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Red
By: Angelsoft
Setting: Sora's got a secret admirer and she's messing up his life. She's left notes written in her own blood, items he hasn't seen for years, and disturbing photographs of his friends. And with each day he refuses to be with her, one of his friends die.
Disclaimers: I do not and will not ever own cute lil' Sora or his buds. Disney and Square Enix do. I do own some characters in this ficcy, though.
A/n: Thanks for the reviews. Third Rabbit told me this was a cool site. (Grins) OH, and if you thought the letter was creepy, then strap yourself in for a ride cause when this fic's over with, you'll be wondering who's who on the island. Anyway, here's chapter two.
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"You're joking, ya?"
"Yeah, that's can't be true. Our Sora has a lovebird? Hahahah!!"
"It's not funny, guys!"
A cherry red Sora began to growl furiously as his classmates and fellow islander friends, Wakka and Tidus laid on the white sand, rolling in laughter. In Tidus' left hand was the note and on Sora's face was a look of annoyance. Mercedes rolled her eyes as she walked up to Tidus and kicked him in his crotch, instantly silencing him and quieting Wakka. She stuck her pointer at Wakka's nose.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourselves," she snapped. "The both of you."
Tidus' face surge with pain as he tried to stand.
"Man, Merce," Wakka complained, "We were just kiddin' with him."
"Well, maybe next time you won't open that big mouth, ya?" She mocked him, and then glanced at Tidus.
"Get up," Mercedes placed her hands on her hips. "Stop being weak. If you couldn't take that, then I pity you when you go against Riku."
"Anyway," Riku interrupted them, "do you guys know anyone who stares at Sora a lot?"
"Umm, everybody."
Riku rolled his eyes.
"Be serious."
Wakka scratched his head and nodded with a genuine look of wonder.
"Well," he leaned against the Seaside Shack, "I do know a one girl who have a crush on Sora."
"That's good," Sora sighed. "It's a girl."
"Who do you know?"
"Well, there's that girl named Jenna." Wakka said as Sora's eyes lit up.
"That new girl with the glossy hair has a crush on me?" Sora looked bewildered. "I thought she thought I was a freak."
"Get back on track, dummy."
Riku glanced at Tidus.
"Do you know someone?"
Tidus, finally out of his state, nodded.
"Yeah, I know two girls who have a crush on him. There's that girl who looks like a stick. You know, Micah. And then there's that crazy girl."
Mercedes shrieked in disgust, causing the boys to look at her confused.
"You're not talking about Emi, are you?"
"Yeah, that's the girl."
Sora shrugged. "What's so bad about her?"
Mercedes stuck her lips out.
"What's not bad about her? You want to know how she looks? She makes wet dirt look pretty!"
"Mercedes!"
"Well, it's true!" Mercedes gave a frown. "Sora, to be descriptive about her, I'll explain how she looks. You might remember her, Riku? Remember that girl who rolled down the hallway after she accidentally tripped over Selphie's books?"
Riku stayed silent for a moment, then looked disgusted too.
"Eww, I know who you're talking about now," Riku frowned. "That really nasty, freaky looking girl."
Sora looked from Riku to Mercedes.
"Who're you two talking about?"
Riku glanced at Sora.
"Sora, remember when we were talking in the hallway? It happened a couple of weeks ago."
"Oh, yeah. I remember."
"Remember that girl that ran passed us after those new kids picked on her? The girl with the hair?"
There was a slight emphasize on Riku's last word.
Sora stood still for a moment, then his eyes widen with complete humiliation and disgust.
"Oh my god!" Sora looked worried. "That fat girl? The girl with the cotton ball hair?"
"That's her!" Mercedes jumped with excitement. "That's the girl I was talking about."
"Eww, she has a crush on me…?" Sora frowned. "What not Riku?"
"Just your luck."
Riku waved his hands, and instantly hushed them.
"Okay, we've got three girls who has a crush on Sora. But, who's the one that wrote the note."
"Whoever it is," Mercedes looked at the sheet of paper, "must have connections with a writer. I hate this note."
The group continued for hours until twilight slowly began to approach the paradise and it was time to go home. Tidus and Wakka hurried to join Selphie at the docks while Sora, Riku, and Mercedes went a slower pace. Sora suddenly stopped and turned back toward the Seaside Shack.
"Where are you going?"
Sora waved to his two friends.
"I got to get something from the Seaside Shack. Tell Kairi that I'll see her tomorrow, Mercedes."
Mercedes nodded with worry.
"You be careful out here, Sora." She frowned. "It's really creepy at night."
"Yeah," Sora goofily smirked. "I will."
~*~
The sky was dark and shadowy as Sora stepped out the Seaside Shack. He looked down at the white paper with a frown. He almost forgot it and it was the only clue he had of his admirer. Walking towards the dock, he smiled noticing the stars in the sky and hopped in to his boat. A loud, shrill scream caused him to tilt over and fall in to the oceanic water. Looking up and around, Sora's teeth chattered at the feeling of the cold water and glanced forward, seeing a figure lying on the sandy beach floor.
"Who's that?" He blinked once and then again.
Something told him not to go, but he couldn't resist seeing whom or rather what it was. It stuck out like a thumb and the redness was strikingly seeable. As his yellow shoes squeaked and push aside the loads of sand before him, he paused at what was leading him to it. Blood. A seeping trail of blood was before him. Sora paled and gulped at the same time, then hurried up to the figure.
"It's a girl," he mumbled.
The girl looked disgusting. She was big with rolls of fat hidden underneath a white t-shirt, soaked in crimson and black. Her chubby face appeared to be peeling off while her skin looked melted and wan. Huge arms reached towards Sora as he fell backwards and stared in shock at the girl as she rose up. She looked as though she was crying blood as she reached out for Sora.
Dear Sora,
I need you. I've been in the shadows since I was young. Nobody understood me and they liked her better. They liked my sister way better than me and it wasn't fair. I tried cutting the pain away, cutting my arms, cutting my hair, and even cutting my face to shape it to perfection. But nobody cared. They all wanted me to drift in to an everlasting oblivion.
I long for you. I need you, Sora. Your heart, your love, and even your feelings are what I need. But they don't understand that, Sora. They don't. Your friends are pushing you and shaping you in to what they want you to be. Leave them, my love, and come with me. Then, we will be in the true paradise…
Angelic waves to you,
Anonymous
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Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as Sora looked around. No longer was he on the beach, but rather, he was home. His window, blowing the gentle wind of the night, was open and the moon could be clearly seen. Sighing, he fell back on to the pillow with questioning eyes, not seeing the set of two notes he held in his hands.
"How'd I get here?"
Standing outside, looking in to his window was that same figure in the same shadowy clothing. The clothing began to sway with the wind as the figure revealed half of its face and smirked, cherry lips curling.
Strands of crimson seeps within
For all of we will pay for our sins
As long as you share pain with me
We will no longer need happiness, friends, nor the oceanic sea