Wow. it's been a long time.
first off, i would like to apologize. for two things. first and foremost, the time. i promised you a sequel long, long ago. finally, it is here. second, i would like to apologize for my old writing. i like to think my writing now is a lot better than what it was. and i'm sorry you had to suffer through my atrocious writing that was A Worthless Nobody.
but, above all else, i would like to thank you. If you are reading this, it means you like this story enough to stick through this somewhat abusive relationship. And all i can do is say thank you from the bottom of my heart.
fly on, kazooers.
Is it time to rise above this?
Is it time to move beyond the choice I made
And say, I can love this
Someday...
What if I wait around for forever
Holding onto the hope
that there's something more for me
Would I waste whatever's left of this life
Living for things I think I need?
-One of these days by Gavin Mikhail
Chapter 1
Communication
Pleo turned her head slightly to the left, looking out the window and into the sky. She propped her head in her right hand and let her eyes close. School was boring. It always had been and she feared it always would be.
She didn't feel like she deserved a more exciting life, but after the journey she had six years ago, her life now was dull and repetitive. She couldn't say she missed the reason why they were together but she could say that she missed the company. She was ten when her life changed and it now felt like a far off memory. She almost would have sworn it was a dream, if not for the scars. Deym had a few battle wounds and she had a scar on her knee from when her brother, Marik, had stabbed her.
She didn't understand how life had changed for her so quickly after that day. She had said goodbye to Demyx and all of her new friends and then she was living alone with Deym. Six years later and she hadn't heard word from Demyx, Axel, Bruixe, or even Sora. Not that she expected them to call her up on the telephone the next day or anything.
Six years and she hadn't stopped waiting to hear from them.
She wondered at times if she should give up and try to forget them. But she knew that was impossible and remembered Demyx every time she looked in the mirror and saw the necklace he had given her hanging around her neck. She went without the necklace for a day, in her attempt to forget, but all it did was cause her to feel empty inside.
She did miss them, but she hadn't spent her time sitting around waiting for them. She was, after all, the Purest Heart—whether she still understood what that meant or not—and therefore couldn't ignore what was around her. She took turns patrolling at night around the town she lived in with her older brother. During the weekends she would practice her magic or spar with Deym so her ability to defend herself was stronger than ever.
It was a selfish wish, but sometimes she wanted the town to be in some kind of danger. All she got was the occasional heartless. Not much came to their world. Deym had guessed Pleo's heart was the reason for that. Her light was enough to drive out the demons. Or so it seemed.
"Pleo," her Physics teacher called her to attention, "Are you listening to me?"
Pleo sat up straight, "Yes, ma'am."
"Please answer the question," she instructed, folding her hands over her stomach. It was something she did when she didn't believe her students. She often did this when she spoke to Pleo.
Pleo studied the board for a second, taking in the problem, "To answer the proposed question you would use Newton's law of universal gravitation."
The teacher pursed her lips and turned back to the board. Pleo was off the hook, again. She spent most of her time at school looking out the windows which tended to be a common pet peeve for teachers. Pleo did her work and was always ready for the questions teachers asked. Her Physics teacher in particularly liked to try and catch her off guard. It rarely happened.
The bell rang and Pleo was one of the first out of the classroom. She liked her next class most. It was English with Mr. Billard. She respected him above her other teachers. He often made jokes during class and he didn't mind when Pleo stared out the window. He was the most relaxed.
"As long as you get your work done," he told her early in the school year when she had fallen asleep in class, "And you have a passing grade, I don't care what you do in my class," he had smirked when he saw her face light up, "That's right, I just gave you some freedom, baby. Don't abuse it. Keep your grades up."
She got to class early so she could slide into her usual seat. Fourth row back, right up next to the window.
Class was about to begin when Pleo was settling into her sky gazing position. Mr. Billard was starting in on his lecture and the class was quieting down. Pleo had been on patrol last night, with no action, and was soon drifting off.
That was when a large flash of light engulfed her hand and left her staff in her hand. She quickly ordered her weapon away, trying to hide her arm between the desk and the wall. Her sudden movement caught the eye of a few people but hadn't interrupted the lecture yet.
As soon as the weapon was away, it summoned itself again, creating a blinding light over Pleo's hand. She quickly grabbed her sweatshirt and threw it over the staff, trying to hide it.
"Pleo," Mr. Billard called her out, "Do you have an issue?"
"What?" she blurted, frantic, "Yeah, I, uh, need to use the bathroom. Please?"
He gave her a look and a few people laughed but he flicked his hand, dismissing her from class.
Pleo staggered to her feet, trying to wrap the staff up in her jacket but the ends couldn't be concealed. She rushed into the hallway and dismissed the staff. After a few more rounds of tag, her weapon finally stayed away.
Pleo shook her head and returned to class. Her weapon had never summoned itself before. She took her seat and kept her hand wrapped in her sweatshirt, just in case.
"Okay, everyone grab a partner," Mr. Billard instructed.
Pleo looked out the window. She knew she wouldn't have a partner. No one ever wanted to work with her. She was weird, or so they claimed. Pleo couldn't figure out why the other students didn't seem to like her. She didn't smell and she didn't consider herself bad looking. Her clothes weren't too out of the ordinary, either. She knew people a lot weirder than herself who had more friends than she did.
The bell rang soon after partners were chosen. Pleo scrambled to her feet, gathering up her backpack while keeping the sweatshirt wrapped around her arm. Maybe that was why the other kids didn't like her. She had strange weapons materializing around her without warning. She collected her things and was the last one out the door.
"Pleo," Mr. Billard called her back into the classroom, "Come talk to me for a second."
Mr. Billard sat on a desk in the front row and Pleo stood awkwardly a few feet away from the doorway.
"I can't help but notice," he began, "That you are constantly the one student who doesn't have a partner. I know I have an odd number of students in this class, but why is it that the odd man out is always you?"
Pleo glanced down at her feet, "I like working alone."
"Sure," he nodded, "But it's called a group project for a reason. I assign a lot of group projects and it isn't fair to you as a student. You are doing twice as much work as everyone else."
Pleo couldn't stop herself from getting defensive, "I'm getting an A in this class, aren't I?"
"I don't care about what's going on in here," he gestured to the class room, "I care about what's going on in here," he pointed to his head.
"I'm fine," she insisted, "I don't need any sympathy or extra help or partners to do my work."
Mr. Billard frowned, "Unfortunately, I don't believe you. Anyway, I want you to talk to your family, okay? Let them know what's going on. You don't talk much at school. I just want to make sure you're at least talking at home. It's healthy, you know, to communicate with other people. You're dismissed."
Pleo turned quickly and left the room. She didn't feel the need to tell Deym any of this. He worried enough about her. After all, she didn't really mind being alone at school. Most of the people around her were light hearted. Difficult for her to get along with.
Pleo found it ironic that she got along better with people who didn't have hearts.
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