I'm back! I am completely surprised with the attention I got from this in just a few hours! I posted the previous chapter at 2:30 in the morning, and already I had acquired reviews, favoriters, and followers within the next seven hours! Completely unexpected! The love I have been shown from loyal readers has motivated me to update again, and you didn't even have to wait a month! Lucky peeps.
chicachoco- aahhh! You got the quote :D never ever be a cashier. At first it might be cool, but I guess it just depends where you work, but being a cashier where I work is just so dull and annoying. Thank you soo much!
xXSoKuGirl0615Xx – oohhh just you wait, there will be plenty of that coming up ;D
mudkipluvr4ever – Thank you so much, the characters are all based on the people I am surrounded by. You will meet Riku in this chapter, hopefully you'll love him as much as I do ;D There are countless fics where Sora is helpless, or a complete uke. It's adorable at first, and then sweet, and then cute, and then eventually it gets a little repetitive, so I'm giving him a backbone!
So, there is swearing again in this chapter. I think with the M rating, I don't need to keep warning you for my fowl thoughts. You have been warned
Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing. Just Dexter, my wonderful puppet, and sweet Corrianna, you'll meet her later. Kingdom Hearts belongs to Disney and Squarenix.
Italic is for thoughts.
In the dream in the first part of the chapter, italic is for normal happenings and normal font is for thoughts. And "italics in quotations" signify song lyrics. And "just plain text in quotes" means text.
And without further adieu, enjoy!
Last time:
"If everyone is too busy running around here and there, who stops and smells the flowers. They try so hard to be pretty. If people took the time and appreciated them a little more, maybe, just maybe, people would learn to appreciate one another better."
Now:
The sun was high in the sky, fluttering in and out of my sight as we continued walking the path in front of us. I know I told him I wished he was more romantic, but leading me into the deep woods wasn't very passionate. Riku had said that he was taking me on a picnic, but this was not on my mind. Sure I loved that he was trying, but maybe he was trying too hard…
"Hey, Riku?"
"Yeah?" He didn't even pause, he just kept walking forward; he didn't even look back at me. Humph.
"Where are we going?" I stole a glimpse behind me, the break in the trees that marks where the path began was now just a speckle of light, camouflaged with the surrounding foliage. I trusted Riku with all of my heart, but that didn't mean that sometimes his actions didn't worry me.
"You'll see Sora, just trust me." I just said I trust you, you dummy. Oh wait, I forgot, you can't read my mind. Oops. No confirmation was needed that I had heard him and we kept walking forward. Is it just me, or does this seem more like a scenic walk than a picnic? I don't mind, I just wish he would tell me where he was leading me. Just as I was about to voice my thoughts, I watched as Riku slowed his pace and made his way over to a rock formation. Looking past the formation, Riku waved me over.
"We're here." He walked around me and pushed me forward gently. Showing no resistance, I walked towards the rock formation and looked past it. The sight nearly took my breath away.
On the other side of the rock formation was a cave. From the cave, a small river flowed; the bank was littered with tiger lilies. A cherry blossom tree hung peacefully over the top of the entrance of the cave. At the foot of the cave, I saw a cliché red and white picnic blanket, a few candles, and Riku's guitar case.
"Ri-" I was speechless, this was, he was, everything about, well, everything, was perfect. I can't believe he did all of this. Just for me. Well, for us I guess, but still. He was currently setting up the basket he had carried all the way out here as I made my way over to him.
"So, what do you think?" He stood back up and rubbed the back of his neck. Awh, he's nervous! I'm so lucky to have him. He may portray a bad boy on the outside, but he'll always be my big softie. I placed my hand on his cheek and kissed him chastely.
"I think that you are the most perfect boyfriend ever, and that I could never ask for anybody else. And I also think I love you." We eskimo kissed then were rudely interrupted by my stomach declaring its emptiness. I smiled sheepishly and apologized. He laughed. Jerk. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Do you want to know a secret?" No, not really. I want food. I pretended to ignore him as I walked toward the blanket to set the food up for the both of us. Hmm, tuna sandwiches, gross, and a peanut, butter, and jelly, awesome!
I felt as his arms wrapped around my tummy and he rested his head on my shoulder.
"I asked you if you wanted to know a secret." I'm not deaf, silly, I just want food. Assuming I wasn't going to answer again, he nipped my ear. "I know it's not much of a secret, but I think I love you too."
"Up on Melancholy Hill
There's a plastic tree
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day
Of another dream
Well you can't get what you want
But you can get me-"
"Whatthehellisthat?!" Oh right, the alarm. I knew that. A pause, I enjoyed mornings, the peaceful serenity of the morning sun streaming through the blinds as the birds sang while they fluttered about.
A dream. It was just a stupid dream. It didn't happen. The cave, the hike, the picnic, it was all a figment of my imagination. I think my brain hates me something fierce. Of my brain is just a dick. Meh.
I sighed as I turned my alarm clock off. It was morning, eight am to be exact. Another sigh. I love mornings, I love rising with the sun, but today, I had work. My shift was a full eight-hour from nine to five. Gross. And I just remembered it's Tuesday. Shit. Tuesday meant it's old people day. Senior-discount day.
I groaned out-loud and violently kicked the sheets away from me. Now that's not fair, it's not the cover's fault for you having to suffer today. I'm sorry, sheets. You didn't deserve that. I look forward to your loving caresses when I come home. I patted the sheets and shuffled to the bathroom and flicked the lights on and yawned.
Stupid ass work scheduling me in so early. Stupid ass Dexter for scheduling me. Razza frizza nogood idiot jerkwadfaceloser. I grumble as I turn on the shower and undress. While coffee woke up the majority of the population in the world, showers always made me feel better and awake. They make me feel lighter, and as the lukewarm water cascaded down my body in streams and rivers, I felt my problems just wash away.
Turning the water off, I grabbed my towel and dried off. No matter how long I stay here, enjoying the complete serenity and silence, I still have to dress in my work clothes and spend eight and a half hours in a complete and utter hell with music and customers to match. I walked back into my room and looked at the limited options I had for a uniform.
The only choices we can make are what underwear, socks, and possible undershirt we can wear. Of course the undershirts are supposed to be white, but no one really enforces that rule. Hmm, do I want to wear the black, or tan pants? I wore tan yesterday, so, I guess I'll wear black today. But I really don't want to wear all black, and the shirt is so awful, and it's so warm outside, I guess I'll do the black pants and the polo. Any other day I'd gladly wear the sweatshirt, but I'd prefer comfort than style. Time check, it's eight seventeen, thirteen minutes left until I have to leave. Just great.
I grab my keys and a ten-dollar bill from my dresser and make my way down the stairs to rummage for food. Should be enough for today. In the pantry, I found a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and some milk in the fridge. Oh sweet Jesus yes! The breakfast of champions! Nommzzzz. Before I sit down and start munching down, I remove the baby gate locking my dogs in the laundry room and let them roam the kitchen. This small time of freedom is the least I can do for them, who knows how long they'll be locked up today. A maximum of nine hours if no one comes home before me.
I look at the clock after setting my empty bowl in the sink. Eight forty-three. Goddammit. Time to go. I slowly shuffle my dogs back into their room and place the baby gate back in to doorway.
I see my dogs as my babies. I've had them since they were born, eleven years ago. They are brother and sister, he being the largest of the batch and she the smallest. She is Dona Lee and he is Goo-Bear. Silly names, I know, but at the time, they seemed right.
I set the alarm, closed the garage door, picked out my favorite, most comfortable shoes, and closed the second garage door. My pretty, little, 2009 bright blue mini cooper sat waiting for me. He sat waiting for me in all his manual locks and windows glory. I love my car, I really do, but for a 2009, it's kind of retro. Meh I digress; time for work.
Fifteen minutes pass and I'm in the process of clocking in when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.
"Hey lovie, have a great day at work, you're off at 5 right, I'll see you then, love you."
I smiled as I answered back, telling Riku he's a dork and reciprocating I loved him back. I clocked in and walked around to the front of customer service to check which register I am to be stuck at.
My eyes graze the schedule. You shitty assholes. I am assigned to register sixteen, the farthest register away from the desk, and it looks like I'm stuck with Leon and Kairi, a new cashier, for the better part of six hours. And then I remembered what Leon had said yesterday.
Oh shit.
AN: Aaand that's all you're getting out of me for right now. I feel that trying to write longer chapters is what keeps me from updating so frequently.
Hinty hint for next time:
And then Sephiroth took a big poop on the produce and ate the mop so nobody could clean it up.
"Hahahaha" Sephiroth chortled, "Now you will all have to buy my poop-apples!"
Love Syrus.
P.S.:
Lelouche gazed at the banana, hungrily, his eyes shimmering with primal desire. His body tingled and he shuddered visibly. Ever since Collin had used her geass to switch bodies he found it hard to control his…urges; or where they her urges? It was getting harder to tell the difference between her body and his brain now.
Banana
The word shot across his brain disrupting all other thought. It was a command from this cursed female body he was trapped in. Why was this body so primally attracted to so very many things?
-_- No comment.
That was Syrus…he says hi. He calls that piece "Look! I can write fanfiction too!"
Brownie points goes to the person who can guess what anime he was talking about!
As always, constructive criticism is greatly acceptable!
-Scarlet Rose
