By: K-c
A/N: WOW! I'M ALREADY ON A DOUBLE-DIGIT CHAPPIE:tears stream down face: I MADE IT PAST MY RECORD! Thank you guys so much:bows 20 times:
Well, the fate of this fic is sealed. My friend Fa-Talony and I sat down one night and figured out how it's gonna end . . .YOU'LL SEE IT WHEN I GET THERE!
Random little girl:sniffle: it ends?
K-c:maniacal grin: YOU KNOW IT:beams:
It's not like I'm proud that it's ending . . .if it were up to me, I would make this last for forever and a day. BUT, I kept running out of ideas:pictures myself sitting at a computer as an old lady working on the 150th chappie:
Uhh . . .let's not go there . . .
Here ya go!
Ch.10: Past Mistakes, Future Adventures"The pleasure of a dream is that it's a fantasy. If it ever happens, it was never a dream,"
The first things that greeted me when I opened my eyes was as follows:
The room spinning around me, the bright sun blinding my eyes, and my turning stomach.
When I sat up in my bed, the covers not on me from just falling on it last night, my stomach felt like a metallic fist was clenching it as tightly as it could. I almost rose to my feet to dash to the bathroom, but suddenly, I couldn't see where I was. Where was my door? The room was spinning so fast that I couldn't make out any certain objects. My head gave a hard ping and I fell flat on my face. The impact crushed my nose and when I sat up, I was lying on the floor with blood running down my chin from my throbbing nose. I tasted the red liquid and tried once again to rise to my feet. I knew I had to get up . . .if only I could. I heard my mom rustle around in the hallway, obviously coming to knock on my door to see if I was awake yet. When I heard the knock, it sounded 10x louder than it should have. I covered my ears from the horribly loud and continuous sound, and then came her voice. It was shrill and panicky and seemed to pierce my skin.
"Kairi! Are you up yet? Come on, you have school today! You're gonna be late!"
I rolled onto my back and stared up at my ceiling and waited for it to stop whirling around in a flash of blue. I felt as if I hadn't slept a wink last night. Last night . . .what had happened those few hours ago? It all seemed like a blur to me and I couldn't remember a thing. It couldn't have been important or anything, right? A tightening feeling grew on my neck and I tugged at a long black scarf strangling me. A scarf? When I touched my chest to pull it away, I was greeted with a sharp sting on my collarbone. A cut? What the hell . . .?
"GET UP THIS INSTANT, KAIRI!" my mother shouted with a voice louder than the sea and pounded once again on my poor door, ripping me from my daydream. My legs wobbled as I stood up and clutched onto the vanity nearest to me. In the mirror, I saw the sun beaming through my window behind me and saw the most shocking sight I've ever seen. It was myself. Or was it? It sure as hell didn't look like me. The girl behind the glass had a slutty-ass outfit on that was untied on the shirt, letting her breasts to almost fall out. A stream of dark red blood ran down from her nose to her chin, shining in the rising sun. Her red hair stuck up in every which was possible and her eyes . . .her eyes were light blue, but completely dull. There was no light shining within them . . .she looked . . .dead.
"I'm awake . . ." I called quietly to my mother outside of my door. As her footsteps retreated back to her bedroom, I touched my hand to my face, almost shocked to see that the horrible looking girl in the mirror copied my moves. My hand was cold and shaking as it wiped the blood away from my nose. I then rubbed this off on one of my make-up tissues. The dark crimson stuck out like a sore thumb on the foundation-covered cloth, staring up at me as if mocking my mistakes. What mistakes did I make? What did I do? Am I to be blamed? How can I regret something if I can't even remember what it was that I did?
"I'm awake . . .I think . . ."
LATER
"Hey, Kai!" I turned around to see Rikku running up to me, smiling with her bright white teeth. She stopped in front of me as I slammed my locker door shut with a bang. Rikku clapped me on the back, acting as if she was congratulating me for something. My mind was thoroughly confused, but I smiled back her, feeling the pounding in my head once again. "Hey, you don't look too good . . .you okay?"
I glanced up at her from staring at the floor that seemed to captivate me for the moment. Her expression now showed some deep and friendly concern, but I didn't want anyone worrying over me then. Was I okay? Do I look sick? Am I sick? Is there something wrong with me? What the hell happened last night? Why can't I remember anything? Does anybody else know?
"Yea . . .yea . . .I'm fine, really," I muttered under my breath, looking her square in the eyes. The concern and worry seemed to melt away when a loud and high-pitched squeal emitted from over by the entrance. I turned around along with Rikku to see a crowd of first-years along with a few girls in our class gathered together in a mob around something. I heard little snips of a conversation, but nothing I could fully make-out.
"Are you okay?"
"What happened to your beautiful face!"
"Did somebody hurt you! I'll kill them, if you want!"
"Here, let me take care of that nasty-wasty cut of yours!"
"DAMMIT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" A guy's voice erupted from the middle of the girl's squeals. I recognized the voice immediately and my heart fell to the floor. Rikku's bright green eyes lit up at the other voice and she suddenly drifted off towards the crowd. I didn't stop her . . .I couldn't move . . .A loud clatter sounded, but I didn't pay any notice towards it, I just stared directly in front of me at the teen who was slowly emerging from within the mob of girls. What is this feeling? It's not love . . .it's not fear . . .it's like . . .regret . . .
Regret . . .
It seemed to echo in my hollow and pounding mind as he slowly neared where I was standing, frozen on the spot. His silver hair hung loose in his face, shadowing those aquamarine eyes from my sight. A little white bandage was placed on his right cheek, shielding some sort of cut (from what I had heard from the girls). His face was set in a heavy scowl and he seemed to be carrying a large burden or thought, weighing him down with each step he took. As he came right in front of me, he stopped, his eyes still looking at the floor. I remained where I stood, not daring to move a muscle to speak or run.
"I'm sorry . . .but . . ." his voice drifted off. He was so gentle sounding, and almost seemed bashful to look me in the eyes. I felt a bright blush start to form on my cheeks. What did he mean he was sorry?
Suddenly, he looked up at me, anger and fury covering his pale face. "IT'S YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT!" he shouted at me, giving me the world's harshest glare I've ever seen. I was taken aback from this sudden spurt of anger and energy coming off of him and onto me. He continued to stomp on by, once again having his eyes to the floor. I didn't watch him leave . . .I was still frozen where I stood. I could hear the murmurs of jealousy coming from the crowd of girls as they still huddled in their little group. I closed my eyes and immediately I saw myself holding a knife to Riku's neck, me sitting at a bar, me and Riku in the back of Selphie's car, and me running away into the night, falling off of the sidewalk continuously. When I opened my eyes, a tear ranout from them involuntarily.
"KAIRI!" Rikku shouted over to me from the group of girls. She was cut off by the bell signaling homeroom echoing through the emptying halls. Slowly, the horde of first-year girls trickled away from the doors and to their homerooms, giving me evil glares as they passed by. The heat from their stares made me feel even more horrible than I already did. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore . . .Riku wasn't making sense, my thoughts didn't make any sense . . .what is going on! Will somebody please tell me, already!
"Come on! We're gonna be late!" a voice interrupted my thoughts. I glanced up and saw Rikku hurrying on by me. I snapped back to reality and realized that my legs could move once again. I started to hurry off behind her, trying to get to homeroom before the bell rang and I got marked late again. I turned the hallway to my homeroom, not realizing that I had left my book behind by my locker.
Even more later
I tapped my pencil on the desk I was sitting at involuntarily. I tried to focus on what my math teacher was yapping about, but my mind kept wandering to other subjects that had nothing to do with algebra or school. So . . .now I know have a strong feeling that Riku is mad at me. Is he? He certainly did sound pissed-off when he shouted at me . . .
"I'm sorry . . .but . . .IT'S YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT!"
What was he apologizing for? So far, I know that only I did something wrong . . .shouldn't I be the one apologizing for stuff? My fault . . .my fault? What was 'my fault'? Why the hell can't I grasp any answers here? I'm just going to end up brooding in my misery for hours on end trying to sort everything out! The part that hurts me the most . . .the part that really stings me . . .is that . . .
. . . I don't want him to be mad at me . . .
I can't necessarily blame him though. One of the things I DO remember is myself holding the small switch knife to his neck and causing that bright red mark on it. I remember the look on his face when I screamed at his face for answers I didn't really want to hear and pressed the tip of the blade deeper into his flesh. I remember all of the emotions and thoughts racing through my mind as he smirked up at behind all of his fear . . .
"MISS KAIRI! ARE YOU GOING TO ANSWER THE QUESTION OR NOT?" I sat up straight with a jolt and gazed up at my teacher looming over me. His face looked ready to kill, and, by the looks from my fellow classmates, it looked as if they had been waiting for a while by now. Question? Oh shit . . .
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Niwa-san! It won't happen again!" I stammered out quickly, panic and embarrassment overtaking my body. Mr. Niwa sighed and shook his head and continued to walk down my row of desks, talking yet again. He called on Aerith to answer the question that was originally assigned to me. The blush that was slowly forming on my cheeks was now fading as I looked down at my paper in front of me. The assignment looked difficult . . . and . . .to make it worse . . .I had NO clue what we were learning today!
Before I knew it, the bell had rung and everyone was shuffling towards the doorway. I slowly stood to my feet, grabbed my folder, and shoved everything inside of my bag. Wait . . .where is my book? I dropped to the floor to check the area surrounding me, looking frantically for the little pink book I carry around with all my doodles and "diary" entries within it. I lost it . . .I dropped it somewhere . . .and now somebody is out there reading it and giggling over it with their friends . . .it's for the whole school to see . . .
"Here,"
I glanced up from my searching to see the pink and jeweled book being thrust in front of my face. I followed the hand to see Sora standing in front of me, not looking me in the eyes. He was facing away from me and I saw a dark red on his face, making the tan band-aide on his cheek stick out quite clearly. He was frowning, which I found unusual because I never see him look serious, but was still holding the book towards me. I didn't move to grab it away from him, I just stayed where I was, on the floor on my hands and knees. My heart was pounding continuously and I couldn't breathe quite right.
I peered out the window beside me and saw Sora being shoved inside of another car and Riku just coming out of the building now. I couldn't make out any of their expressions, but I had a strong idea of what they were feeling: hatred and regret.
He hates me . . .He really hates me . . .
I ruined everything . . .the strong feeling of friendship between the two of us has vanished. All he can probably think about me now is how I caused him to be sent home in a police car, seething with anger. I cared for him . . .I never left his side . . .and then I caused him pain . . .once again . . .I'm ruining everyone's lives . . .
"You dropped this earlier . . .here," he said again, his voice almost cracking with anger. His eyes were still not meeting mine, which saddened me greatly. Please look at me . . .I want to see your eyes . . .even though I've always hated how they somehow make me want to hide . . .I just want to see them . . .just this once . . .please . . .
My shaking hand closed around the smooth book and he slowly let go of it. I pulled the book close to my chest and held to it dearly. Sora remained where he was standing; his eyes still to the floor and his brown locks shielding them from me. By now, the classroom was empty (including the teacher . . .this is his lunch break period . . .) and I knew I had to get to my next class . . .but I still couldn't move. My legs were stinging from falling asleep and felt like they weighed twenty thousand pounds. He started to walk away when I suddenly opened my mouth to speak.
"Thank you . . .and . . .please forgive me . . ."
Sora turned around and now I finally met his eyes. They were narrowed in anger, but after he saw tears on my face, they widened a bit to show his normal concern. I don't know why I was crying . . .I just felt horrible for everything . . .He took a step towards me and knelt down in front of me so he was now facing me. The coldness that was once shining in his eyes was slowly melting away and he returned to his normal, caring self. He is like my best friend . . .or maybe even like my brother . . .he listens when I speak and spill my heart out about everything that runs through my mind . . .he helps me come over my problems . . .we developed this friendship in a matter of 24 hours . . .24 hours can do a lot to you, I've realized. When you're mad at somebody, grudges may be held, but after a bit or the next day, you can smile again and forget about what happened. Even though there is a small stinging pain inside of your chest that doesn't seem to go away no matter who tries to heal it for you, there is always someone there who will listen to you no matter what you say. There is always someone there who will watch after you and worry when you're feeling horrible. There is always someone there who will say all the right things at the right times and never seem to fail to make you smile. I've found that someone . . .and he was right in front of me all this time . . .
"I'm sorry . . .I'm sorry . . .but . . .please . . ." I drifted off from in between sobs and buried my face in my hands, letting the warm tears moisten the cold hands of mine. I knew he was still sitting there . . .I could feel his presence surrounding me. Even though the late bell for the next class already rang and the halls were empty and the only sound I could hear was the own sound of my tears, I didn't want to leave . . .I wanted him to stay with me . . .I know that he must have heard by now from Selphie about last night at the bar with Riku . . .but I wanted to prove to him that I'm not like that. I wanted to be his friend again . . .if we were ever friends to begin with.
Arms wrapped around my shoulders and I was being pulled close to his own body in a tight embrace. My face was now buried into his shirt and I could feel his chest rise up and down as he breathed. I continued to cry into his chest, hugging him back gently. He stroked my hair soothingly and held me so close to him . . .
" . . .Please . . .don't hate me . . .tell me . . .everything's okay . . ."
AND EVEN MORE LATER!
"SO . . ." Selphie started her sentence with an accusatory tone and slid over to me closer, her face full of suspicion. I took a big bite from my sandwich to prevent myself from answering the obvious question coming up soon. The cool breeze from the ocean blew onto the roof of the school that we were all sitting and eating lunch on. The warm, midday sun beat down upon me and I started to long for the summer uniforms to arrive. We were all sitting on a little bench along the edge by the fence and where the flowerpots were stationed. Yuna and Rikku, who up until this point had been in a deep conversation about something that had happened last night on the Internet, now turned to look at me who, I presume looked very guilty of something. Selphie suddenly loomed over me, her green eyes shining with malice and fury.
"I saw you leaving with Riku last night . . .HOW WAS IT?" she demanded from me, her voice raising to an alarming height. The sudden difference in her tone made me fall backwards in surprise and landed in the flower bush behind me. Hitting my head on the pot didn't help my still throbbing headache whatsoever. When I opened my eyes, both Rikku and Selphie were glaring me at now, their eyes shining with wild and crazy jealousy. I swallowed the bite of my sandwich with difficulty.
"YOU'RE SUCH A WHORE! YOU WERE SO INTO IT THAT YOU COULDN'T EVEN BREAK TO OPEN THE DOOR! AND WHEN I GOT BACK TO MY CAR TO FIND IT ALL STEAMED UP ON THE INSIDE, I STARTED TO WONDER SOME THINGS, KAIRI! SOME THINGS WERE PONDERED! DID YOU HAVE FUN? I BET IT WAS AWESOME, WASN'T IT? I BET YOU LOST YOUR PRECIOUS VIRGINITY TO HIM, DIDN'T YA? ALL IT NEEDED FOR IT TO BE ENGAGED WAS A FEW DRINKS IN YOUR SYSTEM, AM I RIGHT? AND THEN YOU JUST LAY BACK AND DRINK IN ALL OF THE PLEASURES! AM I RIGHT? AM I?" Selphie screamed at me while throwing me onto the ground and looming over me menacingly. I squealed in sudden surprise and winced in fear of being thrashed to death. Great . . .now the whole school knows . . .how is it that Selphie remembers everything that had happened when I couldn't?
"That's enough," I opened my eyes to see Yuna holding Selphie back from strangling me. She was giving them a cold and stern look, as if daring them to make another move. I felt a sudden sisterly connection with Yuna at that moment. Rikku still looked like she could kill me if she wanted to, but Selphie, after looking into the stern eyes of Yuna, was slowly restraining her anger bit by bit.
"Now, you don't want a teacher coming up here with all the racket you're making, right?" she asked both of them calmly, still holding Selphie's arm from reaching my neck. I breathed a sigh of relief. I can't imagine what my life would be like without Yuna being here to save me from crazy friends like these! Yuna turned around to look at me and smiled. She held out her hand to help me up and I took it. She pulled me to a standing position and I shuffled my feet around, feeling the stares from the other people boring into me.
"It's okay. I'm not mad at you, because I know that the Kairi I know would never do such a crazy thing, even if she was drunk . . ." she assured me gently. I wanted to open my mouth and tell them all that I was still a virgin, but I couldn't find the words to speak. It seemed that if I were to say anything, it would be proved wrong . . .even if it was the truth. I wanted to smile back at Yuna as well, but I couldn't. It would be a lie. 'The Kairi I know . . .' But I'm NOT the same Kairi she knows or knew! I've changed so much in a matter of 24 hours . . .but . . .there, once again. . 24 hours can do a lot to you . . .
AND LATER STILL!
The rest of the day went on smoothly without any disasters. Besides the fact that Rikku and Selphie kept giving me evil glares every time I passed them in the hallway, everything was okay. I didn't see much of Sora for the rest of the day, but everytime I did; he would smile at me and wave. Riku didn't make an appearance often, either. I knew when he was coming, though, because a large group of giggling girls often signaled his approach. I wanted to talk to him . . .just to smooth things over between us two . . .but . . .he was never alone.
The setting sun cast shadows on the ground from the trees and from myself. My footsteps seemed to echo clearly through the empty woods at dusk and my shadow stretched long and slender beside me. The bag on my back weighed me down with four textbooks and five notebooks from all of the homework I had missed while I was tending to Sora. Apparently, yesterday was national "Dump Tons of Homework on Everybody, and Make Those Who Were Sick Suffer When They Return" day. As I walked, I looked up at the fair sky that was slowly turning pink with the setting sun.
An owl's hoot sounded from above me, which surprised me. I didn't know that I could hear other things over my heart . . .it seemed so loud that the whole neighborhood could hear it in their sleep.
I stopped dead in my tracks and looked back down on the ground. I ran along this very same path last night . . .The dirt beneath my feet seemed to scream up at me of memories and hauntings of the fortnight. I shook my head distractedly and brushed a stray piece of crimson hair out of my eyes and continued to lumber on, trying to erase some of those clinging memories and nightmares easing their ways into my mind. Before I knew it, I was standing before the front door to my house. I slowly opened the heavy structure and was greeted by a phone being shoved into my face. I blinked a few times at it and then saw my mom holding it out to me.
"It's Yuna,"
"Oh . . .okay . . ." I said cautiously, slowly taking the phone from my mother's grasp. My heart was still pounding from the surprise I had just received, but when I put the phone to my ear, I was relieved to hear the sound of Yuna's cheerful voice on the other end.
"Hey, Kairi!"
"Hiya!"
There was an awkward silence as I waited to hear something more to her sentence. Very quietly, I heard some muttering in the background and Yuna saying something to her mother. Then her voice came back on, loud and clear for me to hear.
"Yea . . .I'm going to my summer home this week for Spring Break and I'm bringing a whole bunch of people. Wanna come?" she asked me eagerly, the excitement in her voice very noticeable. My heart raced at the very thought. Being away all week on a private island in a summer home with all my friends . . .it sounded great! It seemed like a perfect excuse of forgetting my troubles and just taking to time to soak in the sun and splash in the ocean. My mother loomed over me from behind, obviously trying to listen in on what Yuna and I were saying. I ignore her and started to walk away casually. My mother followed me closely though.
"YEA! That sounds like sooo much fun!" I squealed into the phone, excitement being released from my body all to quickly, making me sound as if I were five years old again. Yuna made a shriek of delight at my agreement and giggled some more.
"GREAT! Meet us all there at the airport at exactly 3:00 on Friday, okay? Don't be late!" She instructed me carefully, and then hung up. I pressed the 'off' button on the phone with a wide grin on my face. I looked up, though, and saw my mother breathing down my neck, wanting answers. I stared up at her for a few seconds and then I handed her the phone. She took it, but still gave me that look.
"Yuna is inviting me to go to her summer home this weekend for Spring Break and I'm going, okay?" I told my mother quickly and then marched up the stairs, while kicking off my shoes on the way. They landed with a clatter in the entrance hallway while my mother shouted something up at me, but the shoes drowned out the sound. I giggled to myself as I threw open the bathroom door and closed it behind me. I walked over to the bathtub and turned the silver knob for hot water on. The water gushed out like a waterfall and started to fill some of the tub up. I plugged the drain and waited for it to get full. As the water streamed into the basin, I turned to look at myself in the mirror that was quickly fogging up from the steam. The dead and cold girl that I had seen in the mirror this morning seemed to have vaporized away into dust. Colour bloomed in my pale cheeks and a happy smile was placed on my rosy lips. Even though the bright light that once shined in my crystal blue eyes was still missing, I looked as if nothing had ever happened at all. The nagging feelings of guilt and shame were still there, but not as strong as before. My heart felt enlightened for some reason and I felt like I wanted to dance around and smile as if there were no tomorrow.
"Happiness comes from the people around you . . ." My mother used to say whenever I felt sad or miserable. She would just turn around from doing the laundry or cooking and smile at me with that pleasant smile she used to always give me and my troubles would just melt away. When I was a child and after my father left, I would cry myself to sleep every night. I remember my mother coming into my room and sitting on my bed, trying to make me smile or cheer up. I used to refuse to look at her whenever I cried . . .it was almost as if I was afraid of her to see me in such a state. But when I did look at her, she would smile at me and even laugh. That cheered me up and put the smile back on my face. It's true . . .happiness does come from the people around you . . .you only need just one friend to smile and laugh with you when you're feeling down . . .and you'll smile too . . .
"Kairi? What's wrong, dear?" she sat down on my bed and stared directly at me. I wouldn't look at her, but I could feel her eyes upon me. Tears rolled down my face and my breaths came in short and quick like little pants. I buried my face in my knees that I held close to my chest as I sat on my bed in the dark. A warm hand reached out and stroked my hand.
"You know . . .whenever I feel sad . . .I just smile. That's my motto: smile . . .even when you're feeling miserable . . .so I want you to look at me, Kairi. I want to see you smile and wipe away those tears, okay?" my mother whispered to me gently, still holding my hand carefully. I could still feel her eyes staring at me, but I still refused to look at her. I look horrible . . .I don't want to look like a little baby again . . .I'm not three anymore . . .I'm seven. Four years makes a huge difference!
"B-but . . .HOW CAN I BE HAPPY WHEN I FEEL LIKE THIS? DADDY'S GONE AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY! YOU MAKE IT SOUND SO EASY! I BET YOU CAN'T EVEN SMILE!" I screamed with all my might into my knees at my mother, still not looking her in the face. Her hand didn't move away from mine. I was shaking with sobs and fury from head to toe and the tears just kept spilling out and onto my bedspread. The next thing I knew, I was pulled away from my sitting spot and over to the warm embrace of my mother. She held me close to her and wrapped her arms around my quivering body. I now switched from my knees to sobbing into her chest. I didn't care anymore that she would see my sadness and my tears . . .
"Now, look at me, honey," she whispered quietly down at me, still holding me close to her and stroking my hair gently. I slowly pulled my face away from her and looked up at her face. She was smiling . . .she was smiling down at me like nothing was wrong. At that moment, my heart felt light and alive. My body felt all warm inside and the tears stopped rolling down my cheeks. I wiped away the remaining tears with my pajama sleeve and sniffled.
I smiled back at her . . .
Sometimes I wondered whether or not she was really happy or just smiling to look cheerful. It was hard to tell sometimes . . .she was so good at it that anyone could be fooled. I remember once asking her if she was always sad and was just covering it up with that warm and kind smile. And you know what her response was to that question? A smile. Maybe that was the reason she didn't react the way I pictured a mother responding to her daughter getting taken home by the police in a dirty and blood-covered uniform. She was just covering up her real and true sorrow with that broken smile of hers . . .
I couldn't see my face anymore in the mirror . . .it was completely covered in steam. The bathroom was filled with the heavy feeling of hot air. I turned back around to look at the bathtub and gasped. It was completely full and about to spill over! I hurried over to it and twisted the knobs frantically to make the water stop running. The roaring sound ceased immediately and I sighed in relief. A few stray drops of water dripped out of the faucet and into the entirely full tub. I took off my clothes and stepped cautiously into the water. Some water spilled out over the edge but I swore to clean it up later. The hot water hurt my skin for a second, but after a few moments of it, I got used to it and sat down. I really need to stop dazing off . . .
WOW! EVEN MORE LATER!
I stepped into my bedroom and turned on the light. Lying on my bed was my furry orange kitty, Kyo (A/N: HAHAHA! Those of you who have read/watched Fruits Basket know what I'm talking about! I LOVE MY KYO:ahem:). He lifted a tired eyelid to watch what I was doing invading "his" room. I took off my towel and slipped on my nightgown from within my drawer. I brushed my hair out and put it into a quick and messy ponytail. Then, after already brushing my teeth, I stepped over to my bed and lied down under the covers. Kyo walked over to my head and lay beside me, purring soundly. I turned off the light on my right and darkness overtook my bedroom.
After a while, the moonlight was covered up by some clouds rolling in, blocking out my light source. I sighed quietly to myself and snuggled down deeper into my blankets. I wonder what will happen on this trip? I bet that Riku and Sora will be there . . .so there will definitely be some fights . . .but hopefully not as bad as some of their others'. I couldn't possibly bear for them to hurt themselves . . .why can't they just stop fighting and become friends again? Is it that hard?
With Kyo beside me, I closed my eyes in comfort. Already, I started to feel better from all of the events that had happened to me this week. Maybe I can go back to the way things were before my life was shattered. Maybe . . .we can all forget this and go on with our lives. Maybe Yuna brought us all on this trip to help us forget . . .
I smiled.
A/N: YUP YUP YUP! THAT WAS A PRETTY BORING CHAPPIE, I KNOW! Please forgive me for making that one dull. I just needed a filler chappie for in between 11 and 9. I hope it didn't put you to sleep and please don't be mad at me if you don't like it! I'm just gonna say one thing: THE GOOD PARTS ARE COMING NEXT! THIS IS THE PART IN THE FIC WHERE THE CLIMAX RISES TO A DANGEROUS PEAK! AHAHAHAHAHAHA:ahem:
So, anyway, this one took me a while to type for some reason. I dunno why. If any of the sentences don't make sense, don't kill me . . .I just typed from whatever mood I was in.
If you're wondering about the whole "father and flashback" things, I can't necessarily explain it myself. I didn't feel like adding a father figure into this fic so I made him move away from Kairi and Kyoko (her mom's name).
Yes, as you can all probably tell, I am currently obsessed with Fruits Basket. I'm only gonna use the names Kyo and Kyoko, though for this fic. Sorry if I offended you guys or something (if I did . . .). I just ran out of names!
Ok, I'll stop rambling now. Thank you for reading this chappie and look for an awesomely cool update sometime soon!
This has been K-c
K-c