Author: Sora788
Rating: T (mild langauge)
Summary: Riku hates his brothers and tries to get the girl of his dreams, but all goes wrong.
Type: OOC/AU Crossings: Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy Vii Advent Children
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line. )
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Definition of Paroxysm:
--Noun--
1.any sudden, violent outburst; a fit of violent action or emotion
2. a sudden uncontrollable attack
Paroxysm
Chapter 1: My Brothers
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Stupid, damn, crappy…
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Imbecile, cretin, foolish…
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"Stop doing that moron!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and hid beneath the teal covers. I shut my eyes real tight and took a deep breath. My dumb brother continued to bang on my wall. Unfortunately for me, the wall beside me was joined with his room.
"I said stop it!"
For a moment, it was quiet. Finally, peace and serenity, but then I heard the faint sounds of rushing footsteps come to my door. Damn.
Click.
I heard the door unlock and flung open with a big bang. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse…
"Get up Big Brother! You will be late for school!" Yazoo's voice said anxiously. I could hear him coming closer to me, oh no, please don't.
He grabbed onto my arm and jerked me into a sitting position. God, I will kill him for touching me. This is not cool. He looked at me with his identical aquamarine eyes and smiled nervously. "You are going to be late". Meet brother Number 4.
"I don't want to go." I don't mean to whine, but going to college everyday with my dumb brothers is a pain. Everyday the same thing goes on and they embarrass the hell out of me too. Sometimes I wish I would die in my sleep just to get rid of the humiliation.
Yazoo chuckled softly, "No, you have to. C'mon." Saying that, he released me and got out of my room. Before he got too far away, I bellowed, "Don't ever touch me again, or come in my room!"
"Calm down Big Brother…" He answered back as he strolled down the stairs.
"Stop freaking calling me Big Brother! I have a name and it's Riku, so use it!!!" I hate being called "Big Brother". It sounds so dumb and it reminds me that I have three stupid idiots for brothers. Why me?
I glanced at my watch, it was forty minutes past seven. I have five minutes to get ready, then five minutes for breakfast, and a ten minutes drive to get there by eight o'clock sharp. That left no minutes to linger around the hallways or campus. Damn, Yazoo was right. I was going to be late. Well, maybe not but I wanted to have some time left over do certain things. Oh well…
Slipping into some random graphic shirt and baggy jeans, I ran a brush through my long silver hair and quickly brushed my teeth. I splashed some water on my face, and then ran out the bathroom and into the kitchen.
My two other brothers stood by the counter eating cereal or something. Loz, a cry baby and brother Number 5, was busy bickering with Kadaj, the cruel, controlling freak and brother Number 3. It was like looking in a mirror, we all look so much a like. All of us possessed silver hair, blue-green eyes, and a fair complexion. There has to be some mistake. I am not related to these people.
Well, I don't know what the hell they were arguing about, but when they saw me standing in front of them, they forgot what they were mad about and exclaimed in unison, "Good morning Big Brother!"
Oh…my…God…I think I'm about to explode my guts out.
"Stop calling me that. Call me Riku!" I tried not to yell at them, only because if I did yell like I did with Yazoo, Loz would break down in sobs. I think he is emotionally instable and I keep forgetting to call a psychologist to help him out. That's why he's an embarrassment to me and to mankind, he cries for every damn thing that happens. But, what baffles me is that he would have no problem fighting others, he's violent inside. He's not afraid to fight back or hurt someone, but when it comes to his brother (especially me) he gets emo-tional.
Kadaj is the one who always likes telling others what to do, but since I am older than him, he listens to what I say. It's nice being the one who has the control. If I yelled, he'd get mad at himself for me yelling at him. Good.
But no matter what I do or say, they all refuse to call me Riku. I hate it. It's like they don't understand anything. Another thing, they all fuss about the same damn thing over and over and over and over and over. I bet it's going to spill out any moment now…
Yazoo was busy making scrambled eggs and French toast over the stove. I think that's for me, but I really, really hope it isn't. I don't like eggs, or French toast, or Yazoo's cooking. I noticed he wore a black and white checkered apron around his waist, I am afraid to ask why he's even wearing that thing, even though I may already know the answer.
I took a seat at the vacant kitchen table and gazed at the three idiots in front of me. I just know it's coming, any moment now…
"I miss Mother." Yazoo said softly as he dumped the eggs onto a plate.
Oh…my…God…I want to plunge Yazoo's head in the sizzling oil that swam in the frying pan right now just for saying that.
There it was, this 'Mother' crap. Every damn day, one of them has to mention Mother. She doesn't exist, she's dead, gone, not here, nowhere, someplace else, and I don't even care. These three idiots are obsessed with finding our so called 'Mother' and they won't shut up about it.
"Mother doesn't exist." I said aloud. There I said it. What now!!? The moment those words came out of my mouth, Loz, Kadaj, and Yazoo shot mean glances at me.
"Don't talk like that about Mother!" Kadaj roared angrily, his eyes bore deeply into mine as if trying to use laser rays to kill me for saying that.
"You meanie!", Loz cried out, trying to refrain a sob or two. He looked back down at his empty cereal bowl and took deep breathes, trying to calm down.
"I will not have you talk to Mother that way!" Yazoo fought back; he hated it when I talked like that.
I couldn't restrain myself, "But it's true!!! She isn't here. I don't care about Mother." What mother did we have? We were just four college students living in a place called Midgar all by ourselves in this shabby, rundown condo. We don't need this 'Mother'. Our mother probably abandoned us when she saw what freaks she gave birth to. I think that she forgot to take me along with her when she ditched us because clearly, I am the brightest out of this bunch, who would want to leave me anyhow?
Yazoo walked over to me, I think he was going to spill everything on my head, but he didn't, instead he placed the hot plate in front of me and smiled. "I hope you like it."
I stared at what was before me: undercooked eyes with the yellow yolk slithering around and soggy French toast. Yum…EW…
"Thanks", I muttered under my breath. I am going to throw up because this looks like as if somebody already ate this and regurgitated it back out for me to eat.
Hurriedly, I rushed out of the house before anyone else. Gosh, they're not mentally slow but physically as well. I leaned against my dark blue 1958 Chevrolet coupe, who I call Faith. I had her since high school. We have gone through about everything together: good, bad, and extreme. From my first driver's test to my first traffic ticket Every time I'm sad or feeling low, I would ride in her around good old Midgar. I'd cry, laugh, and practically live in this car. You may think it's absurd, but that's fine with me. I doubt that I will ever depart with her, ever.
The keys dangled around my finger while I waited for the three weirdoes to hurry up. My eyes darted around our condo. Damn, it's so messed up. A few window shutters were dangling in the breeze, swaying lifelessly. The crème paint had chipped off a lot and the red front door was peeling. The windows weren't that clean either, it gave the house a rather ghetto look. But, come to think of it, the rest of Midgar looked like this: shabby, crappy, and screwy.
The people of this place don't look too well either. A lot of children are sick with the flu or have terrible fevers. It's sad if you think about it, so many people here have abandoned their faith and hope. There are so many dreams lost or thrown away. Yet, many of us go to college. Ironic isn't it?
My plan is to finish school and get out of this dump, start a new life some place else. I want to make something of myself, but I don't know exactly how. But, I am sure that when the time comes, I will be ready. Then finally, I can get away from these losers while they frantically search for our non-existent mother.
Yazoo, Kadaj, and Loz scurried out of the house and into my car, about time they did. I threw my bag at Kadaj who sat in the backseat with Yazoo. Loz sat next to me in the passenger side.
We had exactly fifteen minutes to make it. I inserted my key into the ignition and turned it.
Ckkkk. Ckkkk. Cnkkkkkk.
Damn. C'mon start!!!
I tried again. Please start.
Ckkkkk, Ckkkkkk, Ckkkkkkkk.
Ok, scratch that last statement, we have fifteen minutes, but we're not going to make it on time. My car won't start. I banged my head on the steering wheel, as I did, it uttered a honk sound. A few wimpy pigeons fluttered into the air.
I inhaled deeply, trying to think of what to do next since these three practically have no brains whatsoever. I was stuck in the car with three dumb retards.
Twisting around, I grabbed my bag from Kadaj's grip and ran out the car, leaving the front door open. I ran and ran and ran, ran faster, as fast as I could.
My bangs bounced around my eyes, making it a tad bit hard to see what was in my way, but it didn't matter. I needed to get to school on time, if I was going to—
Thump!
I was laying face down on the hard, unforgiving pavement. My head felt like it was going to burst; I was in so much pain. I raised myself up in a push up position with my knees firmly on the ground. I opened my eyes to see a trail of blood and saliva dripping down from my bottom lip, forming a puddle.
"Are you ok?" A small girl, Marlene I think her name is, kneeled in front of me. She looked quite worried, and apologized. "I'm so sorry!"
I wiped the blood from my mouth and grimaced. My breathing started to stagger because of running too fast, then falling suddenly. I looked behind me; her small tricycle was toppled over to its side because I tripped over it. I faced Marlene once more, "I'm fine."
"Big Brother, wait!" I heard Kadaj's faint voice in the background, it acted like a trigger. Without thinking, I automatically got up and began running again with my bag hitting against my back occasionally.
My heart pounded loudly against my chest, I could hear its deafening beat inside of me. Regardless, I kept running, ran faster than I ever did before. Perspiration slide down my face and soaked my hair. I just kept running. No looking back, just look forward and run!
I past by countless people wandering the streets, numerous stray dogs (some chased me half a block), and many vendors who cussed at me to slow the heck down. I almost ran into a car and a lady holding onto some grocery bags. I dodged them too, swiftly. I splashed into a large puddle, making my jeans wet knee down. Dirty water dripped down my ankles into my shoes.
I kept on going. Whenever my bangs got in the way of my eyes, I'd brush them off with my free hand. The wind hitting against me felt good, it cooled me down. All I could hear was the sound of the wind, my breathing, and my heart.
The college campus came into my view a few minutes later, I could see the gate. Yes, finally. My pace did not slow down, I picked up my speed. Ok, time to stop. Uh oh, my feet couldn't stop running, I was going too fast to slow down.
I clanged into the metal bars of the gate instantly. My head was spinning as I laid a hand on my forehead, but whatever. As long as I am here and have at least five minutes I am fine.
I rested my blistered hands on my knees and panted heavily. I made it. The gate creaked quietly as I pulled on it and stepped inside. It was crowded, but nevertheless, I found who I was running for.
Kairi.
Wait, I couldn't go up to her like this, not when there was sweat dripping from my face and I looked all tired. Heck, I was still panting. There was still some blood dripping from my mouth. Damn, damn, damn. I watched her laugh with some of her friends formed in a circle, all standing beneath a tall tree. The slight breeze swayed her auburn hair to the side, making her look dreamy. Ah.
A boy with spiky brunette hair had his back towards me, Sora. He's one of my best friends, but I know that he likes Kairi almost as much as I do. I think that I like her more than him, but I will never know. I saw him edge closer to Kairi, darn. That was supposed to be me!!
My fear is that she likes him too. If that's the case, then, well I'm hopeless. They'd get together, get married, have kids, and then---
"Riku!!!"
Oh man. I'd recognize that voice anywhere, anytime. It was…it was…Rikku, the girl who has the same dang name as me and never misses a chance to talk to me. It's so annoying. I was scared to turn around, afraid what might I see.
A thin hand rested on my shoulder, then slid down my arm, her sea-foam green polished nails fingered along my skin and interlocked with my hand. Gross.
Rikku glided in front of me, her blonde braids hit against my face. She wore a big smile and leaned towards me, examining my bloody lip. "What happened to you, Riku? You poor thing!"
Before I could say anything or make up some believable story, she pulled out a clean tissue from the pocket of her mini-skirt and wiped the blood away. I tried not to look at her because, well, her clothes were so damn revealing. Since I am so tall, I could get a good view at…ok anyways, I hate skimpy girls. They are so shallow and low. Another reason why I like Kairi, she's so modest.
"Thanks." I sighed. Things weren't going the way I wanted it to go. The bell hand just rung and the crowd quickly filed in through the entrance. I lingered behind Kairi with a great amount of distance as Rikku held onto my hand tightly. I wanted to just shove her down some well and leave. I wanted to smack her and tell her that she needed to buy some better clothes and to get off of me. I did neither, but I kept wishing that she were Kairi.
I ran, got hurt, and did all that I did for nothing. I didn't get to talk to Kairi. See, my plan was to talk to Kairi as much as possible so that I could get her to like me. We are friends and all, but we just aren't able to talk to each other as much as I wanted to. With my lame brothers around me, I look as lame as them. She'd probably want to stay away from me for life.
My brothers? Wait, where were they? Oh yeah, I left them in my car. Arrgghhh. Someone please shot me. Someone, anyone?! How can I be dumb enough to leave the world's stupidest fools in my most valued possession? They might be ruining it right now, messing with the controls and steering wheel. But, then again, if they had come with me, my image would get destroyed. Then, Kairi wouldn't want to talk to me because I am the brother of dumbasses. If I come home to see Faith in a bad condition, I am going to kill them.
Clingy Rikku had her grip around my arm tight, she walked with me to class and didn't let go until we stepped in. It sucks hell that we have the same first period. It sucks more that I have the same first period with Yazoo. But, one good thing is that Kairi in the class too.
Art Class.
I am not a very artistic person, but I like art. It's awesome. I get to sit in front of Kairi, but brainless Yazoo and crazy clingy Rikku sit with us too. Out of the four of us, Kairi is the most talented when it comes to drawing. Her painting and sketches were almost flawless.
Kairi took a seat in front of me at our table, she gave me a smile. "Hey Riku!"
"Hi!" I forgot about the fact that my lip was still messed up and I have sweat on me until she mentioned it.
"Are you alright? Your lip is bleeding!" She leaned forward, I could smell the warm-vanilla fragrance that she had on. Her cool hand touched my cheek. She…was…touching…me…I couldn't believe it.
She turned my face to the side so that she could get a better view in the light. "Do you want to go to the nurse's office?" She leaned back into her chair again and she looked worried. Worried for me.
Riku does not go to the nurse's office. Riku does not care about small injuries like these. Riku will stay here in art class with Kairi.
"No, I'm fine. Don't worry" I shot her a friendly smile and tried to think of something else to say.
"Guys will be guys." She remarked. Was that meant in a good or bad way? I will never know, the late bell rang and the class started. Our art teacher, Mr. Freeman, wanted us to draw whatever we wanted. He said it was a good way to see your artistic side and style.
Whatever.
Not too long after the bell rang, Yazoo barged into the room. He gave Mr. Freeman an excused hall pass and took a seat beside me. He didn't look or talk to me. Guilt. I felt guilt. I wanted to get rid of them so that they don't 'cramp my rep' and I ditched them.
Good Riku: How could you?
Bad Riku: So what.
GR: You are the devil.
BR: They are. They are embarrassments.
GR: Yazoo doesn't do anything to you.
BR: Yeah he does.
GR: Kadaj listens to everything you say.
BR: Then why won't he kill himself already?
GR: Loz isn't bad either.
BR: You don't know what you're talking about.
GR: They're your brothers and they are as good as you.
BR: Are you done lying to yourself yet?
GR:
BR: I thought so.
Kairi quietly stroked her paintbrush up and down aimlessly. She mixed some colors together and swirled them together. I did the same. Yazoo didn't really do anything. He just sat there. Clingy Rikku glared at me constantly. On her paper, she painted a red and pink heart with my name written in the middle.
Kairi broke the eerie silence between us. "Yazoo, Riku, I was wondering if you guys were free tomorrow or sometime next week?"
Yazoo spoke up before me.
Bad Riku: You have to be faster than him.
"Yeah we are." He said, looking at her. He even gave her a smile.
Bad Riku: Freak, stop looking at my future girlfriend!
"Great! You guys should definitely come to the mall with us!" She exclaimed happily. "It'll be fun! I'll give you a call when we should meet and all."
I didn't want my brothers to come, but Kairi had invited them. Damn.
It was quiet again. I wanted to say something, anything, but my mouth refused to speak. Secretly, I was happy that I was going to go to the movies with Kairi and her friends. That's perfect. Best part was, Kairi invited us. Is that a good sign?
Yazoo silently drew random pictures and sighed occasionally. I was glad that it was like this, but he whispered to me. "Why did you run off like that?"
No matter how quiet you whisper, the people in front of you will be able to listen to every word you say. I have no doubt in my mind that Kairi heard him say that. I was afraid to look at her, to see if she heard. What would she think?
Rikku, on the other hand, watched attentively. I ignored him and continued my painting of a tree, a terrible looking tree.
"Why did you leave us?" He whispered again. The other student's voices drowned out his, but I could still here him. God, please shut him up. Not here, not now, not in front of Kairi.
"I didn't," I muttered under my breath, hoping that will make him quiet. My eyes stayed glued to my drooping tree.
"Yes you did. We all saw you." His voice began to get louder, just a bit.
"Yazoo…" I looked directly at him. "Shut up!"
Kairi heard me say that and I saw her look at me in a funny way. She looked at me then at Yazoo, and went back to drawing.
Good Riku: Good, now she knows you're a jerk.
Bad Riku: Zip it!
I screwed up!!! Wait, maybe not. Everyone says shut up to their brothers once in a while, correct? My luck was not turning, Yazoo continued to babble.
"I can't believe you ditched us like that!"
Kairi's eyes shot up from her picture to me. Damn it. "You did what?" Her voice was stern and her eyes lost their softness.
"Nothing," I lied and faked a cough to get rid of tension, which didn't work.
Yazoo had the guts to tell her what happened. "Riku left us in his car and ran here this morning, leaving us behind."
I saw her mouth hesitate, but then she stopped what she was going to say. I think that she thought it was best not to saw anything but then she said, "If you ever need a ride Yazoo, I will be more than happy to give you once. In fact, we could walk to school every morning if you'd like."
Good Riku: Serves you right.
Bad Riku: No, no, no, no, no, no. This isn't happening.
A bottle of white paint sat next to my elbow. Yazoo accidentally knocked it over when he was trying to reach for something across the table. The white oozed onto my amateur drawing of a willow tree. It was gone and wasted. I blame Yazoo. He said sorry and tried to clean it, but made it worst.
I hate my brothers.
-End Chapter-
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