, I got that from that old Rugrats movie – make fun of me and I'll spam you so badly...)!
(Please pause for a brief pity-party.)
Amen. Now...!
On to other matters.
Don't try to hide from it, mister, I saw that reunion letter on your desk before I left! Honestly, Sora, your old boarding school, St. Bastion's, is really weird – I mean, hosting a five year reunion? And I know you didn't experience the best years of your life there, but – and I'm not even kidding – I swear, Sora Harada, if you do not go to that reunion, I will personally fly back there to drag your ass to that school.
Don't doubt that I can't. Mothers can save their children from crushing weights. Guys can take bullets in the chest and survive for their loved ones. And I can sure as hell fly back and forcibly dress you up and kick you out. Besides, some "you" time will help clear up some stuff, I'm sure, and maybe you'll reconnect with someone?
And on that note, Sora, I leave you to your thoughts. Write back, keep in touch. If I don't hear from you in a week, I'll assume you're dead because your clumsiness has finally lead you to a gruesome end – an end that involves ice cream, a 42 story building, and one of those old guys who dress up as Santa Claus as the mall for the little kids. And I'll host your funeral and you won't be invited.
So. What have we learned from this email? A) Kairi is still sorry and hopes her friendship with you isn't ruined. B) You will go to that reunion if you don't want to find your body suddenly donated to science. C) Write back or I'll shun you at your own funeral. And D) third person is pretty damn awesome.
Lots of (platonic) love,
Kairi
Dear Kairi,
Since when did you look at notices and letters on my desk? No, honestly, I'm confused here. Never figured you to be so nosy (here I back away slowly because I'm unsure if you actually have the connections to donate my body to some wannabe doctors)! Things are going well over here, yeah, thanks for asking. My job? Oh, well, it's just damn perky. I swear, if I hear one more news reporter going on about my horrible jump shot during last week's Blitzball game, I am going to go ballistic. And homicidal. And then you'll shun me at my own funeral because I doubt people will allow me to write when I'm doing hard time.
Anyway, let's move on to the dreaded "don't touch it, it bites!" subject. After moping about for a few days (and performing a horrible jump shot that I still do not hear the end of to this day, damn it!) I realized that I was moping for the loss of a girlfriend and not the loss of you. I mean, yes, I miss you, but the reason I was so sore about the actual breakup was, because I didn't want someone who was supposed to like me, leave me. I missed having a girlfriend, but I wasn't really hurt that you didn't want to continue the relationship.
Do you understand? I'm not making much sense right now, but... regardless, the ending of the story is basically: yes, I entirely concede to your point. And am absolutely fine with it. Now.
Back to the point I had started with in this email – since when you do go around snooping in my mail? I'd like to say I'm offended and feel violated, but, well, I don't, and to be frank, I haven't felt violated ever since that mall fiasco with Selphie and the mini skirt and the purple gel-pen.
So, going back to the 'back to the point' conversation I just started. If I were a normal person, I'd wave aside your threats and happily continue on, totally ignorant.
I'm not and, luckily for me and my survival rate, I know better. And I also know, given time and an apple martini, you could come up with many more fates for me that will make me bite my lip, cringe, and back away like a wounded animal.
So, damning you to any hell that may exist (see, still thinking of you constantly), I reluctantly sent back a positive reply for the reunion.
The damning part should stop any day now, but you know how these things go...blah. This reunion thing is not going to go well at all. Not even kidding. Have I ever told you how I was when I went there? Ugh, I don't think I would have wanted to be my own friend back then. And my roommates? Yeah, well, we all hated each other's guts. How's that for some "catching up"? And it's for a week. What freak school makes you come back after five years for a week?
I hate that school.
Waiting-to-be-hit-by-a-lightning-bolt-because-even-that-would-be-better-than-this,
Sora (with even more platonic love)
There will be slash, shounen-ai, yaoi, boyxboy, whatever you want to call it. RikuSora, LeonCloud, and probabllllllllllyyy WakkaTidus. If they ever appear. And no... I kind of don't want to hear about how much you hate one pairing or how you dislike boylove.
Thanks for stopping by! Please read the author's note at the top if you skipped over it earlier.
ii