~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Jailyn's POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Geez this house is creepy." I muttered, eyeing the crooked shutters and peeling gray paint. Riku said nothing in return; preoccupied with the half- conscious man he was awkwardly carrying. I pushed my soppy black and gray bangs away from my face. The rain plastered them down again. Hopping up the steps two at a time, I glanced over my shoulder at Riku. He nodded for me to go on. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
A few minutes passed, nothing happening. The rain was growing stronger. I started to knock again. The door flew open and I jumped back, startled. "H- hi." I choked out. The completely red-clad young woman standing in front of me watched me expectantly. I looked back at Riku again, not knowing what to do. He didn't look too sure of himself either.
The woman's near black eyes looked over my shoulder at the injured man. She pursed her thin lips. "Another one." She said quietly. Her gaze abruptly turned on me. "You. What is your name?" She asked.
"Jailyn ma'am." I answered.
She smiled. "Ma'am." She repeated, shaking her head. "Bring him in." She said quickly. Riku and I carefully maneuvered the man up the stairs and into the house. His long brown hair was covering most of his face, but there was a deep gash visible right above his right eye. There was a scar tracing across the bridge of his nose. The scar looked like it'd been there a while. There was another deep deep cut from the top of his shoulder down to his elbow. After seeing the wreck, Riku thought he'd cut himself crawling out of the window.
He was badly dehydrated and hungry, and it seemed like he'd broken a few ribs but other than that I figured he was lucky. His passenger hadn't made it out so well. Riku and I found him limping across the highway just as the rain began and managed to coax him into the car. He had only said two words before passing out.
"Where's Yuffie?"
I didn't know have the heart to tell him that this 'Yuffie' person had obviously been killed. The storm forced us to seek shelter in this run-down place.
The woman led us into a sort of lobby, motioning for us to sit him on the couch. I hesitated, the couch being so clean and white, but the man groaned and we quickly helped him onto it. He was coming around.
I looked behind me but the woman was gone.
"Well, we made it." Riku smirked, popping his back and looking around the room. There was a large floor-length mirror covering the wall across from us. The walls were completely white, as where the two couches and small wooden chair by the door. The room was completely void of pictures or color or character. Even the floor was a whitewashed wood.
"Not a very bright person is she?" I laughed, trying to lighten the tension. Riku didn't answer, staring thoughtfully at the man.
"What's your name?" He asked loudly. As though snapping out of a deep dream the brunette's eyes opened. I watched helplessly as he tried to orient himself. The white walls didn't help.
Thunder crashed outside, causing me to jump. It seemed to jolt a memory of the man's because I saw his eyes flash with fear. "Where's Yuffie? And Selphie? Are they okay?" He tried to stand up but grimaced in pain.
"Hold on. There were two people with you?" Riku asked, gently forcing the man to sit back down. The man brought his hand up to his cut, and looked at the blood on his fingers. His sunken navy blue eyes locked onto Riku's.
"How many did you find?" He asked hoarsely. Riku swallowed hard and looked at me. I shrugged, eyes wide. There was only one person in the car, and she was dead.
"What's your name sir?" I asked clearly, getting the man's attention. He looked at me for a minute, then finally said,
"Its Leon."
"Here you are-Oh he's up." The woman with black eyes had returned with a first aid kit. Leon looked at her.
"Who're you?" He asked, his words getting slower and slower. He was having difficulty swallowing. "I need something-to drink." He managed to say. Obviously we didn't realize how severe the dehydration was.
"Here. I'll go get something." She handed me the kit, then disappeared down the hallway again.
I handed the white box to Riku. "You do it. I don't know how." I said, shivering. I could see all of us were. He opened the box without complaint and began to work with the wounds.
"He's going to need stitches. And a doctor." I said, hovering nervously over his shoulder. Riku looked at me steadily until I slowed. "Sorry." I muttered. He went back to work.
Leon looked at me. "I asked you-" He paused. "How many people were in the car."
This time Riku avoided my eyes, giving me no help or advice. I sighed heavily. "Um. There was one girl. She had long red hair-"
"Selphie." He said quietly. I just nodded. "And?" He half-whispered.
I lowered my eyes. "She was dead." I said as emotionless as possible. The man's shoulders sagged and he sighed almost inaudibly. He suddenly looked very tired. With great difficulty he asked,
"And what about the other girl? Black hair, short..." He trailed off as I shrugged.
"There was no one else in the car." Then added, "But that's good! That means she's alive." The fake cheer in my voice was evident, and only seemed to upset the man more.
"Right. Alive." He mumbled. The woman returned then with some water.
"Here this should help..." She was saying but I tuned everything out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Kairi's POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well, I guess this is okay." I mumbled, looking around the room. It was completely done in lavender, with two beds on opposite sides of the room. There was a large desk on the wall between them, with nothing but a purple pad of paper, a vase of fake purple flowers, and a pen that wrote in, surprise, purple. The only thing not purple was the mirror and woodwork.
This was just one of the oddities I'd noticed around Riaz's house. For one, each room (and there were a LOT of rooms) had a certain color. Everything in that certain room pertained to the color. There were very very few accessories like pictures or artwork or decorations.
Even Riaz herself followed that pattern. She had red hair, almost blood red, and she wore red everything. The only thing even slightly out of place was her eyes, which seemed to change from black to gray frequently. She had a ring, red of course, with a silver band. And that was all.
From the second I laid eyes on her I couldn't tell anything about her. I didn't know if she was my age, or older. I couldn't tell if she was kind or cold, pretty or homely, sane or insane.
Good or Evil.
Yuffie looked around the room too, eyebrows raised. "Its...interesting." She said finally. It was more than she'd said since we arrived. She and I were sharing a room, since Aerith and Cloud would be in one. Sora would have his own.
Even though she seemed nice enough, I was still jumpy around this stranger. Yuffie was still limping; luckily it was only a sprained ankle. The cut on her forehead was bandaged and was expected to heal soon. The swelling from the black eye had gone down considerably. She still needed a good meal and a shower. Sleep would do her good too.
I wasn't sure to approach her now; her eyes taking a far off look in them. She looked out the window at the dark sky and pouring rain, watching it. I in turn, studied her. She had short black hair that fell messily into her blue eyes. She was short, but she was obviously capable of taking care of herself. She wore a pair of baggy jeans, sneakers, and a camouflage T- shirt.
I just opened my mouth to ask if she wanted to go downstairs when the door flew open. Sora leaned heavily against the doorway, panting.
"You-you just had to choose a room on the 3rd floor didn't you?" He managed to say.
"There IS an elevator. We used it." I reminded him. Lightning flashed, causing me to flinch. "What's wrong?"
Sora seemed to remember why he came. "There's some people downstairs that got stranded. One's been in a wreck." He looked at Yuffie. She looked at him closely, expression unreadable.
"Come on." I said, taking her by the elbow. She didn't argue. I started toward the elevator.
"Can't we take the stairs?" Sora asked nervously. I smiled at him, remembering that he didn't like elevators.
"Its faster and easier. I promise they're perfectly safe." I assured him, pushing the down arrow. The elevator inside hummed to life. "See?" I gestured to the closed doors. "Its fine."
There was a sudden shrieking noise, like metal being ground against a chalkboard. I clapped my hands over my ears and flinched. "WHAT IS THAT?" I yelled. Suddenly it stopped.
We lowered our hands slowly, listening cautiously. "Perfectly safe huh?" Sora muttered, eyeing the closed doors. The elevator was making weird clicking noises, and it slowly came closer. It stopped and the doors slid open. The light was flickering ominously, and it seemed to be shuddering.
I looked at Sora, then Yuffie.
Sora eyed the elevator wearily, and then turned. "I'll test it." He said, disappearing into our lavender room. He emerged a few seconds later with the vase of flowers.
He tossed it into the shaft, and I held my breath. It shuddered again twice, squeaking slowly. There was a loud snap, and the elevator plummeted from view.
I screamed just as Sora shoved me back. Yuffie stumbled back against the wall, staring at the now empty shaft in horror.
I heard it land with a loud crash and put a hand against the wall to steady myself. That could have been us.
`*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I have to give a warning. I will kill off a few characters in this story, just because I have to in order to advance the plot. There are hints of Sora/Kairi Cloud/Aerith and even some Squffie coming soon.
I don't own anything.
"Geez this house is creepy." I muttered, eyeing the crooked shutters and peeling gray paint. Riku said nothing in return; preoccupied with the half- conscious man he was awkwardly carrying. I pushed my soppy black and gray bangs away from my face. The rain plastered them down again. Hopping up the steps two at a time, I glanced over my shoulder at Riku. He nodded for me to go on. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
A few minutes passed, nothing happening. The rain was growing stronger. I started to knock again. The door flew open and I jumped back, startled. "H- hi." I choked out. The completely red-clad young woman standing in front of me watched me expectantly. I looked back at Riku again, not knowing what to do. He didn't look too sure of himself either.
The woman's near black eyes looked over my shoulder at the injured man. She pursed her thin lips. "Another one." She said quietly. Her gaze abruptly turned on me. "You. What is your name?" She asked.
"Jailyn ma'am." I answered.
She smiled. "Ma'am." She repeated, shaking her head. "Bring him in." She said quickly. Riku and I carefully maneuvered the man up the stairs and into the house. His long brown hair was covering most of his face, but there was a deep gash visible right above his right eye. There was a scar tracing across the bridge of his nose. The scar looked like it'd been there a while. There was another deep deep cut from the top of his shoulder down to his elbow. After seeing the wreck, Riku thought he'd cut himself crawling out of the window.
He was badly dehydrated and hungry, and it seemed like he'd broken a few ribs but other than that I figured he was lucky. His passenger hadn't made it out so well. Riku and I found him limping across the highway just as the rain began and managed to coax him into the car. He had only said two words before passing out.
"Where's Yuffie?"
I didn't know have the heart to tell him that this 'Yuffie' person had obviously been killed. The storm forced us to seek shelter in this run-down place.
The woman led us into a sort of lobby, motioning for us to sit him on the couch. I hesitated, the couch being so clean and white, but the man groaned and we quickly helped him onto it. He was coming around.
I looked behind me but the woman was gone.
"Well, we made it." Riku smirked, popping his back and looking around the room. There was a large floor-length mirror covering the wall across from us. The walls were completely white, as where the two couches and small wooden chair by the door. The room was completely void of pictures or color or character. Even the floor was a whitewashed wood.
"Not a very bright person is she?" I laughed, trying to lighten the tension. Riku didn't answer, staring thoughtfully at the man.
"What's your name?" He asked loudly. As though snapping out of a deep dream the brunette's eyes opened. I watched helplessly as he tried to orient himself. The white walls didn't help.
Thunder crashed outside, causing me to jump. It seemed to jolt a memory of the man's because I saw his eyes flash with fear. "Where's Yuffie? And Selphie? Are they okay?" He tried to stand up but grimaced in pain.
"Hold on. There were two people with you?" Riku asked, gently forcing the man to sit back down. The man brought his hand up to his cut, and looked at the blood on his fingers. His sunken navy blue eyes locked onto Riku's.
"How many did you find?" He asked hoarsely. Riku swallowed hard and looked at me. I shrugged, eyes wide. There was only one person in the car, and she was dead.
"What's your name sir?" I asked clearly, getting the man's attention. He looked at me for a minute, then finally said,
"Its Leon."
"Here you are-Oh he's up." The woman with black eyes had returned with a first aid kit. Leon looked at her.
"Who're you?" He asked, his words getting slower and slower. He was having difficulty swallowing. "I need something-to drink." He managed to say. Obviously we didn't realize how severe the dehydration was.
"Here. I'll go get something." She handed me the kit, then disappeared down the hallway again.
I handed the white box to Riku. "You do it. I don't know how." I said, shivering. I could see all of us were. He opened the box without complaint and began to work with the wounds.
"He's going to need stitches. And a doctor." I said, hovering nervously over his shoulder. Riku looked at me steadily until I slowed. "Sorry." I muttered. He went back to work.
Leon looked at me. "I asked you-" He paused. "How many people were in the car."
This time Riku avoided my eyes, giving me no help or advice. I sighed heavily. "Um. There was one girl. She had long red hair-"
"Selphie." He said quietly. I just nodded. "And?" He half-whispered.
I lowered my eyes. "She was dead." I said as emotionless as possible. The man's shoulders sagged and he sighed almost inaudibly. He suddenly looked very tired. With great difficulty he asked,
"And what about the other girl? Black hair, short..." He trailed off as I shrugged.
"There was no one else in the car." Then added, "But that's good! That means she's alive." The fake cheer in my voice was evident, and only seemed to upset the man more.
"Right. Alive." He mumbled. The woman returned then with some water.
"Here this should help..." She was saying but I tuned everything out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Kairi's POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well, I guess this is okay." I mumbled, looking around the room. It was completely done in lavender, with two beds on opposite sides of the room. There was a large desk on the wall between them, with nothing but a purple pad of paper, a vase of fake purple flowers, and a pen that wrote in, surprise, purple. The only thing not purple was the mirror and woodwork.
This was just one of the oddities I'd noticed around Riaz's house. For one, each room (and there were a LOT of rooms) had a certain color. Everything in that certain room pertained to the color. There were very very few accessories like pictures or artwork or decorations.
Even Riaz herself followed that pattern. She had red hair, almost blood red, and she wore red everything. The only thing even slightly out of place was her eyes, which seemed to change from black to gray frequently. She had a ring, red of course, with a silver band. And that was all.
From the second I laid eyes on her I couldn't tell anything about her. I didn't know if she was my age, or older. I couldn't tell if she was kind or cold, pretty or homely, sane or insane.
Good or Evil.
Yuffie looked around the room too, eyebrows raised. "Its...interesting." She said finally. It was more than she'd said since we arrived. She and I were sharing a room, since Aerith and Cloud would be in one. Sora would have his own.
Even though she seemed nice enough, I was still jumpy around this stranger. Yuffie was still limping; luckily it was only a sprained ankle. The cut on her forehead was bandaged and was expected to heal soon. The swelling from the black eye had gone down considerably. She still needed a good meal and a shower. Sleep would do her good too.
I wasn't sure to approach her now; her eyes taking a far off look in them. She looked out the window at the dark sky and pouring rain, watching it. I in turn, studied her. She had short black hair that fell messily into her blue eyes. She was short, but she was obviously capable of taking care of herself. She wore a pair of baggy jeans, sneakers, and a camouflage T- shirt.
I just opened my mouth to ask if she wanted to go downstairs when the door flew open. Sora leaned heavily against the doorway, panting.
"You-you just had to choose a room on the 3rd floor didn't you?" He managed to say.
"There IS an elevator. We used it." I reminded him. Lightning flashed, causing me to flinch. "What's wrong?"
Sora seemed to remember why he came. "There's some people downstairs that got stranded. One's been in a wreck." He looked at Yuffie. She looked at him closely, expression unreadable.
"Come on." I said, taking her by the elbow. She didn't argue. I started toward the elevator.
"Can't we take the stairs?" Sora asked nervously. I smiled at him, remembering that he didn't like elevators.
"Its faster and easier. I promise they're perfectly safe." I assured him, pushing the down arrow. The elevator inside hummed to life. "See?" I gestured to the closed doors. "Its fine."
There was a sudden shrieking noise, like metal being ground against a chalkboard. I clapped my hands over my ears and flinched. "WHAT IS THAT?" I yelled. Suddenly it stopped.
We lowered our hands slowly, listening cautiously. "Perfectly safe huh?" Sora muttered, eyeing the closed doors. The elevator was making weird clicking noises, and it slowly came closer. It stopped and the doors slid open. The light was flickering ominously, and it seemed to be shuddering.
I looked at Sora, then Yuffie.
Sora eyed the elevator wearily, and then turned. "I'll test it." He said, disappearing into our lavender room. He emerged a few seconds later with the vase of flowers.
He tossed it into the shaft, and I held my breath. It shuddered again twice, squeaking slowly. There was a loud snap, and the elevator plummeted from view.
I screamed just as Sora shoved me back. Yuffie stumbled back against the wall, staring at the now empty shaft in horror.
I heard it land with a loud crash and put a hand against the wall to steady myself. That could have been us.
`*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I have to give a warning. I will kill off a few characters in this story, just because I have to in order to advance the plot. There are hints of Sora/Kairi Cloud/Aerith and even some Squffie coming soon.
I don't own anything.