Dance With The Devil
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters.
A/N: Sorry about the late update :( lol won't happen again!
Chapter 3: I Don't Want To Know You
"Nam, you going to answer, or what?"
She suddenly looked up, empty blue eyes staring into blazing violet. Surroundings came rushing around her with a blast of noise: dishes clattering, people chattering, and food sizzling.
The greasy diner… The only place her and Kairi could afford in high school, and now the permanent hang out spot.
"What?" She questioned with a tilt of her head.
Kairi narrowed her eyes impatiently and turned, "She'll have the same as me… and bring a coffee for her too, please… Vanilla, if you have it."
Naminé glanced on, realizing for the first time their was a second presence in front of her. The older waitress shot her a sweet look, as she meandered away.
"What's with you?" Kairi asked, sucking water through her straw.
"Did we seriously get tattoos?" Her friend answered with a strange look.
And suddenly, that look morphed away as those same glaring eyes brightened. "He's cute," she began, with a beaming smile, "Should I go talk to him?"
Naminé knew that her friend only asked her for extra encouragement… She would go anyways, "Go get 'em, tiger…"
And with that, Kairi was out of her seat, preying on the man who just walked through the door. Naminé didn't bother to look – the girl's antics bored her.
She supposed she was a one-guy sort of girl… Her boss being the perfect example, and she believed what was bugging her must have been that boy at the tattoo shop.
She listened to Kairi's flirty voice float past her, and onto the rest of the diner. Yup, let's just be public about your attraction for this guy… Good call…
She figured that was probably why people were naturally attracted to Kairi. She was the more well-liked one out of the two, due to her bubbly persona and wild attitude. Naminé was boring and quiet. That didn't bother her…
Only… after thinking about it for a few more moments…
It started to.
Groaning and letting her head drop on the table, she chewed her lip as she stared at the dull and chipped wood.
"Why so depressed?" She glanced up, and her heart sank.
"No fucking way." She murmured, allowing her head to bang down. The buzz of a headache melted into her mind, and her eyebrows furrowed, irritated.
"Hello to you too…" He sat without invitation.
"What are you doing here?"
"I meet my friend here every Tuesday."
"It's Thursday." She answered curtly.
"Well you never gave me your number… How was I supposed to buy you dinner?"
Slowly she lifted her head off of the 'usual' table, and met his gaze. "What's with you?" She questioned, searching his face for an answer.
He was adorable in a sort of way. As she had earlier concluded at the parlor, he was a beautiful creature. Golden hair that caught in the sunlight; shimmering eyes that seemed to dance with street smarts Naminé herself would never know… There was just an aura to him that made her feel…
Dirty.
Ugh, what a climax ruiner… He was an asshole, and she didn't like it.
"What? I can't take a pretty girl out to dinner like she asked?" He shot her a dashing smile; she could barely resist the charm.
"Dinner?" She scoffed, glancing outside.
Her and Kairi had been out all day, and she knew she had been monotone for most of it. But the redhead just babbled on as though there was nothing wrong. She glanced behind her, hopeful that Kairi would come to her aid. To no avail: she was currently sliding her hand up some poor guy's leg.
"We could eat here."
"I have something coming."
"What? I'll order to?"
"I don't know."
"Don't play so hard to get…" He grinned at her, plucking a menu out from behind the assortment of jam.
"I really don't know what I got…" She stared at him, knowing she looked boring and crabby. He slowly slid the menu back into place, not knowing if she was being serious or not.
He wanted to grin at her, but wasn't sure if it would offend her. He wished to make a comment, but didn't know if she'd huff and walk away. He'd have to tread carefully around this one to get her where he'd like her…
Up and on top…
And with that thought, he grinned, confidence spilling over it's brim, "Let's go somewhere else then…"
Before she could protest, they were up and out of the restaurant, just as the waitress came back, seeing her table abandoned.
?
This new place was casual-classy. Her clothes were perfectly fitting, and yet, the whole restaurant screamed romantic date.
She shifted uncomfortably as the waiter brought wine, hand picked by the blonde boy himself. He sat silently at the other end of the table, and she was well aware that he had been staring at her for most of the night.
"So I never did introduce myself," He offered – the fourth time he tried to start a conversation.
"I don't really care…" She vocalized, not missing the shock spread and disappear on his face. She sighed, knowing she was being a bitch when she didn't want to come off the way. "Look, I didn't think you were serious about dinner."
"No?" He tilted his head, sipping his water and taking a bite of his breadstick – the things came free before the meal.
She shook her head, "I figured you'd take me to a bar, and get greasy hamburger food."
He was about to retort snidely, she knew, but he snapped his jaw shut and set it, determination flickering in his azure eyes, "You know, from where I saw you last, it doesn't surprise me…"
Naminé's strange urge to be spontaneous lately rumbled inside of her, as she figured something out.
Her boss had known her for five years – ever since she had been working for him, and she had done everything to kiss his ass, because she had fallen head over heels for him. Her honesty was at the top of the list. He knew she would rat out anyone for him, even if she didn't intentionally do it; he knew that she would do anything, say anything he wanted to hear…
This guy? She didn't even know his name, and she doubted he remembered hers… She could be whoever she wanted to be, and she was determined to be better than Kairi for once.
"Let's get out of here… I know a place we could go…"
And they sped from the restaurant, leaving the waiter disappointed he couldn't get her number, because it seemed she wasn't interested in the blonde in front of her.
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She pushed open the door, flinching back at the smell. She'd walked past this place plenty of times, but never had any desire to go in. It was the only dirty club she had ever seen in her life. Now, she wanted nothing more than to get in fast.
They weren't dressed for the occasion, but it didn't matter; it was slow that night, and they were letting anyone in with a pretty face for good show.
As soon as she walked into the main room, no seizure friendly light in sight, she took a step forward, almost regretting it, and wanting to turn around and tell him 'forget it.'
But she stood her ground and moved forward to the bar, staring expectantly at him. "Aren't you going to buy me a drink?"
He smirked smugly, "Liquid Cocaine," he held up two fingers, and did a small motion that Naminé didn't see.
She waited only a moment before a shot glass was handed to her, and she peered inside, wondering what it was. Peppermint Schapps was as crazy as it got for her, so she hoped he wasn't being mean.
As she tilted her head back, simultaneously with him, liquor stung her throat, and she flinched back as she felt it slide into her stomach like jello.
But seeing his expression when he knew the alcohol was getting to her made her narrow her eyes. Naminé loved challenges, and his smug face made her want to drink more…
She wanted to swipe that nasty grin off his cute little lips…
After ordering more drinks, they moved onto the dance floor: something that besides art, Naminé was best at. Though she barely flaunted it, she excelled past even Kairi in this department.
The alcohol was seeping into her system now, and she knew as a new song started and she closed her eyes, she would be in for it as she let loose.
Roxas grabbed her waist, and he felt her slowly begin to loosen up and push hard against him. He grinned, and threw down the rest of his shot, flicking his glass into the hands of the nearest person, so he could grip her petite body properly.
This girl was different, she was tough… Roxas liked tough… This was good: She didn't even want to know his name…
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A/N: So I can't tell if that was good or bad – I just sort of wrote whatever came to mind first. I actually am starting to form a plot for this, so hopefully it's pretty good :D
Review? Tell me how you liked it, or if you didn't haha!
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