A/N:
Sporky: World, forgive me, for this terribly long chapter.
Axel: But we never got our--
Sporky: Answers? You won't be getting them. -evil-
Axel: ...jerk.
Sporky: Wh-what? NOOOOOOO!!!!! T-T Take it back, take it back...!!
Lee: -trapped in a basement somewhere- This is rather...unpleasant.
Disclaimer: Don't hate me because it's a long chapter, please. It's probably my least-favorite chapter, because it's so long, and so poorly written. But I don't own KH. I own Syra. X3
...I will not beg for reviews. -shifty eyes-

Riku shut his locker, only to find me standing beside him. I strained to keep my expression not angry.

"Oh, you came to school today," Riku said, looking past me. "And you're talking to me." He eyed me. "You sick?"

I looked at the ground. "Of course not. Don't be absurd."

"Then...why are you willingly talking to me?" Riku asked.

"I'm still technically your girlfriend," I muttered, still not wanting to look at him. "And if I break up with you so fast, the stupid children here might...get a little..."

"Geez, you're paranoid." Riku laughed. I glared at him. "What are you talking about?!"

"You don't want the kids to think you're a freak, is that it?" he laughed.

"No." I said. "I can't draw attention to myself."

"Tough luck, sis," Riku said, grinning. "Dating me's gonna get you a little too much attention for your taste."

"I'm fine." I said quickly. We began to walk down the hall in silence.

"You really hate it here, don't you?" Riku broke the silence.

"Yes." I said, not really wanting to talk to him more than nessicary.

"So," he kept going. "Why don't you just kill someone and leave? No one's forcing you to be here."

I remained silent, but I stopped scowling.

"Strike a nerve?" Riku asked smugly. I went back to scowling. "You say it so lightly. I can't just kill anyone..."

"Oh, but you can," Riku laughed.

I looked down. "Well, maybe I don't work that way."

"You haven't had a chance to feed in a while. That's why you fainted yesterday."

"Well I'm fine now." I said. There was another silence, this one longer.

"...why are you staying here? I mean, you hate me so much," he smiled as he said it.

"You take hatred to your liking?" I asked.

"Naw," he answered. "But I just don't think..."

I left him and walked into my geometry class, not caring about what he had to say.

After an hour of my life was wasted, I left my class and went for lunch. I didn't race as much as the other kids did; I never ate. I didn't need to.

"Riku probably does," I muttered, scowling at the name. The hallways were now empty.

"Who's he to say..."

"Leave."

I stopped, and wobbled a moment. Why did I think of--

"We don't want you here. Leave."

Breath was coming slowly now. "I didn't do anything..." I said subconciously.

"You don't belong here,"

"You never did."

"Emi?!" I gasped, and looked around, finding myself slumped against a locker, sitting. My eyes had been closed. I leaned my head back against the locker, thinking, just faint, they're at lunch...

Just faint...

"Emi, can you keep a secret?"

I was dreaming.

"Yeah Syra, sure."

I was eight, sitting on my bed. In my old house, the one I generally forgot. But for some reason, everything was there--the two beds, mine a baby blue, Emi's a pink. The faint yellow walls. There was a picture window with one curtain covering half of it, and outside was raining. Bookshelves were under the window, full of books, mostly Emi's. Her hair was black, like mine, but shorter. Her eyes were green. She was two years older than me.

"I...I think something's wrong with me."

"Syra, there's nothing wrong with you."

"No, really."

My present self shook her head. "I can wake up now,"

"Fine then." She put down a magazine she had been holding. "What's wrong."

"Something bit me..."

"I can wake up now," my 16-year-old voice said.

"What bit you? A dog?"

"No..."

"An animal? Do you need a shot?"

"No, not like that..."

I remembered pulling the corner of my shirt so that she could see the scar on my shoulder. She looked at me. "Syra, what happened?"

"Someone bit me!!" I was crying now. "It wasn't a person though!!"

She stepped back to look me over. I kept crying.

"Open your mouth."

"What?"

"Syra, open your mouth."

I had always looked up to Emi. She had always been there for me. I always wished that I could grow up to be just like her, nice, caring, smart...

I opened my mouth.

"Oh my God..."

She slapped me. I fell over. "What did I do?!" I cried.

"Go away,"

I stared at her.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!"

I didn't move. I didn't talk. But then, something inside me died. She ran around me and ran downstairs. I kept staring at space, where she had been, wondering why she had just...

"Syra?"

That was my father's voice. I got up slowly, and he called for me again. My being waited for me to think that she was going to apologize, but my head knew that wasn't going to happen.

I walked downstairs, and turned into the living room. My mother wasn't there. I don't remember when I saw her last. All I knew was that, at that moment, for whatever the reason, she wasn't there. My sister was behind my father.

"Come here." He said harshly. I stepped over, though I was frightened.

I seemed so small compared to them.

"Open your mouth," he said. I did as I was told. He examined it, then noticed the bite on my shoulder. "You were bitten?"

"I was what?" I asked, backing up. "I...I mean...is there something wrong with me?"

"Freak," Emi said, glaring at me.

I blinked, staring at the two of them.

"Leave."

I gasped.

"We don't want you here."

My voice was small. "I didn't do anything," I said faintly.

"You don't belong here." My father told me, turning away from me and back to my sister.

"You never did." Emi told me. I gulped. "Go away!!" she cried again.

My father turned back to me. "Don't come back, Syra," he said. "I don't want you to kill anymore than you have."

"I never killed anyone," my current self said. I didn't remember killing anyone.

"I...what?" I said. My thoughts silenced.

"Mom." Emi said.

They thought I killed mom.

"I didn't..."

"Yes you did!!" Emi laughed. "They found you with her!!"

When Daiki took me...

"I didn't though!!" I screamed.

...my mom was with me...

"Don't lie to us, you freak!!" Emi cried. My father grabbed my shirt, curling it up in his fist as he brought me to his face.

"Get out."

He dropped me, and I ran out, tears streaming. I ran as far as I could, into the forest that surrounded our house.

...he killed her.

"I didn't do anything."

I came back to myself, laying in the hallway, and, hardest to believe, crying.

"Mom..."

I opened my eyes, and sat up. My eyes were puffy and wet, and my face was red, so I decided to just leave school. Lunch still had another ten minutes, so I made my way around staff, claiming I was going back to my classroom to work on a project since I finished my lunch. The office didn't see me walk out the door.