Hello, fanfiction world~ It's me again, Mizz Yaoi ;D Okay, that name is self-proclaimed. And awesome!
Anyways, this is my first multi-chappy, so… yeah. Multi-chapters are fun. Here ya go!
*DISCLAIMER*: I disclaim this game.
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SLAM!
Riku exhaled a startled breath before shooting his teacher one of his famous death glares. He realized painfully that this particular teacher - a home ec teacher; weren't they supposed to be kind, gentle pushovers? - was going to be the type to snap quickly. It was only the third day of school, so he'd been testing all his teachers like this all day, to see which ones would find creative ways to wake up the dozers, and which ones would just ignore it. Apparently, this man wasn't going to budge. He had long, exuberant blue hair, and although he'd gone to college and earned himself a real teacher's name, such as Mr. Aizawa, or Mr. Smith, he insisted that all his students refer to him by his first name, Mr. Saix. Riku didn't figure that Mister was actually part of his first name, but when he'd pointed that out he'd just gotten an eraser to the face.
"Alright, now that I've got everyone's attention," began Mr. Saix, "I would like to announce our first project of the year!" Multiple groans rippled throughout the class, and Riku noticed that Sora chipped in with his own groan and facepalm from his place a couple seats away from him. "You shall be allowed a partner, whom you may pick yourself." The class erupted into chaos, everyone making a mad dash to snag their friends. However, Riku simply remained in his seat, glad that this was a mixed class and he could be partnered with Sora, so that he didn't have to deal with all the annoying girls in the class fighting over him. Who needed girls, anyway? Right on cue, Sora bounced over to his desk.
"Partners?" Sora asked, letting a grin take over his lips. Upon witnessing Sora's face light up so wholeheartedly, Riku couldn't prevent a small smile from pulling at the edges of his own mouth box. (A/N: XD just getting creative...)
"Like always," he replied simply.
"The project is due in one week's time," boomed Saix's voice, overriding the garrulous students' chatting and laughter. "You and your partner must sew a throw pillow using the fabric I've provided here," he elucidated, motioning towards the pile of fabrics stacked at the back of the room. Chaos erupted for the second time, all the girls darting to the fabrics to pick out the absolute cutest designs. By the time the crowd by the fabrics had dispersed, and Sora had lost his slap fight with Riku about who had to get up, Sora sluggishly made his way to the back of the classroom and grabbed the only fabric left: a hideous paisley pattern; it was obvious why no one had selected it.
"Wow. We would end up with the ugliest fabric for a throw pillow ever created by mankind," Riku intoned once Sora had found his way back to his best friend and plopped the offensive material down on his desk disgustedly.
"So, are you coming to the new cafe thingy place thing with me and Roxas after school?" Sora inquired, unable to keep his mind on anything school related for more than a total of five minutes. Riku knew this because he'd timed him once when they'd been working on math homework together in middle school. Let's just say that that assignment did not receive the highest of marks.
"No. I promised Patience Summers that I'd walk her home today," Riku replied noncommittally.
"That new exchange student from America? Why would you be so nice as to make a promise to a girl...a new girl at that?" Sora asked, cocking his head to the side confusedly. He was beginning to detect an unfamiliar, angry feeling frothing in the pit of his stomach.
"Well, she sort of cornered me in the courtyard, and I couldn't exactly say no..." he trailed off. Enlightenment betook Sora's features suddenly.
"Wow, Riku! I didn't know you actually had a heart!" he exclaimed wondrously, receiving a playful punch in the arm from Riku, although by then they were both smiling warmly.
"Well, it's not like my heart got stolen, or like I was suddenly overcome by the power of darkness or something," he retorted. Sora laughed jovially.
"Yeah, you're right, that's not possible! Haha, sorry."
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After - very patiently, in Sora's own fine opinion - explaining the reason of Riku's absence about 20 times in a row to his twin brother, Roxas (as Roxas was rather infamous for being completely dead to the world after a full day of school), the duo made their merry homework-procrastinating way over to the "new cafe thingy place thing." Roxas was dragging his feet heavily, and appeared to be stuck somewhere in between really fucking stoned and spiraling ever faster into a vast pit of algebra-class boredom. Our tawny-haired hero realized solemnly that the responsibility fell upon his small-set shoulders to get Roxas to the new Zen Restaurant and order him some coffee, A.S.A.P. He grabbed ahold of Roxas' wrist, and upon discovering that his more emo twin was too dog-bone tired to shake him off, guided him swiftly to a booth in the rather small, but cozy, diner.
As Roxas allowed his head to thunk in a concerning manner onto the hard wooden table in between them, Sora took in his new surroundings. The floor was black-and-white checkered, like something from a 50's diner, or a tiled flooring you'd find on the Sims 2. The walls were an eggshell off-white, edged with a flowery pattern that Sora would've picked out for a kitchen or living room rather than a restaurant.
Sora noticed that there was actually a bar in the corner of the diner; interesting…
Working behind said bar was a woman with long legs and medium-length, silky-looking obsidian hair. Her skin was a soft pale color with a creamy undertone, and her delicate visage was set in a bored, dreamy expression as she dried a glass with a tired-looking rag. She was clad in a tight, leathery outfit that showed off her smooth shoulders and flat lower abdomen. She seemed like "the type of beautiful ordinary that you just can't leave alone." Her striking appearance caused Sora to stare for a full minute before he realized how totally rude he was being.
He forced himself to continue observing the rest of the diner, and found it to be an overall aesthetically pleasing place. However, as entertained as he was trying to keep himself, he soon found his dreadful attention span dwindling to nonexistence, like when he was in biology class. After sitting there for a couple minutes twiddling his thumbs, fruitlessly waiting for his server (the place was rather busy, seeing as how it had just had its grand opening, and all), he decided that he could afford to leave Roxas alone for a few moments while he explored the place. Without really paying attention to where he was going, he allowed his mind to wander as much as his body was, and when he came back to reality he found that his feet had carried him to the bar where the intriguing woman he'd noticed before was working. Although almost all the booths and tables were occupied at the moment, no one was seated at the bar, so Sora decided to sit a spell. The woman seemed interesting enough.
She glanced up when she heard him sit down and offered him a pretty, friendly smile, which Sora returned happily.
"Hi there; where are your parents, kid? This is a bar, you know," the lady said in a lightly teasing voice; it was very feminine sounding, smooth and gentle, but it also possessed a rough edge that suggested she was more strong and able than she appeared. Sora flashed her one of his goofy grins.
"I'm just bored; I'm waiting for our waiter to come to our table and... wait on us. And by 'us,' I mean my brother Roxas and me; look, over there," Sora rambled, pointing at his twin across the restaurant, who appeared to be quite dead. "He doesn't look too good right now, but he's usually... very... well, he's usually awake." The woman cracked an amused smile and set down the spotless drinking glass in favor of a soaking wet one and commenced drying it with the same exhausted white rag. "I'm Sora, by the way," he added on.
"Nice to meet you, Sora. You know, I was kidding when I said you shouldn't sit here. I also serve soda," she said lightheartedly, brushing a lock of her midnight black hair behind her ear. Sora's face lit up at this newfound information (as if it wasn't cheerful enough already).
"Thanks!" he gushed. "You know, before you guys opened, we would always hang out at the place down the street, Twilight Island. But I can already tell that this place has much better energy. And the staff here is so much nicer!"
"You flatter me," the barlady laughed as she poured Sora a glass of Sprite. "Actually, this place was almost not opened in the first place. I had to push my good friend, the owner of this place, to open it." Sora's eyes look as though they would bug out of his head.
"You know the owner of this place?" he questioned, the amazement apparent on his face, as the woman passed him the Sprite.
"Yes," she replied. "The founder of this restaurant is named Cloud Strife; he and I are childhood friends."
"Haha, I know what childhood friends are like," Sora intoned, sipping his soda thoughtfully.
"Yeah, it's one of the closest relationships a person can experience, as well as one of the easiest to get messy."
"I hear you there." Sora let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
The barlady paused for a moment, observing Sora's expression. At last she inquired, "Is something bothering you?" Sora sighed again and laid his chin on his folded arms, next to his now forgotten Sprite. He remained quiet for quite some time, and the bar woman was about to poke him to see if he'd spontaneously died when he finally spoke again.
"It's…about my childhood friend," he began.
"Ah," she intoned airily, a wise sense of knowingness in her tone.
"We've…" he started hesitantly, as though he had a cork stuck in his throat, but then he took a steadying breath, and the words all came flowing out as though he'd ripped the cork out and unleashed a wave of built up emotions. "We've always been super close, but lately… I feel different. These feelings are really new to me and I'm scared. Especially with…this person."
"Oh? And what are these feelings?"
"Just… whenever I'm with him I feel like I'm on top of the world. Is that weird?"
A gentle smile graced the barlady's creamy visage, and her large coffee brown eyes were bright. "Well, perhaps you should follow your heart to the top of the world," she advised simply.
Sora sat there for a moment as this sunk in, and after a couple seconds the barlady's phone began to buzz loudly. She slipped the phone out of her pocket and viewed the caller ID.
"I'm sorry, I have to take this," she excused herself, stepping aside and flipping her cell phone open.
"Hello, Aerith," she answered joyfully, her voice possibly even brighter than her eyes had been moments before. Suddenly, she pulled the phone away from her ear and covered the mouthpiece, turning to face Sora once more.
"My name's Tifa, by the way," she told him, and before Sora could respond her phone was pressed to her ear again. "Yes, your dinner's in the fridge, sweetie," Sora heard as her voice grew quieter and quieter as she climbed the stairs to the upstairs of the store, until it disappeared altogether. Sora continued to sit there for a few silent moments, before snapping back to reality and making his way back to his brother, with something new to think about. After a few thoughtful minutes, he was snapped out of his inner drifting by the newly arrived waiter, and Sora was yet again merely supplied with more staring material.
Standing before him was an extremely freaking tall dude, who appeared only a few years older than Roxas and himself. His hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail that wasn't even close to maintaining all of his crazy-ass spikes, which were an intense blood red. He had a unique upside down tear drop tattoo under each of his vivacious bright green eyes. There was a mixture of boredom and annoyance upon his facial features.
"Hello, my name is Axel," began the waiter, pen poised over notepad precariously. "I will be your waiter this afternoon. Can I start you off with something to drink?"
Deciding to shake things up a bit, Sora replied politely, "I'll have a Coke," grinning at Axel in his dorky Sora way. He decided to go for the second soda even though his mom always told him not to drink more than one soda a day - something about "driving her up a wall" when he'd had "too much sugar" (Sora didn't believe that "too much" and "sugar" could be used in the same phrase); then, when Sora had very politely explained to his mom that he didn't even have his license yet, she'd just told him to go play with Roxas because she needed time to "collect her long forgotten sanity." Whatever that meant.
"Is Pepsi okay?" Axel asked with a tone of exasperation, as if he'd already taken the orders of over 9,000 Coca-Cola lovers that day and was sick and tired of the Coke vs. Pepsi debate already.
"Um, yeah, that's fine," he told him.
"And your friend?" Axel inquired, quirking a single shocking ruby eyebrow and gesturing airily to Roxas, whose face was now very well acquainted with the glossy, smooth tabletop.
"Little Roxas, wakey-wakey," Sora cooed, poking his twin on the arm.
"I'm UP," Roxas insisted irritably, slowly roused from his "nap," rubbing his eyes and yawning like a little kid before scowling at Sora for giggling behind his hand at him. The young blonde then turned his attention to the waiter, and his face filled with color so quickly that every blushing anime character ever would have been proud. The waiter's jaw nearly dropped to the floor when their eyes met, and Sora wondered if everyone had suddenly gone crazy. Maybe the zombie apocalypse was finally becoming a reality? What if Sora would catch it next? WHAT IF THEY WERE ALL GOING TO DIE?
"Are you guys okay?" Sora demanded suddenly, practically leaping across the table to grab ahold of Roxas' shoulders. "ROXAS! Can you hear me?" Roxas slapped his brother's hands away irritably; however, Sora was simply relieved that he as annoyed rather than brain dead and lunging at him for flesh and brains.
"Pepsi," Roxas mumbled at last, suddenly unable to meet Axel's gaze, who was now stashing his pen and paper back into his jet black waiter's apron.
"You got it," declared Axel, winking flirtatiously in Roxas' direction before disappearing into the kitchen from whence he came. The wink only caused Roxas' face to flush an even deeper rubicund. He stared intently at the doorway into which the waiter had disappeared for a solid ten seconds, and Sora became panicked again that he was suddenly going to attack him for juicy brains. He was mapping out zombie escape routes in his mind when Roxas finally turned his gaze back onto him, stared into his electric blue eyes for a good five seconds, and finally dropped his head onto the now-abused table twice as hard as before.
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After enduring about twenty minutes of Roxas and Axel, Sora thought he was going to scream. As much as Sora tried to concentrate on his Coke and the nachos he'd ended up ordering, the tension between the two was so tangible Sora felt as though he could reach out and touch it solidly. They continued to exchange glances and, on Axel's part, flirtatious smirks, throughout the whole time they'd been there.
"Here he comes," Sora whispered as he spotted Axel making way for their table once again, and when Roxas glanced up quickly and noticed him, his face filled with color and he dropped his frenzied eyes at once. However, instead of appearing at their table and asking them how they were doing as he'd done before, this time Axel plopped a black leather folder onto the table.
"Here's your check, fellas."
Roxas opened his mouth as though he was going to speak, but only a nervous strangled sound came out; Sora, being the amazing twin brother that he is, quickly covered it up with his own coughing fit, before smiling innocently at Axel, who had one eyebrow arched.
"Thank you," Sora replied at last.
"You have a good day, and... come back soon," Axel said, stealing one last glance at Roxas before smirking knowingly and stalking away. Once he was out of sight, Roxas let out a tense sigh.
"Thanks for that, Sora," he said.
"No problemo; what are brothers for?" Sora said brusquely. "And, was it just my imagination, or was the last part of what he said totally aimed towards you?" Sora teased, his eyes glinting mischievously. Roxas's face flushed red in negative two seconds, and Sora let out a stifled laugh.
"S-Shut up!" he snapped, but his fierceness only made Sora crack up harder. Roxas rolled his eyes and cracked open the check book.
"SORA! You got TWO sodas?" Roxas exploded.
"What? Oh, yeah, that! See, I got bored and went and ordered a soda at the bar, and then I came back over here and totally forgot about my first soda, so then I ordered a second soda, but then I remembered I already had a soda but by then I already had my second soda so I was like, 'Oh well...' And, like, I didn't want my new drink to go to waste, because I mean, it was a perfectly good soda, and mom always told us never to waste soda because there are starving children in Africa, or something like that. So, you see, I was practically forced to drink it. I can't fight the values I was raised with," he finished, nose in the air triumphantly. Roxas groaned exasperatedly.
"Sora..."
"Yes my loving brother?"
"You're an idiot."
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Okay, so that was chappy one! Yeah. It's gonna get all shonen-ai by the next chapter, I promise. Even though I guess it technically already is, since everyone I write about seems to end up being gay… Why does this always happen…? Well, I guess the difference is that this chapter only has IMPLIED shonen-ai. *teh wink*
FUN FACT: The name Patience Summers wasn't just random. I named her Patience, after my older sister's beautiful bong 3 aaaand Summers was just 'cause I wrote this last summer. This is the extent of my creativity. XD
Anyways, please drop a review by! I'd love to hear what you have to say. Legit.
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