Unforeseen Attraction
By: Kietah-chan
A/N: YAY! Thank you guys so much for reviewing and putting up with my laziness of not updating for about a month!! ::laughs nervously:: Please don't kill me! Well, anyways, you should all be glad that I am at least updating now!! I wanted to finish this chappie before Christmas . . .so . . .that was my goal . . .LOL. Well, Thank you guys so much!! Now, a heads-up on this chappie:
--gorey scenes (at least my friends thought so . . .)
--unsure romance
--and deep mind contradictions!!! Woo!
Well, I hope this won't be too dull….but the stuff in here is VERY IMPORTANT for the future of this fic so pay close attention!!!
Here ya go!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic….which I find to be very stupid and lame. I don't know why I can't OWN any characters . . .I mean, I draw them all the time . . .so . . .why can't I HAVE them? Maybe I should write to SquareSoft or something . . .that could work . . .but they probably wouldn't let me cuz I'm only a video game-struck teenage girl . . .so . . .they would probably think I was crazy and throw me out the door into the dark and lonely world . . .so . . .now I resort to typing this damn disclaimer note. There you go. Enjoy the chappie!!
Ch. 4: The Longest Night Ever—Part: 1Kairi's POV:
My mind was pounding uncontrollably and my body was aching under the dead weight of my burden I seemed forced to carry. A couple of times I stumbled over an idiotic rock that seemed to be lying inconveniently in the middle of my path and fell over, obviously causing Sora to topple to the ground as well. Then, forcing my body to move and not just lay there in the dirt, I staggered back to my feet and lifted him back to his feet and around my shoulder again. I could feel tears of pain and fury rising in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I would not cry in a situation like this: that's not who I am.
As I was about halfway to my house, the idea occurred to me that I could have taken him to the nearest house, called the hospital and saved myself this torture. I cursed under my breath about how stupid I was to not realize that before I was too far away. I had no other choice but to continue trudging along this damn path in the hot summer heat joined in with occasional bone-chilling breezes from the ocean. The stars that once twinkled so gently above now seemed to mock my stupidity and weakness. I ignored their silent taunts and continued to my house that now seemed so far away.
I had always loved my house being on a hill so I could see over the cliff to the water below, but now I was cursing everything possible for the inconvenience of its' location at a time like this. I knew I shouldn't have blamed it on my parents or the Realtors or people like that, but I was so angry that everybody seemed guilty. The sweat was dripping down my face and Sora's blood ran into my clothes and sticking to my skin. I could smell the odd combination of sweat and blood at I stumbled along, and every now and then, I felt like I needed to stop to hurl out my twisting insides, but I swallowed it down.
I felt the strength of my companion slowly dying away by the way his arm was loosening its' grip on my shoulders and the colour fading from his once-tan face. I tried to speed up the process of getting to our destination, but my legs collapsed from underneath me and I fell to the ground with a soft thud. Sora rolled a little ways away from me, but I didn't care. All of the pain and emotion I was holding up inside for the past 10 minutes came bubbling back up to the surface of my chest. I started sobbing then; I just full-out cried there in the twilight and in the summer heat. Sora didn't make a sound as I let my emotions run out of me. Half of my numb mind believed he was already dead, which only brought more tears to my eyes. I felt like a failure. I felt like it was my entire fault that the boy was dead and that he should have gotten medical help, but I refused to.
The sudden sound of puking caught my attention and I blearily turned my head in Sora's direction. He had doubled over and was facing away from me with his arms clutched around his stomach, hurling into the grass by the path. The sound was horrible and I felt like I had to throw up too, but I restrained myself. We didn't really need two people throwing up at a time like this; one was enough. A dry coughing sound followed up his disposing of liquids and it quickly ceased in a matter of seconds. I quickly brushed away the tears that were still lingering on my cheeks and staggered back to my feet. I walked over to where he was lying and shook his shoulder gently.
"Come on, we don't have that much further to go . . ." I whispered quietly to him. For a moment he didn't respond nor seem to acknowledge my command, but I then saw his eyes slowly open to reveal those glazed irises that looked all too vacant. I grabbed his hand and forcefully pulled him to his feet. His legs collapsed under the sudden weight and he almost fell back over again. I grabbed his other hand and pulled it around my shoulder so he could balance himself.
So off we were again; trudging to a place that seemed to keep getting further and further away with every staggered step. The pain was once again inflicted upon my already beaten shoulders, but now I had a new hope arisen in my downcast chest. I knew that we would make it eventually and that all would be well, but "eventually" seemed like an eternity.
After what did seem like an eternity, we finally did reach the back door to my house. As soon as I neared the step, I pulled him off of my shoulders for relief. Sora landed on the patio with a dull thud, but I really didn't care at that moment. We were there and that was all that mattered in my mind. My mother never locked the back door, which always freaked me out when I was little, but now I was very grateful of her habits. I turned the brass knob as quietly as possible and pushed open the glass door into my dark kitchen. I moved back over to where Sora was lying and, once again, hoisted him onto myself again for what I hoped would be the last time.
I dragged him through the door and into the kitchen where I couldn't see a thing except for a small area around the open door where some meager moonlight was streaming in through. I didn't bother turning on any of the lights, for I knew my mom would see it through the crack under her door and immediately come to see this predicament. I knew that if I told her, she would demand me to call an ambulance so this hellish nightmare would come to a close. It seemed, right now, that that was the only possible solution, but something kept telling me that it wasn't.
I knew that I was taking a huge chance of dragging the half-dead body of my classmate through my house and up the stairs to my bedroom, but I had no other choice. I knew that blood could and probably would get on our pearly white carpet and would send my mother to thinking some odd things, but I didn't care. I dragged Sora through the dark kitchen; bumping into counters and the table and almost stepping on my cat's tail, until the stairs finally came into view when I squinted my eyes. I climbed the steps while pulling him along behind me, praying with every step that we weren't making too much noise.
At the top of the stairs, I limped along with him as quietly as I could possibly go when we passed my mother's room. We continued down to the end of the hallway where my bedroom was located. I slowly and cautiously opened my door and tiptoed inside. Once the door was shut, I bustled over to my closet door and opened that, now not caring if I made noise, for my mother would just think I was looking for a stuffed animal or something stupid like that. I turned on the closet light and my completely and hideously messy closet that I called my "junk room" came into view. I pushed around some random objects and made a small clearing for where Sora could lay down. I propped his head up with a green pillow that was lying nearby. The fact that he was going to get everything bloody didn't matter to me. I had too many other things on my mind.
"Hang in there . . .we made it this far and now you're safe," I whispered hastily to him, even though I guessed he couldn't hear me. He was probably in "la-la" land or something, but I knew he wasn't dead. I checked his pulse anyway though: just to make sure. There was blood on the corner of his mouth and it was bugging me, so I took a blanket corner the wiped it away gently. I didn't really need that blanket, so it didn't matter if it got bloody. His face had become a sickly pale, probably from blood loss, and his eyes were still squeezed shut. I knew he was in pain by the way he clutched his stomach, but I didn't know how severe it really was.
Sora slowly opened his bright blue eyes with such an effort for such a small task. They weren't filmed with blood anymore, I observed as he fixed his gaze on mine, but they still looked cloudy in a way. I saw the pain and worry shining so clearly in those captivating orbs. I saw the suffering of his insides and the pounding of his head in his eyes. The way he was looking at me brought on a new word to describe this boy: innocent.
'This is all screwed up,' I thought angrily in bewilderment as I gazed into those eyes shining with deep innocence. It seemed too hard for me to imagine that this was the boy I was furious at all day! Now, here I am, watching over him as if he were in my care! 'Why am I even caring about this idiot kid, anyway?!' I almost screamed aloud. I couldn't believe that I was actually sitting there, beside him, wiping blood away from his mouth and checking his pulse every 5 minutes. 'If I should be with anyone right now, I should be with Riku and wiping blood away from his mouth! Not Sora's!' I thought furiously to myself.
But no . . .something was telling me inside; a little tiny and far away voice that this was right . . .and that it's my destiny. That made me think: what is destiny? Does it mean just to belong to somebody forever and ever? Does it mean that you were meant to be? Or does it mean that you just love each other? But then . . .what is love? I could never come with an actual definition for the term "love", and I have wondered over the question for years now. How do you know you love somebody? Is it like a rock hitting your head when you're around them with a note attached to it saying: "hey, stupid! You love him!"? Or is it something more complex? But whatever love is, something was hitting my head . . .but it wasn't a brick . . .it was my light bulb string . . .
"You don't . . .have to . . .do this, ya know . . ." Sora said to me in a raspy whisper, jerking me from my confused and jumbled up thoughts and bringing me back down to earth. He was still staring at me with those eyes, and, judging by how watery my eyes were, I was too. I looked away for a moment, afraid that he would think I was crying or something.
"Yea . . .I know I don't . . ."I said quietly back to him, still not facing him and quickly brushing my tears away. After all of the "water" was gone, I turned back around to look at him, when I saw that his eyes were, yet again, closed. They didn't seem to show any kind of pain like before, so I knew he was sleeping. It was almost like he needed to know why I was doing what I was doing for him to sleep peacefully. Now I felt like I had fulfilled his wishes. That made me feel a little better about what I was doing. I didn't feel as guilty as before, but still, every now and then, a little pang of reasoning struck me and I started to rise to get my cell phone to call an ambulance. But something was holding me back . . .could it be . . .destiny?
I turned round to face his sleeping self when I stuck my hand out and rested it on his forehead. It felt hot, as if a raging fever was rushing through his veins, or it could have just been from the temperature outside and in my room. I wanted to open a window, but the breeze would chill it too quickly. Then I would be dealing with a new fever crisis. My eyes moved to his other hand resting on his stomach. I knew I was violating him by snooping in to see what was hurting so badly, but I needed to know.
As gently as possible, I took his hand in mine and moved it away and rested on the floor. Anxiety overtook me and I almost was afraid to see what he was hiding from me, but it seemed like vital information in a time like this. I slowly unzipped his black jacket down to his waist and gasped in horror. The site sickened me and I actually had to spit out something that rose from my stomach.
Right about where his stomach was, was a large black and blue mark about the size of a baseball. It seemed to be swelling and almost about to burst from his gut. The blob had streaks of yellow and brown mixed within it. With every breath Sora took, the blob and swell rose and fell as if that were his stomach. It was just what I had expected and worse. As my eyes swept over him, I saw more black and blue marks about where his ribs were. Judging by the way they were positioned, I knew that he must have snapped a few of them, also. 'No wonder he's in pain . . .'
I zipped his jacket up as quickly as possible, wanting to hide the disgusting and revolting sight from my mind and sat back with my back to the wall. Sora was in terrible shape for some reason that I didn't know of yet. How can you just find somebody lying in the middle of a path with a swollen stomach, four broken ribs and a gash in their head? It was almost as if he hit his head for the gash and landed on a rock or something to break the ribs . . .but how did his stomach get like that? The whole situation baffled me and I couldn't find an answer. I needed to know, but Sora was sleeping (and God did I not want to bother him in his condition) and I needed to sleep as well.
I looked blankly over at his sleeping face that now looked peaceful and innocent again. I wanted to move closer to him, but I also didn't want to. It's not like I was afraid of him or anything; I just don't want to be near him. I'll think too many things if I do. There was something else about this 16 year-old boy that I just couldn't put my finger on. Behind his strange and unusual innocence, there was something masked that I wanted to reveal. I just couldn't find it, though.
It struck me that I never would have dreamed of this whole thing happening when I jumped out my window on a mission to get my lost book. Well, look at what happened. If I had come across him lying on the path right after school today, I would have left for the buzzards! It's all because of my damn forgiveness! Now I'm in this mess and I can't get out of it because of my damn conscience! I closed my eyes for what I knew would be the longest night ever . . .
Whose feelings are these?
Why am I feeling so caring towards him?
Why is the pounding of my heart so loud?
. . .Can . . .he hear it?
A/N: OH YEA! I liked that chappie, I dunno about you guys, though. You might have thought it was boring . . .BUT I TOLD YOU TO PAY CLOSE ATTENTION!!! THE STUFF THEY TALKED ABOUT WILL BE IMPORTANT IN THE NEXT FEW CHAPPIES!!! WOOOOOOOOOO!! Lol. Well, sorry there wasn't much dialog . . .there was a lot of actions and thoughts. LOL. I really liked how I ended this chappie though. Meh.
Well, you know what to do!!!!!!
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