Author's Note: hiya guys! welcome back! sorry for the lateness stuff, but heck! i'm pulling in another chappie again! (oh yeah, remember to review on previous chappies... sometimes my writing can get complicated...) ... well... i don't think i have much more to say, so er.... yeeeaahhh.... i think i'll just start the story now... and don't be surprised if something pops up outta nowhere... as you'll probably have gotten used to right now, my stuff wanders... oh, and i never got to finish FF7, so if i get anything wrong, then.... welllll.... yeah, inform me, and also, i'm changing Sephiroth's KH form a bit and twist around the characters some (just ta warn ya)... oh, and has anyone noticed that this is a Riku fic, since you already get enough of Sora (Kingdom Hearts Two!!! Yay!!!) in the first game, so it's Riku's turn now! (Two Keyblades!!! Yay!! Riku's baddass!! I love him even more!! *huggles Riku*) ... *cough* ... er... email me for more infoooooo!!! er, if ya need or want or dare to have it and uh... er... well, whatever now... on with the...
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Chapter Thirteen
Riku shook his head before turning to head inside the bar. sadness had overcome his heart for the fact that Sora was no longer at his side. Plagued with the thought of having lost Sora once more, Riku glared at the ground, frustrated. Inside, after pacing the swinging doors, Riku saw that all present were looking in his direction. Silence etched the air, tension building. Riku took his place next to Roz again, conscious of the eyes on him, watching his every move and slight motion. As he sat and faced all those faces, he could tell that they had listened to what was talked about outside.
Riku furrowed his eyes, disappointed at his friends' behavior, and yet, not so surprised they did so. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but thought against it, shaking his head slightly. He turned away, waving a hand toward the crowd, dismissing whatever they might have thought of to say or do. Shortly after a pause, he got up and left for outside, walking down the steps leading to and from Tifa's bar, and toward the exit of the Slums.
Roz watched Riku go silently, a frown upon her face. When he was well gone, she let out an enormous sigh, her breath unconcsiously held in earlier. She shook her head, a mix of feelings withing her, all negative.
"Riku..." she whispered, her head bowed.
A silence followed after that for some time until Barret cleared his throat. "Da boy looks like Sephiroth..."
Roz lifted her head, staring at Barret. Sephiroth? Sephiroth and herself were aquaintances. "Sephiroth?"
Cloud nodded, pushing away from his spot on the wall and sat down at the bar, near Tifa and Marlene who still clinged to Tifa. "He does..."
Tifa's eyes flared. "But why? How can Riku look so much like that monster?"
Cloud snapped at her, his smile bitter. "Sephiroth isn't a monster, he never was. He only had minor problems. Sephiroth was a toy to his mother's biddings for a time until he ruled over her, and then was a marionette to time and fate as it took over him. I was as well, I was part of him and that insidious plot of destruction. We all were."
Tifa winced before nodding, looking away as Cloud stared at her harshly. "I'm sorry, Cloud, but... I can't just forget what happened not too long ago..."
Barret nodded. "None of us can, Tifa."
Cloud shook his head. "No... none of us can..." he said, his voice soft and barely audible as if he was talking to himself.
Roz frowned. "What happened back then? As far as I've heard, Sephiroth seemed an okay guy... until I've heard such bad things from you."
Cloud titled his head, looking in Roz's direction. "Sephiroth was a special project created by a docter named Gast. See, I as well was a project, but a failed type. Out of all the expirements, Sephiroth turned out the one with perfect marks and the one to succeed in fufilling Docter Gast's and Professor Hojo's crazy dream and project. When gast died, hojo took over and went crazy, making prototypes that turned into monsters and hidious things. But still, Sephiroth was the first to succeed and was Hojo's 'beloved son'--even if not his own. Jenova was another creation by these two mad men and with Jenova, the Calamity of the Skies, cells were used to enhance one's abilities. To those who were created and infused with Mako in them were considered Jenova's 'children'. Like I said, I too was one of those who were infected, and that's why I was the one who surpassed the others in the group, though they gerw stronger quite well, and was the only one who could actually beat Sephiroth in his crazed state. Jenova was the cause of Gaia's near destruction, Jenova drove Sephiroth to calling upon the Black Materia and Meteor, the cause of Aeris having to give her body up to call upon Holy to stop Meteor, the cause of everyone's hatred, the cause of the war between the nations, the cause of so much bloodshed, the cause of so many failiars and projects until Sephiroth came, and the cause of Sephiroth's madness..." Cloud's voice trailed at the last part, bowing his head as past memories came upon him. The pain he felt, the blood he saw, the deaths he witnessed, the destruction of so many people and things, and the dying of the planet. All that he saw, hear, smelled, tasted, and more, all of that flashed through him and all through-out his body like drugs on over-drive.
Seeing Cloud could not continue, Tifa and the others continued the story for the others to hear, Roz asking and making comments every now and then to strike further detail. When the whole story was spilled, Roz sat back in her seat, shocked, surprised, and confused all at once. But what question dawned in her head was: "Was Riku and Sephiroth related?" Probably not, they acted differently, but still...
Roz shook her head, not wanting another problem and question to deal with, and got up, stretching. She turned her attention to her friends and signalled for them to hit the sack and rest for the day. They could inform the others later about their encounter with Sora, and all that after they regained their energy. Riku, on the other hand. would be left alone to figure out himself and his thoughts and feelings.
When Roz booked a room for herself and those who could fit in the room, at the hotel while the rest slept in the AVALANCHE meeting room under Tifa's bar. Roz could not sleep well, knowing that Riku was somewhere out there, wandering who knows where in the middle of the night. But eventually, after tossing and turning, she fell into a fitful sleep, but sleep none-the-less.
Riku stopped by the Wall Market in Sector 6 of Midgar. Lights shown brightly in this place. He stopped by a hidden alley just before Don's mansion where, as he hear, the blasted man picked up women and sluts off the street to have "fun" with. In the alley, Riku saw an enormous pole that led up, far above the Slums and the Wall Market. Riku shook his head as he leaned against the graffiti wall. Riku looked up at the unwholesome dark sky, pain stiking him from deep within.
/No peace... No salvation... No silence... No natural beauty... Nothing. I... I miss you. You are lost from me, so lost... I see you, but every time I reach, you are being pulled away from me. What can I do?\
"What can I do...?" Riku thought aloud, closing his eyes as his face was tilted toward the night's sky. "You are gone and lost... I cannot reach you... Help me, I cannot find my way... Where are you? I can't see. You are not there anymore. I can't find you. Where...? Where?!"
Riku fell silent, and soon let his head drop forward, his eyes still shut. His chin rested on his chest as his breath slowed in a matter of minutes, bringing the stricken boy to sleep. A figure came up to him, smiling at the sleeping boy before him. He scooped the boy up and entered the shadows once more with the boy in his arms.
Riku awoke with a major headache. By his dark surroundings, it seemed to him it was still night time. He wondered how long it was that he was asleep. Was it the same day? Or possibly the next night? It couldn't have been longer then one day's sleep or else Roz or someone would have called the gaurds and look for him. Riku looked around him to realize he was not right by the large pole in the alleyway in the Wall Market anymore. But... where was he?
Riku tried to move, but a hand soon was laud on his shoulder and kept him from rising. Riku protested by pushing against the hand's will, but soon enough, he grew tired and slumped back down to the position he was before. He grumbled to himself, looking off to the side, away from where the hand was on his shoulder.
"You certainly are stubborn," came a voice, probably the owner of the hand, Riku thought.
Riku scoffed. "Yeah? So?"
The voice laughed, not menacing or harsh, or carrying a hint of malice and evil in it, but a kind laugh that showed that this person wasn't all too bad. "Come now, boy. Get up, you aren't locked up or anything. I didn't do anything to you, so get up."
Riku obeyed only because he wanted to get up in the first place. A flick of silver appeared in the corner of his vision, and he thought that it might have been his hair, but when he moved his hand to brush back and stray locks, he realized that it wasn't his hair that he saw. Shaking off the thought, Riku turned to face a dark silhouette, the figure almost invisible in the darkness with the clothing they wore.
"Mind telling me where I am?" Riku asked, a hand on his hip.
Again, the voice laughed. "Boy, don't stand like that too much. You make yourself look like a girl."
Riku glared at this person, annoyed. He took his hand away from his hip only to switch his weight from one leg to another. "Would you just get on with it? I hate it how you're mocking me and laughing at me. tell me who you are."
The person's laugh subsided. "Not yet, boy. Wait until you have sight again. Then I will answer you questions."
Riku growled inwardly. "Okay then," he said, irritated. "Then lead me, Oh Annoying One, to where I can see."
Riku saw a slight movement and guessed the person was shrugging by the sound of their clothes shifting slightly. "If you wish."
A hand was laid on the boy's shoulder and he was led to where light was supposedly present. When light came into his vision, he hand to sheild his eyes from the sudden flare. When his eyes adjusted, his blinked several times, noticing that they had stopped but the person's hand had not yet left his shoulder. Riku took thi chance to look at his captor, but his eyes suddenly widened at the person who seemed like a taller and an older him. Riku gaped at this person and wondered if this was a dream or something of that sort where he was halucinating or dillusional.
"You... look like me. Or... I look like you!" Riku exclaimed, stepping back from his older-looking self.
His older self shook his head, laughing quietly. "No I am not. I am not you, nor you am I. But it is remarkable how we look alike. But if you notice, your eyes are a mix of blue and green, making it similar to turquise, but mine are enhanced with Mako and pure green."
Riku stared at the man's eyes as he pointed to them with is finger. The man was right. He DID have green eyes, much like that of a cat's, with a strange glow to them as if they glowed in the dark just like a cat's. Riku stared on until he felt a sqeeze on his shoulder, pulling him from his wandering thoughts. He realized that the man never let go of him as if he expected him to run.
Riku furrowed his brows as he turned to face the man again. "Who ARE you?"
The man smiled, a weird haunting smile that sent a made the hairs on the back of Riku's neck stand on end. Riku opened his mouth as if to say something, but was left with his jaw slightly slacked, his eyes glazed over as if transfixed by the man's very exsistance, let alone him being right there in front of him, smiling down as him in his bone-chilling way.
The man stopped smiling and stared straight into this boy's eyes, trying to fathom what was wrong with him, why he was acting so. He didn't know the boy that oddly resembled him in looks and actions, as well as emotions and attitude, especially in front of him so.
"Boy..."
Riku faultered, his balance swaying as he felt something tugging at him. Inside him... He felt like falling, and yet being held back as well.
"Boy..." was the last thing he heard or saw from the present world until he gave into the pulling and let himself fall... Fall into the unknown where darkness probably lay...
Darkness... where light cannot penetrate and cannot protect you from... the unknown. Where all or any or nothing could happen... Where death or pain could await...
Darkness was where he was heading... where he was falling... where he could not escape... Not alone.
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AN: okay, okay... kinda weird and out of the blue like always, but heck... it's short too, but still... it's a chapter so deal with it. but more-over, i'll put in a special edition of my stupid talk show since i haven't for a while...
Me: Okay! I'm back and ready for action! Let's start with Riku! *Riku comes out* Okay! You've met Sephi, so-- *ducks at a flying Masamune* er... anyway, so how do you feel about him?
Riku: *shrugs* He's okay. He's supposed to play a good, decent role in this story, right? So, he's okay. And besides, didn't someone want you to put him in?
Me: *nods* Right. So, I decided to add him in with a special role. what he does, I cannot yet reveal, but that's alright. Anyway, moving on. Sora has a split personality and I bet there are a few out there who are wondering what is up with this boy. Right?
Sora: *comes out* Hey, it's not like I'm not alive and deaf y'know! *sits by Riku* I have a split personality and that's okay. it's better that way. Isn't it that I'm having an inner battle with myself and the darkness within me and when I'm rational and nice to Riku *pokes Riku* it's because I have some or all control of myself and my body?
Me: *nods* Indeed. But moreover, has enyone noticed that my story is heading in what could possibly be 5000 different directions?? *turns to audience* HAS anyone?
Audience: *several people raise their hand*
Me: Ahh.... good.
Sora: I don't get it, why does Roz have such a big role in this story? Isn't she only supposed to be important in Part 2?
Me: *shrug* Yeah, but heck, I want her to be made known first.
Riku: She already IS too well damn known!
Roz: *stomps in and hits Riku in the back of the head* Hey! I heard that!
Riku: *rolls eyes* Like you couldn't? I know you aren't deaf. I said it on purpose, you moron.
Roz: *glares and smacks Riku again*
Sora: *jumps up* Hey! Don't hit him!
Roz: *narrows eyes* You're defending him?
Sora: Of course! I love him!
Riku: *sweatdrop* Sora... Oh god....
Me: *sweatdrop* Um... Anyway, I was reading my first ficcie for Kh: "Unexpected," and I just realized that some of that is childish and somewhat stupid. Some people have read it and liked it, but still, it's short, stupid, and silly. The plot may be okay, but the way I worded it was a bit... how you say... well... I have not the word I want to use, but that's alright. The point is that I may rewrite Unexpected to become a better story and may even add more to it and such. I would like opinion on that and if there are any suggestions what-so-ever on the story, or anything I should improve (don't mention spelling, I already know), or change, or fix, or add, or whatever. Okay? please?
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Chapter Thirteen
Riku shook his head before turning to head inside the bar. sadness had overcome his heart for the fact that Sora was no longer at his side. Plagued with the thought of having lost Sora once more, Riku glared at the ground, frustrated. Inside, after pacing the swinging doors, Riku saw that all present were looking in his direction. Silence etched the air, tension building. Riku took his place next to Roz again, conscious of the eyes on him, watching his every move and slight motion. As he sat and faced all those faces, he could tell that they had listened to what was talked about outside.
Riku furrowed his eyes, disappointed at his friends' behavior, and yet, not so surprised they did so. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but thought against it, shaking his head slightly. He turned away, waving a hand toward the crowd, dismissing whatever they might have thought of to say or do. Shortly after a pause, he got up and left for outside, walking down the steps leading to and from Tifa's bar, and toward the exit of the Slums.
Roz watched Riku go silently, a frown upon her face. When he was well gone, she let out an enormous sigh, her breath unconcsiously held in earlier. She shook her head, a mix of feelings withing her, all negative.
"Riku..." she whispered, her head bowed.
A silence followed after that for some time until Barret cleared his throat. "Da boy looks like Sephiroth..."
Roz lifted her head, staring at Barret. Sephiroth? Sephiroth and herself were aquaintances. "Sephiroth?"
Cloud nodded, pushing away from his spot on the wall and sat down at the bar, near Tifa and Marlene who still clinged to Tifa. "He does..."
Tifa's eyes flared. "But why? How can Riku look so much like that monster?"
Cloud snapped at her, his smile bitter. "Sephiroth isn't a monster, he never was. He only had minor problems. Sephiroth was a toy to his mother's biddings for a time until he ruled over her, and then was a marionette to time and fate as it took over him. I was as well, I was part of him and that insidious plot of destruction. We all were."
Tifa winced before nodding, looking away as Cloud stared at her harshly. "I'm sorry, Cloud, but... I can't just forget what happened not too long ago..."
Barret nodded. "None of us can, Tifa."
Cloud shook his head. "No... none of us can..." he said, his voice soft and barely audible as if he was talking to himself.
Roz frowned. "What happened back then? As far as I've heard, Sephiroth seemed an okay guy... until I've heard such bad things from you."
Cloud titled his head, looking in Roz's direction. "Sephiroth was a special project created by a docter named Gast. See, I as well was a project, but a failed type. Out of all the expirements, Sephiroth turned out the one with perfect marks and the one to succeed in fufilling Docter Gast's and Professor Hojo's crazy dream and project. When gast died, hojo took over and went crazy, making prototypes that turned into monsters and hidious things. But still, Sephiroth was the first to succeed and was Hojo's 'beloved son'--even if not his own. Jenova was another creation by these two mad men and with Jenova, the Calamity of the Skies, cells were used to enhance one's abilities. To those who were created and infused with Mako in them were considered Jenova's 'children'. Like I said, I too was one of those who were infected, and that's why I was the one who surpassed the others in the group, though they gerw stronger quite well, and was the only one who could actually beat Sephiroth in his crazed state. Jenova was the cause of Gaia's near destruction, Jenova drove Sephiroth to calling upon the Black Materia and Meteor, the cause of Aeris having to give her body up to call upon Holy to stop Meteor, the cause of everyone's hatred, the cause of the war between the nations, the cause of so much bloodshed, the cause of so many failiars and projects until Sephiroth came, and the cause of Sephiroth's madness..." Cloud's voice trailed at the last part, bowing his head as past memories came upon him. The pain he felt, the blood he saw, the deaths he witnessed, the destruction of so many people and things, and the dying of the planet. All that he saw, hear, smelled, tasted, and more, all of that flashed through him and all through-out his body like drugs on over-drive.
Seeing Cloud could not continue, Tifa and the others continued the story for the others to hear, Roz asking and making comments every now and then to strike further detail. When the whole story was spilled, Roz sat back in her seat, shocked, surprised, and confused all at once. But what question dawned in her head was: "Was Riku and Sephiroth related?" Probably not, they acted differently, but still...
Roz shook her head, not wanting another problem and question to deal with, and got up, stretching. She turned her attention to her friends and signalled for them to hit the sack and rest for the day. They could inform the others later about their encounter with Sora, and all that after they regained their energy. Riku, on the other hand. would be left alone to figure out himself and his thoughts and feelings.
When Roz booked a room for herself and those who could fit in the room, at the hotel while the rest slept in the AVALANCHE meeting room under Tifa's bar. Roz could not sleep well, knowing that Riku was somewhere out there, wandering who knows where in the middle of the night. But eventually, after tossing and turning, she fell into a fitful sleep, but sleep none-the-less.
Riku stopped by the Wall Market in Sector 6 of Midgar. Lights shown brightly in this place. He stopped by a hidden alley just before Don's mansion where, as he hear, the blasted man picked up women and sluts off the street to have "fun" with. In the alley, Riku saw an enormous pole that led up, far above the Slums and the Wall Market. Riku shook his head as he leaned against the graffiti wall. Riku looked up at the unwholesome dark sky, pain stiking him from deep within.
/No peace... No salvation... No silence... No natural beauty... Nothing. I... I miss you. You are lost from me, so lost... I see you, but every time I reach, you are being pulled away from me. What can I do?\
"What can I do...?" Riku thought aloud, closing his eyes as his face was tilted toward the night's sky. "You are gone and lost... I cannot reach you... Help me, I cannot find my way... Where are you? I can't see. You are not there anymore. I can't find you. Where...? Where?!"
Riku fell silent, and soon let his head drop forward, his eyes still shut. His chin rested on his chest as his breath slowed in a matter of minutes, bringing the stricken boy to sleep. A figure came up to him, smiling at the sleeping boy before him. He scooped the boy up and entered the shadows once more with the boy in his arms.
Riku awoke with a major headache. By his dark surroundings, it seemed to him it was still night time. He wondered how long it was that he was asleep. Was it the same day? Or possibly the next night? It couldn't have been longer then one day's sleep or else Roz or someone would have called the gaurds and look for him. Riku looked around him to realize he was not right by the large pole in the alleyway in the Wall Market anymore. But... where was he?
Riku tried to move, but a hand soon was laud on his shoulder and kept him from rising. Riku protested by pushing against the hand's will, but soon enough, he grew tired and slumped back down to the position he was before. He grumbled to himself, looking off to the side, away from where the hand was on his shoulder.
"You certainly are stubborn," came a voice, probably the owner of the hand, Riku thought.
Riku scoffed. "Yeah? So?"
The voice laughed, not menacing or harsh, or carrying a hint of malice and evil in it, but a kind laugh that showed that this person wasn't all too bad. "Come now, boy. Get up, you aren't locked up or anything. I didn't do anything to you, so get up."
Riku obeyed only because he wanted to get up in the first place. A flick of silver appeared in the corner of his vision, and he thought that it might have been his hair, but when he moved his hand to brush back and stray locks, he realized that it wasn't his hair that he saw. Shaking off the thought, Riku turned to face a dark silhouette, the figure almost invisible in the darkness with the clothing they wore.
"Mind telling me where I am?" Riku asked, a hand on his hip.
Again, the voice laughed. "Boy, don't stand like that too much. You make yourself look like a girl."
Riku glared at this person, annoyed. He took his hand away from his hip only to switch his weight from one leg to another. "Would you just get on with it? I hate it how you're mocking me and laughing at me. tell me who you are."
The person's laugh subsided. "Not yet, boy. Wait until you have sight again. Then I will answer you questions."
Riku growled inwardly. "Okay then," he said, irritated. "Then lead me, Oh Annoying One, to where I can see."
Riku saw a slight movement and guessed the person was shrugging by the sound of their clothes shifting slightly. "If you wish."
A hand was laid on the boy's shoulder and he was led to where light was supposedly present. When light came into his vision, he hand to sheild his eyes from the sudden flare. When his eyes adjusted, his blinked several times, noticing that they had stopped but the person's hand had not yet left his shoulder. Riku took thi chance to look at his captor, but his eyes suddenly widened at the person who seemed like a taller and an older him. Riku gaped at this person and wondered if this was a dream or something of that sort where he was halucinating or dillusional.
"You... look like me. Or... I look like you!" Riku exclaimed, stepping back from his older-looking self.
His older self shook his head, laughing quietly. "No I am not. I am not you, nor you am I. But it is remarkable how we look alike. But if you notice, your eyes are a mix of blue and green, making it similar to turquise, but mine are enhanced with Mako and pure green."
Riku stared at the man's eyes as he pointed to them with is finger. The man was right. He DID have green eyes, much like that of a cat's, with a strange glow to them as if they glowed in the dark just like a cat's. Riku stared on until he felt a sqeeze on his shoulder, pulling him from his wandering thoughts. He realized that the man never let go of him as if he expected him to run.
Riku furrowed his brows as he turned to face the man again. "Who ARE you?"
The man smiled, a weird haunting smile that sent a made the hairs on the back of Riku's neck stand on end. Riku opened his mouth as if to say something, but was left with his jaw slightly slacked, his eyes glazed over as if transfixed by the man's very exsistance, let alone him being right there in front of him, smiling down as him in his bone-chilling way.
The man stopped smiling and stared straight into this boy's eyes, trying to fathom what was wrong with him, why he was acting so. He didn't know the boy that oddly resembled him in looks and actions, as well as emotions and attitude, especially in front of him so.
"Boy..."
Riku faultered, his balance swaying as he felt something tugging at him. Inside him... He felt like falling, and yet being held back as well.
"Boy..." was the last thing he heard or saw from the present world until he gave into the pulling and let himself fall... Fall into the unknown where darkness probably lay...
Darkness... where light cannot penetrate and cannot protect you from... the unknown. Where all or any or nothing could happen... Where death or pain could await...
Darkness was where he was heading... where he was falling... where he could not escape... Not alone.
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AN: okay, okay... kinda weird and out of the blue like always, but heck... it's short too, but still... it's a chapter so deal with it. but more-over, i'll put in a special edition of my stupid talk show since i haven't for a while...
Me: Okay! I'm back and ready for action! Let's start with Riku! *Riku comes out* Okay! You've met Sephi, so-- *ducks at a flying Masamune* er... anyway, so how do you feel about him?
Riku: *shrugs* He's okay. He's supposed to play a good, decent role in this story, right? So, he's okay. And besides, didn't someone want you to put him in?
Me: *nods* Right. So, I decided to add him in with a special role. what he does, I cannot yet reveal, but that's alright. Anyway, moving on. Sora has a split personality and I bet there are a few out there who are wondering what is up with this boy. Right?
Sora: *comes out* Hey, it's not like I'm not alive and deaf y'know! *sits by Riku* I have a split personality and that's okay. it's better that way. Isn't it that I'm having an inner battle with myself and the darkness within me and when I'm rational and nice to Riku *pokes Riku* it's because I have some or all control of myself and my body?
Me: *nods* Indeed. But moreover, has enyone noticed that my story is heading in what could possibly be 5000 different directions?? *turns to audience* HAS anyone?
Audience: *several people raise their hand*
Me: Ahh.... good.
Sora: I don't get it, why does Roz have such a big role in this story? Isn't she only supposed to be important in Part 2?
Me: *shrug* Yeah, but heck, I want her to be made known first.
Riku: She already IS too well damn known!
Roz: *stomps in and hits Riku in the back of the head* Hey! I heard that!
Riku: *rolls eyes* Like you couldn't? I know you aren't deaf. I said it on purpose, you moron.
Roz: *glares and smacks Riku again*
Sora: *jumps up* Hey! Don't hit him!
Roz: *narrows eyes* You're defending him?
Sora: Of course! I love him!
Riku: *sweatdrop* Sora... Oh god....
Me: *sweatdrop* Um... Anyway, I was reading my first ficcie for Kh: "Unexpected," and I just realized that some of that is childish and somewhat stupid. Some people have read it and liked it, but still, it's short, stupid, and silly. The plot may be okay, but the way I worded it was a bit... how you say... well... I have not the word I want to use, but that's alright. The point is that I may rewrite Unexpected to become a better story and may even add more to it and such. I would like opinion on that and if there are any suggestions what-so-ever on the story, or anything I should improve (don't mention spelling, I already know), or change, or fix, or add, or whatever. Okay? please?