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I always hated storms. And that night, there was a terrible one. I was laying on my bed, listening to music, and I saw a flash and heard a crack not even a second afterward. After the rolling ceased, I climbed out from under my sheets and looked out the window. There was a huge, red-black- purple ball glowing in the sky above the neighboring island. And in the sea's turbulence was a small boat with a silver-haired captain. I blinked a couple times, and asked myself if Riku would be stupid enough to row out in this weather. My amazement soon turned to concern for my friend, and I hopped out my window and paddled out after him. I soon saw Sora follow, from his house a few hundred yards away from mine. When I finally reached the dock, I didn't bother tying up my boat, but I saw Kairi's there too. I was going to start running along the dock, but small black and purple pools started forming around my ankles and I freaked out. I screamed, although I knew no one could hear it through the storm. I tried to collect myself, and I ran. The rain stung my eyes and I spotted Riku on the Paopu Island. Sora was already a couple steps ahead of me. I bolted, not wanting to wait and see what was happening as black swirls circled up Riku's torso. I cried out and it seemed like slow motion until my fingertips touched his. The tiny island was spinning, and disappearing in clouds of black-purple smog. But I knew Riku was close, and Sora was gone. That was the beginning of everything I had always dreaded... and always dreamed as well. I woke up in some unknown place, on hard stones. My head hurt like hell, and I could hear the buzz of neon lighting. I hadn't lived on the Destiny Islands for very long, only a little over a year, but Sora, Kairi, and Riku had become my friends very quickly. I had lived in a beautiful city in a faraway land called Ryuai. It was one of three places in the world where magic and fantasy still existed. Dragons roamed free in the fields, unicorns were kept in local ranches, and friendly little faeries lived everywhere. I had been studying to become a sorceress, and I knew basic defensive and offensive magic. But enough about my past. It all faded away anyways. Like I said, I woke up on a hard stone floor, in a city somewhere. My eyes blinked open and blurred though tears, and finally cleared up to reveal a small alleyway with boxes stacked up to one side. I sat up, and held my head. It felt like I had been through a thousand hurricanes. and knowing my unfortunate luck, I probably had been. I felt alone, and sat next to the wall with little courage and even less hope, when I heard a familiar voice approaching. "Hey, you're awake!" Riku became visible from around the corner, and I breathed out a sigh of relief. I didn't have to be alone. I hated being alone. He handed me a cup of steaming noodles, and we ate them in the cold, hard alleyway. Afterward, he asked "So. why did you follow me?" I looked at him and stated "I couldn't let my best friend be on an island alone in the middle of a huge storm." His face became hard, almost cold, and said "No, I mean, why did you grab my hand on the Paopu island?" "Oh." I replied. "I don't know. I didn't even know where I was going, and then I felt your hand." This was the truth, and he contemplated this carefully. Then he sighed and said softly "Well, I guess we're stuck together until we find Sora and Kairi." I pouted and said "Whaddya mean, 'stuck'?" I poked his head. "I'll have you know that many men find me attractive and would LOVE to spend time alone with me." I turned my head away from him, closed my eyes, and crossed my arms. "Maybe wherever you lived before, BABE (the emphasis on this made me cringe) but I come from an island. Women in bikinis everywhere, tourists watching the island folk, girls playing volleyball. I hate to burst your bubble, but you're nothing out of the ordinary to me." I tried not to look hurt by this, but I must have let something slip, because he gave a 'hmph' and stalked away to find a garbage can. I huddled up and cried because my ego had just deflated to about the size of a pea. And when I heard him coming back I turned around and faced the wall, still with my chin on my knees. I almost knew he rolled his eyes, and he sat down next to me. I turned away from him; I didn't want him to see me crying. He'd think I was weak. But he grabbed my chin and jerked my face toward him. I glared at him, but he was smiling. Grinning, actually. "Hurt your feelings that much, did I?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Well, now, won't it be fun?" He started to sing. "I hate you, you hate me." he trailed off as I returned my head to my knees, burning a hole in the brick wall with my stare. A couple seconds later he said, "It's not going to catch fire, you know, so do yourself a favor and look at me." This pushed me over the edge, and I stood up lightning-quick and yelled at him. "YOU'RE A FRIGGIN EGOTISTICAL MANIAC! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE WHAT OTHERS THINK AS LONG AS IT MAKES YOU-" I poked him "LOOK GOOD! IF I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH IT FOR LONG I'M RUNNING OFF ALL BY MYSELF AND YOU'LL FEEL ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE WHEN YOU FIND MY DEAD BODY IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE!!!!!" I think I overdid it. He was shaking, his eyes wide, but he managed to reply very calmly. "We'll see. Go ahead. Run off. I want to see how long it takes for you to come running back to me begging for forgiveness." ~PMS.~ He thought ~This will pass over quickly.~ or so he hoped. I was still huffing at him, nostrils flared, but I calmed down and fell to my knees shaking. What had I done? I had probably just severed my ties with the only one I was familiar with. I started crying and he raised an eyebrow. "O. k." he mumbled, and he started to inch away from me. I soon fell asleep crying, and the next day wasn't much better.
I always hated storms. And that night, there was a terrible one. I was laying on my bed, listening to music, and I saw a flash and heard a crack not even a second afterward. After the rolling ceased, I climbed out from under my sheets and looked out the window. There was a huge, red-black- purple ball glowing in the sky above the neighboring island. And in the sea's turbulence was a small boat with a silver-haired captain. I blinked a couple times, and asked myself if Riku would be stupid enough to row out in this weather. My amazement soon turned to concern for my friend, and I hopped out my window and paddled out after him. I soon saw Sora follow, from his house a few hundred yards away from mine. When I finally reached the dock, I didn't bother tying up my boat, but I saw Kairi's there too. I was going to start running along the dock, but small black and purple pools started forming around my ankles and I freaked out. I screamed, although I knew no one could hear it through the storm. I tried to collect myself, and I ran. The rain stung my eyes and I spotted Riku on the Paopu Island. Sora was already a couple steps ahead of me. I bolted, not wanting to wait and see what was happening as black swirls circled up Riku's torso. I cried out and it seemed like slow motion until my fingertips touched his. The tiny island was spinning, and disappearing in clouds of black-purple smog. But I knew Riku was close, and Sora was gone. That was the beginning of everything I had always dreaded... and always dreamed as well. I woke up in some unknown place, on hard stones. My head hurt like hell, and I could hear the buzz of neon lighting. I hadn't lived on the Destiny Islands for very long, only a little over a year, but Sora, Kairi, and Riku had become my friends very quickly. I had lived in a beautiful city in a faraway land called Ryuai. It was one of three places in the world where magic and fantasy still existed. Dragons roamed free in the fields, unicorns were kept in local ranches, and friendly little faeries lived everywhere. I had been studying to become a sorceress, and I knew basic defensive and offensive magic. But enough about my past. It all faded away anyways. Like I said, I woke up on a hard stone floor, in a city somewhere. My eyes blinked open and blurred though tears, and finally cleared up to reveal a small alleyway with boxes stacked up to one side. I sat up, and held my head. It felt like I had been through a thousand hurricanes. and knowing my unfortunate luck, I probably had been. I felt alone, and sat next to the wall with little courage and even less hope, when I heard a familiar voice approaching. "Hey, you're awake!" Riku became visible from around the corner, and I breathed out a sigh of relief. I didn't have to be alone. I hated being alone. He handed me a cup of steaming noodles, and we ate them in the cold, hard alleyway. Afterward, he asked "So. why did you follow me?" I looked at him and stated "I couldn't let my best friend be on an island alone in the middle of a huge storm." His face became hard, almost cold, and said "No, I mean, why did you grab my hand on the Paopu island?" "Oh." I replied. "I don't know. I didn't even know where I was going, and then I felt your hand." This was the truth, and he contemplated this carefully. Then he sighed and said softly "Well, I guess we're stuck together until we find Sora and Kairi." I pouted and said "Whaddya mean, 'stuck'?" I poked his head. "I'll have you know that many men find me attractive and would LOVE to spend time alone with me." I turned my head away from him, closed my eyes, and crossed my arms. "Maybe wherever you lived before, BABE (the emphasis on this made me cringe) but I come from an island. Women in bikinis everywhere, tourists watching the island folk, girls playing volleyball. I hate to burst your bubble, but you're nothing out of the ordinary to me." I tried not to look hurt by this, but I must have let something slip, because he gave a 'hmph' and stalked away to find a garbage can. I huddled up and cried because my ego had just deflated to about the size of a pea. And when I heard him coming back I turned around and faced the wall, still with my chin on my knees. I almost knew he rolled his eyes, and he sat down next to me. I turned away from him; I didn't want him to see me crying. He'd think I was weak. But he grabbed my chin and jerked my face toward him. I glared at him, but he was smiling. Grinning, actually. "Hurt your feelings that much, did I?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Well, now, won't it be fun?" He started to sing. "I hate you, you hate me." he trailed off as I returned my head to my knees, burning a hole in the brick wall with my stare. A couple seconds later he said, "It's not going to catch fire, you know, so do yourself a favor and look at me." This pushed me over the edge, and I stood up lightning-quick and yelled at him. "YOU'RE A FRIGGIN EGOTISTICAL MANIAC! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE WHAT OTHERS THINK AS LONG AS IT MAKES YOU-" I poked him "LOOK GOOD! IF I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH IT FOR LONG I'M RUNNING OFF ALL BY MYSELF AND YOU'LL FEEL ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE WHEN YOU FIND MY DEAD BODY IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE!!!!!" I think I overdid it. He was shaking, his eyes wide, but he managed to reply very calmly. "We'll see. Go ahead. Run off. I want to see how long it takes for you to come running back to me begging for forgiveness." ~PMS.~ He thought ~This will pass over quickly.~ or so he hoped. I was still huffing at him, nostrils flared, but I calmed down and fell to my knees shaking. What had I done? I had probably just severed my ties with the only one I was familiar with. I started crying and he raised an eyebrow. "O. k." he mumbled, and he started to inch away from me. I soon fell asleep crying, and the next day wasn't much better.