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Naked

By: BoyOrgy

I once thought I had it all. The looks, the popularity, the smarts…you know that ideal package. Until another little ideal package came to school who just happened to be a whole lot better than me. And it was over, all that I thought I had. And here I was now, trademark smile on my face this time trying to charm the customers into buying overpriced chocolate rather than entice the entire school to do my bidding. Yes, I was once that almighty and powerful.

Wistfully I sigh as another stepford wife nasally orders her one truffle for twenty five dollars. Wrapping it delicately in gold leaf I put it in a box and place it in a bag stuffed with pink tissue paper. All for one fucking chardonnay chocolate made very carelessly by the cook, Cid, whom I don't even think the customers realized made the damn things or else they wouldn't be shopping here. Instead, if they needed a poster boy for chef, Cid would kick Leon out cursing and he would stand around a bit commenting on raspberry this and vanilla that and we'd get a lot of money. Had to hand it to Cid, he knew how to deceive the people for sure.

"That will be 25.50" I brightly state, cynical thoughts buried beneath my often quoted as "angelic and innocent" face.

The women smiled queenly down upon me, reaching into her leather white bag and opening a diamond encrusted wallet to release a 100 dollar bill. She chuckled as if she was ashamed by the large amount.

"I hope you have change" she joked to me, thinking I was in the whole rich inner circle gig where I guess they laughed about how ridiculously rich they were.

Little did she know that I was not at all in any such inner circle, but I smiled as if I knew exactly what she was talking about and tossed her back her 74 dollars and 50 cents as if it meant nothing to me.

"Ah, for such a cutey why don't you just keep the change?" she beamed at me.

Oh wow, a good deed done my friend. I smiled again, graciously accepting it and tucking it into the belt loop of my pricey belt. I owned no such belt, nor did I own any of the clothes which moulded comfortably around my body. It was the uniform that I wore now and that I would take off at the end of the day to return to my own tent like rags. Not that I was by any means poor but the way the black dress slacks clung to me made me uncomfortable and the crimson button down was entirely too adult. I preferred my yellow clown shoes and shorts thank you very much. I preferred to cling to whatever scrap of childhood still remained with me.

Sighing, I leaned on the counter and propped my head up in my palm, blowing a strand of my spastic brown hair up and out of my eyes. Up, down, up, down.

"Having fun there?"

"Get your elbow off the counter"

I blinked, the synchronous voices blending my confusion. First, deal with the insult I instructed myself and turned to the door. Then promptly turned away…I'd deal with the insulter later. Next, the order. Leon was at the door staring at the small smear my elbow had left on the immaculate glass counter. Smiling just the littlest of a bit, I retrieved the windex from under the sink and skilfully rubbed my mark away with a towel. Leon raised an eyebrow to the door.

"Deal with the customer, then, lock up" and Leon left.

Yes, definitely one for words that Leon was. I turned and very painfully kept my smile in place.

"Yes, what can I help you with today?" I ground out, digging my nails deeply into my palms away from the customers sight.

It would be to rude to openly say I hated him, so I stuck to subdued body language and even that didn't seem to get my message across.

"Well well Sora, nice little set up you got yourself here, plenty of candy to fill that cute little belly of yours up isn't there?" he deftly reached over the counter and poked my belly and withdrew laughing.

"Oo, a little bit tense aren't we?" he smiled, remarking on clenched fists.

"Enough with the rhetorical questions Riku, mind moving your very capable mind forward and making an order, though I don't see why you would need the chocolate seeing as you get literally tons of it everyday from the school" I said smoothly, forcing my nails to recede from their painful embrace with my palm.

"Tsk tsk little one, such a dirty mouth you have, you might have to wash it out with soap" Riku murmured, bending over the counter and pressing his index finger onto my tense lips, breath ghosting along my cheek.

"Riku, please make an order and leave Sora alone" Leon called from the kitchen door, slate eyes not responding in the slightest to my gaze of pure and utter adoration.

"Leonhart works here too, figured, you being the two has beens and all" Riku chuckled, retracting from his previous position.

I sighed gratefully.

"Not all of us are as lucky as you are Riku, say hi to your brother for me" Leon commanded and Riku looking sour turned away knowing that if he withheld one scrap of information from his brother, Cloud, he was in for it.

"Oh yeah, say hi from me too!" I chirped, excited at the mention of the spiky haired blond who was most unfortunately related to the prick before me.

"Whatever" he spat "I'll have two raspberries".

"Of course" I sang happily, if only to make him get out faster.

Wrapping them up hastily with an extra pink bow to attract the attention of every crazy stalker he had, I handed it to him.

"That'll be 50 please"

He glared at the four bows.

"I won't pay until you change the bows"

"Oh, I'm sorry I just thought you would want your whole raving mad fanbase questioning you about your new love"

"Ribbons.off.now." he bit out, the bill precariously held between his two fingers.

Pouting a little in only the way I can I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"But, really, shouldn't you proclaim your love openly or are you really a cheating scumbag like everyone believes you to be"

He snorted.

"Sora, I don't react to that at all, so just take off the goddamn bows before I get your boss"

Narrowing my eyes beneath my false façade of modesty, I swing onto the counter top; encircle my arms loosely around Riku's slender waist and stared up at him blankly, carefully not focusing or else I would see those eyes which had already caused me so much pain. His fingers dropped the money in shock and with a shout of glee I caught it in the air.

"Yes!" I did a dorky little victory dance, stuffed the bag into Riku's still stunned hands and hopped back over the counter.

"Have a nice day and I hope you come back to Naked, the best chocolate shop in town!" I practically yelled and scurried into the kitchen, not missing Leon's quizzical raised brow.

"Sora, what the fuck did you do to our customer" Cid growled, roughly chewing on an already wet and stained cigarette end.

Cringing in disgust, I sidled away.

"Uh, nothing, just" I poked my head out to wear Riku was still clutching the bag in his arms, eyes hidden beneath a sheet of silver "uh…he's just sore cause he lost to me again!" I stuck my tongue out for good measure and picked up my normal clothes from the cubby hole in the corner.

"Yeah, well get him the fuck out of my store" Cid ordered, to which I responded with a muffled

"Make Leon do it!" as I pulled on my Mickey mouse shirt which was just a little bit to small from years of being lovingly worn, stained, and washed.

Tugging at the hem which rode a little bit too far up on my stomach, I sighed and forgot about it heading back into the kitchen.

"I got rid of Hikara, so you get to mop" Leon shoved the mop onto my chest and marched away.

Unlike me, Leon didn't have to change into uniform considering his normal, so called "casual outfit" was a pair of stylish leathers and white button down. Childishly I stomped my way into the dimly lit store and started to mop the already gleaming floors of marble.

"Hey kid, I left the keys on the baking table, lock up for me, you do any funny business, you fucking die" Cid barked and slammed his way out the back door too.

Wonderful. Trying to stop the inevitable I began to hum under my breath, a tuneless tune and not loud enough to block the pressing silence from screaming at my ears. Picking up volume, I started to mouth the words to a poppy song I heard on the radio earlier that day, and still no avail, the silence was prevailing. Biting my lip for an instant and hating the screams of the past I belted out the lyrics to my current favourite song. And it was poppy, and way to happy and girly and pink but the silence stopped its evil reminiscing ways and I started to smile as I danced with the mop.

At 7 o'clock I closed shop, securely locking the doors and finally making my silent way out of the back door into the much less glamorous side of the mall. Raising an eyebrow at a piece of rather intimidating looking trash that was skimming the pavement, I shoved my hands into my pockets and headed too the sidewalk that led to my lovely home. Party goers were just emerging from their dwellings like gossamer moths, their seductive wings primped and glimmering in the phosphorent lights that all but captured the scene of clubbing and raves and argh.

I clutched at my head in annoyance, dragging my fingers through the threads of hair glue that remained, trying to pull away the all too tempting thoughts of joining that glimmering crowd of love, drugs, and sex. Shivering, I yanked my jacket closer and steered away from a man that held out his hand in invitation. The club scene pattered out, the thick rhythm of bass no longer accompanying my feet on their lonely slap against the glass sprinkled sidewalk. We were walking into my district, my feet and I, where the few streetlamps not broken swung drunken orange ovals across the pavement, occasionally illuminating the faces of leering men, amber bottles clasped in their hands that stained dark onto dark ground.

I turned away, concentrating rather on the eerie sound of metal grinding against rust coming from the abandoned children's park. There two guys played…about my age, at least one of them was as he swung happily standing in an iron swing, his laughter kissing the sides of the corrugated iron and calling to me. Well, I had to go through the park anyway. Tensing my body to look big I swiftly turned off the sidewalk and onto the path into the park. Their laughter did not stop as I hurried on by nor did their play. I pouted, scolding myself for even the hope of perception.

"Hey there little girly" called a slurred voice from over my shoulder.

Hope still tapping its wicked beat, I whipped around to face one of those leering faces I tried so hard to avoid.

"Come with me, I can show you a good--" he trailed off on the overused pickup line, vomiting into the skeleton of a bush.

Cringing, I turned to leave when his beer bottle came up to meet the side of my face with one fell slash. Well, that had certainly not been expected was my lost coherent thought.

And when I say coherent thought I really mean that, because after that I had many, many, incoherent thoughts. Something about crayola and diamonds that liked the colour green, no ember, or jade? And pink elephants, and bumblebees that sang honey and a dirt Mohawk? And so the colourful darkness continued.

I woke up in a hospital, gauze taped to my cheek and a thin sheet that barely covered me. It was warmer than most though. I snuggled deeper.

"Oh, wonderful, sleeping beauty's awake, now could you please check yourself out so we can get another patient in?" the nurse asked roughly, looking at her stuffed clipboard angrily.

"Uh, yeah, of course, umm, what time is it?"

"Well, what was yesterday?" came a slightly nasal voice from the door.

"Uh, Friday, why?"

"Well, it's the next morning then" that same voice chuckled and slid into the light.

So diamonds really did like green…no, jade for sure. I gazed up at the man mythed at the way the small black diamond tattoos made him safe and dangerous; and the way his flaming red hair fanned out behind him like ripped feathers. A night moth, that's what this one was.

Somewhere the nurse muttered

"Oh wonderful, the freaks are here" and she left.

A moment later a second shadow melded into the light, this one just plain incoherent thought jumbled together into a person. A bright lime green sweater patterned with hideous neon pink triangles that hung unattractively on brown plaid corduroys with mustard yellow moccasins. His hair was a mess more than a Mohawk, a decision of frenzied hands with hair glue and uncooperative hair to bunch up into a thing at the top of his head, much left behind. Mullethawk, it had to be done at least once.

"Uh?" I blinked and a packet of saltines hurtled into my face.

I flinched.

"Oh, Axel-poo you'll hurt him, can't you see he's hurt?" the clashing one cooed, running to my side and petting my head muttering something about angry red porcupines.

The night moth, whom I supposed was said Axel, shifted, the numerous chains haunting his waist clinking as he did so.

"I didn't realize from the fact we were in a hospital, Demyx" Axel arched a brow.

Demyx stuck his tongue out childishly, returning to me with a warm smile.

"Ignore Mr.Porcupine; he's just scared of hospitals" Demyx assured petting my head while spastically trying to stuff my mouth with crackers.

"I am not!" Axel shouted indignant.

"What are you too man enough to have a flaw?" inserted a soft voice.

I perked up, spewing cracker fragments as I yelled

"MphRoxach!"

Demyx eyed the spat food oddly, hitting then quickly backing away.

"Ewww" he muttered.

It made me eternally gratefully to see my brothers pissed off at the world face. Leaping from the bed I clung to Roxas, Demyx imitating me and falling loudly to the ground with a groan of a dying opera singer.

"Yeah yeah Sora, I came to get you" Roxas patted my head as I nuzzled my false teary face into his chest.

"Okay, enough with the dramatics we have chores to do" pulling away with a brilliant smile, I went off in for the angry nurse with the clipboard.

Meanwhile…

"Do you want to die?"

"What's wrong with dramatics?"

"Yes, and its bad for your soul" Roxas stated looking at neither of them.

Axel considered, Demyx corkscrewed his face as he analyzed.

"My names Axel, got it memori-"

"I LOVE YOU!"

"zed." Axel finished with a spiteful glare in Demyx's direction.

Demyx however, ignored this ruination of Axel's trademark line and once again imitated Sora's joyous this time connecting with Roxas's slight frame, dragging Axel down too by his outstretched hand.

"Um…" I asked none too brightly.

But really there was no need to be bright in said situation, it was just too dumb. With Demyx affectionately snuggling Roxas from underneath him, arms encircled tightly around his waist and Axel straddling from above, hand oddly splayed across Roxas's heaving chest.

I simply smiled a tad bit manically and toed the doorway.

"I'll be going now…"

"No!" were the twin shouts of Axel and Roxas as I shot away.

"Sorry friends but work calls!" I apologized speeding far far away from the situation.

I arrived at the back of work tired, sweaty, and the gauze peeling off damp from blood or sweat or both.

"Sora?" I lifted my head from the exhausted crouched position I held on the back step.

"Riku?"

It was totally accidental. I was completely dazed from the entire preceding events of Axel, Demyx and threesomes and wasn't the backdoor a safe haven from rich bastards like Riku? Either way, there was no room to actively tell myself to avoid his eyes. But it didn't matter because or eyes met and that was that.

"Come on Sora" Riku said softly extending his hand.

I accepted, mind calm but for the thought that for a rich boy his hands sure were calloused. Cid and Leon weren't there but that wasn't the point of I didn't care because I had seen those eyes. Oh god had I seen them and they were the same as if it were yesterday. He hadn't grown younger and I certainly hadn't grown any older.

"Up ya go" Riku hoisted me onto the counter and my eyes followed him as he searched for a first aid kit.

"How did you get it?" he asked, rummaging through the mess of bandages and cream.

"Ran into something"

"Idiot" he whispered.

Silently he bandaged my cheek and silently I watched him, familiarity seeping dangerously hot into my stomach.

"Riku" I breathed and he flinched as if in pain.

"Get to work" Leon's ordered suddenly albeit softly.

From a trance I emerged falling gracelessly to the ground. Riku's feet walked away and disappeared from my sideways view. So skewed…

"Sora, come on" Leon gently lifted me up, pity and understanding edging onto his face.

I shrugged him off, giggling as I picked up my uniform.

"Never knew you were such a softy" I teased as I left out front.

The day dragged and I wondered idly what happened to the strange people I had met as the clock passed 5.

"Sora"

"Sora!"

"That's your name?"

"Bubbles!"

Four voices chorused at once. Shit…