MANDATORY AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys . . . First off, I keep forgetting to put my author's notes lol. Secondly, yes the rating went up and yes there is a lemon. Get reading, hehe!
DISCLAIMER: This disclaimer applies to the entire story. Kingdom Hearts and any and all things having to do with it do not belong to me. However, the plot and plot events are entirely MINE, along with the band Destiny's Embrace, the use of the word Hikari as a name, and the characters' personalities.
NOTES: This story has now gone up in rating. It is rated M from here on out. There is a LEMON in this chapter.
ENJOY!
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Chapter Seven
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The first thing that Kairi did when she woke up on Thursday morning was text Vanitas. She did find him attractive, but she was also so mad at Sora that she couldn't seestraight. Who was he to be acting like he was the victim, saying that he needed her? What the actual fuck? Sora had never been that kind-of guy. He had always been selfless, caring, and kind. He had been clumsy and a little oblivious, granted, but he was still a great guy. But now he was just a dick, an asshole, a jerk, a douche bag . . . The list goes on.
Hey, good morning :) Kairi sent to Vanitas, tossing her phone onto her bed as she got up to get ready. If she had thought she was playing with fire before, now she was standing right in center of the inferno. Sora had been angry at the rumor of Vanitas and her hooking up; if it were true, how would he feel?
Kairi didn't care. He deserved to feel rejected. He hated her, anyway, so why did he even care what she did or who she dated? Vanitas may have been his twin, but he was his own person, and if Kairi wanted to get with him, then it really wasn't any of Sora's business.
But was it wrong to start dating someone purely out of spite? Kairi liked Vanitas, but she liked Sora more. She knew that she was only showing interest in Vanitas now because Sora had gotten so up in arms about it. It was like when a son or daughter does something specifically because their parents tell them not to do it. Only Kairi's situation was way more confusing because Sora had made it abundantly clear that he despised her very being . . . But now he suddenly thought he had a say in her life decisions? Well, fuck him.
What's up, road block? Came Vanitas's reply.
Kairi smirked as she picked up her phone and tapped out a reply. Getting dressed ;p Wbu?
Pics or it didn't happen.
Haha, you wish.
Kairi turned away from her "sordid" conversation and went to her closet to pick out something to wear. Part of her wanted to just throw on sweatpants and wallow in her misery, but the part of her that wanted to get a rise out of Sora told her that wasn't the best option. She wanted to piss him off, and the best way to do that was to get Vanitas's attention. Obviously, he went to Destiny High now, since she'd seen him in the hall that week, so whatever she chose had to be something that would get him to notice her.
Memory came trotting into her walk-in closet and plopped down, watching Kairi flit about the small room rummaging through her clothes collection.
"Short skirt? No . . . Tight pants? Meh . . . How about an LBD?" She waved a piece of black fabric about in front of Memory's nose. The dog blinked and wagged her tail a little bit, and Kairi sighed in defeat. Who was she kidding? No matter how hot she looked, there would most likely be someone who looked better than her. Especially Namine with her perfect skin, and now that she thought about it . . . What did Sora's girlfriend look like? Was she pretty? Did she have curves, where Kairi did not? Kairi had always been a stick of a thing with chicken legs and no matter how much she ate, she could never seem to gain any weight. Her breasts were a B-cup at best.
'What does Sora even like?' she thought miserably, then quickly corrected herself. 'I mean Vanitas. This is about trying to get Vanitas to notice me. Hmph.'
Kairi stamped each of her feet in turn, wishing that it weren't so hard to be a girl. She began her search anew, knowing that she didn't have much time before school anyway, and settled upon a pair of leather leggings, a white oversized shirt, and the black wedge heels she'd worn at The Secret Spot the past weekend. It was simple, but the legging-wedge combination made her legs look phenomenal, and she was sure it would get someone's attention, if not Vanitas's.
Kairi went into the bathroom, taking her phone with her and setting it on the counter while she finished getting ready. Memory followed close behind, hopping up onto the closed toilet seat and watching her curiously as she put on some false lashes, dark eyeshadow, and blush.
The phone buzzed, so Kairi glanced down at it.
So when we gonna hang out, girl? Vanitas had asked, ignoring her question asking him what he was doing. Kairi pursed her lips. Perhaps Vanitas's intentions with her weren't as serious as she thought. Perhaps he truly did just want to upgrade her to groupie status and hook up? It would certainly make things easier for her, but at the same time . . . When she actually thought about doing things with Vanitas, it scared her. Riku was her first and her only, and since that hadn't been consensual, Kairi's mindset was completely backwards.
Kairi shook the thoughts from her head—she was getting ahead of herself. Who knew what Vanitas wanted? He probably just wanted to make out with her, like they had in her car. She replied to him quickly.
Tonight, if you want. She answered, remembering that she had the sleepover at Olette's the following day.
Cool. You wanna come over, maybe watch the band practice?
Kairi felt her heart skip a beat. Come over? To Sora's? She'd be there to see Vanitas, of course, but . . . Then Sora would see them together. Her eyes flashed. God, she was going to get herself in trouble. It had to be because she was a redhead. Redheads were feisty.
Sure! She replied, and so the deal with the Devil was made.
~x~
"You guys, I'm going to freak. Out," Kairi groaned in the Art room at lunch.
"Why?" Olette asked. She was busy trying to paint Namine's likeness on canvas, and it wasn't going so well. The brunette held up her hands as if trying to envision Namine's face in a frame, her tongue hanging slightly out of her mouth as she thought. She went back to painting, her eyes never leaving Namine's features for more than a moment.
"Because she's going to go to Sora's tonight," Namine teased from her place on the stool in the center of the room.
"No!" Fuu gasped, handing Olette a fresh wheel of colorful paint.
"Yup," Namine giggled.
"Oh, come off it, Nami," Kairi said with a roll of her eyes. "I'm going there to hang out with his brother, Vanitas."
Olette and Fuu stared at her in slack-jawed shock.
"V-Vanitas?" Fuu whispered.
"As in . . . The Vanitas? The lead screamer of Destiny's Embrace?!" Olette squealed.
"Do you guys know another Vanitas Yoshimura?" Kairi asked sarcastically. She leaned back in her seat at one of the tables, sighing heavily. "I'm not as psyched about it as you, though."
"Why not?" Olette handed her paintbrush to Fuu, who took over the painting of Namine, and then came around to slam her hands down on the table in front of Kairi.
"Because," Kairi replied. "I don't want Vanitas. I want Sora."
Olette put her hands on her hips. "Kairi Frierson, you're being ridiculous. Vanitas looks just like him, and he's like, literally so hot."
"Yeah, but so is Sora," Kairi countered, raising her eyebrows.
"That is a fact that cannot be denied!" Olette exclaimed. "But nevertheless . . . Sora is a douche bag, and Vanitas . . . Well, he isn't. So why are you going to freak out?"
"Becauuuuuse," Kairi whined. "He totally wants to hook up, but I don't know what exactly that entails. That, and what if Sora and I get into another fight, or something?"
"Just ignore Sora, for one," Namine suggested. "And for two, what's so bad about hooking up with Vanitas?"
"Namine," Kairi said flatly, fixing her with a deadpan Are you serious? look.
Namine sighed. "Kairi, Vanitas isn't Riku, and you can't live your life in a sexless hole. You'll never get anywhere."
Kairi and Olette narrowed their eyes at the smug-looking blonde. Somehow, they knew she was hinting at something.
"Namine . . ." Kairi asked slowly. "Have you hooked up with anyone since Riku?"
Namine's sly grin shocked them all. "I have a boyfriend," she announced.
"Boyfriend?!" Fuu cried.
"You do?!" Olette added, jumping up and down excitedly. "Who is it?"
"What in the—? Namine!" Kairi shook her head slowly in astonishment. "I had no idea!"
Namine fluttered her eyelashes and blew them all a kiss. "A girl like me never reveals her secrets~!"
Kairi threw her head back and laughed incredulously. This was insane! Namine had been so shy and quiet when they'd first met, awkward even. And here she was, saying she had a boyfriend? It had been two years since her relationship with Riku, but . . . It was just insane!
"Okay, come on, Nami," Kairi pleaded. "You have to tell us! You can't drop a bomb like that and not tell us who he is."
"You're gonna laugh," she grinned.
"Tell ussssssss," Olette begged.
"RoxasYoshimura."
Olette started screaming, Fuu dropped her paintbrush, and Kairi did laugh. Roxas was Sora and Vanitas's cousin! He was the other guitarist in Destiny's Embrace! He was the boy that Kairi had once dumped soda on at a family reunion of Sora's the Summer of the year she turned ten! Namine was dating him?
"Holy shit, Namine," Kairi remarked. "That's . . . Wow."
Namine smirked. "Yep. So I know that it's totally okay for you to hook up with Vanitas, Kairi." She resumed the position she had been poised in for the painting.
Kairi continued to shake her head as Olette and Namine engaged in a conversation about how she had started dating Roxas, her thoughts drifting off into another world. She couldn't believe that Namine was dating Roxas, of all people. Namine was so sweet and gentle, and Roxas was in a band that was anything but. It really was cute, though, and a little bit inspirational. If Namine could recover from her rape, then perhaps Kairi could someday, too.
After lunch, Kairi headed to Home Ec in high spirits. She was starting to think that Namine's fascination with the Law of Attraction was what had brought her to happiness and healing. Kairi wanted to feel that way. She wanted to be able to think so optimistically that nothing but good things happened to her, and be able to say that she reached enlightenment all with the power of her own mind.
Hips swaying slightly from her heels, Kairi walked to her locker and opened it to retrieve her binder from inside of it. She didn't expect Sora to show up to class today, and she had managed to do the homework without him just fine. Their project was completely caught up, though it wasn't really much of "theirs" anymore, now was it? The thought of his slacking off made her jaw clench in anger, but that thought was soon blown from her mind when just as she was closing her locker, someone else closed it for her, and forcefully so.
"Hey!" Kairi cried out in annoyance, swirling around to see Sora standing there.
"So you were lying, weren't you?" he hissed.
Kairi looked around surreptitiously, seeing that the other students in the crowded hall were watching them again. They were always watching Kairi. They may not be bullying her anymore now that she had friends, but they were still very much invested in her life and what she was doing. This encounter with Sora was just going to be another thing to add to their repertoire of things to say about her. She glared up at Sora, recalling the argument they'd had over the phone, and replied to him.
"I wasn't lying about anything, Sora," she said calmly. "I have never lied to you. You just think I am."
Sora shook his head in repulsion. "So now you're just gonna lie to my face again? Wow, Kairi. Wow. You think I'm stupid? I know you're coming over to hang out with my brother!"
Kairi imploded. "Who the fuck cares?! I'll do whatever I want! If Vanitas wants to hang out, I'm not going to tell him no!"
"Well, you should!" he yelled back, adjusting the strap on his messenger bag. He was wearing a long-sleeved gray shirt with a hood on it and black skinny jeans today, and he looked gorgeous, but Kairi purposefully fixated on her anger so as not to get distracted. She wasn't going to let him treat her the way he had been. Not anymore.
"Why, Sora?" she snarled, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling his face down close to hers. "You jealous?"
Sora's eyes flashed, and all in one swift move, he had her pinned up against her locker, hands by her head. He glowered at her, looking as if he wanted to murder her, but Kairi merely smirked.
"Careful, So-ra," she said. "Everyone's watching. They might think you're into the 'school slut.'"
"You're a bitch," he spat, tightening his hold on her wrist.
"And you're a jerk," she shot back. "You don't get to tell me who I can and can't date. You're not my boyfriend, and you never were."
Something came to his eyes for a brief moment—some sort of emotion that Kairi couldn't place—and then he turned his face away from her. His spiky hair drooped forward, bangs shrouding his eyes, and Kairi could feel his body shaking. There was obviously something on his mind, but she didn't think she'd be hearing what it was anytime soon. Either way, she was just glad that she was finally standing up to him. He was the one who had hurt her, and he needed to be put in his place some way or another.
"Well, Kairi," he said slowly, and when his eyes met hers again, she lost her breath. He leaned forward again, and Kairi went rigid when his breath tickled her ear. "Whose fault is that?"
Then he was gone, and Kairi didn't think he'd be coming to Home Ec that day.
The redhead glared around at the kids who were staring at her. "What are you looking at?!" she shouted angrily. "Go back to being the stupid sheep you are."
She stormed off, whipping out her phone to text Vanitas. She couldn't believe Sora's gall. What did he mean by 'whose fault is that'? What the Hell? Pinning her to a locker and manhandling her? What was that? What the Hell?! She was so angry now that there was a red haze at the corners of her vision. She wanted him to pay for everything he'd done to her.
Hey, she texted Sora's twin. Instead of going to your house, let's go to mine . . . I have something for you. ;)
'You want to fight, Sora?' Kairi thought bitterly. 'Then let's fucking fight.'
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When school let out, Kairi was still seething about her argument with Sora. He hadn't gone to Home Ec, as she had expected, but at that particular point in time, she didn't care. She just didn't care anymore, and she was going to get back at him one way or another.
Kairi headed out to her car, eyes poring over the texts she had gotten from her friends while she was in class. It felt nice to actually have a reason to look at her phone, and the smile on her face could attest to that. Olette, Namine, and Fuu were mostly just wishing her luck with Vanitas, but there was one text from Vanitas saying that he'd meet her at her car, and which one was it?
As she quickly typed out a response, she didn't have time to look up before she reached her parking spot. There was someone standing there already, and that someone was not Vanitas. When she saw just who it was, she dropped her phone, her purse, and her backpack to the concrete and stared at him in shock.
"Riku?" she whispered, automatically taking a step back.
The silverette was leaning up against the driver's side of her car, looking tall and imposing in grey skinny jeans and a red-and-white plaid button up. His muscular arms were crossed, and now that Kairi was up close to him, she could see that he had pierced his septum since she'd last seen him in Junior year. He ran a hand through his hair and fixed her with the piercing aquamarine eyes that haunted her every single night.
"Wh-Why are you here?" Kairi gasped, starting to shake with terror.
"Can we talk, Kairi?" he asked, arching one eyebrow at her.
"No!" she cried. "Just go away!"
"Can't do that, little sis." The nickname he'd used countless times when he was having his way with her caused a chill to crawl up her spine. Riku came toward her, saying, "We haven't seen each other in months. I just wanna talk to you."
"Get off of me!" she screamed when he grabbed her wrist to keep her from running off. Tears came to her eyes as memory after memory assailed her, and she wondered why in the Hell Sora didn't believe her. Would a liar react like this?
"Calm down," he said, his voice eerily calm. He grabbed her upper arms so tightly that it hurt and pushed his face close to hers. "Don't fight. I just want to talk to you."
"Please, Riku," she wailed, feeling completely and uselessly weak. "Please, just leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to talk to you ever again!"
Fear. Quite possibly the most hated emotion, yet the one that makes you feel the most alive. Your heart races and your blood curdles and you just want to die because anything is better than being afraid of what lies around the next corner. Kairi was so scared that she wanted to keel over and pass away right in the parking lot of the school. Riku was the monster in her darkest dreams, and he was standing here in front of her, holding her in his wicked claws. She wept openly, because she wanted him to know that he frightened her, and because she was too weak to push him away.
"Hey!"
Riku let go of Kairi as if she were on fire the second Vanitas came jogging up, and he gave his friend a small smirk.
"Hey, Vani," he said, as though he hadn't just been grabbing Kairi forcefully in public.
Vanitas took Kairi's arm gently in his hand, his brow furrowing as he looked at the rapidly-forming bruises underneath her shoulder. Kairi wiped her tears and blushed—she saw so much of Sora in him that it was almost painful. Sora used to look over her wounds like that, when she fell off the swings or hurt herself while playing outside.
"What the Hell is your problem, Riku?" Vanitas whirled on Riku and reached out to shove him backward a few feet. "You can't just grab a girl like that!"
"I wasn't grabbing her that hard, dude," Riku protested. "Quit freaking out!"
Vanitas glared at him for a second longer before he turned back to Kairi. "Let's get out of here, okay?"
Kairi sniffled and nodded numbly, allowing Vanitas to usher her to her car and open the door for her. As she climbed in, Vanitas threw Riku one last withering look.
"It's best if you just stay away from your sister, all right, man?" Vanitas advised him. "It doesn't look good for you."
Riku crossed his arms. "All right," he said begrudgingly.
Vanitas shut her door and walked around the car. Kairi couldn't help but frown. The way Vanitas had said that . . . It was almost as if he believed that Riku had raped her, but that he didn't disagree with it. Not that he agreed and thought it was a good thing, just that he simply didn't disagree with what Riku had done.
Was it really a good idea to invite Vanitas over? Kairi wasn't so sure anymore.
As they drove, Kairi did her best to reign in her emotions and put on a smile for Vanitas. She put in a Suicide Silence album and turned it down enough so that they could hear each other talk, and shot him a coy smile.
"Thanks for rescuing me back there," she said. "That was pretty cool of you."
"No prob," he said, leaning back in his seat in a relaxed manner. He was wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a black-and-white striped tank top today, his casual coordinate only serving to make him look more attractive. His orange eyes seemed to twinkle when he grinned at her, and Kairi had to look away before he reminded her too much of Sora.
"I live pretty far out," Kairi told him, hands at ten and two on the wheel. "I hope you don't mind . . ."
"Where do you live?" he asked, banging his head slightly to the song that was playing. He was attentive to the conversation, but Kairi could tell that he was pretty into the music. She knew she'd be headbanging, too, if she weren't so nervous being in the car with him. The closer they got to the hills, the more edgy she got. She had no idea what was going to happen when they got to her house, but she knew what to expect.
Was she ready for that, though? After the way she had reacted to seeing Riku, she didn't know.
"I live out in the hills, in my own apartment," Kairi said. "My parents pay for it, as long as I promise to pass my classes and go to college."
"Wow, that's pretty sweet," Vanitas replied. "Sora and I live with Roxas now. As soon as we turned eighteen and got signed, we got the fuck out of there."
Kairi frowned, for she remembered the twins' parents as being kind people. Of course, they hadn't believed her story about Riku, either, but that was beside the point. She shot Vanitas a fleeting glance, wanting to keep her eyes on the road.
"How come?" she asked.
"No real reason," Vanitas shrugged. "We just wanted to be independent and . . . Well, okaasan didn't really like our music."
"Not a fan of hardcore?" Kairi raised one eyebrow.
Vanitas chuckled, "Not so much. We needed practice space and a studio, so we moved to a house with Roxas, turned the garage into a studio, and now it's all chill."
"That's pretty cool" Kairi remarked, feeling pleased that things were going so well with her and Vanitas. It was actually pretty easy to converse with him, and he didn't seem like he was planning on having sex with her, or anything. She wondered if maybe he would be fine with watching a movie and eating dinner on her couch? Her smile widened. She could have a fun time with Vanitas and piss Sora off at the same time, and it was great! Sora didn't have to know the details of their hang out. He was going to assume they'd had sex either way, so if they didn't, her plan would still work.
Ah, the mind of a spiteful woman scorned.
"So what's up next for the band?" Kairi asked, giddy at the thought of things actually working out the way she wanted them to. "Shows? Albums? Anything?"
"We have Battle of the Bands on Halloween," Vanitas said. "It's on the mainland—in Traverse Town."
"Neat," Kairi gushed. "I'll have to go see it."
"Yeah, you'd better." She looked at him, and he gave her a half-smile that mirrored the one Sora always used to give her, and her heart fluttered. She turned her eyes to the road again and changed the subject.
"So what do you think of this Marriage Project?" she asked. "The one Sora and I are doing."
"I think he's being an asswipe!" Vanitas laughed, much to Kairi's surprise. "He knows if he doesn't graduate, then he's gonna have to go live back home again. I don't know why he's insisting on being such a fucking dick."
"Did you know he never helps me with any of it?" Kairi said. "None! He skips Home Ec all the time and every time we try to make plans to work on the homework, we get into a huge fight and nothing ever comes of it."
"Shiiiit," Vanitas scowled. "Sora's just an all-around jerk these days. Ever since . . ." He trailed off, and Kairi perked up. Maybe she would get some of the answers she was looking for out of Vanitas?
"Ever since what?"
"Well . . ." Vanitas flicked his chin-length bangs out of his eyes. "Our uncle died last year, right about the time you . . . Well, you know, told everyone what happened to you. He was pretty broken up about it."
Kairi's heart stopped in her chest and she nearly crashed into the car in the next lane on the freeway. She stared at Vanitas in alarm. "What?" she asked in disbelief. "Which uncle?"
"Roxas's dad," Vanitas clarified with a sad smile. "He was Sora's favorite uncle—taught him to play the guitar, you know. But yeah, it happened like literally, a week or so before you told. He stayed home from school for so long."
"I thought he was . . . Sick," Kairi said, feeling her stomach twist and turn with nausea. How could she have been so oblivious, so blind to Sora's emotions? Was that why he hated her so much? Why he kept saying that she just wanted attention? But nobody had told her Sora's uncle died! How could Sora expect her to just know that kind of thing? And that didn't excuse his horrible behavior and mistreatment! She could understand if he felt hurt and upset, but why didn't he just talk to her? Why did he push her away and call her scum?
"In a sense," Vanitas said with a sigh. "He was hella fucking sick. He couldn't eat anything and he lost a ton of weight. He changed after that, man, I don't know . . . Then we started the band, and he started dating Xion, and he changed even more, and now . . . I don't even really know who he is anymore."
"Me neither," Kairi whispered, blinking back tears. This whole situation was fucked up.
There was a long silence for a moment before Vanitas suddenly said, "I'm sorry, you know."
"For what?"
"The way Sora treated you. The way everyone treated you. I know we didn't know each other that well at the time, but . . . It was really fucked up of everyone to just toss you to the side like that. Shiiiiiit, man, I wouldn't even know what to do if that were me."
Kairi held her breath. "Do you believe me?"
". . . Yeah."
Kairi smiled to herself. "Well . . . You don't have anything to apologize for. It's not like you did anything wrong."
"Sora's my brother, my twin." He sighed. "I'm responsible for the way he treats his girl."
"Girl?" Kairi arched one eyebrow. "I'm not his girl."
"Yeah, well you were. Or at least, he thought so."
Kairi's heart skipped a beat. "He called me his . . . Girl?"
"Chyeah," Vanitas snorted. "When you guys were best friends, as far as he was concerned, you were his."
"But we weren't dating," Kairi protested. "We never were!"
"I know," Vanitas said. "Sora didn't mean it like that. He meant it like, I don't know . . . You were just his. But anyways, it doesn't matter anymore, does it? He's a total douche bag, and his girlfriend is a bitch, and they deserve each other."
"You sound like you really don't like her."
"She's my ex—of course I don't like her."
Kairi winced. Sora was dating his twin brother's ex? That had to hurt . . . But then did that mean something for her and Vanitas? Kairi and Sora had never dated, but maybe in some weird way, her and Vanitas hanging out was sort-of the same thing?
Kairi pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex, her mind whirling with all sorts of new thoughts. She was still angry with Sora, but the only difference was that now she really wanted to talk to him. Maybe it wasn't that he didn't believe her, he just was hurt and mad at her. He would definitely have some serious apologizing to do, if he was at all willing, because you didn't throw away your best friend. You just didn't, not after what Riku had done.
She was glad that Vanitas believed her, though. It seemed like as long as she was given the chance to explain her side, people were quick to understand and believe. Fuu, Olette, Vanitas, Tidus, Namine . . . all people who were on her side.
For the first time in months, Kairi finally didn't feel quite so alone.
"Just go ahead and lock the door behind you," Kairi said as they entered her dark apartment. Memory immediately came to greet them, barking and jumping up and down excitedly. Kairi leaned down to pet her and give her kisses, and she heard the front door locking after Vanitas closed it.
Kairi let Memory go and then stood up, moving to turn on the light. A hand on her shoulder stopped her though, turning her back around. Confused, Kairi opened her mouth to speak . . .
. . . But was silenced by another pair of lips, crashing down against hers softly yet feverishly. She gasped in surprise, giving Vanitas the chance to slip his tongue inside her mouth and engage hers in a passionate dance. He pushed her against the door in the darkness, hands sliding up and down her arms in a way that rose goosebumps along her flesh. Surprised though she was, Kairi knew this was bound to happen, so she threw herself into the kiss with gusto, threading her fingers through his silken charcoal-black spikes and tugging him as close as she dared.
Did Kairi really still want to spite Sora? Now that she knew the truth about why he was so angry with her in the beginning, she didn't know if her heart was quite in it. More than anything, she wanted him back and right now, making out with Vanitas wasn't going to get her any closer to that ending to her story. Sure, it was making her body tingle all the way down to her toes, the way he was holding her face with one hand and slipping his fingers beneath her shirt to touch her back with the other, but it wasn't what she truly wanted.
What she truly wanted was Sora.
Kairi gently pushed him away, panting, "Are you hungry? I can cook."
"I'm hungry, all right," he growled, pressing his hips against hers and brushing their noses together. "But yeah, what did you have in mind?"
Kairi turned around and turned the light on, wandering over to the refrigerator. She peered inside, trying to ignore the feeling of Vanitas's eyes burning into her backside, and selected some porkchops that were thawed out. She held them up, and he nodded appreciatively.
"I love porkchops, dude," he said with a grin.
'So did Sora . . .' Kairi thought, preparing to cook the food. She seasoned it the way she remembered Sora liked it to be, put it on a pan, and then slid it into the oven.
"It should only take like an hour," she informed him. No sooner than the words had left her lips did she feel Vanitas's hands tickling her sides and his lips ghosting along the top of her shoulder. She shivered and placed her hands on the edge of the counter, closing her eyes. God, she wished that it was Sora that was doing this to her. Vanitas trailed a scorching hot path of kisses up the side of her neck, laving his tongue against her hot flesh, and Kairi allowed herself to pretend that it was Sora. Before she knew it, a small moan had escaped her lips, causing Vanitas to stop briefly and chuckle against the shell of her ear.
"S-Sorry," Kairi apologized breathlessly, blushing bright red. Well, she had certainly never made a sound like that before, her only other sexual contact having been with Riku, so she was pretty darn mortified.
"Nah," he laughed, causing her to shudder as his breath hit her skin. "It was hot."
He spun her around and lifted her up onto the counter, mashing his lips against hers in the process. He held nothing back as he kissed her, his hands exploring the front of her torso with wild abandon. He cupped her breasts roughly through her shirt and she broke the kiss to gasp aloud in shock, leaning back on her hands to keep herself from falling forward. Vanitas stood in between her legs, smirking up at her devilishly.
"Too fast?" he queried, a slight tease in his tone.
Blushing, Kairi shook her head vigorously, because as long as she closed her eyes, she could let her mind wander. She could imagine that she was with Sora, and then it wasn't as frightening. As if it wasn't thrilling enough to be making out wildly with one of the lead members of Destiny's Embrace, for her, being with Sora would be ten times more thrilling.
Five seconds later, they were kissing their way down the hallway, pushing each other up against the walls and nibbling and biting at one another's lips hungrily. Vanitas tried to ask whose room was the one with the letters on it, but Kairi quickly shut him up when she pulled at the hem of his shirt, bringing it up over his head. She immediately ran her hands all over his chiseled abs and chest, pretending that it was Sora's skin she was touching, and pushed him into her dark bedroom. Memory was barking obnoxiously at their feet, but neither of them paid any heed to it.
Kairi shoved Vanitas down onto the bed, only slightly aware of what she was getting herself into. She hadn't acted promiscuous like this since before she'd found out that she was pregnant, and only when she'd been at Olette's house parties. Even then, though, she hadn't been like this. She never would have torn off a guy's shirt and pushed him into her bed. And she certainly never would had crawled on top of him, straddled his hips, and started kissing his neck. But this wasn't back then—this was now, and she was eighteen, and this boy looked exactly like the boy she loved most.
"Damn, girl," Vanitas groaned when she curved her tongue around his earlobe and ground her hips against his. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her waist and gasped at her ministrations, obviously having much more in mind than simple kissing. He ran his hands down to her backside, slipping them underneath the waistband of her leggings to grip her bottom and pulled her against his arousal.
Kairi cried out in shock when he suddenly rolled them over and began to kiss her again, pulling her shirt off and palming each one of her small breasts in hand. She arched her back up into his touch, her mind reeling from the rapid pace at which they were going. Namine had said that it was okay to hook up with guys, that it didn't make her slutty, but . . . Was it really about being slutty? Kairi's body was responsive, but her mind and heart just weren't in it. She didn't want to pretend that Vanitas was Sora.
She wanted Sora.
One thing led to another, and then Kairi was naked beneath an equally nude Vanitas, feeling him moving against her, hissing and groaning in her ear. He rested his forehead against her shoulder as he slid into her core to the hilt, filling her completely to the brim. Kairi gasped and curled her toes into the blankets, visions of Sora dancing in her head, and clutched him even closer.
"Ah, fuck, you're so tight," Vanitas moaned, possessively grabbing her hips and pinning them down to the mattress as he began to thrust in and out of her petite body. He watched his own movements, obviously gaining tremendous amounts of enjoyment from it. His sunset-colored eyes blazed brightly through the dark room, leaving no part of her body unviewed, lingering on her scars and cuts before returning to look at her breasts. He said nothing about her wounds, his mind seeming to be much too preoccupied.
Kairi bit her bottom lip and threw her head back. It felt good, so good, but it wasn't everything she wanted. She could feel his pulsating member hitting spots inside of her that made her see stars and whimper in delight, but it just . . . He wasn't Sora. Kairi had never thought about having sex with Sora, but now that his twin brother was on top of her, doing things to her that she had never experienced on her own free will before, it was all she could think about.
There was only one instance where Sora and Kairi had done anything sexual of any sort, and it was something that neither of them ever talked about or mentioned ever again after it had happened. They had been studying together at his house late one Tuesday night the Winter Break of their Freshman year, talking about movies that they wanted to see together on Christmas after their family dinners were over. Sora had been adamant about seeing the sequel to some superhero movie, but Kairi had wanted to see a horror movie because she had no idea what movie he was talking about.
"No way, Sora," Kairi said, tucking a strand of her short hair behind her ear. "That movie is going to be retarded."
"Aw, come on, Kai!" Sora hung upside down over the edge of his bed, grinning goofily at her. "How can you say that if you've never seen the first one?"
Kairi shot him a murderous glare and playfully smacked him on the nose with her pencil. "Not only have I not seen it, Sora, I haven't even heard of it. And I don't care to. No. We're gonna go see—"
"Kaiiiiiriiiii," he sang into her ear, causing a strange shock to go through her body. She shivered and clapped a hand over her ear, looking at him in angered bewilderment. She didn't like when he did things like that. It freaked her out because it made her lower body feel all tingly and weird, and sometimes it made her think of Riku and the things he did to her. Did Sora want to do those things, too?
Sora merely smiled like the idiot he sometimes was and slid to the floor beside her, batting his eyelashes pleadingly.
"Sora, no," she said firmly. "Superhero movies are dumb."
"That's it!" he said, grabbing her hand and dragging her to her feet. "We're gonna go watch it." He pulled her out into the empty hallway of his house and lowered his voice to a whisper, seeing as his parents were asleep. Kairi could see his twin brother's light on in his bedroom, but they tip-toed past it nonetheless, and then bounded down the stairs two at a time.
Sora shoved her down onto the couch and went to put the DVD in, swearing to her that it was the "greatest movie ever" and that she had to watch it to fully appreciate its genius. He'd turned off the lights, plopped down on the opposite side of the couch, and turned his full attention to the TV screen.
Kairi had a short attention span. Very short. Like . . . Ridiculously short. Not to mention, she was picky. If it wasn't something she truly wanted to do, she lost interest with the snap of her fingers, and that was that. So needless to say, Kairi hated superhero movies, and she very quickly found that she was not going to be able to focus on the film.
"Sora, we have homework!" she whispered. "Shouldn't we—"
"Shh," he said harshly, never taking his eyes off the movie.
Kairi's eyes blazed and she kicked him in the thigh. "Don't tell me to shush! You know I'll beat you up if you do!"
"Kairi, shh!" He glowered at her and threw a pillow in her direction. Then, he grabbed the remote and turned it up a few notches. Sora hated to be interrupted during movies, Kairi knew, but now that he'd already irritated her by forcing her to watch this sack of crap, she was going to make this Hell for him.
"That's it . . ." she muttered, lunging toward him to steal the remote. She snatched it out of his hand before he knew what was happening and scooted back across the couch. She pressed pause on the player and turned off the TV, sticking out her tongue smugly when she caught the look of horrified disbelief that plastered itself on his face. He was pretty cute when he was cross with her, with that bushy hair and those bright blue eyes, but now wasn't the time to focus on that. Now, it was time to quickly hide the remote behind her back and lay on it before Sora got the chance to take it back!
"You-!" He cursed in Japanese and whirled on her. "You're gonna regret that!"
Kairi wrinkled her nose teasingly at him. "Nah nah nah nah nah!"
"Kairi, give it back!" he whispered, so his parents didn't wake up and catch them downstairs. Kairi wasn't even technically supposed to still be at the house—she was supposed to have gone home hours ago. "No sleepovers" now that they were older, was their parents' rule.
"Nope."
"Please?"
"Nadda."
"Aw, but I wanna watch my movie," he pouted.
"Too bad," she laughed. "We're just gonna sit here in the dark and listen to our own breathing."
"That's weird, though."
"Don't care."
So they sat there for a few moments, Kairi feeling triumphant and Sora feeling miffed, until all-of-a-sudden, Sora attacked! He threw himself across the couch, falling on top of her and tickling her sides wildly. She immediately started laughing, squirming beneath him as he exploited her biggest weakness.
"N-No fair, S-Sora!" she cried. "No fair!"
"Shh," he laughed merrily. "You'll wake up my parents . . . Now gimme the remote!"
"Never!" She cried, shoving upward with all of her might and sending Sora toppling over onto the floor. Yelping in surprise, he grabbed onto the edge of her dress at the last moment and pulled her down with him. She rolled onto him, head on his stomach, and both of them laughing as they caught their breath. The remote lay untouched on the couch, so Kairi had technically still won, in her opinion.
Just as she was about to sit up and grab the item in question, though, Sora shifted beneath her and his knee brushed the area in-between her legs. A very strange, very new feeling went sizzling through her entire body, head to toe, and she immediately froze. She whimpered, hands on the floor on either side of her and cheeks hot with a cherry-red blush.
What . . . Was that?
"S-Sorry, Kairi," Sora stammered, his voice catching in his throat. He started to move again, but the position was the same—his kneecap rubbed against her, causing her body to jolt and her eyes to go wide. She stared down at her best friend in confusion, the darkness hiding their blushes as they tried to make sense of just what was going on.
"Sora, what was . . . ?"
He quickly pushed her off of him, laughing somewhat nervously as he grabbed the remote.
"Haha, I win!" he exclaimed, and the fun was back on.
"Hey!" Kairi whined. "No fair!"
Kairi lunged for him again, trying to grab the remote that he was holding just out of reach, ultimately putting them into another compromising position. The fifteen-year-old Sora was sitting with his back to the couch, his arm outstretched above and behind him with the remote in hand. The fourteen-almost-fifteen-year-old Kairi was on her knees, one on either side of his left thigh, as she grabbed his shoulder with one hand and reached for the remote with the other. The two of them laughed and struggled for a moment, until when his other hand moved between them to tickle her belly, she wriggled in such a way as to make his hand accidentally slip lower. His knuckle brushed her sacred area, and it happened again. The sudden movement, the strange feeling in her body, and a silence as thick as a blanket settled over them.
Sora asked shakily, "K-Kairi, are y-you okay?"
"Sora," she whispered, her breaths coming in short, quiet, and fast. "What just . . . Huh?" Both of her hands were on his shoulders now, her chest inches from his as they both panted for air. His hand was still between them, though closer to her belly button now, and Kairi was finding it difficult to string together lucid thought. She had never before felt anything like what she had just felt, and while it had felt strange . . . She wanted to feel it again.
Their eyes met, blue on blue, and understanding passed between them that could only be explained by the fact that they were best friends, and had been for six years now. His hand slowly slid downward, his heart beating loud enough for her to hear it, and he lightly brushed his fingertip against her panties. Kairi tensed up and gasped, because the feeling went through her again, this time going straight to her lower stomach and gathering there in a pool of liquid fire. Where it had been sort-of chilly in the room before, it was now unbearably warm, and Kairi could feel sweat beading at her temples. Something in the back of her head told her that she was treading dangerous waters, but then a much louder voice said to her, "Doesn't Riku ask you to do this stuff to him? Maybe this is why . . ."
But wasn't it wrong? Wasn't it wrong to do this kind of stuff with your best friend? Kairi had had a major crush on him since she was thirteen, but they weren't boyfriend-and-girlfriend—they were just best friends. She couldn't imagine doing the kinds of things Riku forced her to do—the gross thing where he put himself inside of her or made her touch him—with Sora, because those things hurt and made her feel bad. But for some reason, when Sora had just touched her, it hadn't felt bad at all.
It had felt kinda . . . Good?
"D-Do it again," she breathed, brow furrowing thoughtfully as she licked her lips and waited for Sora to continue.
Sora merely nodded and did as she asked, applying a little more pressure. The response in her body was immediate and intense and Kairi nearly cried out. She collapsed against him, deciding that even if it felt good, it frightened her, and she didn't want to be scared. She was always scared at night, because that was when Riku came and did bad things to her. She started to cry softly, so Sora panicked and wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm sorry, Kairi!" he said sincerely, resting his head on top of hers. "I didn't mean to hurt you . . . I wasn't . . . I'm sorry . . ."
"Sora, can I please sleep over?" she murmured, feeling as if she were eight-years-old again. "If I go home, the monster's gonna come."
"But what if we get in trouble?" He asked worriedly.
"Sora, we won't, I promise!" She started to cry harder, burying her face in his chest and curling up against him. "Please? I'll sleep on the floor and I'll leave through the window in the morning!"
"O-Okay . . ."
She didn't sleep on the floor though. She slept next to him in his bed, like they sometimes had when they were children, and was fast asleep within moments. When they woke up, of course they got in trouble, grounded, and all sorts of bad things, but it didn't matter. Because Sora was always there for her, no matter what, and she knew it.
Kairi felt her body tense up and that tantalizing fire danced its way through her nerves as she came. She threw her arms around Vanitas's neck, gasping into his ear and barely managing to stop herself from saying Sora's name instead of his. Her elbow-length hair fell forward as he rolled them back over so that she was on top and thrust upward so quickly that she could hardly take a deep breath. He reached his peak soon after, his body tensing and stomach muscles rippling forcefully.
"Fuck," he cursed, laughing somewhat mischievously after pulling out of her. "Shit, girl, you're good."
"Th-Thanks," Kairi panted, lying exhausted on her back and gazing over at Vanitas.
Why couldn't it be Sora?
As Vanitas got up and pulled his clothes back on, Kairi wondered what it would feel like to sleep next to Sora again, his arms enveloping her and protecting her from the monsters. It would be different now, though, because they were older and had so much history between them. She imagined that Sora would be gentle with her, caressing her and kissing her as if she were made of gold. He wouldn't get up right after, either. He would stay there, kissing her to sleep, and she would be happy again.
God, something was wrong with her.
Kairi suddenly sat up straight.
'The porkchops!'
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A/N: Heh ehehe heeehehe I hope you guys liked the lemon, lol. Not as graphic as I've made them in the past, but meh. It was only a VanxKai lemon, so bleargh. If you guys don't think it made sense for Kairi to have sex with Vani, then bye. Nothing makes sense in this world, okie dokie. Kairi's eighteen, so she can do wuteva. Also, Vanitas looks exactly like Sora, and she's in love with Sora, so yeah yeah yeah ok bye.
BY THE WAY don't forget that Kairi is barren and cannot have children, which is why she slept with Vanitas without protection. I mentioned that in a previous chapter.
That is all.
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