Well, well, well. Tis I, Darc Oblivion, back in...er...black? I am wearing a black shirt o.O ...mmkay, I'll stop ranting.
I am very bored so thus a new chapter for Juvenile. I changed the summary a little. Tell me if I should just keep it the way it was before or if you like the new one better. Anyway, I'm glad you people liked it. Thanks to hotaru89, Kyouko, Dragons Ashes, nethernity, Kairi Aerith, and Malcolm Yuy for reviewing! You all rock!
Oh, another thing. Namine will probably a little OOC. Why? Just 'cause I can. :D
Juvenile
Chapter 2: Infuriated
"Are you freaking stupid?! She's going to murder you in your sleep!"
"She can't be that bad,"
"But she is!"
I watched from the balcony as Riku tried to reason and warn Roxas not to talk to me. Riku was smart. Even though he was a bully, he knew his place. He was smart enough to warn Roxas, too. Once again, I wondered why Riku was being kind to the blonde-brunette boy.
"Well, I'm not dead, am I? It's been two days since I was thrown in here for no reason. Two days since I talked to her." Roxas was still denying he had committed his crime.
Riku shook his head. "Don't you get it? She's plotting."
I smirked. Riku was over exaggerating, but in a funny way. However, it was sort of true. I was certainly plotting what to do with Roxas to make him pay.
Roxas sighed. "I bet she isn't mean. I bet you she's just waiting for someone to be kind to her."
Riku slammed his hands on the table dramatically. "You want to bet, huh? How about twenty-five thousand munny if you can get Namine to be nice to at least one person. If you don't...you have to give me twenty-five thousand munny! How about it?" He stuck his hand out, for Roxas to shake.
Roxas smirked. "Fine. It's a deal." He shook Riku's hand. "But we can't give munny if we're in jail. So once we are free, you better give me all that munny."
"Don't be so cocky. Namine is one tough girl. She'll rip you to shreds if you try to talk to her. Whether it's physically or emotionally, she'll tear you apart."
"Hey Riku," An older teen, about 17 years old, walked toward the two teens who had finished shaking hands. He had blue-ish hair which covered half of his face. He was emotionless as he strode up to the silver haired boy. "You do realize Namine can hear you, right?"
I grinned. Good, Zexion. Sharp as always. Roxas and Riku both froze. They turned slowly. I stared at Roxas, ignoring Riku.
Riku cursed. "Damn it."
"Riku, you knew I was up here, right? I mean, I always stand up here," I called. Riku narrowed his eyes but he didn't say anything. He turned around and walked off, motioning for Roxas to follow. Roxas looked up me, frowning. I shot him a glare. He kept staring until Riku called him. He ran to him, without another look. Zexion looked at me, then shrugged. He followed the silver haired youth and the blonde-brunette.
I frowned. Why had Roxas looked at me like that? His eyes, they were...looking at me sympathetically. Did he really care? I shook my head. Of course he didn't. No one would be kind to me. But he had made a bet with Riku about it...
I decided that Roxas was going to lose twenty-five thousand munny once he gets out of prison.
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That night, I sat in my cell, waiting for the guard to pass it. The guards always checked to make sure the doors were secure and that no one was violating any rules. A guard shined a flash light through the window of my cell. I covered my eyes. After a few minutes, the light was gone and the guard shook the one way handle on the door. It was locked and so he moved on.
The cells were always locked tight when we were supposed to sleep. There was no way one could get out as soon as the doors were locked. Of course, inside there was a bed and a toilet. There wasn't anything else. Besides a tooth brush and a sink, that is.
However, I had kept some pencils hidden. There was a small crack on one of the four walls where I hid my pencils. I also folded paper so it would fit inside the crack.
Why did I have pencils and paper? I absolutely loved to draw. It was soothing in a way. I could keep my mind off my ugly cell if I drew.
Pencils, of course, where not allowed. They were considered a weapon. When I asked if I could have pencils, the guard I was asking told me that they could be used as weapons. That made me crack up. Pencils, a weapon? Well, you could stab someone in the eye. Still, I don't really consider pencils weapons.
I unfolded a piece of paper and stretched it out on the floor. I picked up a pencil and began to draw. I drew, not really knowing what I was drawing.
I heard voices as I drew. One was Riku and I didn't recognize who the other one was.
"Hey man, it's my turn to sleep on the top bunk!" I heard Riku exclaim.
"No way! You slept there last night! It's my turn!" I sighed as I recognized the person who Riku was arguing with.
Axel. The red headed pyro maniac who had burnt a house down. He was stupid enough to leave the lighter in front of the house and he didn't even wear gloves or anything so he had been caught. He and Riku were forced to share a cell. They argued a lot, which sometimes woke me up in the middle of night. Since there cell was annoyingly right next to mine.
I continued to draw, tuning them out. My thoughts were on Roxas. He really infuriated me. Why was he so kind? Why did he challenge me when he first came here? And why can't I think of a way to rip him up? Like Riku had stated earlier, I certainly did rip apart people. Not literally, of course. I would get into their minds. They had mental breakdowns. I was infamous for that.
And how many years had I done this? Three? Yes, it's true, I've been in the prison ever since I was twelve. And after all my years of tormenting people who made me upset, why couldn't I do it to Roxas? Why was he so special?
Maybe because he didn't make me feel upset. He was trying to be kind to me. I shook my head. Yeah, right. As if Roxas would he be nice to some insane, cruel girl like me.
Sighing I stopped drawing and looked at the paper. I gasped.
For my paper now had a very detailed drawing of Roxas.
I stared at the paper in shock. The drawing stared back with it's perfectly drawn eyes. It looked exactly like him, yet something was wrong with the picture. I frowned, snatched the paper off the ground, crumpled it up and threw it.
Oh, I was very angry now. Why won't he get out of my head?! He's trying to sneak his way into my heart; that's it. Well, he's not going to be successful.
I breathed heavily. Getting so worked up over a stupid boy. I picked up the pencil and stashed it away in the crack. I groaned and slumped onto my bed. Sighing once more, I closed my eyes to get some rest.
It wasn't just the fact that Roxas was infuriating me. It wasn't all about the person Roxas. What really infuriated me was that the drawing. It was the best drawing I had ever drawn. And it was of him, Roxas.
End of Chapter 2
Well, I thought this chapter was pretty good. I hope you people like it, too.
Mmkay, if you are confused about the prison ( like the cells or something ) Just ask. 'Cause I don't know if I described it well. It was kinda hard. Oh, and the prison is based on something I saw on TV. Some guy was testing what it was like to be in a prison for 30 monthes. It was really interesting..I forget what the show was called though. xD
Nothing else to say...except please review! Yes...I am hungry for reviews. o.o
