AN: this is a Kingdom Hearts fic that I decided to write just for the sake of wanting to type something, and because I need to get my bitterness out or I will implode. I dont expect anyone to really reveiw, but it would be nice if I could at least get one...I probally will, fortunatley, because I am going to place a big fat R/S in the summary. And I know from experience that there are alot of R/S fans out there.
Anyway....read on....
WARNING: Yaoi ( malexmale relationships ),AU, massive bitterness, violence, and possible overly dramatic teenager like situations. read at your own risk.
oh, also, please forgive me if I have some typos and such, the system im typing on doesnt have spell check, and I might accidently overlook some stuff.
And, if you read this and flame it, I will assume that you either A. did not read my warnings and summary, which makes you royally daft, or B. you DID read the summary and warnings, but read anyway just for the sake of flaming. Which makes you anal. I understand some of you out there do not think some of the things in this story are morally wrong, or that you think it is really crumby and therefor deserves to be ex-communicated, but lots of people out there DO like this stuff, and therefor read it. Noone is forcing you to read this. So I don't want to hear any bitching, got it?
Thank you very much.
~ Epitaph_Dragoness
Disclaimer: I donot own Kingdom Hearts, its plot, or characters. I also do not own anything in this story relating to Kingdom Hearts. I only own whats mine, and whats here and isnt reconizable to you in the Hey This Is Owned By (insert name here) kind of way.
Enjoy. or not. Its alllll up to you.
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THE first thing I see every morning as my mind returns to its little nest in the world of reality is darkness.
Most people, when they wake up, they *wake up*. They open their eyes, and see the sun, the light, the room, the blood.....ok, im rambling now. What I mean is most people open their eyes when their mind comes back from wherever it was.
But I, I....do not. My eyes remain shut, and I see darkness. And when I see this darkness, my brain..it...jumbles. If I was crazy, I would probally be able to *hear* it making the little beeping computer noises. Then comes the panic.
I am blind.
This has happened every morning, for the last four months. And when I open my eyes, I get a feeling.
A feeling which is hard to describe. I have royally dubbed, as the Prince of Welsh Corgies,this feeling 'reality'.
A darling,wonderful,refreshing feeling, this is. Yes, it is...my eyes burn, no....sear with yellow fire as the whiteness of the room impales its ax ( which it uses to mine ore ) into my retenaes after a hard days work...of...being white.
Are you asking, if the whiteness of the room bothers you so much, then why don't you paint it?
Ive tried asking. But of course, they didn't answer. Therfore, *my* solution was to paint the wall with my food.
This earns me a nice big shot of penisilin(1).
Do you get what im saying yet?
If you dont, then your so daft that even I dont think its funny. And I cannot tell a lie, I am a *little* sadistic sometimes.
So...what are you thinking about? I would like to know.
I would like to answer your questions. Because I have nothing better to do. And I suppose I need to say something.
Not just to another person, but myself too.
But anyway....did you know that a sentence beginning with 'and' or 'but' is considered inproper?
A friend of mine once told me that.
I'll tell you why Im here.
Because Im sure at least one person out there is wondering why...
Im not crazy. I was accused.
But I'll tell you anyway. Because I feel like it.
I won't yell if you leave because you don't want to listen, but it would be nice if you decided to stay..
if you wanted to...
So...where to begin?
---
I woke up at 7:20 AM shouting profanities.
No, I was not crazy, and no, I was not about to be late for school.
I had a bad dream.
Well- scratch that- I *was* probally going to be late for school, but I didnt really care.
Im a baaaad kid. * insert grin *
After a long, bloody war with the bed sheets, ( which resulted in few casualties on both sides ), I got out of bed and proceeded the oh so lovley routine of getting ready for school. \
Would you like to know what I was wearing? ...Pervert!....Sorry, couldn't resist.
I put on a dark blue zip up shirt ( short sleeves! YAY! ) and a pair of red cargo pants that went alittle past my knees.I would say capri length but that sounds girly. Oh yeah-and insanley large black velcro shoes. I like my shoes to be big. I do not like my feet to be touched at any angle by the evil devil known as shoe material! Dark blue and red? yep, I swing counterclockwise around the flag pole of matching colours. Yep, I sure do.
I head across the fast jungle of my room, narrowly escaping a band of cannibals, and almost getting stung by the vicious aereola(2) bee, but I make it saftely across.
After sprinting down the stairs, and doing a 68* off the turnpike that doesn't exist, I grabbed by poptarts out of midair as I passed the toaster and ran out the door.
Well...actually...
I tripped across at least 3 shoes, even though I only have 2. After grabbing my silver chain crown necklace off the desk ( which had a wire or *something* sticking out, and therefore stabbed me ) I fiddled with the door knob.
I turned it left. I turned it right. I turned it left.
GASP! It wont open! I am going to die in here! I can feel the air supply running out, and the walls closing in...the door opens and I am saved. HUZZAH! I almost scream, thanking the non existent god graciously(3).
Almost tripping down the stairs, ( which would result in a broken neck which would have ruined this whole story ) I ran through the kitchen, sliding across the tile, and slammed against the front door.
' ow....' I mumbled, sliding down a bit. You shouldn't run on tile, I know, but- hey....it that the *doorknob* lodged in my ribcage? Or something *else*..?
Anyway, I grabbed my backpack from the corner, rubbing my poor,poor ribcage, and opened the front door, wearily eyeing the knob to see if it contained any sort of a grin at my pain.
Why was I running? Im not sure. Thats drama. I am dramatic. And enough goddamn short sentences!
I gave my ear a slight poke to shut my brain up, earning a stare from some little kid on a trike as I walked down the street. I scrunched my nose and stuck my tounge out at him, making him peddle away faster.
Go little boy, Go! Gosh I hate children.
I check my watch. Or more precisouly, my wrist. Damn.
Im estimating that by the 4th of a pie and the eqaution of X divided by 4.78 that it is 7:20.
What time did I wake up anyway? Six?
--
I walked onto school campus just as the bell rang. Oops. Oh well.
Isnt that how it always is? Almost there! Go! Go! Bang! * dies *
Okay, I donot want to describe the sensual feel of the wet against my sock clad feet as I- wait?
Sock clad feet? What page are we on? Oh, the one where Sora forgot his *shoes*.
No wonder I slid on the tile. My shoes have good traction. Correction: *did* have good traction. Your shoes arent with us anymore.
Okay. Big desicion. Go home and get shoes?
Like hell. I dont wanna walk *all* the way back.
So I go in with no shoes.
Are'nt I cool?
--
" Sora! Your late again! " said Miss....um......what was her name again? Wait, thats a *girl*???
We'll never know.
" Sorry Engrish!" I say, saluting my teacher with a cheesy grin.
I always call her 'Engrish' because I don't like her and she teaches English. Do you get it?
You don't? Hahahahahahaha. I feel like a dork now.
She rolls her eyes at me ( how childish ) and sends me to my seat. " You have detention, Sora."
I smile to myself as I walk down the side of the last aisle into the window seat.
I sit there. At the beginning of the year, Engrish assigned us all seats, but everyone sits where they want to. Tch. Damn teenagers with their rebellions.
So the class lesson started, and I stared out the window.
I do that too. So, your thinking now: OOH! You get bad grades!
Well, sometimes....Im pretty good at guessing answers.
Ahh...well...this isnt really explaining anything, is it?
Lets fast forward.
ZZZ ( --- fast forwarding noise? )
It was the day after when I met Riku; the star of this story.
---
Short chapter! tell me what you think? Ill update soon, promise, if I get at least 1 review.
Thank you very much.
~Epi
1- Im not sure what its called. So just be open minded please.
2- Shh.
3- Sora ish teh Anarchist * insert cackle here *
Anyway....read on....
WARNING: Yaoi ( malexmale relationships ),AU, massive bitterness, violence, and possible overly dramatic teenager like situations. read at your own risk.
oh, also, please forgive me if I have some typos and such, the system im typing on doesnt have spell check, and I might accidently overlook some stuff.
And, if you read this and flame it, I will assume that you either A. did not read my warnings and summary, which makes you royally daft, or B. you DID read the summary and warnings, but read anyway just for the sake of flaming. Which makes you anal. I understand some of you out there do not think some of the things in this story are morally wrong, or that you think it is really crumby and therefor deserves to be ex-communicated, but lots of people out there DO like this stuff, and therefor read it. Noone is forcing you to read this. So I don't want to hear any bitching, got it?
Thank you very much.
~ Epitaph_Dragoness
Disclaimer: I donot own Kingdom Hearts, its plot, or characters. I also do not own anything in this story relating to Kingdom Hearts. I only own whats mine, and whats here and isnt reconizable to you in the Hey This Is Owned By (insert name here) kind of way.
Enjoy. or not. Its alllll up to you.
----
THE first thing I see every morning as my mind returns to its little nest in the world of reality is darkness.
Most people, when they wake up, they *wake up*. They open their eyes, and see the sun, the light, the room, the blood.....ok, im rambling now. What I mean is most people open their eyes when their mind comes back from wherever it was.
But I, I....do not. My eyes remain shut, and I see darkness. And when I see this darkness, my brain..it...jumbles. If I was crazy, I would probally be able to *hear* it making the little beeping computer noises. Then comes the panic.
I am blind.
This has happened every morning, for the last four months. And when I open my eyes, I get a feeling.
A feeling which is hard to describe. I have royally dubbed, as the Prince of Welsh Corgies,this feeling 'reality'.
A darling,wonderful,refreshing feeling, this is. Yes, it is...my eyes burn, no....sear with yellow fire as the whiteness of the room impales its ax ( which it uses to mine ore ) into my retenaes after a hard days work...of...being white.
Are you asking, if the whiteness of the room bothers you so much, then why don't you paint it?
Ive tried asking. But of course, they didn't answer. Therfore, *my* solution was to paint the wall with my food.
This earns me a nice big shot of penisilin(1).
Do you get what im saying yet?
If you dont, then your so daft that even I dont think its funny. And I cannot tell a lie, I am a *little* sadistic sometimes.
So...what are you thinking about? I would like to know.
I would like to answer your questions. Because I have nothing better to do. And I suppose I need to say something.
Not just to another person, but myself too.
But anyway....did you know that a sentence beginning with 'and' or 'but' is considered inproper?
A friend of mine once told me that.
I'll tell you why Im here.
Because Im sure at least one person out there is wondering why...
Im not crazy. I was accused.
But I'll tell you anyway. Because I feel like it.
I won't yell if you leave because you don't want to listen, but it would be nice if you decided to stay..
if you wanted to...
So...where to begin?
---
I woke up at 7:20 AM shouting profanities.
No, I was not crazy, and no, I was not about to be late for school.
I had a bad dream.
Well- scratch that- I *was* probally going to be late for school, but I didnt really care.
Im a baaaad kid. * insert grin *
After a long, bloody war with the bed sheets, ( which resulted in few casualties on both sides ), I got out of bed and proceeded the oh so lovley routine of getting ready for school. \
Would you like to know what I was wearing? ...Pervert!....Sorry, couldn't resist.
I put on a dark blue zip up shirt ( short sleeves! YAY! ) and a pair of red cargo pants that went alittle past my knees.I would say capri length but that sounds girly. Oh yeah-and insanley large black velcro shoes. I like my shoes to be big. I do not like my feet to be touched at any angle by the evil devil known as shoe material! Dark blue and red? yep, I swing counterclockwise around the flag pole of matching colours. Yep, I sure do.
I head across the fast jungle of my room, narrowly escaping a band of cannibals, and almost getting stung by the vicious aereola(2) bee, but I make it saftely across.
After sprinting down the stairs, and doing a 68* off the turnpike that doesn't exist, I grabbed by poptarts out of midair as I passed the toaster and ran out the door.
Well...actually...
I tripped across at least 3 shoes, even though I only have 2. After grabbing my silver chain crown necklace off the desk ( which had a wire or *something* sticking out, and therefore stabbed me ) I fiddled with the door knob.
I turned it left. I turned it right. I turned it left.
GASP! It wont open! I am going to die in here! I can feel the air supply running out, and the walls closing in...the door opens and I am saved. HUZZAH! I almost scream, thanking the non existent god graciously(3).
Almost tripping down the stairs, ( which would result in a broken neck which would have ruined this whole story ) I ran through the kitchen, sliding across the tile, and slammed against the front door.
' ow....' I mumbled, sliding down a bit. You shouldn't run on tile, I know, but- hey....it that the *doorknob* lodged in my ribcage? Or something *else*..?
Anyway, I grabbed my backpack from the corner, rubbing my poor,poor ribcage, and opened the front door, wearily eyeing the knob to see if it contained any sort of a grin at my pain.
Why was I running? Im not sure. Thats drama. I am dramatic. And enough goddamn short sentences!
I gave my ear a slight poke to shut my brain up, earning a stare from some little kid on a trike as I walked down the street. I scrunched my nose and stuck my tounge out at him, making him peddle away faster.
Go little boy, Go! Gosh I hate children.
I check my watch. Or more precisouly, my wrist. Damn.
Im estimating that by the 4th of a pie and the eqaution of X divided by 4.78 that it is 7:20.
What time did I wake up anyway? Six?
--
I walked onto school campus just as the bell rang. Oops. Oh well.
Isnt that how it always is? Almost there! Go! Go! Bang! * dies *
Okay, I donot want to describe the sensual feel of the wet against my sock clad feet as I- wait?
Sock clad feet? What page are we on? Oh, the one where Sora forgot his *shoes*.
No wonder I slid on the tile. My shoes have good traction. Correction: *did* have good traction. Your shoes arent with us anymore.
Okay. Big desicion. Go home and get shoes?
Like hell. I dont wanna walk *all* the way back.
So I go in with no shoes.
Are'nt I cool?
--
" Sora! Your late again! " said Miss....um......what was her name again? Wait, thats a *girl*???
We'll never know.
" Sorry Engrish!" I say, saluting my teacher with a cheesy grin.
I always call her 'Engrish' because I don't like her and she teaches English. Do you get it?
You don't? Hahahahahahaha. I feel like a dork now.
She rolls her eyes at me ( how childish ) and sends me to my seat. " You have detention, Sora."
I smile to myself as I walk down the side of the last aisle into the window seat.
I sit there. At the beginning of the year, Engrish assigned us all seats, but everyone sits where they want to. Tch. Damn teenagers with their rebellions.
So the class lesson started, and I stared out the window.
I do that too. So, your thinking now: OOH! You get bad grades!
Well, sometimes....Im pretty good at guessing answers.
Ahh...well...this isnt really explaining anything, is it?
Lets fast forward.
ZZZ ( --- fast forwarding noise? )
It was the day after when I met Riku; the star of this story.
---
Short chapter! tell me what you think? Ill update soon, promise, if I get at least 1 review.
Thank you very much.
~Epi
1- Im not sure what its called. So just be open minded please.
2- Shh.
3- Sora ish teh Anarchist * insert cackle here *