I could feel the beads of sweat rolling down my neck as I danced very bouncily along with the crowd of people that occupied my apartment. I was extremely happy with the way things had turned out. I had now decided that whenever I was going to have a party, Roxas and Axel were most definitely going to be my planners. Throughout the day, the two had taken all of my furniture; aside from my long black couch that was pushed against the wall, and put it upstairs into the two bedrooms. They had decorated my house with black and blue drapery everywhere, along with many things that glowed. My kitchen had been turned into an amazing bar, and my television replaced by a huge stereo. I was sure to get complaints about the noise.
After a few songs of nonstop dancing, and the occasional glance at an ever-laughing Riku at the bar, I decided that I had let my throat go dry long enough- it was time to get a drink. I carefully weaved my way through the throng of dancers, over to the bar. I took my seat right next to Riku's, pulling up a Vault energy drink from behind the counter. Compared to the three empty beer glasses in front of Riku, my drink looked like a juice box.
"Sorraaa! Why only that? Come onnn looozen up! Have a REAL drink!" Riku slurred putting an arm around my shoulder.
"Sorry, I like to keep a clear head when I'm in a room full of drunks!" I grinned. Riku burst out into the laugh that I so loved to hear, nearly falling out of his chair.
"Your so funnies Sora! But really, I have to tell you something." He informed me, his expression changing from "Drunk off his ass" to "Drunk off his 'SERIOUS' ass".
"I…. want…. to be a pirate. I have always wanted to be a pirate! I don't know what this whole, ninja pirate fight is, but pirates are way better. They have cool hats…and boats!" He gasped excitedly.
At this, I couldn't help but laugh until I was crying along with him, even though my cheeks started hurting from smiling too much. He seemed to do that a lot…. Make me smile, that is.
As we laughed, my mind once again shifted to its state of curiosity. This here, was a conversation worth saving. Who wouldn't want to read about Riku's pirate dreams? Still…. I was utterly confused. I just couldn't put my foot on what the hell the document was about. I felt as if I should probably keep my nose out of it, but if it had to do with me, then didn't I have a right to know what it was? Besides. Riku was a good friend. It wouldn't be anything bad, I was sure of it.
Right…?
I couldn't recall ever doing anything that might have pissed him off. I know I was a little weird to begin with, but wasn't he a little strange as well?
Sighing, I let my head drop into my hands, as theory after theory played through my mind, on what the document could possibly contain.
Still, I had to see it.
But Riku couldn't know. He couldn't know what I was doing.
Placing a small peck on the cheek of a very happy Riku, I whispered something about having to use the bathroom into his ear. I slid off the stool and pushed my way pass all of the dancers once more, and started upstairs. I hoped that in Riku's drunken state, he wouldn't even notice I had left. And if he did, I didn't think he would be able to make it off of the stool.
Creeping quietly down the hallway, I kept my eyes on the doorway that was to Riku's room.
I suddenly understood why people chose Ninja's over Pirates. They were WAY stealthier.
When I finally reached Riku's room after many attempted ninja dodge rolls, I could feel my breath shorten, and my heartbeat quicken. I knew I shouldn't have been in there. What I was doing was very, VERY wrong. At first, these thoughts had stopped me in my tracks. I was standing in the middle of his room, only a few inches away from his desk, and thoughts of giving up crossed my mind. I almost gave in.
Almost.
Sitting down in the desk chair, I opened the laptop, touching it as little as possible, feeling somewhat shameful as I did so.
As if it were fate, the very document that was in the middle of the screen, waiting for me to click, was "Sora.doc". At this point, I didn't have any room, or time, to debate with myself. It was now or never, and I wasn't going to wait for never.
Double-clicking the document, it sprang to life and opened lovingly, waiting for me to read it.
And so it began.
My eyes scanned quickly over the words, though I was sure not to miss anything.
My jaw dropped just a little more with each line, my heart slowing just a tad with each paragraph.
By page five I was finished. I couldn't possibly read any further. My brain was fried; my heart felt like it had stopped, and my jaw could go no further. I closed the laptop a little more slowly than when I had opened it, and stood silently. It wasn't like I was trying to act like a ninja or anything, but when you were this awestruck, it was kind of hard not to. I dragged myself down the hallway and once again down the stairs. I could tell I must have looked a little strange, because when I had made it to the bottom, the dancers were at a complete halt, Roxas looked absolutely furious at Axel, and Riku; suddenly sober, was rushing over to me.
It was just like in one of the movies, when something really conflicting happens, things in your eyes go extremely slow, and everybody's voices seem kind of distant, if not completely muted. Yes…like that. The difference? The only one I could see was the Riku. I couldn't understand HIM clearly, but I understood his document.
So, with a swift move of my right hand, I left a mark on his left cheek.
It was around this time when everything sped up, and people started clearing out. Riku was shying away from me slightly, holding the welt on his cheek, and Roxas had stormed out of the room already.
"...Why?" was all I could muster.
A/N: I know this chapter is EXCRUTIATINGLY short, but please bear with me. I'm five pages into chapter nine and you can expect it either really late tonight, or really early tomorrow. It's going to be LONG in order to make up for this chapters shortness. Thanks so much for reading, and be expecting a new story.
It's going to be fantastic. : D
3 to all of you
Ten-Second-Tom
