Sorry it took so long...I've been busy with a play festival for school...god I'm so glad it's my last year.
Thanks again to Tinker16 who reviewed ch. 6. My mother would kick me out of the house as well. (which is why she will NEVER know I'm bi) Anyway, I'm glad you like it. YAY cookie!!
I hope you all keep reading! ...Don't get mad at me for this chapter! (you'll see)
Enjoy and review please! Thankies! :D
Disclaimer:(I keep forgeting about this)I don't own Kingdom Hearts or the characters. The only thing I own is my character Hitara.
flashback
Roxas was walking down a hallway in The Castle That Never Was, massaging his temples in an attempt to cease his throbbing headache. He seemed to be having a lot of those lately. He sighed and rubbed his aching eyes with gloved fingers. These dreams, he thought, are going to make me lose my mind. I don't even know who the hell Sora is! Why do I keep dreaming about him...Why does he seem so familiar?
The hallway opened up into the courtyard, the huge white fountain in the middle turned off for the night. Then again, it was always night in this world. Roxas kneeled on the fountain, dipping his fingers in the water, and touching his forehead with the cold liquid. That made his head feel a little better.
His cobalt blue eyes drifted up the side of the castle, looking at each window absent-mindly. They fell upon a balcony at the very top, blue flowers decorating the railing. "Hitara," he whispered. He wanted to talk to Axel about his strange dreams, but the red head was still on a mission. He had been gone for three days. He opened a portal of darkness and appeared in front of her door. He knocked lightly and said, "Hitara? Can I come in a minute?"
The door suddenly flew open, causing Roxas to jump, revealing a very stressed out Naminé standing there. "Roxas! Thank Kingdom Hearts! I've tried everything!"
"Naminé? What-"
She pressed a finger roughly to his lips and dragged him into the room, locking the door behind them. Roxas gasped when he saw Hitara. She was lying on her bed; her hands chained to the headboard. Her head was hanging down so her blonde hair obscured her face from view. There were blood spots soaked into the white fabric covering the mattress and the bottom of her blue dress. Blood lines were down her legs and there were cuts and bruises on her arms. "What the fuck?" Roxas breathed, "What happened-"
"Obviously more memory modification!" Naminé practically screamed.
"Calm down," Roxas said giving her a gentle shake.
"Sorry," the girl said taking in deep, slow breaths. "I can't get her to wake up...or detach her from her bed."
Roxas got the subtext and summoned one of his Keyblades. He held it up, a dark glow illuminating the tip and the locks on the chains snapped open. He and Naminé gently pulled the locks away, freeing Hitara's wrists which had lines of blood from the metal links. "Why would they keep torturing her? Who's doing this anyway?"
"Well," Naminé said sitting on the bed smoothing some of Hitara's hair out of her face, "Zexion was ordered to because Hitara created false memories for herself when she woke in Twilight Town. She wasn't found right away like you were. I don't know who did it this time. I just now got in here. As far as I know, none of this is working. The false chains of memories can't be broken. She's still convinced she had a heart." She grabbed a cloth and hurried into the bathroom. Roxas sighed and kneeled by the bed, not knowing how he could help. Naminé returned, the cloth dampened. She pressed it to Hitara's skin, trying to get the fresh cuts and gashes to stop bleeding.
Hitara suddenly groaned in pain and slowly opened her eyes. "Are you okay?" Roxas asked leaning over her.
"Of course she's not," Naminé said hitting him rather hard on the stomach.
"Ouch," he wheezed, "It's a standard question...forgive me!" Roxas glared at her.
"Hitara...who did this to you?"
The girl blinked and sighed. "I don't remember. I just remember something about me still having memory. What does that even mean?"
Roxas and Naminé exchanged a glance. Neither one knew how to word what they needed to tell her. "They want to break you so they can steal your heart!" Roxas stated suddenly. Naminé looked at him weird. "Once your heart is gone, you'd be a Nobody...just like us. Not to mention Kingdom Hearts would have one more heart."
"But why-" Hitara hissed through her teeth, sitting up and pulling her knees to her chest, rocking slowly.
"Hitara-" Roxas started.
"I think you better go. Thanks for the help Roxas."
He opened his mouth to say something but shut it, sighing. He got up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He walked down the hall to his room and opened the black and white door. No sooner had he stepped into the room, a blur of red and black attacked him...hugging him so hard and lifting him off his feet, spinning around the room. "Ow, Axel!" he wheezed struggling in the other man's arms. The red head put him down and kissed his forehead. "When'd you get back?"
"About ten minutes ago," Axel replied pulling Roxas against him. He kissed the younger boy fiercely, robbing the breath from both of them. "I missed you," he whispered huskily when he finally pulled away from the blonde only to attack his lips again with more force, dragging him to the bed.
Back in Hitara's room...Naminé smiled sadly, setting the damp cloth in a glass bowl on the night stand. "Thanks for helping me," Hitara whispered leaning back against her pillows.
"I only wish I could help you more." The younger blonde smiled sadly. "You don't belong here." She smoothed Hitara's hair out of her blue-green eyes. Without even thinking, she leaned close to her, pressing their lips together.
Hitara's eyes widened and she pushed Naminé off of her. "You don't like me that way, do you?" Naminé whispered, hurt in her voice.
Hitara sat up and said, "I-I don't know. Things are weird around here and I-"
Naminé quickly kissed her again. She pulled away and said, "I'm sorry. I've just been lonely so long. And you- never mind. Just, keep a strong will and they can't break you." With that, she left the room, leaving a highly confuse Hitara sitting on her bed, her hand at her lips...not knowing rather to be disgusted or happy.
"Just for five minutes...that's all I'm asking," Kairi said pulling on Sora's arm. They were both standing outside of Hot Topic while they waited on Riku and Hitara. The blonde girl had an eye for goth attire that Sora didn't and was apparently a better help getting an outfit for Riku together for tonight than he was. He thought everything looked good on Riku.
He pulled his arm out of her grip. "Why do you want to see me before the show?"
"To give you a good luck present." The redhead grinned at him.
"Okay. But it better not make me and Riku late."
"Of course not. I'll see you later then. Me and Hitara will be there at eight, okay?"
"Sure. We'll be backstage...door number 7 is ours." Kairi nodded. She hugged him quickly and walked off. Sora, out of habit, brushed his arms off where her hands had been.
"Well?"
Sora looked up and his jaw dropped when he saw Riku standing there in his new outfit. He was wearing black skinny jeans which had chains and straps crisscrossed all the way up his legs and over his hips. His white band tee had un-readable black graffiti and black angel wings spread in flight. Fish-net gloves clung to his arms and several chunky silver rings circled around his fingers. A spiky collar was around his neck and a red dagger was clipped onto his ear. "You...look..." Sora gulped, "Wow."
Riku chuckled and ruffled the brunette's hair. "Wait til you see him with his nails painted and eyeliner," Hitara said appearing on the boys right, a large black and red bag in her hands, "You won't be able too keep your hands off of him Sora."
"Shut up!" he squealed, pink tinging his cheeks.
Riku smiled and gave the brunette a quick hug, pressing their lips together. Sora threw his arms around Riku's neck moaning into the kiss, their tongues swirling around each other. Hitara cleared her throat. "Don't make me say 'get a room'," she said sarcastically.
Riku pulled away from the younger boy and said, "You just did," with a smirk.
Hitara opened her mouth and raised a finger to say something but stopped. She sighed and said, "Touché."
"Okay," Sora started, looking at his watch, "We have four hours until the show starts. What will we-"
"Practice our song a few more times, start getting ready, find you something to wear, and then leave," Riku finished.
"What are you wearing Sora?" Hitara asked.
"My dad's old ACDC shirt and ripped jeans?" he offered.
"...We can do better than that."
"Just don't goth me up," Sora whined, "That looks good on Riku, but me-"
"Don't kid yourself, everything looks good on me," Riku said smiling evilly at him.
Sora blushed again, looking away from the silverette.
"You won't look like a goth, I promise," Hitara said, "Now, can we go back to your house? I want to hear you guys rehearse."
...
Kairi and Hitara pushed through the crowd gathered at the front of the club where the karaoke contest was being held that night. Red ropes were holding the crowd back and a huge fat bouncer was at the door. His black sunglasses blocked his eyes from view and he was wearing a tee-shirt with the club's logo. "How are we suppose to get in?" Hitara yelled over all the people and music pouring from inside.
Kairi grinned and held up two pale yellow slips of paper. "Why, with a golden ticket of course."
"...That was lame Kairi."
She shrugged and handed the tickets to the bouncer who nodded and unhooked one of the ropes, letting the girls through. They walked in the door into the club, strobe lights flashing...an awesome laser light show on stage as well as a band. "What gives?" Hitara said loudly as she and Kairi made their way to the back stage doors, "I thought this was a karaoke contest? Those guys are a full blown rock band!"
"It's Battle of the Bands night!" Kairi yelled back. "Karaoke doesn't start until 8:45."
"Oh! Okay!" Hitara grabbed her wrist as they pushed their way through people, finally making it to the back stage door. The two girls slipped into the narrow hallway. Hitara breathed a sigh of relief. "I hate crowds," she whispered, "I wonder why there wasn't a bouncer at this door?"
"Who knows? Help me find door seven." They hurried down the hall.
Door seven was at the very end of the hall, seven painted on the black wood in bright red paint. Kairi didn't even bother knocking and let herself in. Hitara sighed and followed her, hoping the boys hands were to themselves.
Sora was standing in front of a large vanity, looking very pale under all of the white lights around the mirror. He was staring angrily at his reflection. "Riku, this eyeliner looks really stupid on me!" he whined, "And I hate this slave bracelet."
Riku, who was sitting on an orange couch, completely ready from what Hitara could tell, simply replied, "The slave bracelet and eyeliner look damn sexy on you Sora. You're not taking them off."
Hitara nervously cleared her throat causing both boys to look at her and Kairi. Sora blushed. "Hi Kairi. Hi Hitara."
"Not nervous are you?" Kairi teased, apparently not catching what Riku had said.
"No," Sora said with a smile. Riku rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his magazine. "I'm excited. So, what did you want to give me?"
"Is there a next room?"
"Yeah. This dressing room is connected to the one next door and no one's using it tonight."
"Great. We can talk in there." She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door, closing it behind her.
Hitara looked around the room at all of the rock posters that were tacked to the walls. A water fountain was in the corner. Random signatures littered the make-up table, most not even legible. "So," she started looking at Riku, "Are you nervous?"
"Not at all. Though I'm a little-" He was cut off by something hitting the wall in the next room. He and Hitara exchanged a strange look and slowly walked to the door. Riku opened it and gasped. Sora and Kairi were on the floor...Sora on top of her...locked at the lips. Riku's jaw dropped.
Sora sat up abruptly glaring at Kairi. His eyes widened with shock when he saw Riku standing in the doorway. "Riku! That wasn't what it looked-"
"Like I fucking care!" the silverette yelled, enraged with jealously, "I should've known you were just using me. You're nothing but a little whore!" He stormed out of the room and back into the hall. Hitara jumped up and followed him.
Sora let out a hurt noise and shouted, "Riku! Wait! It's not- she attacked me!" He jumped up to follow him but Kairi grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him against her. For her size, she was strong.
"He said get lost Sora...you have me now."
"I don't want you!" He shoved her away, causing her to fall backwards on her butt. He ran out the door into the hall, but Riku was already gone. Tears started pouring down his face. He sat down on the couch.
Kairi smiled, actually amused at his pain, and wrapped her arms around him. He pushed her away and yelled, "Don't you fucking touch me!!" She blinked at his use of words. Sora NEVER cursed. "Thanks to you, the love of my life hates me! He probably never wants to talk to me again!"
"Sora..." Kairi started. She thought for sure he would fall into her arms after being rejected by Riku.
Sora actually took a swing at her, hitting her square in the jaw. "I hate you Kairi!" With that, he ran out of the room, still sobbing.
Kairi was left alone, sitting on the floor, holding her face which had been cut into thanks to Sora's ring. For once, everything didn't go as she planned.
yay! Sora punched Kairi!...I wish I could do that.
A/N please review :D
