Author's Note:
-_-;;; What is there to say....?
Erm. Uh. Ah. Eh. Um. Nothing.
Riku: Well I have a few things to say.
Kiyda: Like what?
Riku: Sora's damn sexy, go to hell Kairi, and I'll be in your pants soon, Sora.
Readers: O_O......
Kiyda: -_-;;;
Sora: O.o Okaaaaaaaaay, why did you say that?
Riku: -=shrugs=- Well you are, Kairi is a bitch, and your pants are big enough for me to fit in.
Sora: o.o ....well....erm. You are, too, I guess. And Kairi's... okay, and you can gladly get into my pants anyday. (It ryhmes, it ryhmes!)
Kiyda: Okay, that's enough of passing little comments. If anyone would like to see any of their naked bodies PLEASE HESITATE TO ASK. I do not sell Kingdom Hearts porn, but I can direct you to some....
Sora: O_o Whoa, seriously?
Riku: Yeah, she found some at Google.com Kingdom Hearts hentai crap.
Kiyda: O_o;;; Yeah, there was a girl eating a weiner.
Sora: O_O
Riku: -_o;;;
Kiyda: o.o It might've been.... I could be wrong.... Anyway-
DISCLAIMER: -=sniffle=- Don't rub it in.
^_^ I own Hikari, the cats, Trinity, Spikey, Haiku and the kidnapper. If anyone has a problem with that, HA! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!! -=menace to society=-
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Chapter 11. Steal one, get two free.
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Lick lick.
""This stuff is pretty good, Yuf..."
"Thanks. I made it up..."
Like two beavers at work, Yuffie and Hikari, two desperate bad chefs, mixed and combined ingredients to make a dish fit to bake and serve. The only problem was, neither of them knew what they were doing....
Yuffie continued to take measurements and Hikari stirred. It was an odd combination, Yuffie and Hikari, but nevertheless, being the determined girls they were, they did their best to bake a dish they knew not how to serve.
"Oi. How many tsp. of sugar do we need?" asked Hikari.
"Tsp? I'm using cups..." Yuffie answered.
"But...well, sugar is good. Okay! How many?" Hikari inquired once more.
"Five cups."
"'Kay!"
"Just what are ye two brats doin'...?"
Standing in front of the bar counter stood a tall man, aged plenty, with blonde short hair, a toothpick clenched in his teeth and goggles wrapped over his forehead. He was dressed in a leather jacket, white shirt, jeans and large, utility belt. Yuffie grinned and waved happily.
"Uncle Cid! How're ya doing this morning!?" greeted Yuffie. Hikari blinked, cluelessly.
"Er, brats?" wondered Hikari, still.
"I just fixed up your Aunt's cruiser this mornin' already, plus it's almost noon, so I came in for lunch. What're ya making a damn mess for? Bakin' a cake or somethin', kid?" interrogated Cid.
"Yep! But we're making cupcakes!" Yuffie explained. "Hey, do you put eggs in cupcakes, old man? And if so, how many for each cupcake?"
"What?! 'Course, ya put eggs in cupcake mix! And two's plenty for a bath, not two for each!"
"So two eggs for each cupcake? Wow, we're going to need more eggs, Hikari," Yuffie confessed. Cid slapped his forehead.
"Okay, you bunch of bastard children, get outta my kitchen!" shouted Cid.
"But we have to make-"
"Bastard children?"
"NOW!!" shouted Cid, emphasizing by pointing to the living room. Yuffie folded her arms over her chest in a pout while Hikari slumped her shoulders and sighed as she followed Yuffie out of the kitchen into the living room.
"Dammit, why the hell I have to do everythin' for your fokin' family, ya ninja?!"
"First of all: they're not my real family. Second of all: you're gonna cook them for us?!!" squealed Yuffie in delight, handing him her apron.
"Yeah, yeah," he declared, snatching the apron and pulling it on.
"Yay!!" began Yuffie and Hikari, until Yuffie realized there could be a condition. She narrowed her eyes at him and stopped bouncing up and down. "Wait, what do you want in return-"
"I'M GETTING ONE OF THOSE DAMN CUPCAKES, GOT IT?!!!" snapped Cid, cleaning up their mess first.
"Okay! Business deal COMPLETE!!" agreed Hikari, grabbing his hand and shaking it eagerly. Cid stared at her to his hand. "Man, I thought we were going to die, for sure! You're a really life saver, thank you!"
"Yeah, whatever kid. Just get out there and do something than take up my time," grumbled Cid, snatching his hand back as well.
"Thank you!" appreciated Hikari.
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"It's been nice knowin' ya, Sora!" called out Trinity.
"Huh? What'd you mean by that?!" Sora called back.
Each holding a bokuto, Sora and Haiku were squared off against each other, ready for battle and the call of the first move. Sora held his with two hands and Haiku with one. Their position remained different, and yet the same, for each was willing to stake their health on their wooden sword.
"My boyfriend's been practicing!" shouted Trinity.
Relaxing by the back alley wall, Riku leaned against it with his hands in his pockets and one foot propped up against it while Trinity stood around with fingers folded behind her head. Spikey, however, squatted on the ground, pressing his back against the hard, concrete wall.
"Where did that girl go?" asked Trinity to Riku.
"She said something about 'fuzzy bunnies' and 'deodorant.' Anyway, so is Sora the champion of fights around here?" asked Riku, montonely.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. Sora's the best fighter and has had more nose jobs than anyone I know. He's got good feet work, nice martial art skills, and good with pain. He used to pick fights with us, but that was along time ago. Ever since Vince left, we've become good friends and fight for fun..."
"Vince?" wondered Riku, raising a brow. Spikey shot him a dirty look as Trinity gazed at him startled by his clueless tone.
"You're... you're really new here, aren't you?" asked Trinity. Spikey drew himself onto his feet.
"It's over now," Spikey judged.
"Wha?" Trinity turned back to the fight, having not realized they had started battling long ago. A few seconds of whirlwind fighting, and suddenly, Haiku collided into the earth and skidded backwards toward Trinity's feet.
"You okay, hon'?" asked Trinity, peering over him.
"Fine... perfectly fine. But you're stronger now, Sora!" exclaimed Haiku as Trinity helped him onto his feet. He looked at his bokuto and noticed there was a crack in the blade. He smirked at Sora and spit out to the side.
Sora rested the bokuto blade across his shoulders and smiled at Haiku before turning to them all and laying his blue eyes on Riku. Riku gazed at him, surprised. Sora smiled, slyly before winking at Riku.
"Let's just say I found myself a rival," Sora declared, grinning. Riku swore his heart skipped a beat at his wink. It made him wonder how Sora really felt about him. Was he his rivaling bestfriend or his bestfriend potentially a boytoy? Riku quickly react before anyone could tell if he was drifting in though.
"Yeah," agreed Riku, smirking, "Right."
"You and your rival are challenged," declared Spikey out of the blue. Riku snapped his head toward the teenager, about his age, dressed in the punk clothes.
"What?!" demanded Sora in shock.
"You've got to be kidding me...." Riku murmured, still leaning against the wall, watching Spikey as he stepped forth. Haiku blinked at him as Sora stared as well. Riku narrowed his eyes at Spikey. "You want both of us to fight you, at once?"
"No, I don't do bokuto battles. But someone else is willing to raise his wooden blade to yours," replied Spikey, jerking a thumb to above. He smirked shortly before -
CLANG!! TRRRSSH!!!
A metal pry bar struck the cement some feet from them. The party of five all laid eyes on the bar, jutting out from the crumbled cement surrounding it. From the roof tops, a young man leaped to that spot on one knee. Slowly, he stood up and picked up the pry bar like a toothpick from an ourderv.
The young man, tall, about Sora's and Riku's height, was dressed in jeans not too tight or baggy that reach a little past his heel and covered his sneakers. He wore a tight long black T-shirt with a crew neck and a silver pendant necklace of a foreign symbol. His short hair was a jet black with vibrant spikes parted; a few strands limped over his golden, yellow eyes.
Sora watched him, startled by the strike, yet, unfamiliar with him. Sora could feel deep in his heart that they have met before. 'That pry bar.... I- ' Sora's eyes widened realizing who was standing before him. This look of shock quickly left his face, and an expression of unamused anger fled over him as he narrowed his eyes.
"Riku," he began.
"I know," Riku replied. He, too, could also tell the identity of this young challenger standing before them. Riku clenched his teeth; the evil inside him anxious to reach out and beat the punk before them senseless. He knew his anger was reckless, but he didn't care. No, Riku would take revenge for his sister's nightmare. For her fear. And his almost certain failure at being a big brother.
The young man grasped the pry bar in his hand, not giving a look toward them, until he spoke in a hard, cold, tone. It was young, but reckless like a someone in anger, pain, sadness, amusement, and no emotions at all. His voice. It was almost emotionless.
"This is yours..." muttered the young man in a voice loud enough for the throng of teenagers to hear and low enough to hint the anger. In an instant, he threw the pry bar into the wall between Sora and Riku. Riku didn't flinch, but Sora shot his head to the side to dodge.
"Shit!" cursed Sora.
"Damn..." muttered Haiku, startled by the life threat toward his sparing partner. 'He didn't aim to miss, did he?' wondered Haiku.
"You know him?" asked Haiku to Riku.
"Don't ask a question to which you already know the answer," Riku replied, hoarsely, as he stepped off the wall. He glared at the young man before him who glared back from the corner of his eyes.
"You're willing to fight to death," stated Spikey, folding his arms over his chest.
"What?! You know we don't do those kind of matches anymore, Spikey! Not in six months!" exclaimed Trinity. Spikey turned to her with a smile holding a secret.
"We don't; but I have a feeling these two do," Spikey told her. That didn't assure her any more or less, but he turned to the duo of rivals. "I don't know about you, Sora, but Riku, you're willing to fight to death or to the point of unconsciousness, right?"
"To the point of unconsciousness," agreed Riku, cracking his knuckles.
"To the point of unconsciousness," agreed Sora, withdrawing his bokuto from across his shoulder. Their opponent sneered and spit on the ground to the side.
"To death," he spoke. "I won't take mercy for taking away my heart."
"What're you talking about?!" Riku demanded, harshly.
"She was my heart. I took her for my own-"
"Shut up! Hikari isn't yours! She doesn't belong to anyone!" snapped Riku.
"You're gonna want this-" Trinity began placing a bokuto in his hands.
"Thanks -" Riku appreciated shortly, taking it and directing it toward their opponent.
"Wait, this is a battle over a woman? If it's over a woman, it isn't worth it-" Spikey began, taking back his encouragement.
"Shut it, Spike, go chivalry!" shouted Haiku.
"Ugh, boys," groaned Trinity, flooding a hand to her brow. She uncovered her face and threw a bokuto toward Sora and Riku's opponent. "Yo, mystery man! Catch!"
After catching it was one hand, the young man glared at both of the boys who continued to glare at him with narrowed, focused eyes full of anger. He smirked, like a villain would, before speaking, "You better come at me all at once."
And that was it.
And that was that.
All at once, they began fighting, fighting in a blur of blade against blade, blade against flesh, blade against air. The audience was left flabbergasted by their technique, by their skill, and most of all, by their speed. All of a sudden only after a several moments the battle begun, Sora flew backwards across the ground as Riku leapt backward beside him. He collapsed to one knee; both of them were panting....
and bleeding.
Yes, somewhere in the battle, their opponent had made direct hits toward their flesh. Blood was trickling from Riku's mouth, and both his biceps were grazed by the wooden bokuto. Sora, however, seemed to be taking blows quite well for the only parts of him that bled where his right cheek and his left bicep.
Even though they out numbered their opponent, their enemy remained unharmed despite the several cuts made into clothing over his legs, thighs and arms. He pointed the tip of his bokuto toward them.
"Now tell me: which one of you threw that stupid bar!?" snapped their opponent. Sora and Riku stared, surprised by that demand. He gritted his teeth in frustration. "Tell me! Which one of you threw it! The one who tells me will be spared instead of me having to kill both of you. TELL ME, NOW!!"
'What....? So... So if I say it was Sora, he'll kill Sora instead of me?' wondered Riku.
'Wait, if I say it was me, he'll kill me! But if I say it was Riku... he'll...he'll kill Riku?' wondered Sora.
"I THREW IT!!!" both of them shouted at once! Riku and Sora stopped and looked at each other. Then glared at each other.
"I threw it!" they declared at once.
"Threw what?" wandered a voice.
All six pairs of eyes fled to the owner of the voice. A girl with flowing white hair and a lime jade eyes in jeans and a shirt walked into the alley way. Riku and Sora froze, recognizing the girl's identity.
"No.... HIKARI, GET OUT!!!" shouted Riku.
"Huh? Riku...? Ack, you're hurt!" exclaimed Hikari, rushing toward them.
"No, get back!" shouted Sora. "You have to run, Hikari, he's-"
"You're... you're hurt too, aren't you?" assumed Hikari, gazing toward their opponent. The kidnapper stared at her, unsure of how to react or what to say. His eyes and face was blank of words or emotions.
"Dammit," cursed Sora, taking his bokuto and throwing it toward their opponent like one of Yuffie's shuriken stars. It immediately sliced their opponent's arm and caused him to cave into his knees.
"Ah!" he gasped, grasping his left bicep in pain.
"Sora! Why the hell did you do that?!" snapped Hikari, shooting an angry look at him.
"Don't you get it?! He's your kidnapper!" shouted Sora.
Hikari blinked at him, shocked and thoroughly confused. She gazed at him and Riku to the man kneeling before her and grasping his arm. She stepped toward him, and for a few moments, he only stared at her sneakers to take away the pain. She bent down onto her knees and placed a hand on his bleeding wound reopened. He yelped and backed away.
"It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you," she spoke, trying to comfort him. She leaned forward placing a hand on his arm and hand, smiling with an honest gaze. "I don't like the fact you tried to kidnap me, but I'm willing to forgive you. If you're willing to let me help you, that is..."
He stared at her, unable to respond. He lowered his stare to a gentle, quiet, aloof gaze with piercing golden eyes. "I guess."
"Heh, thanks. You're forgiven. Now..." Hikari began turning to her friends, Sora and Riku, and grinning positively, "let's get you all cleaned up."
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"Wake up, Wakka, you baka!" shouted Lulu.
"But I dun wanna!!!" whined Wakka, rolling off of the couch.
"Wakka no baka! Remember? You promised you'd take me out on a date before the game tonight," recalled Lulu, towering above the fallen Wakka with her hands on his hips. She wore a short black miniskirt, tall knee height boots and a black spagetti-strap shirt over a white 3/4 sleeve shirt. She smiled at him, a curtain of hair still shadowing over her left eye.
Wakka shook his head fiercely before taking off his head band and smoothing out his hair. Once done, he wrapped the headband around and smiled at her as he got onto his feet.
"Ya, sure, love," Wakka assured her.
CRASH!!
"I'm sorry!"
"Selphie, I can get it myself!"
"No, I dropped it; I can clean it up!"
Wakka winced, and a look of worry and dreadfullness came across his face. Lulu lowered her lids in unamusement.
"The tikes are here," stated Lulu.
"They're not tikes, they're only sixteen years old," Wakka rephrased her comment. Lulu narrowed her eyes.
"And we're 4 years older than them. If I hadn't graduated last year, I will have killed myself before yesterday began."
"Now, don say that, Lulu. I don wanna think about you dead..." exclaimed Wakka, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She pouted.
"Well, Tidus is okay, but that girl is little too happy, don't you think?" asked Lulu, still focusing on the fact they hung out with teenagers four years younger than them.
"But isn't Selphie adorable? She's like a little ball of life, humanity, and love composed into a single living homosapien bent upon bringing the world into a greater light...."
Lulu's body tensed. She glanced back at Wakka and raised an eyebrow. "Have you been reading my Halo books again?" inquired Lulu.
"Just a few..."
"Ah."
"Ow!" yelped Selphie from the kitchen.
"Selphie, I told you I'd clean it up myself! You see, I just knew you were going to get hurt!" Tidus confessed.
Tidus and Selphie was cleaning up a shatter remnants of a vase on the floor. Selphie had brought some flowers for Wakka in a way of saying thank you. Tidus was there, so he put them in a vase, but Selphie accidentally caused it to fall from the high place it was placed in. It crashed.
"Geez, come on," he told her, dragging her to the sink. He took her bleeding hand from the cut of the glass, placed it under the faucet and turned the nob to release cool water onto her wound.
It was only a small cut, but Tidus liked to take care of his friends even if he didn't know Selphie that much. He held her close, her back pressing against his chest, and he clasped a hand over hers underneath the rushing water. Selphie was blushing, wondering why she felt so warm and fuzzy near him. She couldn't possibly be in-
"There, that's enough.... Go sit down," Tidus stated after turning the water off, taking a rag and drying her hand off and then his. She set herself down in a chair of a pair at a table while Tidus reached into a cabinet and grabbed a box of Band-Aids. "We always keep a large box of Band- Aids and bandages here basically, because we're always getting hurt in blitzball, you know."
After taking the box, he sat down in the opposite chair of the pair and scooted over so the table was no longer between them. He dug into the box as Selphie watched him.
"You live here with Wakka?" asked Selphie.
"Yeah. I do," Tidus stated.
"What about your mom or dad...?" asked Selphie. Once Tidus found the perfect size, he took her hand and sit it in the air between them.
"Here, I've got it," he told her, unwrapping the bandied and pulling off each tab before wrapping it around her finger. She watched him as he did so intently. She began again.
"I asked, 'what about your-"
"My mom's dead, and my dad.... he's um... I don't know where he is exactly. He left me and my mother when I was very young," he confessed, once done with her cut. He shut the box and leaned his head into his left hand. "I don't know almost anything about him. Except that he was a star blitzball player."
"So you follow in his footsteps as a way to get close to him?" asked Selphie. Tidus looked away toward the window.
"I play blitzball because of the adrenaline, the excitement, and it's the only thing I can really do to ever measure up to his expectations..." Tidus muttered. Selphie blinked at him, confused at first, then smiled cheerfully.
"I think he'd be proud of you," Selphie exclaimed. Tidus blinked at her, surprised.
"Huh?"
"Yep, you're a good person to be proud of, Tidus. After all, I'm proud of you. I'm sure he is, too," Selphie told him. He gazed at her for a while, her words sinking into his head. Then he smiled at her.
"Thanks."
"Your welcome, Tidus. And thank you for not being mad about your vase."
Tidus blinked at her.
"That wasn't my vase."
"....-=sniffle=- Mon, dat was da vase me mother gave to me...." uttered Wakka, staring down at the pile of broken pieces on the floor. Selphie hung her head and apologized.
"Sorry....Wakka."
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Next Episode of Symphony Remix:
While Hikari takes care of the boys' injuries, Wakka and Lulu go on a double date with Tidus and Selphie at Gainsborough Burrow where Yuffie is serving as a waitress at the time. It is 4:30 and Professor Leon is still waiting for his student to come. Will Yuffie forget? Will Tidus stab Wakka with a fork? Will Sora and Riku finally get down and dirty?
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HELL NO!!!!
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"When life gives you lemons, you must clone those lemons, and make super lemons." - Clone High
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-_-;;; What is there to say....?
Erm. Uh. Ah. Eh. Um. Nothing.
Riku: Well I have a few things to say.
Kiyda: Like what?
Riku: Sora's damn sexy, go to hell Kairi, and I'll be in your pants soon, Sora.
Readers: O_O......
Kiyda: -_-;;;
Sora: O.o Okaaaaaaaaay, why did you say that?
Riku: -=shrugs=- Well you are, Kairi is a bitch, and your pants are big enough for me to fit in.
Sora: o.o ....well....erm. You are, too, I guess. And Kairi's... okay, and you can gladly get into my pants anyday. (It ryhmes, it ryhmes!)
Kiyda: Okay, that's enough of passing little comments. If anyone would like to see any of their naked bodies PLEASE HESITATE TO ASK. I do not sell Kingdom Hearts porn, but I can direct you to some....
Sora: O_o Whoa, seriously?
Riku: Yeah, she found some at Google.com Kingdom Hearts hentai crap.
Kiyda: O_o;;; Yeah, there was a girl eating a weiner.
Sora: O_O
Riku: -_o;;;
Kiyda: o.o It might've been.... I could be wrong.... Anyway-
DISCLAIMER: -=sniffle=- Don't rub it in.
^_^ I own Hikari, the cats, Trinity, Spikey, Haiku and the kidnapper. If anyone has a problem with that, HA! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!! -=menace to society=-
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Chapter 11. Steal one, get two free.
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Lick lick.
""This stuff is pretty good, Yuf..."
"Thanks. I made it up..."
Like two beavers at work, Yuffie and Hikari, two desperate bad chefs, mixed and combined ingredients to make a dish fit to bake and serve. The only problem was, neither of them knew what they were doing....
Yuffie continued to take measurements and Hikari stirred. It was an odd combination, Yuffie and Hikari, but nevertheless, being the determined girls they were, they did their best to bake a dish they knew not how to serve.
"Oi. How many tsp. of sugar do we need?" asked Hikari.
"Tsp? I'm using cups..." Yuffie answered.
"But...well, sugar is good. Okay! How many?" Hikari inquired once more.
"Five cups."
"'Kay!"
"Just what are ye two brats doin'...?"
Standing in front of the bar counter stood a tall man, aged plenty, with blonde short hair, a toothpick clenched in his teeth and goggles wrapped over his forehead. He was dressed in a leather jacket, white shirt, jeans and large, utility belt. Yuffie grinned and waved happily.
"Uncle Cid! How're ya doing this morning!?" greeted Yuffie. Hikari blinked, cluelessly.
"Er, brats?" wondered Hikari, still.
"I just fixed up your Aunt's cruiser this mornin' already, plus it's almost noon, so I came in for lunch. What're ya making a damn mess for? Bakin' a cake or somethin', kid?" interrogated Cid.
"Yep! But we're making cupcakes!" Yuffie explained. "Hey, do you put eggs in cupcakes, old man? And if so, how many for each cupcake?"
"What?! 'Course, ya put eggs in cupcake mix! And two's plenty for a bath, not two for each!"
"So two eggs for each cupcake? Wow, we're going to need more eggs, Hikari," Yuffie confessed. Cid slapped his forehead.
"Okay, you bunch of bastard children, get outta my kitchen!" shouted Cid.
"But we have to make-"
"Bastard children?"
"NOW!!" shouted Cid, emphasizing by pointing to the living room. Yuffie folded her arms over her chest in a pout while Hikari slumped her shoulders and sighed as she followed Yuffie out of the kitchen into the living room.
"Dammit, why the hell I have to do everythin' for your fokin' family, ya ninja?!"
"First of all: they're not my real family. Second of all: you're gonna cook them for us?!!" squealed Yuffie in delight, handing him her apron.
"Yeah, yeah," he declared, snatching the apron and pulling it on.
"Yay!!" began Yuffie and Hikari, until Yuffie realized there could be a condition. She narrowed her eyes at him and stopped bouncing up and down. "Wait, what do you want in return-"
"I'M GETTING ONE OF THOSE DAMN CUPCAKES, GOT IT?!!!" snapped Cid, cleaning up their mess first.
"Okay! Business deal COMPLETE!!" agreed Hikari, grabbing his hand and shaking it eagerly. Cid stared at her to his hand. "Man, I thought we were going to die, for sure! You're a really life saver, thank you!"
"Yeah, whatever kid. Just get out there and do something than take up my time," grumbled Cid, snatching his hand back as well.
"Thank you!" appreciated Hikari.
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"It's been nice knowin' ya, Sora!" called out Trinity.
"Huh? What'd you mean by that?!" Sora called back.
Each holding a bokuto, Sora and Haiku were squared off against each other, ready for battle and the call of the first move. Sora held his with two hands and Haiku with one. Their position remained different, and yet the same, for each was willing to stake their health on their wooden sword.
"My boyfriend's been practicing!" shouted Trinity.
Relaxing by the back alley wall, Riku leaned against it with his hands in his pockets and one foot propped up against it while Trinity stood around with fingers folded behind her head. Spikey, however, squatted on the ground, pressing his back against the hard, concrete wall.
"Where did that girl go?" asked Trinity to Riku.
"She said something about 'fuzzy bunnies' and 'deodorant.' Anyway, so is Sora the champion of fights around here?" asked Riku, montonely.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. Sora's the best fighter and has had more nose jobs than anyone I know. He's got good feet work, nice martial art skills, and good with pain. He used to pick fights with us, but that was along time ago. Ever since Vince left, we've become good friends and fight for fun..."
"Vince?" wondered Riku, raising a brow. Spikey shot him a dirty look as Trinity gazed at him startled by his clueless tone.
"You're... you're really new here, aren't you?" asked Trinity. Spikey drew himself onto his feet.
"It's over now," Spikey judged.
"Wha?" Trinity turned back to the fight, having not realized they had started battling long ago. A few seconds of whirlwind fighting, and suddenly, Haiku collided into the earth and skidded backwards toward Trinity's feet.
"You okay, hon'?" asked Trinity, peering over him.
"Fine... perfectly fine. But you're stronger now, Sora!" exclaimed Haiku as Trinity helped him onto his feet. He looked at his bokuto and noticed there was a crack in the blade. He smirked at Sora and spit out to the side.
Sora rested the bokuto blade across his shoulders and smiled at Haiku before turning to them all and laying his blue eyes on Riku. Riku gazed at him, surprised. Sora smiled, slyly before winking at Riku.
"Let's just say I found myself a rival," Sora declared, grinning. Riku swore his heart skipped a beat at his wink. It made him wonder how Sora really felt about him. Was he his rivaling bestfriend or his bestfriend potentially a boytoy? Riku quickly react before anyone could tell if he was drifting in though.
"Yeah," agreed Riku, smirking, "Right."
"You and your rival are challenged," declared Spikey out of the blue. Riku snapped his head toward the teenager, about his age, dressed in the punk clothes.
"What?!" demanded Sora in shock.
"You've got to be kidding me...." Riku murmured, still leaning against the wall, watching Spikey as he stepped forth. Haiku blinked at him as Sora stared as well. Riku narrowed his eyes at Spikey. "You want both of us to fight you, at once?"
"No, I don't do bokuto battles. But someone else is willing to raise his wooden blade to yours," replied Spikey, jerking a thumb to above. He smirked shortly before -
CLANG!! TRRRSSH!!!
A metal pry bar struck the cement some feet from them. The party of five all laid eyes on the bar, jutting out from the crumbled cement surrounding it. From the roof tops, a young man leaped to that spot on one knee. Slowly, he stood up and picked up the pry bar like a toothpick from an ourderv.
The young man, tall, about Sora's and Riku's height, was dressed in jeans not too tight or baggy that reach a little past his heel and covered his sneakers. He wore a tight long black T-shirt with a crew neck and a silver pendant necklace of a foreign symbol. His short hair was a jet black with vibrant spikes parted; a few strands limped over his golden, yellow eyes.
Sora watched him, startled by the strike, yet, unfamiliar with him. Sora could feel deep in his heart that they have met before. 'That pry bar.... I- ' Sora's eyes widened realizing who was standing before him. This look of shock quickly left his face, and an expression of unamused anger fled over him as he narrowed his eyes.
"Riku," he began.
"I know," Riku replied. He, too, could also tell the identity of this young challenger standing before them. Riku clenched his teeth; the evil inside him anxious to reach out and beat the punk before them senseless. He knew his anger was reckless, but he didn't care. No, Riku would take revenge for his sister's nightmare. For her fear. And his almost certain failure at being a big brother.
The young man grasped the pry bar in his hand, not giving a look toward them, until he spoke in a hard, cold, tone. It was young, but reckless like a someone in anger, pain, sadness, amusement, and no emotions at all. His voice. It was almost emotionless.
"This is yours..." muttered the young man in a voice loud enough for the throng of teenagers to hear and low enough to hint the anger. In an instant, he threw the pry bar into the wall between Sora and Riku. Riku didn't flinch, but Sora shot his head to the side to dodge.
"Shit!" cursed Sora.
"Damn..." muttered Haiku, startled by the life threat toward his sparing partner. 'He didn't aim to miss, did he?' wondered Haiku.
"You know him?" asked Haiku to Riku.
"Don't ask a question to which you already know the answer," Riku replied, hoarsely, as he stepped off the wall. He glared at the young man before him who glared back from the corner of his eyes.
"You're willing to fight to death," stated Spikey, folding his arms over his chest.
"What?! You know we don't do those kind of matches anymore, Spikey! Not in six months!" exclaimed Trinity. Spikey turned to her with a smile holding a secret.
"We don't; but I have a feeling these two do," Spikey told her. That didn't assure her any more or less, but he turned to the duo of rivals. "I don't know about you, Sora, but Riku, you're willing to fight to death or to the point of unconsciousness, right?"
"To the point of unconsciousness," agreed Riku, cracking his knuckles.
"To the point of unconsciousness," agreed Sora, withdrawing his bokuto from across his shoulder. Their opponent sneered and spit on the ground to the side.
"To death," he spoke. "I won't take mercy for taking away my heart."
"What're you talking about?!" Riku demanded, harshly.
"She was my heart. I took her for my own-"
"Shut up! Hikari isn't yours! She doesn't belong to anyone!" snapped Riku.
"You're gonna want this-" Trinity began placing a bokuto in his hands.
"Thanks -" Riku appreciated shortly, taking it and directing it toward their opponent.
"Wait, this is a battle over a woman? If it's over a woman, it isn't worth it-" Spikey began, taking back his encouragement.
"Shut it, Spike, go chivalry!" shouted Haiku.
"Ugh, boys," groaned Trinity, flooding a hand to her brow. She uncovered her face and threw a bokuto toward Sora and Riku's opponent. "Yo, mystery man! Catch!"
After catching it was one hand, the young man glared at both of the boys who continued to glare at him with narrowed, focused eyes full of anger. He smirked, like a villain would, before speaking, "You better come at me all at once."
And that was it.
And that was that.
All at once, they began fighting, fighting in a blur of blade against blade, blade against flesh, blade against air. The audience was left flabbergasted by their technique, by their skill, and most of all, by their speed. All of a sudden only after a several moments the battle begun, Sora flew backwards across the ground as Riku leapt backward beside him. He collapsed to one knee; both of them were panting....
and bleeding.
Yes, somewhere in the battle, their opponent had made direct hits toward their flesh. Blood was trickling from Riku's mouth, and both his biceps were grazed by the wooden bokuto. Sora, however, seemed to be taking blows quite well for the only parts of him that bled where his right cheek and his left bicep.
Even though they out numbered their opponent, their enemy remained unharmed despite the several cuts made into clothing over his legs, thighs and arms. He pointed the tip of his bokuto toward them.
"Now tell me: which one of you threw that stupid bar!?" snapped their opponent. Sora and Riku stared, surprised by that demand. He gritted his teeth in frustration. "Tell me! Which one of you threw it! The one who tells me will be spared instead of me having to kill both of you. TELL ME, NOW!!"
'What....? So... So if I say it was Sora, he'll kill Sora instead of me?' wondered Riku.
'Wait, if I say it was me, he'll kill me! But if I say it was Riku... he'll...he'll kill Riku?' wondered Sora.
"I THREW IT!!!" both of them shouted at once! Riku and Sora stopped and looked at each other. Then glared at each other.
"I threw it!" they declared at once.
"Threw what?" wandered a voice.
All six pairs of eyes fled to the owner of the voice. A girl with flowing white hair and a lime jade eyes in jeans and a shirt walked into the alley way. Riku and Sora froze, recognizing the girl's identity.
"No.... HIKARI, GET OUT!!!" shouted Riku.
"Huh? Riku...? Ack, you're hurt!" exclaimed Hikari, rushing toward them.
"No, get back!" shouted Sora. "You have to run, Hikari, he's-"
"You're... you're hurt too, aren't you?" assumed Hikari, gazing toward their opponent. The kidnapper stared at her, unsure of how to react or what to say. His eyes and face was blank of words or emotions.
"Dammit," cursed Sora, taking his bokuto and throwing it toward their opponent like one of Yuffie's shuriken stars. It immediately sliced their opponent's arm and caused him to cave into his knees.
"Ah!" he gasped, grasping his left bicep in pain.
"Sora! Why the hell did you do that?!" snapped Hikari, shooting an angry look at him.
"Don't you get it?! He's your kidnapper!" shouted Sora.
Hikari blinked at him, shocked and thoroughly confused. She gazed at him and Riku to the man kneeling before her and grasping his arm. She stepped toward him, and for a few moments, he only stared at her sneakers to take away the pain. She bent down onto her knees and placed a hand on his bleeding wound reopened. He yelped and backed away.
"It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you," she spoke, trying to comfort him. She leaned forward placing a hand on his arm and hand, smiling with an honest gaze. "I don't like the fact you tried to kidnap me, but I'm willing to forgive you. If you're willing to let me help you, that is..."
He stared at her, unable to respond. He lowered his stare to a gentle, quiet, aloof gaze with piercing golden eyes. "I guess."
"Heh, thanks. You're forgiven. Now..." Hikari began turning to her friends, Sora and Riku, and grinning positively, "let's get you all cleaned up."
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"Wake up, Wakka, you baka!" shouted Lulu.
"But I dun wanna!!!" whined Wakka, rolling off of the couch.
"Wakka no baka! Remember? You promised you'd take me out on a date before the game tonight," recalled Lulu, towering above the fallen Wakka with her hands on his hips. She wore a short black miniskirt, tall knee height boots and a black spagetti-strap shirt over a white 3/4 sleeve shirt. She smiled at him, a curtain of hair still shadowing over her left eye.
Wakka shook his head fiercely before taking off his head band and smoothing out his hair. Once done, he wrapped the headband around and smiled at her as he got onto his feet.
"Ya, sure, love," Wakka assured her.
CRASH!!
"I'm sorry!"
"Selphie, I can get it myself!"
"No, I dropped it; I can clean it up!"
Wakka winced, and a look of worry and dreadfullness came across his face. Lulu lowered her lids in unamusement.
"The tikes are here," stated Lulu.
"They're not tikes, they're only sixteen years old," Wakka rephrased her comment. Lulu narrowed her eyes.
"And we're 4 years older than them. If I hadn't graduated last year, I will have killed myself before yesterday began."
"Now, don say that, Lulu. I don wanna think about you dead..." exclaimed Wakka, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She pouted.
"Well, Tidus is okay, but that girl is little too happy, don't you think?" asked Lulu, still focusing on the fact they hung out with teenagers four years younger than them.
"But isn't Selphie adorable? She's like a little ball of life, humanity, and love composed into a single living homosapien bent upon bringing the world into a greater light...."
Lulu's body tensed. She glanced back at Wakka and raised an eyebrow. "Have you been reading my Halo books again?" inquired Lulu.
"Just a few..."
"Ah."
"Ow!" yelped Selphie from the kitchen.
"Selphie, I told you I'd clean it up myself! You see, I just knew you were going to get hurt!" Tidus confessed.
Tidus and Selphie was cleaning up a shatter remnants of a vase on the floor. Selphie had brought some flowers for Wakka in a way of saying thank you. Tidus was there, so he put them in a vase, but Selphie accidentally caused it to fall from the high place it was placed in. It crashed.
"Geez, come on," he told her, dragging her to the sink. He took her bleeding hand from the cut of the glass, placed it under the faucet and turned the nob to release cool water onto her wound.
It was only a small cut, but Tidus liked to take care of his friends even if he didn't know Selphie that much. He held her close, her back pressing against his chest, and he clasped a hand over hers underneath the rushing water. Selphie was blushing, wondering why she felt so warm and fuzzy near him. She couldn't possibly be in-
"There, that's enough.... Go sit down," Tidus stated after turning the water off, taking a rag and drying her hand off and then his. She set herself down in a chair of a pair at a table while Tidus reached into a cabinet and grabbed a box of Band-Aids. "We always keep a large box of Band- Aids and bandages here basically, because we're always getting hurt in blitzball, you know."
After taking the box, he sat down in the opposite chair of the pair and scooted over so the table was no longer between them. He dug into the box as Selphie watched him.
"You live here with Wakka?" asked Selphie.
"Yeah. I do," Tidus stated.
"What about your mom or dad...?" asked Selphie. Once Tidus found the perfect size, he took her hand and sit it in the air between them.
"Here, I've got it," he told her, unwrapping the bandied and pulling off each tab before wrapping it around her finger. She watched him as he did so intently. She began again.
"I asked, 'what about your-"
"My mom's dead, and my dad.... he's um... I don't know where he is exactly. He left me and my mother when I was very young," he confessed, once done with her cut. He shut the box and leaned his head into his left hand. "I don't know almost anything about him. Except that he was a star blitzball player."
"So you follow in his footsteps as a way to get close to him?" asked Selphie. Tidus looked away toward the window.
"I play blitzball because of the adrenaline, the excitement, and it's the only thing I can really do to ever measure up to his expectations..." Tidus muttered. Selphie blinked at him, confused at first, then smiled cheerfully.
"I think he'd be proud of you," Selphie exclaimed. Tidus blinked at her, surprised.
"Huh?"
"Yep, you're a good person to be proud of, Tidus. After all, I'm proud of you. I'm sure he is, too," Selphie told him. He gazed at her for a while, her words sinking into his head. Then he smiled at her.
"Thanks."
"Your welcome, Tidus. And thank you for not being mad about your vase."
Tidus blinked at her.
"That wasn't my vase."
"....-=sniffle=- Mon, dat was da vase me mother gave to me...." uttered Wakka, staring down at the pile of broken pieces on the floor. Selphie hung her head and apologized.
"Sorry....Wakka."
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Next Episode of Symphony Remix:
While Hikari takes care of the boys' injuries, Wakka and Lulu go on a double date with Tidus and Selphie at Gainsborough Burrow where Yuffie is serving as a waitress at the time. It is 4:30 and Professor Leon is still waiting for his student to come. Will Yuffie forget? Will Tidus stab Wakka with a fork? Will Sora and Riku finally get down and dirty?
......
HELL NO!!!!
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"When life gives you lemons, you must clone those lemons, and make super lemons." - Clone High
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