Author's Note:
Helooo!!! It's me again... (like you couldn't tell....) and thanks for the reviews and especially to my bestfriend and exboyfriend (who's currently dating my bestfriend) Haiku for actually reading my fanfiction(after I begged him) and actually reviewing (after I begged him). He says he can't wait for the sixth chapter, and guess what? HERE IT IS!!! SO I hope you enjoy and slap me a thousand times for putting up those long paragraphs about Sora, Riku, and Kairi that frightened the nation. So I guess I'll let you go -
-=beginning to unravel the ducktap she wrapped around her Sora and Riku=-
Riku: What the hell was the purpose of tieing us up?
Sora: In case you didn't notice, Riku, we're the protagonists of this little fanfiction. Since we're not getting paid she figured we'd hit the road while she ranted.
Kiyda: Yes, and I'd also like to mention it turns out that I am the reincarnation of Sora.
Sora&Riku: WHAT????!!!! O_O
Kiyda: Well, you see I took this little quiz on the web to find out what KH character I was? Turns out, I'm a Sora.
Riku: So??!! That proves nothing!
Kiyda: But then I began to notice I do act like him a little bit. I pout, I lay around, I sword fight with the kids I babysit, I play games, and I act like a boy. Not only that but I give the same trademark smile my father does to my mother when he's done something wrong or he's about to do something insane. And I realized.... my father's trademark smile, mine and Sora's look exactly alike!!!! O_o Hey, I was freaked out for a little while, thinking about it. So that means I either need to find someone like Kairi, "protect me" sort of person and "I'll be your light" or I need someone like Riku, "I'm the best and better than you at everything" kind of guy.
Sora: O_o You're not going to fall in love with a girl are you?
Kiyda: ^_^ Depends. I have no idea, for you information. O_o But that does remind me of the crushes I've had where I barely know the guy - as in like, talking to him - and he's better than me in almost everything but talent. Like Evan Langsten, Jeiar, Justin Ezekiel, and this dude, Daniel Williford. None of them I really know all that well, except maybe for Justin Ezekiel.
Riku: Aren't you worried about them finding out you like them?
Kiyda&Sora: ^_^ I don't/wouldn't worry about that! They're not really intrested in Kingdom Hearts, not even remotely. The only way they'd find this page is if they were led by someone who does know this fanfiction. Which I doubt, that any of my friends or readers will tip them off.
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Chapter 6. Oh the Drama
"Riku, I'm FINNNNEEE!!!"
For about an hour and a half, Riku kept holding Hikari's hand everywhere they went, and it was about to drive Hikari insane. Every guy that gave Hikari a long stare, Riku would give him an evil, red glare that frightened them away. Sora felt like the only sane person among them, and that if Riku attacked one of the boys, he would be the only one to stop him.
"Riku, I really think you should let go of her hand," declared Sora, rubbing the back of his head. "I know you're paranoid now that you've lost her once, but I doubt that kidnappers coming back. We did give him quite a scratch."
Riku glared at Sora madly with gleaming red eyes that reminded him the way his mother looked at him when he asked to set fire to a customer's hair because he called him a "she". Sora cowered like a four year old.
"ERM," he choked. "If you don't mind."
Riku blinked, then sighed and let go of Hikari's hand. He noticed his hand was all clammy since he had been squeezing so hard. Hikari noticed her fingers were almost blue.
"Fine," he exasperated, folding his arms over his chest. "Now how about that Karoke bar? The Spinning Disc? That'll do, right, Hikari-chan?"
Hikari nodded as she tied the corners of her skirt tightly. She smiled up to him as she pulled her spandex shorts an inch down when they felt too short.
"Yeah. Thanks, Riku," appreciated Hikari. She grinned. "Just think! If you weren't here, Sora would've been the only one to rescue me! And who knows where I would've been by then!"
"Hikari, you big idiot, thanks for the compliment. See if I ever help save your tiny, little ass again," muttered Sora, clenching his hands behind his head. Riku chuckled and patted Sora on the back.
"Oh, c'mon, Sora! You're not so bad. A little innocent but not too bad!" exclaimed Riku as he led the three across the street. Sora released his hands behind his skull and shoved them into his pockets.
"Take that back, you dick head! I am not innocent! I'm not even a virgin, let alone an innocent!" snapped Sora. "I've stolen more bike circles than a Swiss cheese, and got into so many physical binds, I can't even flash the digit!"
(A/N: O_o? There's no English translation for that, just so you know.)
Hikari hopped onto sewer barred cage with a little burst of energy. She whirled around to Sora with a curious, perky expression.
"Wow, Sora, you're not a virgin?" asked Hikari, surprised. Riku tucked his thumbs into the lip of his pants.
"He's lying, Hikari," Riku declared, walking up beside her. Sora was the last to cross the street.
"I'm not!" Sora snapped. For that last statement, he dragged a finger along Riku's spine very hard and quickly causing Riku to yelp.(A/N: -_-* It's very painful, yet I have never been a victim of it. I'm usually the one that exposes people to new pain they've never felt before.)
"Ow! Geez!" snapped Riku, grabbing his spine and turning around. Sora smirked at Riku, about a few inches from his face.
"If you don't believe me, just fuck me. You'll find out I'm not kidding," teased Sora. Riku blinked at Sora's statement, but then he smirked and raised a delicate eyebrow.
"No kidding, huh?" asked Riku with own little pleasurable smile. Sora ducked away, placing a hand on his back hip and raising one arm into the air as he leaned back to stretch.
"YEP! No kidding," he agreed.
"Sora? Sora, is that you?" wondered an unfamiliar voice. It was soft and almost kind.
Sora stopped and turned to see Kairi within three feet of him. She was holding a bag in her arms, and dressed in a jean mini skirt and a pink short sleeve shirt with the words "Heart-breaker" imprinted on the front.
"Kairi?" wondered Sora, surprised to see her there. Kairi narrowed her eyes and frowned.
"And you're that silver haired boy," spoke Kairi, noticing Riku. Riku gazed at her with a sober, ugly expression holding nothing but dislike and unfamiliarity.
"Yeah," replied Riku. "But if you'd like to know, it's Riku. Riku Jenova."
Riku brought an arm around Hikari's back and hugged her to his side. Hikari hung her head, not wanting to look at Kairi.
"And you've met my sister, haven't you? She has a name. It's Hikari Jenova," declared Riku, in the same cold but firm tone.
Kairi's tough expression softened at the sight of Hikari. She turned her head away as well, wanting to be somewhere else as well.
"What are you doing here, Kairi? At the tone of your mother, it didn't sound like you were going anywhere outside of school and home for a while," stated Sora, shoving his hands in his pockets and gazing at her with a hard but contained grudge. She dragged her eyes along the ground.
"Well, yeah, but Mom decided she'd work me at the shop, instead," explained Kairi. Her hands tightened around the bag. "What....what are you guys doing here? Do you travel in this pack now, Sora?"
Sora was silent as an uncomfortable quiet period fell over them. Sora's gaze was the same, sad, angry, a little bit tough with an outer shell. The same avoiding expression remained plastered on her face.
"Yeah. I do," declared Sora.
"Well.... I'm happy for you, but..... I wish you'd come back. It's not the same. The clique.... it's not as fun as it used to be," Kairi stated, not looking at him. "You'll come back, eventually, right? I mean, you just want some time to yourself for a while so when you come back, you'll be refreshed. You're just on vacation, right?"
Sora was quiet, staring at her with the same look. Then he grinned, a smile spreading across his lips as his protective shells shattered.
"Sorry, Kairi! I'm calling a quits! You're going to have to get used to my absence, 'kay?" declared Sora, tucking his hands behind his head. Kairi awoke and snapped her head in his direction. She looked hurt.
"But! But, Sora!" declared Kairi. Sora laughed a little.
"Nope! I'm Sora the Solo, now! I want nothing to do with your evil little clique of preppies!" declared Sora.
Riku couldn't help but smirk a little. 'Now I get it....' Riku thought to himself. 'Sora used to belong to a Prep clique or gang or something'
"But, but!" Kairi placed a hand to her forehead and sighed. "Okay, fine! Be that way!"
But just as Kairi brushed past him and Riku stepped out of the devil's path, she was paused by a voice.
"Uhm, Kairi?" called out Sora.
"Yeah!?" snapped Kairi, stopped, not looking back.
".....Sorry," he spoke. Kairi's mouth opened a little as she was silently surprised by the apology. She was quiet for minute or two, trying to find what to say.
"Well you should be!" she shouted as she whirled around. A few wallops of tears were in her eyes. Sora was surprised just like Riku, but Hikari only smiled, warmly. Kairi spotted her and walked straight toward her. "And! And I should be, too!"
Then by Hikari's astonishment, Kairi abruptly bowed to her.
"I - I'm really sorry!" exclaimed Kairi. "And I never should've done that to you! I really mean it! I was just on period and really annoyed by everything already - ahhh!! Oh no!"
Kairi bent down and began to pick up the wrapped chocolates that had fallen from the bag when she bowed. Hikari blinked, then bent down to help her.
"Here, I want to help!" exclaimed Hikari as she began to gather the miniature boxes into her arms.
"Thank you! About the trouble I've caused you -"
"And her brother!" snapped Riku, arms now folded across his chest.
"And your brother! I just ...."
"Here you go-"
"Thanks, I mean...." Kairi sighed in frustration as she noticed the last of the fallen chocolates being dumped into the bag by Hikari. Kairi blinked curiously at Hikari. Hikari only smiled cheerfully like it was nothing but helping the girl who publicly humiliated her with her dropped goods. Kairi pouted. "Mmmmnn.... what can I do to make it up for you?"
Hikari grinned happily now, clapping her hands together and entwining her fingers. "You can lead us to your chocolate shop!" exclaimed Hikari. "You don't even have to buy us anything there. Just lead the way, Kairi!"
Kairi blinked, confused at first, then smiled. She truly smiled for the first time in a long time. "Oh... Okay!"
"Sora, you hungry?" asked Hikari, getting onto her feet and dusting off her long sheet-tied-at-her-waist skirt.
"No, why-" Suddenly a rumble creaked loud enough to shake the all levels of the universe: Heaven, Earth, and Hell.
"What the hell was that?!" snapped Riku hugging Hikari's to him in shock r while Kairi tried to stumble onto her feet.
"Er...." Sora clasped his arms immediately around his tummy. "My stomach."
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"Hey, Professor?" wandered a voice. "Professooooooooor......where is he?"
Like her voice, Yuffie wandered into the room, no longer dressed in tight white uniform but in the school's regular uniform. She spotted his desk and hopped over to it.
'I guess he won't mind if I wait over here,' Yuffie presumed in her head. She dragged her eyes over his desk. 'It's kind of..... messy'
Too true. It was messy. Papers were scattered along with a few calendars, books, grade books, and torn out sheets of notebook paper. A lot of the sheets were covered with mathematical data and what seemed to calculations. But one thing seemed out of place.... I turned over picture frame....
"Huh? What's..." Drawn to it magnetically and curiously, Yuffie picked it up and brought it to her eyes. It was a picture of her Professor, or what looked to be like a younger him, holding a little girl with light brown hair in pig tails. Next to him, with her arms around his neck, was a girl with dark brown hair, long and beautiful. They were all smiling except the girl in his arms who was currently sucking on a lollipop.
Yuffie smiled at the picture with a hurt expression. 'So this must've been him....along time ago....with his daughter, and his... his....'
"Miss Kisaragi?" wondered a familiar voice. Yuffie immediately set it down, turned over. She whirled around and tucked her hands behind her back. She grinned.
"Hi, Professor Squall! I just... I just wanted to ask again what time tomorrow can I see you," Yuffie partly lied. Partly, because another part of her just wanted to see him. Just wanted to talk to him again like they were friends or colleagues or something.
"It's Leon," he replied automatically, walking toward her.
Yuffie then noticed something different. For one thing, he was out of that tight white uniform and in jeans and a white T-shirt. Not only that, but his hair was wet and criss-cross belts were wrapped around his waist. "You took a shower? And why are you dressed like that?"
"Number one: yeah. Number two: are you the fashion police or something? Should I be aware I'm breaking any rules?" wondered Leon as he walked around the desk to sit in the chair. He flung the towel from over his shoulder to over his head an began rustling his hair up. Yuffie blinked, then shrugged.
"I don't know. I just... didn't know teachers were allowed to take showers or wear anything out of a suit or a suit and skirt," confessed Yuffie honestly.
"Well, technically, we're not. But...." he smirked at her underneath the towel, "I don't really give a damn."
Yuffie's heart skipped a beat, noticing his smirk.
"And about the shower. I just get really sweaty at the end of the day," spoke Leon, quietly as he tossed towel behind him and stroked a hand through his still damp hair.
"I guess I can understand that," Yuffie spoke, rolling her eyes. She spotted the rip in his jeans as he kicked his feet up onto his desk. "Uhm, Professor Squall? Would you like it.....I mean, would you mind it if I could.....take care of that rip for you?"
"What?" asked Leon.
"On your knee, there's a rip. I have a sewing kit, and if you don't mind, I could -"
"You don't have to-"
"BUT I NEED THE PRACTICE!!!" snapped Yuffie, slamming her hands on the table. Leon jumped at her shout. Yuffie was definitely a spirited young girl. He didn't think anyone failed to notice that. But Leon had no spirit and that was probably what rivaled them.
"BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO!!!" he snapped.
"I DON'T CARE!!"
"WELL, I DO!!"
"SO THEN LET ME!!"
"NO."
Leon folded his arms over his chest as he glared at her. Yuffie pouted, then sat on her desk beside him and folded her arms as well.
"But Professor Squall!" she whined.
"It's Leon," he corrected her.
"Squall."
"Leon."
"Squall."
"Leon."
"Squall!"
"Leon!"
"Squall!!"
"Leon!!"
"Leon!!"
"SQUALL - SHIIIT!!!"
Yuffie giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. He toughened and turned the other cheek, staring out the window. Yuffie stopped grinning when she noticed his scratch again, covered up by the bandaid. Then she noticed his scar and wondered-
"Oh my god, did I give you that!!??" she cried out in concern and panic. He snapped his head to her when she abruptly stood up.
"What?" he wondered, but it was too late.
"I'm sorrrrrryy!!!" she whined as she tackled him in a hug, and unfortunately, the two toppled over with the chair.
FEWUMP!!!
"Dammit, what the hell do you think you're doing!?" he snapped.
"I'm really sorry I hurt you! Don't kill me tomorrow! Please don't kill me! I promise I'll never hurt you again ....unless you're really really mean to me, but .... I promise I'll be a better swordswoman just don't hurt me!!!" Yuffie cried out.
"What the hell are you blabbering about?" snapped Leon in a muffle. Yuffie opened her eyes. They were on the ground. She was holding Leon's head in her arms, and his head was in her breasts.
'Now this is an awkward situation...' thought Yuffie. Yuffie sat up abruptly on his waist and waved her arms around in continuing panic.
"I'm really really sorry, QUADROOPLED!!!" exclaimed Yuffie, blushing madly. She rubbed her pink cheeks with her shoulders.
"About what?" he asked, placing his elbows on the back of his chair to sit up a little.
"About giving you that scratch, and yelling at you, and tackling and now for invading teacher/student privacy by hugging you!" Yuffie blurted out. Leon blinked then closed his eyes as he started laughing.
Yuffie sat there, on top of him, not knowing what to say or how to react. She had never seen her professor laugh or smiled, or even look like he enjoyed fighting or teaching at all. But he was laughing! And Yuffie couldn't help but notice what a wonderful laugh and smile he had.
Leon finally slowed down his laugh and ended it with a smile at her, kind and unprotected.
"You really are something," he spoke. "You know that?"
"Mmm-hmm!" nodded Yuffie smiling. "Sooooo, you're not mad at me anymore, are you?"
"No. Not at all," spoke Leon. "In fact, I wait impatiently for tomorrow, Miss-"
"Just call me Yuffie, Professor!" exclaimed Yuffie, cheerfully.
"All right then. Yuffie. Yuffie it is."
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(A/N: ^_^ No professors nor customers were hurt in the process of this fanfiction. This note will self destruct it five....four....three... two...one -)
Helooo!!! It's me again... (like you couldn't tell....) and thanks for the reviews and especially to my bestfriend and exboyfriend (who's currently dating my bestfriend) Haiku for actually reading my fanfiction(after I begged him) and actually reviewing (after I begged him). He says he can't wait for the sixth chapter, and guess what? HERE IT IS!!! SO I hope you enjoy and slap me a thousand times for putting up those long paragraphs about Sora, Riku, and Kairi that frightened the nation. So I guess I'll let you go -
-=beginning to unravel the ducktap she wrapped around her Sora and Riku=-
Riku: What the hell was the purpose of tieing us up?
Sora: In case you didn't notice, Riku, we're the protagonists of this little fanfiction. Since we're not getting paid she figured we'd hit the road while she ranted.
Kiyda: Yes, and I'd also like to mention it turns out that I am the reincarnation of Sora.
Sora&Riku: WHAT????!!!! O_O
Kiyda: Well, you see I took this little quiz on the web to find out what KH character I was? Turns out, I'm a Sora.
Riku: So??!! That proves nothing!
Kiyda: But then I began to notice I do act like him a little bit. I pout, I lay around, I sword fight with the kids I babysit, I play games, and I act like a boy. Not only that but I give the same trademark smile my father does to my mother when he's done something wrong or he's about to do something insane. And I realized.... my father's trademark smile, mine and Sora's look exactly alike!!!! O_o Hey, I was freaked out for a little while, thinking about it. So that means I either need to find someone like Kairi, "protect me" sort of person and "I'll be your light" or I need someone like Riku, "I'm the best and better than you at everything" kind of guy.
Sora: O_o You're not going to fall in love with a girl are you?
Kiyda: ^_^ Depends. I have no idea, for you information. O_o But that does remind me of the crushes I've had where I barely know the guy - as in like, talking to him - and he's better than me in almost everything but talent. Like Evan Langsten, Jeiar, Justin Ezekiel, and this dude, Daniel Williford. None of them I really know all that well, except maybe for Justin Ezekiel.
Riku: Aren't you worried about them finding out you like them?
Kiyda&Sora: ^_^ I don't/wouldn't worry about that! They're not really intrested in Kingdom Hearts, not even remotely. The only way they'd find this page is if they were led by someone who does know this fanfiction. Which I doubt, that any of my friends or readers will tip them off.
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Chapter 6. Oh the Drama
"Riku, I'm FINNNNEEE!!!"
For about an hour and a half, Riku kept holding Hikari's hand everywhere they went, and it was about to drive Hikari insane. Every guy that gave Hikari a long stare, Riku would give him an evil, red glare that frightened them away. Sora felt like the only sane person among them, and that if Riku attacked one of the boys, he would be the only one to stop him.
"Riku, I really think you should let go of her hand," declared Sora, rubbing the back of his head. "I know you're paranoid now that you've lost her once, but I doubt that kidnappers coming back. We did give him quite a scratch."
Riku glared at Sora madly with gleaming red eyes that reminded him the way his mother looked at him when he asked to set fire to a customer's hair because he called him a "she". Sora cowered like a four year old.
"ERM," he choked. "If you don't mind."
Riku blinked, then sighed and let go of Hikari's hand. He noticed his hand was all clammy since he had been squeezing so hard. Hikari noticed her fingers were almost blue.
"Fine," he exasperated, folding his arms over his chest. "Now how about that Karoke bar? The Spinning Disc? That'll do, right, Hikari-chan?"
Hikari nodded as she tied the corners of her skirt tightly. She smiled up to him as she pulled her spandex shorts an inch down when they felt too short.
"Yeah. Thanks, Riku," appreciated Hikari. She grinned. "Just think! If you weren't here, Sora would've been the only one to rescue me! And who knows where I would've been by then!"
"Hikari, you big idiot, thanks for the compliment. See if I ever help save your tiny, little ass again," muttered Sora, clenching his hands behind his head. Riku chuckled and patted Sora on the back.
"Oh, c'mon, Sora! You're not so bad. A little innocent but not too bad!" exclaimed Riku as he led the three across the street. Sora released his hands behind his skull and shoved them into his pockets.
"Take that back, you dick head! I am not innocent! I'm not even a virgin, let alone an innocent!" snapped Sora. "I've stolen more bike circles than a Swiss cheese, and got into so many physical binds, I can't even flash the digit!"
(A/N: O_o? There's no English translation for that, just so you know.)
Hikari hopped onto sewer barred cage with a little burst of energy. She whirled around to Sora with a curious, perky expression.
"Wow, Sora, you're not a virgin?" asked Hikari, surprised. Riku tucked his thumbs into the lip of his pants.
"He's lying, Hikari," Riku declared, walking up beside her. Sora was the last to cross the street.
"I'm not!" Sora snapped. For that last statement, he dragged a finger along Riku's spine very hard and quickly causing Riku to yelp.(A/N: -_-* It's very painful, yet I have never been a victim of it. I'm usually the one that exposes people to new pain they've never felt before.)
"Ow! Geez!" snapped Riku, grabbing his spine and turning around. Sora smirked at Riku, about a few inches from his face.
"If you don't believe me, just fuck me. You'll find out I'm not kidding," teased Sora. Riku blinked at Sora's statement, but then he smirked and raised a delicate eyebrow.
"No kidding, huh?" asked Riku with own little pleasurable smile. Sora ducked away, placing a hand on his back hip and raising one arm into the air as he leaned back to stretch.
"YEP! No kidding," he agreed.
"Sora? Sora, is that you?" wondered an unfamiliar voice. It was soft and almost kind.
Sora stopped and turned to see Kairi within three feet of him. She was holding a bag in her arms, and dressed in a jean mini skirt and a pink short sleeve shirt with the words "Heart-breaker" imprinted on the front.
"Kairi?" wondered Sora, surprised to see her there. Kairi narrowed her eyes and frowned.
"And you're that silver haired boy," spoke Kairi, noticing Riku. Riku gazed at her with a sober, ugly expression holding nothing but dislike and unfamiliarity.
"Yeah," replied Riku. "But if you'd like to know, it's Riku. Riku Jenova."
Riku brought an arm around Hikari's back and hugged her to his side. Hikari hung her head, not wanting to look at Kairi.
"And you've met my sister, haven't you? She has a name. It's Hikari Jenova," declared Riku, in the same cold but firm tone.
Kairi's tough expression softened at the sight of Hikari. She turned her head away as well, wanting to be somewhere else as well.
"What are you doing here, Kairi? At the tone of your mother, it didn't sound like you were going anywhere outside of school and home for a while," stated Sora, shoving his hands in his pockets and gazing at her with a hard but contained grudge. She dragged her eyes along the ground.
"Well, yeah, but Mom decided she'd work me at the shop, instead," explained Kairi. Her hands tightened around the bag. "What....what are you guys doing here? Do you travel in this pack now, Sora?"
Sora was silent as an uncomfortable quiet period fell over them. Sora's gaze was the same, sad, angry, a little bit tough with an outer shell. The same avoiding expression remained plastered on her face.
"Yeah. I do," declared Sora.
"Well.... I'm happy for you, but..... I wish you'd come back. It's not the same. The clique.... it's not as fun as it used to be," Kairi stated, not looking at him. "You'll come back, eventually, right? I mean, you just want some time to yourself for a while so when you come back, you'll be refreshed. You're just on vacation, right?"
Sora was quiet, staring at her with the same look. Then he grinned, a smile spreading across his lips as his protective shells shattered.
"Sorry, Kairi! I'm calling a quits! You're going to have to get used to my absence, 'kay?" declared Sora, tucking his hands behind his head. Kairi awoke and snapped her head in his direction. She looked hurt.
"But! But, Sora!" declared Kairi. Sora laughed a little.
"Nope! I'm Sora the Solo, now! I want nothing to do with your evil little clique of preppies!" declared Sora.
Riku couldn't help but smirk a little. 'Now I get it....' Riku thought to himself. 'Sora used to belong to a Prep clique or gang or something'
"But, but!" Kairi placed a hand to her forehead and sighed. "Okay, fine! Be that way!"
But just as Kairi brushed past him and Riku stepped out of the devil's path, she was paused by a voice.
"Uhm, Kairi?" called out Sora.
"Yeah!?" snapped Kairi, stopped, not looking back.
".....Sorry," he spoke. Kairi's mouth opened a little as she was silently surprised by the apology. She was quiet for minute or two, trying to find what to say.
"Well you should be!" she shouted as she whirled around. A few wallops of tears were in her eyes. Sora was surprised just like Riku, but Hikari only smiled, warmly. Kairi spotted her and walked straight toward her. "And! And I should be, too!"
Then by Hikari's astonishment, Kairi abruptly bowed to her.
"I - I'm really sorry!" exclaimed Kairi. "And I never should've done that to you! I really mean it! I was just on period and really annoyed by everything already - ahhh!! Oh no!"
Kairi bent down and began to pick up the wrapped chocolates that had fallen from the bag when she bowed. Hikari blinked, then bent down to help her.
"Here, I want to help!" exclaimed Hikari as she began to gather the miniature boxes into her arms.
"Thank you! About the trouble I've caused you -"
"And her brother!" snapped Riku, arms now folded across his chest.
"And your brother! I just ...."
"Here you go-"
"Thanks, I mean...." Kairi sighed in frustration as she noticed the last of the fallen chocolates being dumped into the bag by Hikari. Kairi blinked curiously at Hikari. Hikari only smiled cheerfully like it was nothing but helping the girl who publicly humiliated her with her dropped goods. Kairi pouted. "Mmmmnn.... what can I do to make it up for you?"
Hikari grinned happily now, clapping her hands together and entwining her fingers. "You can lead us to your chocolate shop!" exclaimed Hikari. "You don't even have to buy us anything there. Just lead the way, Kairi!"
Kairi blinked, confused at first, then smiled. She truly smiled for the first time in a long time. "Oh... Okay!"
"Sora, you hungry?" asked Hikari, getting onto her feet and dusting off her long sheet-tied-at-her-waist skirt.
"No, why-" Suddenly a rumble creaked loud enough to shake the all levels of the universe: Heaven, Earth, and Hell.
"What the hell was that?!" snapped Riku hugging Hikari's to him in shock r while Kairi tried to stumble onto her feet.
"Er...." Sora clasped his arms immediately around his tummy. "My stomach."
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"Hey, Professor?" wandered a voice. "Professooooooooor......where is he?"
Like her voice, Yuffie wandered into the room, no longer dressed in tight white uniform but in the school's regular uniform. She spotted his desk and hopped over to it.
'I guess he won't mind if I wait over here,' Yuffie presumed in her head. She dragged her eyes over his desk. 'It's kind of..... messy'
Too true. It was messy. Papers were scattered along with a few calendars, books, grade books, and torn out sheets of notebook paper. A lot of the sheets were covered with mathematical data and what seemed to calculations. But one thing seemed out of place.... I turned over picture frame....
"Huh? What's..." Drawn to it magnetically and curiously, Yuffie picked it up and brought it to her eyes. It was a picture of her Professor, or what looked to be like a younger him, holding a little girl with light brown hair in pig tails. Next to him, with her arms around his neck, was a girl with dark brown hair, long and beautiful. They were all smiling except the girl in his arms who was currently sucking on a lollipop.
Yuffie smiled at the picture with a hurt expression. 'So this must've been him....along time ago....with his daughter, and his... his....'
"Miss Kisaragi?" wondered a familiar voice. Yuffie immediately set it down, turned over. She whirled around and tucked her hands behind her back. She grinned.
"Hi, Professor Squall! I just... I just wanted to ask again what time tomorrow can I see you," Yuffie partly lied. Partly, because another part of her just wanted to see him. Just wanted to talk to him again like they were friends or colleagues or something.
"It's Leon," he replied automatically, walking toward her.
Yuffie then noticed something different. For one thing, he was out of that tight white uniform and in jeans and a white T-shirt. Not only that, but his hair was wet and criss-cross belts were wrapped around his waist. "You took a shower? And why are you dressed like that?"
"Number one: yeah. Number two: are you the fashion police or something? Should I be aware I'm breaking any rules?" wondered Leon as he walked around the desk to sit in the chair. He flung the towel from over his shoulder to over his head an began rustling his hair up. Yuffie blinked, then shrugged.
"I don't know. I just... didn't know teachers were allowed to take showers or wear anything out of a suit or a suit and skirt," confessed Yuffie honestly.
"Well, technically, we're not. But...." he smirked at her underneath the towel, "I don't really give a damn."
Yuffie's heart skipped a beat, noticing his smirk.
"And about the shower. I just get really sweaty at the end of the day," spoke Leon, quietly as he tossed towel behind him and stroked a hand through his still damp hair.
"I guess I can understand that," Yuffie spoke, rolling her eyes. She spotted the rip in his jeans as he kicked his feet up onto his desk. "Uhm, Professor Squall? Would you like it.....I mean, would you mind it if I could.....take care of that rip for you?"
"What?" asked Leon.
"On your knee, there's a rip. I have a sewing kit, and if you don't mind, I could -"
"You don't have to-"
"BUT I NEED THE PRACTICE!!!" snapped Yuffie, slamming her hands on the table. Leon jumped at her shout. Yuffie was definitely a spirited young girl. He didn't think anyone failed to notice that. But Leon had no spirit and that was probably what rivaled them.
"BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO!!!" he snapped.
"I DON'T CARE!!"
"WELL, I DO!!"
"SO THEN LET ME!!"
"NO."
Leon folded his arms over his chest as he glared at her. Yuffie pouted, then sat on her desk beside him and folded her arms as well.
"But Professor Squall!" she whined.
"It's Leon," he corrected her.
"Squall."
"Leon."
"Squall."
"Leon."
"Squall!"
"Leon!"
"Squall!!"
"Leon!!"
"Leon!!"
"SQUALL - SHIIIT!!!"
Yuffie giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. He toughened and turned the other cheek, staring out the window. Yuffie stopped grinning when she noticed his scratch again, covered up by the bandaid. Then she noticed his scar and wondered-
"Oh my god, did I give you that!!??" she cried out in concern and panic. He snapped his head to her when she abruptly stood up.
"What?" he wondered, but it was too late.
"I'm sorrrrrryy!!!" she whined as she tackled him in a hug, and unfortunately, the two toppled over with the chair.
FEWUMP!!!
"Dammit, what the hell do you think you're doing!?" he snapped.
"I'm really sorry I hurt you! Don't kill me tomorrow! Please don't kill me! I promise I'll never hurt you again ....unless you're really really mean to me, but .... I promise I'll be a better swordswoman just don't hurt me!!!" Yuffie cried out.
"What the hell are you blabbering about?" snapped Leon in a muffle. Yuffie opened her eyes. They were on the ground. She was holding Leon's head in her arms, and his head was in her breasts.
'Now this is an awkward situation...' thought Yuffie. Yuffie sat up abruptly on his waist and waved her arms around in continuing panic.
"I'm really really sorry, QUADROOPLED!!!" exclaimed Yuffie, blushing madly. She rubbed her pink cheeks with her shoulders.
"About what?" he asked, placing his elbows on the back of his chair to sit up a little.
"About giving you that scratch, and yelling at you, and tackling and now for invading teacher/student privacy by hugging you!" Yuffie blurted out. Leon blinked then closed his eyes as he started laughing.
Yuffie sat there, on top of him, not knowing what to say or how to react. She had never seen her professor laugh or smiled, or even look like he enjoyed fighting or teaching at all. But he was laughing! And Yuffie couldn't help but notice what a wonderful laugh and smile he had.
Leon finally slowed down his laugh and ended it with a smile at her, kind and unprotected.
"You really are something," he spoke. "You know that?"
"Mmm-hmm!" nodded Yuffie smiling. "Sooooo, you're not mad at me anymore, are you?"
"No. Not at all," spoke Leon. "In fact, I wait impatiently for tomorrow, Miss-"
"Just call me Yuffie, Professor!" exclaimed Yuffie, cheerfully.
"All right then. Yuffie. Yuffie it is."
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(A/N: ^_^ No professors nor customers were hurt in the process of this fanfiction. This note will self destruct it five....four....three... two...one -)