Author's Note:
Kiyda: -=sitting on the bed at her laptop ina gymn shorts and old shirt=- Gomen nasai, minna-san. I was busy with depression, cupcakes, boys, karate, backtoschool shopping, killing my brother, my bestfriend Natsune, and Vikky- kun. Oh yeah, and Yami no Matsuei. Not to mention, writer's block.
Riku: -=leaning against the bedroom wall=- You always have writer's block.
Kiyda: o.o Well, yeah, I guess. So many were demanding that they kiss already, but I kinda hate for couples to rush into relationships. I want alot of hinting and flufffing before they fully get it on. And from that point on, I'll have to jack it up to Rated R when they start to have sex like all the time.
Sora: You know? We are both in the room. -=laying upside down on the bed=-
Kiyda: -_-;;; Does it look like I care? No, I didn't think so.
Hisoka: Idiot.
Kiyda: (O_O)
Sora: O.o
Riku: O_- Nani?
Kiyda: -=glomps=- YES, SATAN, THERE IS A GOD!!!!!!!
Hisoka: Damn Tsuzuki. Damn him to the firey hells of the earth for dragging me here.
Tsuzuki: -=runs off into the night=- FINALLLY!!!! HERSHEY THEME PARK, HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!!
Kiyda: -= shouts to the heavens=- GOD OF BOYFRIENDS!!!! HOW I WORSPHIP THEE!!!! ANSWER MY GODDESS DAMN PRAYER, DAMMIT!!!! BRING ME A BISHIE!!! C'MON MAN!!!!!
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Chapter 13. Heart Breaker
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"... I don't... I don't get it..." murmured Hikari.
Her kidnapper narrowed his eyes at her as he watched her stare at his injury. Hikari's eyes were wide with shock and surprise as she stared upon his wound.
'...green blood...?' she finished thorough her thoughts. She tenderly placed a gentle finger on the path of emerald ooze on his arm.
"Ahh!" he gasped, jolting his head up.
"Sorry!" cried out Hikari in apology. She smeared a smother of green blood on her finger and brought it to her eyes. She rubbed it between her fingers, but it refused to go away. She glanced down at the young man she mounted on the ground.
"Why do you bleed green? Do you have some rare blood disease?" asked Hikari. Most of her life, Hikari only wanted to be two things: a pro blitzball player or a doctor. Her father and mother encouraged the doctor career and forced her to get head start by reading many books about special disease or medical techniques. But she had never heard anything about blood being turned into another color.
"No," he answered shortly. He gazed at her quietly as she inspected the liquid on her fingers. She sighed and took the ends of her shirt into her other hand.
"Now I have to get it off somehow...." muttered Hikari, about to wipe the liquid onto her shirt.
Nonetheless, the kidnapper took her hand smeared by his emerald blood and grabbed the back of her head with his other hand.
"What are you - MMM!!"
Her dirty fingers entered her mouth, touching her tongue. She blinked, cutting her own words off by herself. He watched her gently and intently and murmured, "Taste it. It won't hurt you..."
She blinked, then drifted her eyes closed as she licked her own fingers clean of his blood. He pulled her fingers out too soon..
"Mmm!" she whimpered, opening her eyes. He released her hand, but slowly, withdrew his other grasp on her head and slide down her back to her waist.
"I know... it should taste good," spoke the young man, gazing at her, softly and devoid of all feelings. She licked her finger tips and dried them with her shirt. She looked down at him, ashamed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't - I just - Why did you let me taste your blood?" asked Hikari, looking at him apologetically. He blinked, hesitant to respond.
"Because I felt this warm feeling from you emitting into me.... You weren't rejecting me, and I didn't want you to... I didn't want your warmth to leave me," he confessed. "I wanted to please you."
Hikari blinked at him, confused at first, but she blushed when she realized what he was trying to say. She smiled to herself and inhaled deeply, trying to escape to the surface of her red face.
"If you like me, you could just say it. You don't have to kidnap me or let me have some of your blood," Hikari told him, her hair secluding her eyes.
"You're not... upset...are you?" he asked, almost worried. She smiled, shaking her head and revealing her glowing jade eyes.
"No, no I'm not. I think... I think I like you, too," Hikari confessed, grinning like a little girl. The young man could swear a strange heat was rising to his cheeks. He wondered... was he actually blushing?!
"You have very sweet blood," confessed Hikari, smiling down at him.
"I wouldn't know. I don't taste anything..." confessed the young man, turning his head in another direction than in hers. He was trying to overcome his blushing dilemma.
"Hey... what's your name?" asked Hikari. He glanced at her sideways.
"It's Broken."
Hikari blinked. She gazed at him, confused and clueless. "Broken. That's a funny name," she commented.
"You don't have to call me Broken. You can call me whatever you-"
"NO! No, that's not really what I meant!" exclaimed Hikari. She sighed and folded her arms and leaned forward, lying on his chest and gazing at him. "Um, Broken, if I like you and you like me....then....are we a couple?"
"A couple?" asked Broken, slightly confused. Hikari blushed alight pink.
"Well, yeah, are we? I mean...what else would we be...?" asked Hikari.
"What is a couple?" asked Broken with a look of curiosity and cluelessness. Hikari furrowed her eyebrows at him in a pout. She sighed, and then smiled at him gently.
"A couple is two people who are in love with each other.... They kiss, they make out, hold hands... you know, those sort of things..." Hikari murmured to them.
He gazed at her softly and viligantly, watching her every breath, feeling her breasts against his chest, and her heart beating within it. "You mean... lovers?" he asked.
Hikari blushed and rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment. "Yeah. Lovers, I guess," she agreed.
"Then you will be my heart," Broken told her. "You will give your heart to me?"
Hikari stared at him, unsure of how to react or what to say. Slowly, a smile drew across her lips and a pink flush across her cheeks.
"My heart is yours. Be careful with it; it breaks easily," she told him, softly. He drew his hand from his side and brushed her silver hair from her face.
"I'm happy," he told her with a somber look. She frowned in a pout.
"You don't look happy," she said.
"How do you look when you're happy?" asked Broken, wearing the black expression from before.
"You smile. See?" Hikari instructed, smiling with gentle lips. He copied her action, only his smile was more of an arrogant smirk. Hikari laughed at his smile and began to shake with giggles.
"You look like Riku! My older brother! He smirks more than he smiles," she choked out between laughter.
"Is that a bad thin-"
"But you look so handsome when you smile and smirk. Riku just looks cocky..." Hikari told him. Broken blinked at her and smirked as Hikari sat up and cracked her fingers outwardly.
"Well!" she began in a yawn as she stretched, "I think we should take care of that wound of yours before it gets really bad, okay?"
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"Ri..Riku..."
Sora's arms hung loosely to his side as Riku's arms embraced him, encircled around his waist. Sora was about an inch shorter that Riku so his head was just above Riku's shoulder. Sora was buried in his thoughts and his thoughts were buried in Riku. However, none seemed so demanding, so appealing to him as the few minutes he would be able to stay in Riku's embrace. Over and over in his head, he was repeatedly telling himself he wasn't enjoying this even though his body could say otherwise.
'I shouldn't like Riku. I shouldn't! He's my best friend! This is a friendly hug! Not a I-want-you-to-be-mine-forever-now-come-with-me-and- let's-go-do-something-naked-in-the-dark-of-my-room hug.' The moment Sora spoke of that in his thoughts, the more he began to think of it and the more he became hard. And then widened his eyes in panic. 'OH SHIT!! You're in hug! No getting erotic! NO GETTIN EROTIC!!! He can feel it, dammit!!'
Sora inhaled deeply, trying to control his anxiety and his sexual organs in his pants. 'Okay, calm down. Don't get upset. Even if this isn't one of those romance novels hug, it's still very cool. And I admit it, I get aroused thinking about Riku in that way. But the reality slap is, Riku doesn't. He doesn't like me back. He doesn't think of me in that way. This is not a hug so he can feel my groin. He's just being friendly. Or... he's trying to say something. Why is Riku hugging me? What did I do?'
"Riku? What's wrong-"
"Sora, I..."
Leaning down somewhat, Riku was leaning his head into Sora's shoulder, and his warm breath became upon Sora's skin. Sora's skin trembled although he tried to hide it by gripping a hand into a fist. Riku didn't seem to notice. All he noticed, all he cared about, was Sora's heartbeat and his own. He couldn't help it. This warm, wonderful feeling in his chest descended upon him whenever Sora was near. And Sora was so very near.
"I think.. you've become so close to me. You're my best friend. You're..... like that part of me that's been missing," Riku smiled into Sora's shoulder as he chuckled. "I guess I seem like a total perv, but I feel better when you're around. I just wanted to hug you because I..."
But he couldn't say it. No. Why should he? Was he really in love with Sora? And if he was, was that something he should really say only a couple of days after meeting him? He's falling. He hadn't fallen yet. But it was true.
"I think I've found what everyone searches for all their lives. I think you're my soul mate, too," Riku confessed.
Sora stare passed Riku's silver hair. Then a broad smile spread across his lips. He forcefully embraced Riku back, knocking him a few steps back. Riku blinked in confusion as Sora suddenly hugged him back. Sora buried his face into Riku's hair and pressed his the side of his head against his.
"You are not a perv, you bastard," Sora cursed. He opened his eyes from squeezing them shut.
'That did not come out right...' Sora re-thought. (A/N: What do you mean that's not a word?!)
Riku laughed. "Sorry."
"Geez, Riku. You're a drama queen," Sora exclaimed.
"I learned from the best," Riku shot back playfully.
"Mmmph!" Sora pouted. He then swept his worries away and tightened his arms. "Riku?"
"Yeah?"
"Promise me you won't ever change?"
"Promises are easily kept and easily broken."
"Just promise me, ya bastard."
"-=chuckle=- Yeah, alright. I promise."
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"OW!"
"Sorry!"
Welllllllllll...
"Hand me the hydrogen peroxide..."
...it hadn't been what Yuffie expected it to be.
Prof. Leon had cuts all over his arms and legs from the shuriken stars. Yuffie had thoroughly planned what would take place for tutoring lesson: she throw stars, he would dodge, they'd throw fits at each other and then he'd try to kill her. And then she'd whoop his ass.
'But... this wasn't what I intended!'
"Stay still, ya cry baby!" exclaimed Yuffie. Actually, before he could whoop her ass she whooped his. It's what she was used to, but that look on his face-
Yuffie raised her gaze to her patient's face. He was watching the left wall, as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. His eyes were steady, not focused, just steady and somber as if lost in his own little world. She glared at him and yanked off a bandaid, causing him to yelp in pain(and agony).
"Wha-"
"On second thought, maybe we should let that cut breathe a little..." Yuffie muttered, signifying that she was doing for the better and not because she secretly blamed him for being so lost when really she did feel a little frustrated and angry with him. After all, being smarted than her and better than her at sword capabilities, not to mention being the tutor, she figure he would've dodged out of the way of her ninja stars. 'But noooooo... he was completely avalanched and was unable to defend himself. What a wuss,' she reviewed in her thoughts. Yuffie placed the first aid equipment back into the white plastic box labeled "In case of invasion of rabid, ill-tempered, man-eating, alien, hissing geese from the planet Neptune" and went over to another wall to where her gym bag resided to place it back in, leaving Professor Leon to get up and ignore her by staring outside the large glass window.
'Arrgh, I feel so helpless...' cursed Prof. Leon in his brain. Over and over in his head, the vision remained. 'It was all so fast. So swift. Such a quick dive below the surface. I couldn't - I couldn't even see the sharp, metal stars leave her fingertips. It brought back....'
Instantly, his eyes began to widen as he placed his hand onto the glass window that reached from floor to ceiling. His strength broke.
Sudden boom.
Sound disappeared.
Collapse.
Shattered glass.
Breaking.
Breaking down.
Everything.
Her scream.
Then all screaming.
'....old memories....'
Thud.
"Just what are you doing now, you big baby?! You better not be attacking me from behind as pay.....back..." Yuffie's flow of words stopped before they could hurt more than intended to be. From that point on, he would never see him the same way again.
Dropped onto his knees, Squall was in a insightful state of an unknown emotion. His hands were still clasped onto the window as his head hung between his open arms like a dead man chained to a wall. A dead man with the breath of the living but without the living breath.
Screaming.
Fire.
Everywhere.
Blood.
Muscle.
Bone.
Tissue.
Blood.
Fire.
Collapse.
Everything.
Everywhere.
Gone.
"Pro...Professor..." Yuffie muttered, hardly audible to who she spoke to. She watched with wide, worried eyes, hoping to Kami-samma that she hadn't caused the state he was in. She had already done so much to her teacher, bothering him, annoying him, tackling him, arguing with him, despising him, and attacking him. She couldn't stand another load of guilt stacked upon the rest. He was hurting her, couldn't he see? While she was hurting him, he was hurting her. She hoped so much that she hadn't caused whatever this was. But soon she realized, she was selfish. Those feelings of only her guilt. Yuffie Kisaragi was a very selfish girl.
"....everything..." escaped from Squall's lips. Yuffie blinked, awakening from her thoughts as she watched him.
"What..?" Yuffie asked.
Squall's body trembled, and his fingers tightened on the smooth glass causing a rubb sound with his sweat. Like he was holding something back, he tried to stop his trembling and let the words slip from his lips once more.
"....everyone..." he whispered under his breath. Now in more of a sob, he let his head droop even more from his shoulders and the words leave his mouth again. "... and... and blood... fire..... glass"
Sound.
Breathless.
Shattered glass.
Blood.
Fire.
"... screaming... all of them... they were... they're-"
Collapse.
Break.
Broken.
Flesh.
Fire.
Bone.
Blood.
Silence.
"....dead..." he whispered in an exhale. Slowly.... droplets of clear liquid began to squeeze from wide eyes and caress down his cheeks.... The tears fell onto the hardwood floor like the first drops of rain. The images flooded his brain like a raging sea from a dam into his brain, consuming him and all around him. His eyes squeezed shut as his hands began to ball into fists. Suddenly, he uttered one entire scream.
"DAMMIT!!!"
The tears continued to drop onto the floor as his sobs remained unheard in shake of his body.
Yet.
All was silenced.
Dropping onto her knees, Yuffie embraced him from behind, barely able to wrap her arms around his shoulder and waist, but more than enough from him to feel her warm, comforting presence. She smiled as she held him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Please...." she whispered into his ear. "I'm here... and I'll listen. I will listen to everything you say... and don't say. And in the end..." she paused. "I will understand. And I will be here for you and only you."
Squall stared into the ground, not knowing what to say or think. For the first time in a long time, he felt... something so warm enveloping his heart. Someone was listening. Someone was here. He was not alone. He was not alone.
He was not alone.
Finally feeling secure and assured, Squall's body unwind; his muscles relaxed. He turned to her head resting on his shoulder with the streams of tears still wet on his cheeks. His face was full of emotions like despair and exhaustion and worry and pain and anger and sorrow and misery and confusion and abandonment and woe , but.....
Yuffie gazed back at him and smiled warmly.
She was the one hope in his Pandora's box.
With that going unsaid, Squall turned to her, letting go of the glass as support, and collapsed into her arms, burying his face in her bosom. She was casted back from standing on her knees to sitting on her bum and holding his head in her arms. She blinked in surprise, then smiled as she embraced him like a lost child into a mother's arms. "I will listen to every word you say.... and don't say..."
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Next Episode of Symphony Remix:
Why the hell didn't Tidus and Selphie and Lulu and Wakka Baka show up??!!! Oh well, who gives a monkey -
So basically Hikari has a new found boyfriend and Sora and Riku still aren't heating things up?!! But don't worry, what comes around leaps off the bridge first as Leon and Yuffie become some what of a..... COUPLE???!!!
Could this be?! Has that cold bastard fencing teacher finally have warmed up to one of his worst students?! Can Yuffie truly admit her own feelings for her mean, damn goodlooking superior?! But... but a teacher and his student... could never..... really be... (O_O) THAT WOULD BE ILLEE- GAAL!!!!
Yay! It's all happenin' in the chappenin': Chapter 14. Don't Fix it
O.o Chapter title may change, Kami-samma knows.
Review please! Or suffer my uncle's cousin's nephew's niece's friend's roommate's lobster's wrath!!!!!
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"There's good in everyone. Even though you can't see it, it's there. I know it's there. I can feel it. Even Satan was once an angel. I hope that you see it within him. I hope you see him for who really is and not who he pretends to be." - Catherine Jospehine Watson, author of Crying Sky
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Kiyda: -=sitting on the bed at her laptop ina gymn shorts and old shirt=- Gomen nasai, minna-san. I was busy with depression, cupcakes, boys, karate, backtoschool shopping, killing my brother, my bestfriend Natsune, and Vikky- kun. Oh yeah, and Yami no Matsuei. Not to mention, writer's block.
Riku: -=leaning against the bedroom wall=- You always have writer's block.
Kiyda: o.o Well, yeah, I guess. So many were demanding that they kiss already, but I kinda hate for couples to rush into relationships. I want alot of hinting and flufffing before they fully get it on. And from that point on, I'll have to jack it up to Rated R when they start to have sex like all the time.
Sora: You know? We are both in the room. -=laying upside down on the bed=-
Kiyda: -_-;;; Does it look like I care? No, I didn't think so.
Hisoka: Idiot.
Kiyda: (O_O)
Sora: O.o
Riku: O_- Nani?
Kiyda: -=glomps=- YES, SATAN, THERE IS A GOD!!!!!!!
Hisoka: Damn Tsuzuki. Damn him to the firey hells of the earth for dragging me here.
Tsuzuki: -=runs off into the night=- FINALLLY!!!! HERSHEY THEME PARK, HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!!
Kiyda: -= shouts to the heavens=- GOD OF BOYFRIENDS!!!! HOW I WORSPHIP THEE!!!! ANSWER MY GODDESS DAMN PRAYER, DAMMIT!!!! BRING ME A BISHIE!!! C'MON MAN!!!!!
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Chapter 13. Heart Breaker
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"... I don't... I don't get it..." murmured Hikari.
Her kidnapper narrowed his eyes at her as he watched her stare at his injury. Hikari's eyes were wide with shock and surprise as she stared upon his wound.
'...green blood...?' she finished thorough her thoughts. She tenderly placed a gentle finger on the path of emerald ooze on his arm.
"Ahh!" he gasped, jolting his head up.
"Sorry!" cried out Hikari in apology. She smeared a smother of green blood on her finger and brought it to her eyes. She rubbed it between her fingers, but it refused to go away. She glanced down at the young man she mounted on the ground.
"Why do you bleed green? Do you have some rare blood disease?" asked Hikari. Most of her life, Hikari only wanted to be two things: a pro blitzball player or a doctor. Her father and mother encouraged the doctor career and forced her to get head start by reading many books about special disease or medical techniques. But she had never heard anything about blood being turned into another color.
"No," he answered shortly. He gazed at her quietly as she inspected the liquid on her fingers. She sighed and took the ends of her shirt into her other hand.
"Now I have to get it off somehow...." muttered Hikari, about to wipe the liquid onto her shirt.
Nonetheless, the kidnapper took her hand smeared by his emerald blood and grabbed the back of her head with his other hand.
"What are you - MMM!!"
Her dirty fingers entered her mouth, touching her tongue. She blinked, cutting her own words off by herself. He watched her gently and intently and murmured, "Taste it. It won't hurt you..."
She blinked, then drifted her eyes closed as she licked her own fingers clean of his blood. He pulled her fingers out too soon..
"Mmm!" she whimpered, opening her eyes. He released her hand, but slowly, withdrew his other grasp on her head and slide down her back to her waist.
"I know... it should taste good," spoke the young man, gazing at her, softly and devoid of all feelings. She licked her finger tips and dried them with her shirt. She looked down at him, ashamed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't - I just - Why did you let me taste your blood?" asked Hikari, looking at him apologetically. He blinked, hesitant to respond.
"Because I felt this warm feeling from you emitting into me.... You weren't rejecting me, and I didn't want you to... I didn't want your warmth to leave me," he confessed. "I wanted to please you."
Hikari blinked at him, confused at first, but she blushed when she realized what he was trying to say. She smiled to herself and inhaled deeply, trying to escape to the surface of her red face.
"If you like me, you could just say it. You don't have to kidnap me or let me have some of your blood," Hikari told him, her hair secluding her eyes.
"You're not... upset...are you?" he asked, almost worried. She smiled, shaking her head and revealing her glowing jade eyes.
"No, no I'm not. I think... I think I like you, too," Hikari confessed, grinning like a little girl. The young man could swear a strange heat was rising to his cheeks. He wondered... was he actually blushing?!
"You have very sweet blood," confessed Hikari, smiling down at him.
"I wouldn't know. I don't taste anything..." confessed the young man, turning his head in another direction than in hers. He was trying to overcome his blushing dilemma.
"Hey... what's your name?" asked Hikari. He glanced at her sideways.
"It's Broken."
Hikari blinked. She gazed at him, confused and clueless. "Broken. That's a funny name," she commented.
"You don't have to call me Broken. You can call me whatever you-"
"NO! No, that's not really what I meant!" exclaimed Hikari. She sighed and folded her arms and leaned forward, lying on his chest and gazing at him. "Um, Broken, if I like you and you like me....then....are we a couple?"
"A couple?" asked Broken, slightly confused. Hikari blushed alight pink.
"Well, yeah, are we? I mean...what else would we be...?" asked Hikari.
"What is a couple?" asked Broken with a look of curiosity and cluelessness. Hikari furrowed her eyebrows at him in a pout. She sighed, and then smiled at him gently.
"A couple is two people who are in love with each other.... They kiss, they make out, hold hands... you know, those sort of things..." Hikari murmured to them.
He gazed at her softly and viligantly, watching her every breath, feeling her breasts against his chest, and her heart beating within it. "You mean... lovers?" he asked.
Hikari blushed and rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment. "Yeah. Lovers, I guess," she agreed.
"Then you will be my heart," Broken told her. "You will give your heart to me?"
Hikari stared at him, unsure of how to react or what to say. Slowly, a smile drew across her lips and a pink flush across her cheeks.
"My heart is yours. Be careful with it; it breaks easily," she told him, softly. He drew his hand from his side and brushed her silver hair from her face.
"I'm happy," he told her with a somber look. She frowned in a pout.
"You don't look happy," she said.
"How do you look when you're happy?" asked Broken, wearing the black expression from before.
"You smile. See?" Hikari instructed, smiling with gentle lips. He copied her action, only his smile was more of an arrogant smirk. Hikari laughed at his smile and began to shake with giggles.
"You look like Riku! My older brother! He smirks more than he smiles," she choked out between laughter.
"Is that a bad thin-"
"But you look so handsome when you smile and smirk. Riku just looks cocky..." Hikari told him. Broken blinked at her and smirked as Hikari sat up and cracked her fingers outwardly.
"Well!" she began in a yawn as she stretched, "I think we should take care of that wound of yours before it gets really bad, okay?"
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"Ri..Riku..."
Sora's arms hung loosely to his side as Riku's arms embraced him, encircled around his waist. Sora was about an inch shorter that Riku so his head was just above Riku's shoulder. Sora was buried in his thoughts and his thoughts were buried in Riku. However, none seemed so demanding, so appealing to him as the few minutes he would be able to stay in Riku's embrace. Over and over in his head, he was repeatedly telling himself he wasn't enjoying this even though his body could say otherwise.
'I shouldn't like Riku. I shouldn't! He's my best friend! This is a friendly hug! Not a I-want-you-to-be-mine-forever-now-come-with-me-and- let's-go-do-something-naked-in-the-dark-of-my-room hug.' The moment Sora spoke of that in his thoughts, the more he began to think of it and the more he became hard. And then widened his eyes in panic. 'OH SHIT!! You're in hug! No getting erotic! NO GETTIN EROTIC!!! He can feel it, dammit!!'
Sora inhaled deeply, trying to control his anxiety and his sexual organs in his pants. 'Okay, calm down. Don't get upset. Even if this isn't one of those romance novels hug, it's still very cool. And I admit it, I get aroused thinking about Riku in that way. But the reality slap is, Riku doesn't. He doesn't like me back. He doesn't think of me in that way. This is not a hug so he can feel my groin. He's just being friendly. Or... he's trying to say something. Why is Riku hugging me? What did I do?'
"Riku? What's wrong-"
"Sora, I..."
Leaning down somewhat, Riku was leaning his head into Sora's shoulder, and his warm breath became upon Sora's skin. Sora's skin trembled although he tried to hide it by gripping a hand into a fist. Riku didn't seem to notice. All he noticed, all he cared about, was Sora's heartbeat and his own. He couldn't help it. This warm, wonderful feeling in his chest descended upon him whenever Sora was near. And Sora was so very near.
"I think.. you've become so close to me. You're my best friend. You're..... like that part of me that's been missing," Riku smiled into Sora's shoulder as he chuckled. "I guess I seem like a total perv, but I feel better when you're around. I just wanted to hug you because I..."
But he couldn't say it. No. Why should he? Was he really in love with Sora? And if he was, was that something he should really say only a couple of days after meeting him? He's falling. He hadn't fallen yet. But it was true.
"I think I've found what everyone searches for all their lives. I think you're my soul mate, too," Riku confessed.
Sora stare passed Riku's silver hair. Then a broad smile spread across his lips. He forcefully embraced Riku back, knocking him a few steps back. Riku blinked in confusion as Sora suddenly hugged him back. Sora buried his face into Riku's hair and pressed his the side of his head against his.
"You are not a perv, you bastard," Sora cursed. He opened his eyes from squeezing them shut.
'That did not come out right...' Sora re-thought. (A/N: What do you mean that's not a word?!)
Riku laughed. "Sorry."
"Geez, Riku. You're a drama queen," Sora exclaimed.
"I learned from the best," Riku shot back playfully.
"Mmmph!" Sora pouted. He then swept his worries away and tightened his arms. "Riku?"
"Yeah?"
"Promise me you won't ever change?"
"Promises are easily kept and easily broken."
"Just promise me, ya bastard."
"-=chuckle=- Yeah, alright. I promise."
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"OW!"
"Sorry!"
Welllllllllll...
"Hand me the hydrogen peroxide..."
...it hadn't been what Yuffie expected it to be.
Prof. Leon had cuts all over his arms and legs from the shuriken stars. Yuffie had thoroughly planned what would take place for tutoring lesson: she throw stars, he would dodge, they'd throw fits at each other and then he'd try to kill her. And then she'd whoop his ass.
'But... this wasn't what I intended!'
"Stay still, ya cry baby!" exclaimed Yuffie. Actually, before he could whoop her ass she whooped his. It's what she was used to, but that look on his face-
Yuffie raised her gaze to her patient's face. He was watching the left wall, as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. His eyes were steady, not focused, just steady and somber as if lost in his own little world. She glared at him and yanked off a bandaid, causing him to yelp in pain(and agony).
"Wha-"
"On second thought, maybe we should let that cut breathe a little..." Yuffie muttered, signifying that she was doing for the better and not because she secretly blamed him for being so lost when really she did feel a little frustrated and angry with him. After all, being smarted than her and better than her at sword capabilities, not to mention being the tutor, she figure he would've dodged out of the way of her ninja stars. 'But noooooo... he was completely avalanched and was unable to defend himself. What a wuss,' she reviewed in her thoughts. Yuffie placed the first aid equipment back into the white plastic box labeled "In case of invasion of rabid, ill-tempered, man-eating, alien, hissing geese from the planet Neptune" and went over to another wall to where her gym bag resided to place it back in, leaving Professor Leon to get up and ignore her by staring outside the large glass window.
'Arrgh, I feel so helpless...' cursed Prof. Leon in his brain. Over and over in his head, the vision remained. 'It was all so fast. So swift. Such a quick dive below the surface. I couldn't - I couldn't even see the sharp, metal stars leave her fingertips. It brought back....'
Instantly, his eyes began to widen as he placed his hand onto the glass window that reached from floor to ceiling. His strength broke.
Sudden boom.
Sound disappeared.
Collapse.
Shattered glass.
Breaking.
Breaking down.
Everything.
Her scream.
Then all screaming.
'....old memories....'
Thud.
"Just what are you doing now, you big baby?! You better not be attacking me from behind as pay.....back..." Yuffie's flow of words stopped before they could hurt more than intended to be. From that point on, he would never see him the same way again.
Dropped onto his knees, Squall was in a insightful state of an unknown emotion. His hands were still clasped onto the window as his head hung between his open arms like a dead man chained to a wall. A dead man with the breath of the living but without the living breath.
Screaming.
Fire.
Everywhere.
Blood.
Muscle.
Bone.
Tissue.
Blood.
Fire.
Collapse.
Everything.
Everywhere.
Gone.
"Pro...Professor..." Yuffie muttered, hardly audible to who she spoke to. She watched with wide, worried eyes, hoping to Kami-samma that she hadn't caused the state he was in. She had already done so much to her teacher, bothering him, annoying him, tackling him, arguing with him, despising him, and attacking him. She couldn't stand another load of guilt stacked upon the rest. He was hurting her, couldn't he see? While she was hurting him, he was hurting her. She hoped so much that she hadn't caused whatever this was. But soon she realized, she was selfish. Those feelings of only her guilt. Yuffie Kisaragi was a very selfish girl.
"....everything..." escaped from Squall's lips. Yuffie blinked, awakening from her thoughts as she watched him.
"What..?" Yuffie asked.
Squall's body trembled, and his fingers tightened on the smooth glass causing a rubb sound with his sweat. Like he was holding something back, he tried to stop his trembling and let the words slip from his lips once more.
"....everyone..." he whispered under his breath. Now in more of a sob, he let his head droop even more from his shoulders and the words leave his mouth again. "... and... and blood... fire..... glass"
Sound.
Breathless.
Shattered glass.
Blood.
Fire.
"... screaming... all of them... they were... they're-"
Collapse.
Break.
Broken.
Flesh.
Fire.
Bone.
Blood.
Silence.
"....dead..." he whispered in an exhale. Slowly.... droplets of clear liquid began to squeeze from wide eyes and caress down his cheeks.... The tears fell onto the hardwood floor like the first drops of rain. The images flooded his brain like a raging sea from a dam into his brain, consuming him and all around him. His eyes squeezed shut as his hands began to ball into fists. Suddenly, he uttered one entire scream.
"DAMMIT!!!"
The tears continued to drop onto the floor as his sobs remained unheard in shake of his body.
Yet.
All was silenced.
Dropping onto her knees, Yuffie embraced him from behind, barely able to wrap her arms around his shoulder and waist, but more than enough from him to feel her warm, comforting presence. She smiled as she held him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Please...." she whispered into his ear. "I'm here... and I'll listen. I will listen to everything you say... and don't say. And in the end..." she paused. "I will understand. And I will be here for you and only you."
Squall stared into the ground, not knowing what to say or think. For the first time in a long time, he felt... something so warm enveloping his heart. Someone was listening. Someone was here. He was not alone. He was not alone.
He was not alone.
Finally feeling secure and assured, Squall's body unwind; his muscles relaxed. He turned to her head resting on his shoulder with the streams of tears still wet on his cheeks. His face was full of emotions like despair and exhaustion and worry and pain and anger and sorrow and misery and confusion and abandonment and woe , but.....
Yuffie gazed back at him and smiled warmly.
She was the one hope in his Pandora's box.
With that going unsaid, Squall turned to her, letting go of the glass as support, and collapsed into her arms, burying his face in her bosom. She was casted back from standing on her knees to sitting on her bum and holding his head in her arms. She blinked in surprise, then smiled as she embraced him like a lost child into a mother's arms. "I will listen to every word you say.... and don't say..."
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Next Episode of Symphony Remix:
Why the hell didn't Tidus and Selphie and Lulu and Wakka Baka show up??!!! Oh well, who gives a monkey -
So basically Hikari has a new found boyfriend and Sora and Riku still aren't heating things up?!! But don't worry, what comes around leaps off the bridge first as Leon and Yuffie become some what of a..... COUPLE???!!!
Could this be?! Has that cold bastard fencing teacher finally have warmed up to one of his worst students?! Can Yuffie truly admit her own feelings for her mean, damn goodlooking superior?! But... but a teacher and his student... could never..... really be... (O_O) THAT WOULD BE ILLEE- GAAL!!!!
Yay! It's all happenin' in the chappenin': Chapter 14. Don't Fix it
O.o Chapter title may change, Kami-samma knows.
Review please! Or suffer my uncle's cousin's nephew's niece's friend's roommate's lobster's wrath!!!!!
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"There's good in everyone. Even though you can't see it, it's there. I know it's there. I can feel it. Even Satan was once an angel. I hope that you see it within him. I hope you see him for who really is and not who he pretends to be." - Catherine Jospehine Watson, author of Crying Sky
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