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I just barely made it…It's the last day of May. So this is updated just in time.

-Point of View: Namine-

Now, we are the month of May. It's been three months. Even with Riku's best friend invading my circle of friends, they've been absolutely amazing. Let me explain that: After Sora fell on top of Kairi, the two of them just started to spend more and more time together. Even though the two of them were trying to be less obvious and more gradual about their relationship, it was pretty damn obvious that they were together. Roxas and I were also trying to be as cautious around Sora as possible – just in case he had spent so much time with Riku that he was entirely untrustworthy – while attempting to be discreet about it. I'm still not sure if the two of us were successful. But eventually, all four of us were acceptable of each other's relationship.

Well…except for the one between me and Roxas. Kairi still hasn't found out about what happened that night in February. She doesn't know about what Sora and Riku did to me and Roxas. Neither she, Sora nor Riku know about that little – oh, bull; the weekend-long – make-out session between the two of us. And since then, Roxas has been trying to stay friends, as am I. But it's really difficult. You don't even know how many times I've had to fight the urge to kiss him in the middle of the hallway. I don't even know why the two of us are fighting it, anyway…

I throw my stuff into my locker, frustrated. By now, I don't even have to remember the combination. I stopped attempting to remember about two months ago.

My bag slings over my shoulder just as Roxas comes up to me. There's a look of relief in his eyes at the sight of me. His blue, caring, passionate… Damnit, I'm pathetic.

"Hey, Namine," he greets with a steady, smooth voice.

"Hey, Roxas. Where's Kairi?" I ask, hoping my tone mirrors his.

"With Sora, of course," he answers. Kairi and Sora have been inseparable since she got the 'okay' from me. I've gotten over the awkwardness of their relationship. I'm sure Roxas has. I'm positive that Riku hasn't.

"Namine, uh, I was wondering," Roxas begins. Wait a minute… "Do you want to come over tonight?"

Memories flood through my mind. The sensation of his lips against mine. How his body matched perfectly to mine. Everything about that night in February, as well as the weekend, replay for the thousandth time in my head.

"Sure," I say shakily, grinning widely like an idiot. He smiles warmly and says that he'll meet me on the bus.

After he's gone, I lean on my locker, sighing as if I'm one of those girls in a cliché high-school-romance movie. A few minutes later, I walk out of the door of the school. The second I step out of the shiny silver door, something doesn't feel right.

And it's not just the fact that it's rainy and cloudy as hell today.

Through the dark windows of my yellow bus, which is right in front of the brick school, I see Roxas waving to me. In the seat behind him, I see Kairi and Sora, making out. I let out a small chuckle.

Suddenly, two hands reach out and grab my elbows. Whoever it is stands behind me, so I can't yet see the pursuer. By the strong grip, I assume that the person is male. He shoves me in between the front of my bus and the rear of another. I am taken to a parking spot intended for a handicapped person. Oh, this guy's definitely an asshole to take away a handicapped parking spot.

There is a black car in said parking spot. I am pushed into it. While this happens, my eyes catch a glimpse of him. I gasp.

Not again.

-Point of View: Roxas-

Ever since the February incident, I haven't had the guts to ask her out again. Now, she's coming to my house today!

Listen to me. I sound like an excited little kid.

As I stare out the bus window, Namine exits Ansem High. Her beautiful, clear blue eyes look into mine, and I wave to her as I smile.

Before she can even take one step towards the bus, a familiar face grabs her from behind and forces her to his car.

I know that face. That bitchy face. That face that I've wanted to rearrange for months.

Riku. Here we go again.

I turn to Kairi, who's making out with Sora. I feel a combination of anger and…jealousy. I really shouldn't feel that jealousy. It's been almost a year, after all…

"Xehanort! Open the door for me!" I shout to the bus driver. At first, he looks back at me with annoyance…until he looks to his left at my best friend being kidnapped. He nods and wraps his hand around a red lever.

I yell a thank you to him as I turn around and push Kairi and Sora apart. "What the hell, Roxas?" they both snap at me.

"Maybe you didn't notice, Kairi, but your best friend is getting kidnapped…" I turn to Sora. "…By his best friend!"

"Wait, Riku?" Sora whispers.

"Yes, Sora," I growl. "He's trying it again." I make sure to say this softly enough to keep Kairi from hearing it.

They both jolt up, and the three of us rush out of the bus just in time to see Riku's car drive away.

SORA'S POV

Riku promised. When I started going out with Kairi, he promised he wouldn't hurt her anymore. Namine and I are friends – now, anyway. More than that, she's my girlfriend's best friend!

"Where the fuck are they going this time?" Roxas demands, seemingly to no one in particular, but I know he's talking to me.

"This…time…?" Kairi wonders. Obviously, the other two never told her. Well, I'm not going to be the one to tell her.

Roxas glances at me out of the corner of his eye. "Sora."

My head tilts up as I close my eyes. Think, Sora, think – did Riku ever say anything about this?

"Sora," Roxas repeats, starting to sound a bit worried. I attempt to block his voice out of my head. This begins to become a little harder when Kairi joins Roxas in calling my name.

After a minute, I remember something Riku told me a week ago.

Riku sat next to me at lunch. He seemed still pissed about what happened three months before.

"Dude, are you still hung up on that?" I teased. In response, he glared at me.

"They're going to pay," Riku growled, just quiet enough for me, and only me, to hear.

"Seriously, Riku, it's been three months. You need to move on," I comforted my best friend.

Ever since Roxas and Namine almost got him arrested, Riku's been obsessed with revenge. All of his plots have failed, since the two never took notice of anything he attempted.

It was like he wasn't even my friend anymore.

"7508. Fig," Riku stated.

What the fuck, I thought.

How didn't I see it before? 7508 Fig Road. That's where he's taking her. Back then, he'd probably told me just in case I wanted to tag along.

Three words: No fucking way.

"I know where he's going," I confess.

Kairi asks "How?" just as Roxas asks "Where?"

"Riku told me something about 7508 Fig Road last week. This must be what he meant," I answer, fighting to keep my voice steady.

Both of them nod, and we run, since Kairi's, Will's and Namine'sbus already left. We don't need to say anything, because we know what that street is infamous for.

AUSTYN'S POV

What the fuck is going on? Is this supposed to be some kind of revenge? My eyes look at my physical state.

Riku must be so pleased that I am clad in this today: a low-cut black button-up T-shirt and short shorts that are the same color. For one thing, I'm going to be sweaty as hell, seeing as that's how hot it is today – especially in this damn car. Also, that leaves a lot of exposed skin for Riku.

Damn that name.

Instead of asking questions or taunting, I pay attention to the outside; the surroundings; the streets. Then Riku turns onto Fig Road.

Oh, you haven't heard of it? Fig Road is basically an abandoned street, except for a few houses, as well as quite a few man-whores and sluts – essentially, sex freaks – that roam the street. To summarize it, the streets a screwing-ground – literally.

Oh, shit. Now I get it. He must be extremely pleased at my attire, when I think about it.

As he jerks to a stop, I fall off the seats onto my backpack. The door swings open. With my black sneakers – damnit, I was in the mood for black today, wasn't I? – I kick aimlessly. I am nowhere near successful. Riku's hands wrap around my ankles and slam them in the doorway of the vehicle to restrain my legs.

Why don't I punch him, you may ask? Well, after I fell to the floor of the car a few seconds ago, I fell on my back, which didn't leave me much space for maneuvering.

I am dragged out of the car by my ankles. My head hits the pavement multiple times. I feel a scrape on my scalp. Great, now there's blood in my blond hair. That won't be obvious.

Suddenly, Riku stops and releases his hold on my ankles.

This is my chance, I think. As fast as I can, I jump to my feet. However, thanks to the number of blows to my head, I sway a little. This gives him the opportunity to pick me up bridal style. My head is still spinning, so I don't bother fighting him.

I feel the pressure as Riku walks up the steps. When he reaches the top one, he stops again. He lets go of me again. But this time, he makes sure that he lets me go at the right angle. And by that, I mean the right angle that would make my head hit the bottom step with full force.

As the edge collides with the back of my cranium, a shallow breath escapes through my lips.

I don't feel pain. I don't see Riku.

I feel nothing. I see darkness.

…Well…that was a fun read, wasn't it?

You know, I'm surprised that no one – on any of the writing websites that I am a member of – has called me insane yet. But no, that doesn't give you an invitation to just because I say this.

R/R/KR!