Chapter 1-
Ony-chan- Hellllo! I have so many hopes for this story. Me very inspired. *Eyes full of stars* "…" *Gazes into space daydreaming about the future of this story*
Sora- Ony-chan….. Are yooooouuuu dead? *Poking Ony-chan with a stick*
Roxas-*worriedly crashes into Sora to see what was wrong with Ony-chan* ONY-CHAN, NOOOOO OUR CREATOR!
Sora- YOU IDIOT, You made me crash into her
Riku- Guys, what the hell did you! *All three stare at a body slowly getting up very zombie-like*
Roxas, Sora, Riku- *Freeze with terrified faces*
Ony-chan/Zombie- *Groans* Owwww what did you guys do!
Roxas, Sora, Riku- AHHHH! Zombie! RUN! *They run the hell out when Namine comes in to help Ony-chan up*
Namine- Don't worry Ony-chan doesn't own any of the KH series.
Ony-chan- If I did Sora and Roxas would be dead by now *Sora, Roxas, Riku hidden in a closet*
Sora, Roxas, Riku- Please read on we don't want to die
Ony-chan- Roxas… Sora…. Where are you ….come out wherever you are *holds a bat behind her back*
The ominous silence I hear surrounding me engulfs me into utter darkness. There is nothing anywhere, but deep darkness. Why have I been thrown into the darkness? Why can't I fight it? Why do I lose to it? I don't think I'll ever know. Everywhere I walk there is darkness. Darkness, darkness, and even more darkness is what my soul has become, but I know deserve it. It feels like ages walking around the darkness; getting nowhere, forever. The absence of light instills terror into my mind;" When will it end?" I say in vain. Is there any light to save me; no, there is only darkness, my companion or my captor. The notion of time is lost to me in this endless walk into the darkness. The fear of the unknown is drowning me, drowning me until there is no me anymore. The only thing left: a shell of what I was before. Is there any way for me to be restored? Is there anyone to save me? Then comes the moment when I fall even deeper into the darkness. A silent current of wind hurls around in the dark preparing me for the final burst. "Namine, get down!" a voice called out to me to which I reluctantly obeyed. But how could there be someone with me in the dark and who was the voice. "Damn it, the breaks. Namine! "another voice screamed out through the darkness. There was an agonizing crunching sound with a deafening scream.
I gasped unrolling myself from my sheets only to find my face covered in sweat. Would these nightmares ever end? A beeping sound could be heard through my room; oh yeah my alarm it was 6:30 A.M.
Great, time to get ready.
For as long as I remember my days have started with a nightmare; the same nightmare over and over again. My room looked pretty much the same except for the mess my bed had become in result of the nightmare. The walls are painted white, my favorite color, but are full of colors at the same time. There drawings of the times when I smiled just to smile. There are drawings of my loving friends having the time of their lives while my act of being happy was being played. My bed was a tumbling mess; the sheets were all over the place while my pillow had ended up on the floor; how did that happen. My art studio, a desk with a set of pencils and many sketchbooks, was piling up with my latest ideas. I'm Namine Hikari, plain and simple.
There is no light worth looking for in my darkness. My face is pale enough to be thought of as a ghost. I'm not interesting enough for anyone to take notice. I'm just in the background.
Dreadfully I walked toward my closet to pick out the right outfit for yet another day in school, a black and white checkered hoodie alongside a white tank top and skinny jeans paired up with my black converse. Quickly I approached my bathroom to tame the mess I called my hair. The bristles of my hair resembled something very close to static fur ball of a cat. Why did I have to be cursed with bedheads for the rest of my mornings? There is nothing special to me; my skin is pasty with almost no color, no life; my hair may be blond but it only attracts the wrong kind of guys, drunk and stupid; I was deemed the least athletic of my whole sophomore class because of my skinny ass legs.
"Why was do I have these legs?" I mentally cursed the sky.
My shyness was noticeable with certain situations, but when it came down to it my shell comes away with my friends by my side. Finally in the end my blond hair was combed into a representable look. Inspecting my look in the mirror mentally I said," Perfect, I think! Ha-ha". I chuckled to myself. (Hey! She is not that depressed, scarred or any other personality-word you thought of when you read the prologue- Ony-chan)
Footsteps then overcame the silence I had been in. silently I prayed for miracle to happen: for a fairy/genie to come down out of nowhere and for me to wish myself into a world where magical moogles and chocobos made you happy, but NO my life is cursed with her. The door to my room was then slammed open. The only thing I could see through the hallway was her. Her pixie bangs were curled around her head while her hands were arched on her hips ready to say her latest scream toward me. Her brows were burrowed in a nasty scowl with an evil glint in her eyes.
"NAMINE, HURRY UP I WILL NOT DRIVE YOU TO SCHOOL, SO LEAVE NOW", Larxene screamed at me quickly while running out of my sight into the living room.
Rather than dealing with this bitch ummm- I mean witch, I grabbed my black messenger bag and ran out the door faster than you can say (I am not sure if this is rightly spelled, don't judge me by my spelling- Ony-chan). Unfortunately, my nightmare with Larxene had started since I was six years old. It's a wonder I'm still sane and alive! Larxene had never taken a liking in her, never! Even though she had the face of a pixie as an act with others, she was always that scornful witch I mean bitch of hell. No happiness ever came from living with her. I was lucky to survive a week with her treatment. Slowly the memories of the past engulfed my mind as I walked the path to school.
***Flashback***
I was seated in my art studio/desk with my usual supply of several different shades of black pencils drawing. Life was peaceful and quiet when nothing interrupted my inspiration in the arts. Everything is at peace until my bubble is popped.
"Get yourself over here, you tiny midget!" I heard Larxene yell for me from the kitchen.
Absentmindedly I dropped my pencil in the middle of drawing on my sheet of paper. Larxene was my curse; not a curse to easily get rid of. How do you get rid of the most annoying person in the world who is also the most aggressive? Well that's easy, you don't. I debated on entering the kitchen. If I went in I knew I would leave with a new bruise, but if I didn't she would probably search for me with another of her weapons like the other time, I shuddered. I don't know if I'll ever survive my living nightmare.
Ever since Larxene pounced into my life the nightmare never seems to end. Grudgingly I got up from my seat to approach the piranha in the kitchen. As I walked the hallway to the kitchen, the walls enlarged into an endless pathway showing the realization of facing the bitch of hell. I clung to the door frame of the kitchen hesitating to meet her. She was sitting in the kitchen table tapping her finger furiously. The position I was in was enough for me to see her, but for her no to see me.
My eyes sifted through her stance; her pixie blond bangs curved crookedly in a menacing way; the method her eyes were scrutinizing any possible movement signaling my arrival with disgust; any second later she would barge out of the kitchen to go look for me, that would be bad news for me. Uncovering myself from my hiding spot, I decided it was better to have a bruise than another scar. Larxene stood up from her seat as soon as she saw me coming, quickly setting into a pouncing stance. She had that evil glint in her eye that I knew only happened when she was about to hit me. Slowly I walked to the position in front of her next to the stove.
My eyes delved into her appearance: her arm tense with the anticipation for a slap across my face or a blunt hit toward my head, her body arched toward me as if to pounce on me like the hungry lioness I knew she was, her icy blue daggers full of malevolence and hate wanting nothing but the despair of my screams. Her claws then hooked me by my hair pulling myself to her face.
"Why the hell have you not cooked our dinner yet!"Larxene spit out with an extra pull to my roots bringing little tears to my eyes.
These very same tears brought an evil grin to her lips and another pull to my hair.
"I-I-I-I-m-m-m-m s-s-sorrrry, II'll gget ttoo it", I managed to say between sobs.
"GOOD!" she said as she threw me unto the floor. Slowly I got up noticing the monster had already left and that there was a newly made scar on my hand from "carelessly" left knife on the floor. I reached the damn condiments to make her damn dinner. I was only seven.
***End of the flashback***
My fingers traced the eight year-old scar left on my palm as shivers circulated through me as I remembered that accident as Larxene called it.
Accident my ass!
Silently I walked to school wanting only to be away from her. There are pebbles scattered on the sidewalk pleading to be kicked, which they are eventually by me. (=]) My feet gravitated toward the pebbles sending them off into different directions.
Kingdom Hearts High School is the place of torture for any teenager out there, unfortunately it was my school. Even though all the work that is given by our teachers eventually drowns me, being able to spend my days with my friends was the bright side of this school. Having to walk to school was exhausting enough as having to live through the stacks of work assigned by our teachers or should I say demons send upon us only to cause torture and pain, excruciating pain. I sighed at the thought of another dreadful day of work as I paced my way to school.
The sun was shining high in sky illuminating the sidewalk, my path to school. My mind then attuned to the pitter-patter sound my feet made on the sidewalk. A flash of auburn hair was all I needed to see in the distance to know that I had to brace myself. I then found myself tackled by my best friend the crazy auburn girl. My messenger bag was scattered on the floor. Red pair of converse was dangling in front of my face while my legs and body were stuck under my best friend. Struggling to move from under her my hands groped to find an exit. There wasn't one. I waited patiently, by patient I mean screaming at the top of my lungs for her to get off, but I knew it would never happen. Slowly she turned herself around to see my face, but still keeping me captive under her. She ducked her face to meet mine with an innocent smile; her fiery, red hair fell upside down to the sides of her face.
"Namine!" she yelled into my ear more than likely making me deaf for life.
I will never forget my best friend, Kairi's loud voice. Heck, I don't think anyone can. She always has been this crazy, brave person since I met her.
***Flashback***
My whole world became grains of sand filled with all possible ideas for architectural art. The billions of grains of sand surrounding me were my sandy canvas for ideas for the perfect sandy kingdom. These were simpler times where someone could just suddenly lick someone else straight in the face and start off a lifetime friendship. The birds were singing while the sun shone high in the sky; there was nothing but happiness lingering in the park air. Happily I reached for the bucket to use it as a tool to create my sandy kingdom. I was wearing my favorite little white dress that went along with my short, blond hair and white sandals. The sand kept on rubbing on my legs and knees, for I was working furiously and having so much fun with my architectural skills in castle-making. Even though having gritty sand between your toes caused an uncomfortable feeling emanate through me, the ending result was a beautiful masterpiece. My hands moved swiftly calculating every movement with precision; slowly mounds of kind-of-castly figures were transformed from the sandbox. Sandy kingdom had officially opened. My mom had decided to finally take me to the park considering my persuasive actions. She was sitting next to another mom in the park bench.
"She basically followed me around my home everywhere and by everywhere I do mean everywhere", Mom replied to the lady.
"Really…she seems so peaceful and energetic at the same time, kinda like my boy", the lady said back to my mom while pointing to a boy close to the swing set.
"Her persuasive acts or better much called expert child begging kept tracing me, even in the shower", Mom explained my persuasion to the lady.
"Plus, she knew we had come to the park yesterday!" Mom added.
"Kids these days, you gotta love them!" the lady replied to my mom.
Sitting in my sandbox, I modified every flaw in my Kingdom. It would be today when me sandy kingdom would coronate a new princess: me! The trumpets played the coronation song while in the nearby swing set there were two little boys.
A little boy was playing with a baseball and a bat. The ball was constantly being thrown in the air only to land on the ground again after being missed by the bat. The only sound heard was his frustrated grunts as he time and time again missed the ball by a few centimeters.
On the other side of the swings, across the baseball-playing boy stood another blond boy slightly bigger than others. Kneeling on the ground was the big, blond boy tying his shoelaces; only ruffled sprouts of hair were coming out of his little black beanie.
"Whoosh…" a ball that was finally hit swam through the air.
"Blam", a ball hit the beanie boy smack right in the face.
Beanie boy grabs his face in pain only to remove them to a red mark on his forehead while the ball slowly detached itself from his face with a peeling sound. As soon as Beanie was able to see, his eyes feasted on Baseball boy. Fear could be seen pouring from Baseball boy apparently someone had hit the ball but in the wrong direction. His bat was in swerve mode which was brought down in slow motion at the realization of hurting Beanie. His face was frozen in fear of Beanie's reaction while his legs twisted to make a run for it. Beanie then makes a grab for Baseball boy pushing him into the ground. Baseball boy tries furtively to get out of Beanie's grip while Beanie rubs his face on the ground. Beanie discards him on the ground and walks toward the sand box with bat in hand. My eyes took sight on the scene that had occurred by the swings.
Poor little boy; that other boy was such a bully; it was just an accident.
My legs were urging to get up and help him up. Something was tugging me, pulling me toward the little boy.
A small toy bat swooshed through the air making impact with the looming towers of sand. Deliberately all my castles of sand crumbled down to a lumpy mess. Astonished at the cause for this destruction, I raised my eyes to meet cold blooded ones.
It was the bully!
His beanie was just at the brim of where his eyes alongside the tufts of blond hair beside his face. His eyes were fixed in a cold glare while his lips were synchronized into a smirk. He brought down the toy bat once he saw the stare down I was giving him. Thinking he was done with his destruction I reached for the bucket only to find myself pushed into the lumpy mess that was my kingdom. As soon as my face was gritty with sand a sharp pull to my hair was what I was subjected to. My tiny hands attempted to rescue my hair from more damage, but they had no effect on Beanie; he only pulled my hair with more strength. In my eyes he was that million feet tall giant that weighed more than 10 tons.
First there was a glimpse of a toy bat with blond hair; next there were flashes of red pushing down the blond. Beanie had been pushed down face into the sand. Once my hair was released from the monster bully, I sat down on what used to be my Kingdom only to find myself protected.
A little girl with fiery red hair was standing before me; her tiny hands were at her hips in a confident stance. Beanie was sprawled on the sand glaring at her through his scowl. Just when he was about to get up to reach for me the girl pushed him back down again.
"Hey, leave her alone you bully", a small voice shouted at my aggressor.
The bully quickly ran off before he could be beaten up by a little girl. All through the scene my arms had gravitated to hugging my legs ever so tightly leaving me in a curled up state.
"Hey, yoooo hoooooo ,bloooonnnddeee" ,the redhead called to me ducking enough to see my head.
I removed my head from my legs to look up to my savior. Her hair was fiery red; although short it was a flame around her petite oval face. She was wearing a blue skirt along with a white strapless shirt and beautiful blue pendant. Her concerned blue eyes searched for any harm on me. A sigh was heard when no scars or bumps were found.
"Don't worry, I'll never let anyone hurt you", she said with a caring look.
"I'm Kairi", she said extending her hand for a shake. I withdrew my hand from its protective stance over my legs meeting hers in return.
"Namine", I said as I shaked her hand.
*** End of Flashback***
I could tell you that the walk to school was calm and normal; nothing but ordinary, but if I did it would be the most boring thing in the world. Nobody's life is normal especially not mine.
The simple pit-pat of my feet on the cement was the closest thing to normal that was our conversation to school. Kairi was wearing her typical sky blue tank top along with her special pendant around her neck accompanied by her light blue skirt. Her feet were adorned with guess again blue converse. Even through our clothes did I see our complete oppositeness.
She has always been the sun while I'm the moon shining with its artificial light. I thought as I turned my head toward her with a smile. My light came from her at least that's what I'm thinking, but yet the moon is always half shrouded in the darkness. My thoughts rumbled through my head as I absentmindedly listened to yet another of Kairi's great adventures.
"So there was this squirrel in a tree", Kairi implied as I pulled myself from my inner thought.
She had gone to the park the day before only to find herself thrown into what she called an adventure.
"And guess what I did", Kairi asked with excitement while jumping up and down.
"Let me guess, you chased it around the park to put a pretty pink dress on it with a makeover and everything", I replied playfully with a small smile.
Kairi's crazy personality was the light to blind away some of my pain (at least for a while).
"Yes, I wanted to take it home so that I could play dress up time with it. It was so cute. You know me so well, Nami." Kairi said smile wide with happiness.
Having her as a best friend really made life worth a while. As Kairi's story reached a conclusion the doors of Kingdom Hearts High came into view. Unfortunately as we walked straight into the school bell rung signaling the start of class, great.
The hall ways were swarming with scrambling students trying to walk to their first period. Within the chaos of students, my eyes lost sight of Kairi.
She must have gone to class. She did have first period with Sora.
My feet swiftly ran through the hallways avoiding all the teenagers that were still roaming. Just when my eyes caught the door to my first period, Chemistry, a foot emerged tripping me. My face fell straight into cool floor. Rising form my fall, I raised my head to find myself staring at the most obnoxious face in the world.
Seifer.
A scowl formed on my face as got myself up.
"How you doing beautiful?" Seifer said to me even after he had tripped me.
"Fine until you came along", I replied face full of hatred for the idiot.
"It's okay, I like 'em feisty", he said with a wink and a snicker.
With a glare in my face, I quickly stormed into my classroom. My legs found their way to their seat in the back next to the window. My eyes then glued in to the scenery of the courtyard in front of the school. My mind was then forced to hear yet another boring lecture from our chemistry teacher, Mr. Vexen.
"So my fellow students that is how I was able to discover a new element. Hahahahahahahahaha!" Mr. Vexen announced to our class while pacing back and forth holding a glowing flask.
His eyes were bulging out along with his maniacal laughter. He was the nut job of the school. I wonder why they even allowed him to teach.
There was a slight clinking across the room, low enough not to be heard through Mr. Vexen's maniacal laugh.
"Boom", an explosion sounded through the room.
Great, some stupid idiot decided to mess with the chemicals again.
My eyes laid sight on a puff of smoke emerging form a lab table in the front. There was soot covering the table as well as the faces of the three idiots of school: Seifer (of course), Rai, and Fuu; enough said. Their snickering laughs could be heard across the room. Mr. Vexen's face was gaping open full of soot.
As Mr. Vexen wiped the soot from his face, he swiftly threatened the three with his finger and said "You three to the Principal's office, Mr. Xemnas will be very disappointed to see you three again."
Seifer had always been the delinquent of the school. He and his gang were in charge of causing the tears in the freshman and the constant scowl in the teachers' faces toward them. As the three walked the walk of shame, several faces were scrunched up in scowls for the idiots had left the foulest smell in the world. The cloud of smoke equaled a stink cloud. The students closest to the contaminated table quickly fainted due to the smell. Once the bell rung, the three idiots were out of sight and our noses were free from the death cloud forming in the room.
One step out of the classroom was all it took to be ambushed by Olette. Olette hadn't been my friend as long as Kairi, but she had never let me down. Her favorite orange dress complimented her brown curls as her light orange sandals went along with her orange purse. The girl loves orange. I think she's officially married to it. Olette's hands came in contact with me in a tight embrace; you know those hugs that almost choke you to death.
"Uhhh… Olette… Can't breathe", I said eyes bulging with my arms and hands flailing frantically searching for air.
It took Olette at least one minute to realize that she was killing me.
"Huh what? Oh, Nami! You know I missed you so much." Olette's voice rang through my ears.
My brain completely shut off when Olette started on about her recent date with her boyfriend, Hayner.
"Hayner took me to that fancy restaurant down town. He was wearing the nicest tux ever while I wore my best dress; we were celebrating our anniversary." She said to me as my pretend "Uh-huh" was replied as I walked the hallway.
"It was sooo romantic", Olette continued not noticing my bored state.
Why does high school life have to be always about boys? Boys this, boys that, boys everywhere. Every girl must always think that their Prince will come for them one day. Well, I don't believe in those fairy tales; there will not be a prince to save me from my nightmare. There are bigger problems in my life than simple crushes.
"I hope the next date will even better." Olette then replied as we arrived into our 2nd period.
2nd period was French fun with Mr. Xigbar, notice my sarcasm. I took my seat next to Olette close to the middle of the class. Mr. Xigbar stood at front of the class writing the objective for the day on the board. Several amounts of cussing in French could be heard across the room.
"#$%!$#^%$#%^$$%%^, how dare they take my babies away from me!" Mr. Xigbar said as he took a photo of all his guns out.
"Apparently, class, guns are not allowed in school so my babies have been confiscated until further notice." Mr. Xigbar announced to the class as if to think that we cared. I and Olette exchanged "What the hell is he talking about" looks as Mr. Xigbar curled up in a corner crying about his guns/babies.
The class turned into an uproar as there was no teacher to instruct us. Olette consumed herself in a conversation with a girl named Selphie behind her seat leaving me to my mind. I was thrown into a bubble, ignoring my noisy surroundings. No one knew about the way I was treated at home. No one knew about the scars left to show. No one really knew of my deepest pain. I was left in the darkness forever.
"Snap", a tiny paper airplane broke through my bubble hitting me in the back of my head crumbling down to the floor.
"Ring", the ring belled bringing me back to reality.
I strapped my messenger bag to my shoulder and headed out the door.
Thank god it's over. Finally it's time for my favorite subject, art. I thought as I ventured into the rambling hallways.
The art room is probably the only place where you can actually see me smile for real. My face is always lit up with light as my hands are working furiously on my sketching paper. This is my sanctuary; the place where my soul truly is.
The hallways were full of scrambling students. Isn't it that that's how high school always is, full of scrambling students everywhere. Swiftly I skipped through the hallway walking into the room.
The walls of the room were ambushed with sketches and paintings while in the front of the room stood our teacher, Miss Tifa Lockhart.
Once the whole class was seated, Miss Tifa Lockhart exclaimed, "Students, draw whatever inspires you at this moment and remember there is no right or wrong in art".
This is my sanctuary. My hand reached for my sketchbook turning it to a new blank page. Only in this class could I really communicate. My mind sifted through the several ideas of the perfect art.
My pencil unconsciously moved through the paper creating an image even I didn't expect. The strokes transformed into bristles of hair curling around the most perfect face. His eyes were full of emotion and mystery as his full lips looked so rock hard yet soft as a feather. The hardness in his eyes was surrounded by a shadow of light blue. Only a face resulted from my drawing, a beautiful face. Once the drawing was done, band caressed the paper not wanting to believe that I had the skills to create such a masterpiece. His gravity defying hair was a perfect match with the smirk planted through his lips. Who was this boy? Why did he seem so important? Why was this drawing the highlight of my day?
"Ring", the bell interrupted my train of thought as a breeze blew my paper into a current of air.
I watched the paper twirl in the air as my hands tried to reach it. My legs attempted to jump, but my hands always found themselves a couple inches away. The air then carried my paper out the window. I stood there watching out the window for my paper twirling I the sky, long lost to my possession.
Grudgingly I walked to my next period, Algebra 2 with Mr. Luxord, with a planted frown on my face for the loss.
I'll never see that drawing again. I don't even know why I even drew it. Who was he?
The walk of shame to the worst subject ever invented was eventually made, unfortunately. It was just a drawing; it's not like whomever it was meant anything to me.
I groaned as I entered my 4th period. What! Can't I be mad at the world for creating math, for creating school? We should plot a plan to get rid of school. The only reason school is here is to brainwash us forever! Well back to reality now.
Ki sat down on my seat close to the door waiting for the bell to release us for first lunch.
In my school, the lunches are divided into three: 1st lunch (beginning at the start of 4th period), 2nd lunch (in the middle of 4th period), and 3rd lunch (at the end of 4th period).
Thankfully, I've got 1st lunch making my torture from Math much later. My fingers tapped furiously against my desk wanting for the stinking bell to ring.
"Ring", the bell rang through my ears sending me into sprint for freedom.
I quickly got my plate and headed to our usual spot or table to be more exact. As soon as I came to view my friends, I mean my crazy friends who I care about dearly even though they have no idea of the pain I'm usually in, were waving me over with big smiles. Their innocent smiles are proof of how they try to understand me, yet they come up short; they never quite grasp it.
I set my plate down next to Kairi and began to eat. Lately Kairi had been stalked by …. Ahem … I mean followed by Sora. Sora had always been that spiky brown haired guy who can only listen to his heart, stomach and sometimes his brain, I think. Sora was busy staring at the German Chocolate cake sitting on Kairi's plate. Three plastic trays (empty) of food were stacked one on top of each other next to Sora. His eyes never left the cake as Kairi tried to protect her cake by moving her tray away.
Sora started pouting at the gesture and immediately replied, "Awww, come on Kai, you know you're teasing me. You know I want that cake, pwease", Sora whined to Kairi keeping his eyes on his future wife. (Yes, you can marry cake in some states- Ony-chan)
Kairi tapped the table with her finger thinking deeply of the fate of her beloved German Chocolate cake until her face lit up in a devious smile.
"Fine then, only if you'll be my slave", Kairi answered back while Sora was scarfing down Kairi's cake.
Clearly he had only heard the words "Fine then".
"Uhhh... What... Okay… whatever you say." Sora said while biting happily in the German Chocolate cake.
Sora's eyes were blue with excitement always full of happiness no matter the situation. His hair was spiky as if to have been shaked by lighting permanently, but then it is Sora were talking about. His smile soon turned into a frown when his beloved wife a. k. a. German Chocolate cake was completely gone. The cake had hightailed it into a Sora's stomach once and forever.
Riku sat next to Sora; Riku and Sora had been best friends since they were toddlers. His cocky attitude could be seen through the way his posture and face radiated confidence. Riku has always been that conceited yet actually nice jerk of the group; he thought too much of himself, but when the occasion came to be a good friend Riku was there for you.
Next is Hayner alongside Olette, of course. Hayner is a happy go lucky guy, the exact duplicate of Olette except with the manliness; no wonder they were still going out.
Basically the order around the table was me, Kairi, Sora, Riku, Hayner, and Olette. \
Soon enough lunch started as well as the ongoing conversations, probably shouting in our table. I gazed off ignoring the talking in my table. My fork played with my food not really in the mood for eating.
I wonder if I'll ever see that drawing ever again. I don't even know why I even drew that boy. What lead me to draw him? He was nothing like I had seen before. I thought as I stared at my uneaten chicken feeling my face warm up at the beauty of the drawing.
A frown was then plastered on my face as I remembered having lost the drawing to the breeze through the window.
I'm never going to see that boy again. I don't even know who he is?
There was then a poke to my shoulder breaking my train of thought. *Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke*
"Psssssttt! Namine", Kairi beckoned to me.
"What?" I asked in a small voice turning to her.
"Look, Riku is staring at his crush again." She whispered in my ear while looking at Riku's daily staring.
Riku's eyes were fixed on a table 2 or 3 tables away from ours. The feelings showing in his eyes were something we had all never seen in him. Riku let out a sigh as his crushie sat down in her usual table. Her name was Xion; she had pixie-like black hair with pretty blue eyes. She sat in a table with a spiky red haired guy, a droopy black haired guy, a Mohawk dirty blond guy, and a blond haired guy.
Xion was pulling the hair of the Redhead who was trying to run away from the crazy pixie; keyword is trying. The Mohawk dirty blond guy was jamming on his guitar while the droopy black haired guy was busy with a giant quantum physics book.
Riku kept his eyes on Xion as she took the book from the droopy black haired guy. The smile wide on her face was mimicked by Riku. The only one who didn't seem to notice the commotion caused by Xion was the blond haired guy.
His solemn face was resting on the table on his curled up arms. There was no emotion through his eyes or maybe there was too much emotion. There was a thin line formed through his lips while his pale blue eyes were stuck on the table. His gravity defying hair was the shade of golden blond complimenting the mystery in his pale blue eyes.
Wait up. Mystery, golden blond, gravity defying. What the hell is wrong with me? I don't even know who he is, yet he seems the most intriguing.
Time stopped as my eyes locked with his. My eyes swam into his blue ocean until our gaze broken. It was the longest millisecond of my life. Who was he? Why is he so familiar/ why was this so important to me?
Who was he?
Ony-chan- yay! This chapter is done whooo!
Sora- so… Riku * Elbows him* you like Xion, huh!
Riku- What! No! *Flustered*
Sora, Roxas- *Mischievous smiles*
Sora, Roxas- Riku and Xion sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! *Laughs*
Riku- *Fuming*
Sora- *makes kissy faces at Riku*
Roxas- *gets phone to call Xion for Riku* so Xion you know Riku right? * Gets tackled by Riku*
Xion- what the hell is going on there?
Riku- *chases Roxas and Sora with a bat*
Namine- Guys, please be civilized. Ugh! It's a lost cause. * holds back Riku while Roxas and Sora mock Riku*
Riku- let me at them! Come on I really need to kill them!
Namine- Please Review, Review, Review before Riku kills Sora and Roxas, I'm pretty sure you want them alive.