Tainted Impulse
By
Kairi-ness
Inspired by nothing, really. Please read and review, criticism is accepted. I could care less.
Rated: T (for language, dramatic themes, etc.)
DisclaimerThis fic is not by Square Enix, the true owners of Kingdom Hearts. I own nothing.
Not even this stupid, old computer that I use to display this story
Reminisce
--the beginning--
0o1.
Welcome to Twilight Town. Its such a lovely, picturesque sight of a town. A town where the most beautiful sunsets were, and the famous clock tower stood above the hills of Sunset Hill.
Well, its all in your perspective.
Hate it or love it--it was a town not too far away.
Near the train station, you'd find that one could travel all the way to Traverse Town, or even to Destiny Islands.
However, on this chilly month of December, you wouldn't find the train tracks making their usual route noises coming from Destiny Islands or even whatever town you came from. No, this time, boarding the train from Radiant Garden was a princess instead.
But this isn't the story about the princess, oh don't get me wrong. But rather the story of him.
It was his life that she entered.
The life she changed.
"Naminé, put down that sketchbook and get on the stage. Now!" came the shrill command of Ms. Tenshi.
The blond fifteen-year-old beauty's long black eyelashes fluttered quickly as she looked up at her gorgeous mother. Her name was Naminé Tenshi. Daughter of the executive director of the Kanegoto dance company, otherwise known as the mean lady with yellow extensions and formally titled as Miss Twilight Town. Right now, Ms. Tenshi served as the dance instructor for the Kanegoto Theatre of the Arts.
One word: ballet.
Naminé could only set her drawing of the magnificent display of ballet dancers (for she was a splendid artist) and climbed up the side steps up to the stage, taking her place right in the center of the group.
As a daughter of Ms. Tenshi, it meant you had to be in the spotlight. Even if you weren't the type of girl who wanted to be someone noticed.
Naminé was a quiet, thoughtful young ballerina who despised being the center of attention. Unlike her mother, who adored glamour and fame…she wanted nothing more than to daydream rather than practice endless hours becoming a more perfect dancer.
Fuu Sunnari rolled her eyes at the blond beauty, "Look who decided to show up and make everyone bow down to her graciousness."
Naminé was used to this type of treatment from the other ballerinas. They envied--no hated her completely for being the most well-treated teen dancer. But the girl wasn't the one to brag, was she? After all, she was trained by Master Kanegoto's best ballet teacher, Miss Gainsborough. She was just as talented and she damn right deserved her position.
"Alright, lets take it from the top, shall we ladies? Olette, start the music," Ms. Tenshi ordered, indicating to a skinny brunette wearing orange. "Now, 5-6-7-8 and Yuna please try your best to work on your posture. We don't want the Kanegoto Theatre to look like a flamingo was let loose. Again."
Fuu giggled, "Yuna can't dance ballet even if she tried." The dancers all pointed their pink-slippered feet in the west direction in unison as Yuffie agreed.
"All she's ever good for is kissing up to Squall's ass."
Naminé bit back the urge to turn around and attack both Fuu and Yuffie. Out of all of the Kanegoto ballerinas, these two were the most boastful and annoying girls that seemed to try and get attention from leaders in order to look good. They were just sly, jealous bitches.
"Omigod, especially Naminé," Fuu's voice echoed through the blonde's ears. "She's the little Tenshi's bitch."
And Naminé could hear the horrific sounds of giggles that rang through the stage, coming from not only Fuu and Yuffie; but the entire group of dancers.
Yuna's two-colored eyes found Naminé's in a sympathetic way as if to say "I'm sorry they're so mean to you more than they are to me".
"I said to stop giggling this instant!" Ms. Tenshi shouted, only to have silence follow her loud cry. Naminé dared not to cry.
Who was Fuu and the others to think that she was so low? She had pride, and she wouldn't let them see the tears fall. She couldn't.
"Ms. Tenshi, it's already 3 o'clock. Shouldn't the ballerinas take a break?" Olette questioned (although, she really needed a break herself).
The tall, yellow-haired woman with the same nose and lips as her daughter only sighed heavily.
"Fine, fine. I'm tired of having to deal with these wannabe ballerinas. How on earth am I supposed to choreograph Kanegoto's play when I have to play mother with these useless brats…" and the woman continued to go on and on, and on.
Naminé wiped the sweat off her small face and hopped off the stage, not even following the other group of ballerinas who were packing up their dance bags or getting a drink of water.
The girl in orange, known as Olette came up to her and smiled a toothy grin.
"Hey, don't let Fuu and the others get to ya. They're only jealous because Master Kanegoto chose you to be the Angel this year." she cooed.
The 'Angel' was one of the leading roles in the play for a young ballerina like herself to be given the opportunity. It wasn't counting the other actors for the upcoming Christmas play.
The Kanegoto theatre had yet to find out who'd be well enough for the part as the Snow Princess.
Naminé returned the smile, "I know. Thanks for…you know…dealing with my mother."
Olette opened her mouth, about to reply, but was surprised by being pulled into a deep bear hug.
"Hayner! What are you doing here?" Olette took in the sweet scent of cologne of her boyfriend.
"Roxas said you were working over here at his uncle's theatre so I wanted to check up on my beautiful intern-girlfriend." Hayner explained, lovingly.
God. You couldn't help but admire how cute they looked together.
"Where is that punk nowadays? We haven't hanged out at the Usual Spot since Thanksgiving…" Olette pouted, oblivious to the fact that the blond ballerina was eavesdropping.
If it had to do with Master Kanegoto's nephew, then it might be something interesting. Right?
"Oh, probably with Axel or Sora. I hear Sora's back from France already, so I'm sure all the girls will be lining up to flirt with him." Hayner grumbled, snaking a hand over to Olette's waist.
Ah, Sora.
Or better known as Sora Kanegoto, the son of Master Kanegoto himself who was the richest man in Twilight Town.
Sora was Roxas's not-too-close-but-yeah cousin and boy was he the more outgoing one out of the two boys. Gravity-defying chocolate spikes, only the finest clothing adorned him, and he always had those electrifying sapphire-colored eyes that made the girls melt.
Besides Olette and Naminé of course. Okay, it was such a lie. Any girl would fall for the charming, "super-hot-almost-eighteen-year-old" teen. Naminé herself had a small fascination for Sora, but it quickly faded once she realized he was, in fact, a player.
Hey, maybe he got his "flirting skills" from his best friend Riku?
Riku was known as the hottest senior at St. Twilight's Academy. Eh, but Riku's not too important now.
As if by fate, the doors of the front entrance of the auditorium swung open and chocolate spikes, blue eyes, and wearing nothing but black shorts and a red sweater jacket --was none other than Sora Kanegoto.
Rikku squealed, "Hey look, its Sora!"
Hayner sighed, fuck, Kanegoto just had to ruin everything. Olette seemed to be in a frenzy.
Ah, well.
"HAAYYY SORA!" Fuu waved, the other girls giggled as they circled around the teenage boy.
"Not now, ladies," he pretended to look elsewhere, then he spotted his target,
"Ms. Tenshi. I need to speak with you, now!"
Naminé looked over at her picture perfect mother and sort of felt a tad bit sorry. Sora didn't seem to be in such a good mood.
"Why, yes? Mr. Kanegoto, how are you and your father, darling?" Ms. Tenshi purred, draping her red cropped jacket over her shoulders.
Her pretty nose directed at the handsome, young man.
"Enough cheap talk, Ms. Tenshi. I come back from fucking France to find out my father put me in your damn play! Do you think I'm doing fine?" Sora shouted.
Everybody dared not to stay and listen to the fiery son of Master Kanegoto, and the ballerinas hurried to scramble up their belongings and leave the auditorium.
"Sora is so hot when he's mad." Paine sighed dreamily.
Yuffie nodded excitedly, "I think he's hot 24/7."
More giggles were heard. Ew, how pathetic.
Ms. Tenshi seemed not too impatient with Sora's behavior as she wiped the little chip off of her freshly manicured nails. Sora could be a spoiled brat sometimes.
"May I ask why you'd decline such an offer? You will, in fact, get the leading male role as the key bearer. Your father said it will be a good opportunity for you to, um, calm down your inner self. Besides, he did let me in on your little extravagant trip to France. Paying $50,000 dollars for a night in Paris, partying day and night--"
Sora cut her off in a sharp tone, "That's none of your business. My father doesn't care if I'm alive or dead, and all he does is make me apart of your damn ballet? I can't believe this!" His hand scratched the side of his brown spikes, and his face seemed to be filled with hatred and frustration.
Naminé didn't like the tone of voice he was putting up against her mother. It wasn't Ms. Tenshi's fault that he had to do be apart of something he didn't want!
She set her dance bag's strap against her shoulder, almost collapsing against the weight,
"I'll see you later, Olette."
"Oh? Yeah, later, Nam." Olette mumbled, just breaking apart from her long--yet oh-so-passionate kiss from her boyfriend.
The blond would almost puke if she had to.
"Is there a problem?" she butted in on her mother and Sora's conversation innocently.
Sora's eyebrow raised in annoyance. But who could be mad at such a simple girl?
Sora Kanegoto.
That's who.
"Ah, Nammie! Why don't you tell Master Kanegoto's son what a lovely play we will be performing this holiday season, honey?" Ms. Tenshi practically begged.
"Um, if you get the leading role…everybody will get to see you act?" Naminé suggested, scratching the side of her blond strand of hair.
Sora felt like smacking the Tenshi women, "This is pathetic. I don't have to perform in this fucking play if I don't fucking want to. Got that?" the spiky-headed boy emphasized his favorite cuss word.
Naminé felt like slapping him for being so rude.
"Well deal with it!" the words slipped out of her mouth in defiance. She quickly covered her mouth feeling ashamed at her own display of rudeness towards him.
When you made Sora Kanegoto mad, you made him very, very mad.
No exception for being a pretty little sweetheart like Naminé.
"What did you say to me?" he questioned, daring to know the girl's reply.
It was as if her whole heart was frozen.
Oh shit, oh shit. This wasn't good. He was a Kanegoto. The only Kanegoto son.
Heir to the marvelous fortune that all the sucker-ups wanted to kiss up to, Master Kanegoto himself.
He was not only the richest teenager in Twilight Town. He had power.
Power to fire her mother from her job, to kick off her own little pretty ballerina-self and let Fuu be the damn, fucking star of the show. Power.
"I…I said to-oh just deal with it, god damn it! You shouldn't be yelling at my mother who doesn't want to put up with you as much as you don't want to put up with your sick little ass. So why don't you go complain to your father?"
Big mistake. No, wait. It was a huge mistake.
"Naminé, please just go wait in the car. I think I can handle Master Kanegoto's son myself." Ms. Tenshi pleaded.
Naminé nodded her head, agreeing to every word her mother had said. For once she listened and stepped away from the conversation.
And she could feel the cold death glare coming from Sora Kanegoto as she exited the building.
He wouldn't let this slip.
She knew him all too well.
St. Twilight's Academy was one highly classed and well respected school throughout the district of Twilight Town.
It was the one property that the Kanegoto name did not own. But hell, someday soon they would (counting in all those "anonymous" sums of donations given throughout the year).
To Sora, St. Twilight's was just another place to get away from everything.
Well everything, meaning his awful father.
Everybody just called him Master Kanegoto, and he never ever mentioned 'daddy' to the man once in his life.
Eh, he didn't give a shit. A n y m o r e.
The sound of the automatic windows going up and down made the driver pissed.
He knew Mr. Driver Whats-his-face couldn't do anything about it.
Sora would play with his father's car door windows as he pleased; which was to press the automatic button making the window go up and down.
Up and down
"Master Sora," Mr. Driver Whats-his-face announced dully. "St. Twilight's is just a few blocks away, sir."
Sora nodded, attempting to look ready to be dropped off at his private high school where everybody's attention would be focused on him (for some [obvious reason).
Oh, and he was the only one in the school who didn't wear the itchy and ridiculous blue, white, and black uniform.
So there was perks in being a son of a Kanegoto. Wasn't there?
Up and Down
He almost smirked when he realized the driver was still irritated at the sound of the car window still going.
Ha, sucks for him.
And just as the car was about to turn on Hills Lane, the teenage boy yelled aloud,
"Stop the car, now!"
A screeching sound emerged from the car, probably disturbing anybody who was walking out on the sidewalks. Some birds flew away from the trees, scared by the startling sound that the big, black limousine made.
Besides the birds, there was someone else who was disturbed.
And Sora almost laughed out loud when he realized who it was,
"Hi, Roxie!"
"Oh shit, why are you freaking everywhere!?" came a familiar voice.
There stood wearing his ugly St. Twilight's uniform stood on a black skateboard was a sapphire-eyed boy with blond, strawberry hair that seemed to be ruffled up about a million times.
It was none other than Sora's cousin:
Roxas Herutsu.
Probably the only person Sora was ever nice to. Well, besides his best friends of course.
Roxas was hardcore, and one piece of shit when it came to skateboarding.
"Get in, douche bag." Sora ordered, unlocking the car door so his cousin could 'get in'.
The blond boy sighed, picked up his board, and jumped into the big, black limo.
When the car door shut, Roxas looked around the limo to find his cousin already seated comfortably and text messaging away on his Sidekick 3.
"So…I hear your dad is making you do the theatre's play?" Roxas asked curiously, playing with his thumbs out of an old habit.
Sora sighed boringly, "Yup. And there's nothing I can do about it. Fuck, I go to France for a little while forgetting to tell my stupid father and this is how he punishes me! Making me do some shitty, little ballet-musical crap. Why the hell are you laughing?"
"Because. When do you ever forget? I'm serious, I told you not to go in the first place. Your dad actually does care about where you spend his money, you know." Roxas replied calmly, trying to conceal his laughter.
Sora crossed his arms, uncertain on whether or not to curse his cousin out again.
He knew well (with a passion) that the two weren't on very close grounds ever since Sora's mother's death. He just had to mend their broken past, and if Roxas would be an ass about it, so would he.
"Look if I'm doing this, you're going down with me too."
Roxas scratched the back of his ruffled blond hair, too discombobulated to even reply soon enough.
"Besides, I thought you were into that Tenshi dancer-girl. Perfect opportunity for you to flatter her." Sora added, then dove back into text messaging like crazy on his phone.
Okay, Roxas had to admit. He did have a small, tiny, inside crush/obsession for Naminé Tenshi.
It started a while back when his uncle hired former Miss Twilight Town to be an executive director for all the upcoming theatre work in his auditorium. Back then, Naminé was only thirteen and tagged alongside her mother with her little braid swung to the side of her neck.
And the boy fell in love.
Roxas fell hard.
He had never felt so sappy over one blond chick.
And now Sora knew. Was he that obvious?
"Screw you," he spat, unable to control his temper. When Roxas was pissed, well, he was pissed. That was something Sora and him did have in common. Maybe it ran in their genes?
"I'm not just some nobody that does whatever the fuck you want! Why don't you go and ask one of those followers of yours to do all your shit?"
"Fine. Maybe Riku can woo-hoo Naminé, be my guest…" Sora carelessly threatened.
Roxas started to verbally attack Sora with ongoing cuss words. They were very, very harsh words.
All Sora could do was look out his window and just stare at the passing by hills and neighborhood of their damn, pretty town.
And then it happened.
It was like she was meant to be there.
As if she was perfect, the most perfect creature he had ever laid his eyes on.
He w a s mesmerized.
Rosewood, flowing hair.
Buttoned up cream blouse.
Blue, hemmed school-girl skirt.
Knee-high socks.
Slender, petite b o d y.
Who was she?
A goddess sent up from above?
His eyes never left the female walking slowly, but graciously down the sidewalk up to St. Twilight's Academy. He knew, by the colors of her uniform, she would be a student there too.
The car quickly sped up, and as if the girl could feel him watching her in awe herself, she turned a dainty head and there they were…
Sapphire eyes meeting violet blues.
He saw her face, so beautiful--yet so, so troubled looking. And Sora knew, right then and there, as he was carried off in his father's limo, passing the beautiful young woman, that she saw him too.
"We've arrived at the Academy, Master Kanegoto, and Master Herutsu." The driver finally claimed.
Like I've said, Welcome to Twilight Town.
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End of chapter 1
Author's Spit:
Well that's the beginning. Please review if you want me to continue. Inspiration is always needed. Thanks, babes.