Wow! reveiwy goodness! anyway, short note, I rambled enough in the 1st chapter!
I have lots of good ideas for the story! Heck, I already thought of an idea for a sequel O.o;;; don't worry though ( though i dont know why you would worry O.o;; ) Sora's story is faaar from over.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor anything in this story that is reconizable in the hey-this-belongs-to-(insert corprate name here). okay? ^-^ thank you!
enjoy!
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AH now, welcome back. Im glad your still listening. I was worried for a moment, there.
Visiting hours end at 9, ya know. So I should begin.
Where was I? Oh yeah, the reason i'm here.
No, no, I know what I was telling you about, it's just *this* peticular part is one of the biggest reasons.
Riku.
* sigh * I really wish to see him again. I bet you have. Lucky.
Yes,I know you have. He's hard to miss.
The only way someone of either gender could miss him is if....
....if they were deaf,blind,and couldn't smell. Might as well add in casterated, too. Infact, lets just replace that all with :' If they were a freakin' zombie.'
Yes. zombie indeed.
And I tell you wha', I was no zombie back then.
Infact, I am pretty sure i'm not one now, either.
Preeetty sure.
***
It was after school.
I love the fast forwarding ability, do'nt you?
So...I had just realized that it was none other than Friday. Lucky eh? Its almost as if everything happening has been planned out. Wait, is what i'm talking about 'destiny'? Nevermind, I hate Destiny. Thats something stupid girly girls talk about. Bleh. Girls have 'Kootees.
Did you know, that ' Kooties ' is actually the scientific term for a illness? Ya know, meaning there *is* such a thing as kooties? I tell everyone this everytime they look at me funny when I say people have kooties.
Kootierus( I made that part up ), or more commonly known as ' Kooties' is a germ that you can inherit by sharing toilet seats with someone. Meaning, if you dont use those funny paper things in the public bathrooms, then your taking the risk of getting Koooooties. And possibly HIV.
Kooties is an illness you get through the butt. Geez, you ever thought of the little kid term of girl kooties?
Anyway, enough of my dull and possibly endless ranting.
It was a Friday afternoon, at like, 3 something, the breeze was blowing, the sun was out, the birds were singing, and I was skipping.
Actually,no, I just lied to you. Yeah, *again*. I do that.
Truthfully, it *was* a Friday afternoon, and it *was* like, 3 something, and there *was* a breeze. But the rest is all bullsheeeit. Forget it now, erase it from your memory banks. The sky was gray and cloudless, and the grass was wet. However, the air was dry and thin;it was'nt going to rain. This thoroughly saddened me.
I was, actually, pondering on the concept of falling into skip, but then I remembered how filthy humanity was, and that with my shoeless luck I would step on some glass and get Hepititis and die. Yes, I know what Hepetitis is and how you can get it. Shut Up.
Or, possibly worse, I would step on glass, and fall forward, thus destroying my foot. Then, some 240 lb. child molester would fondle me while I was lying helpless, slowly bleeding to death from the *foot*.
That was not the way I wanted my life to end.
Oh, so you want to know the way I *do* want my life to end? Well, you see, heres how it goes: I would be in an abandonned warehouse with the love of my life, and we would both be armed with one gun each, but the problem is theres only two bullets: one for me, and one for her. him. her. it. And no, I don't want the 'love of my life' to be a Hermy.
Anywho....Outside of the warehouse, cop cars and reporters are surrounding us. In an oval shape, I think.
They yell through a microphone: ' Come out with your hands up!'
Next to us is a bundle of bags containting over a bazillion dollars.
My love says, " Oh Sora! What ever shall we do?! "
And I say man-ily: " We can't go out! They'll tear us apart, we'll go to seperate prisons!"
" Oh Sora...I don't want to be away from you!"
" Neither do I..."
Of course, I meaN I don't wanna be away from *them* not Sora. Because im Sora.
Then something else happens ( I haven't worked out all the details yet )
and it ends up with me shooting my love ( in the heart ), with one of the bullets and saying " Im afraid I would rather be dead than apart from you in this world. I would like it if you would, sometime look down at me in Heaven, because we'll be seperate in death; by Heaven and Hell, my love. "
And then, as the Police burst in, they see me crouching by the body of my love, their blood pooling, and one of them ( perferably a woman ) screams. Then, I grin, flip them off, and shoot myself in the neck.
Well, originally it would be the neck, but now i'm thinkin' that would *really* hurt, so I'll settle for the eye.
Ah yes, that's how Sora plans to die.
Oh yeah! Where the * hell * am I?
I was so lost in thought that I had gotten lost in reality. I began to panic. Where was I? I would die here! I can't die here, I have to die in the abandonned warehouse next to my love! Damn you, faTE!
"I HATE YOU!"(1)
I shouted this to the sky, where I presumed fate was, nice and loud, ya know, so they could hear. Which earned me a few stares. And also, something I didn't expect, or really want.
An old lady walking across the street, was dressed in a Fusia dyed fur jacket, her hair in that sickening puffy afro style, walking her little mop dog. I would have wrinkled my nose in disgust( I hate old people ) if it hadn't been for the fact that the old hag suddenly grasped her left breast ( um...) and fell down on the ground with a cracking sound that almost, but thankfully, did'nt make me dry heave. That would've made people think I was crazy or something.
Ah...so, some funny man with funny hair and funny pants went up to the old lady and felt her pulse.
" she's.....dead.."
This earned a few dramatic gasps, and my eyes widened.
No, not that I cared that some stupid old thing was dead, because of how she looked.
Her glasses were cracked, and her eyes which you could see through the broken frames were glazed over in this horrifying way. The little nasty dog ( which, you guessed it, had an underbite ) was barking and tweaking out, next to the body, which was stiff. Hey, wait... when people die, don't they crap their pants? EW! Upon this thought, I took a step back, only to run into someone with a really stiff shirt.
I whirled around- and there was a police'mn.
Ya know- the whole package- a crinkly blue suit, with a biiig shiny yellow badge on one of his oh so manly pecks- with a big black curly mustache, and thin eyebrows; Which were pressed together, his beady eyes examining me.
Jebus, were his eyes *creepy*. like a big fat mans, hazel and buldging. Ya know, before he explodes at Micky Dees(2).
" He's the one officer!" said that *damned * funny guy who felt the old dead things pulse.
Offy Sir glanced at him and nodded, then grabbed my arm. I wouldve jerked away-I don't like to be touched- but his arm was steeeel. So I just stood there, wide eyed, gaping at him.
" I think you better come -downtown- with me. " he said in his fat-creepy eyed-steely armed way.
***
Down town, ya know, actually *isn't* down town. That guy has just watched too many after school specials.
Its like in those old cheesy spanish soap operas- they always refer the police station as 'Down town'.
Boo.
So here I was being led in by this guy, his big old vainy hand grabbing the back of my neck. Oh god- you have no idea how much I hate that! Thats what my mom does, and its sooooo annoying..-always touching my godforsaken neck!- Let the feck go! (3)
The station was a strange place, with off white tile you know came from Home Depot.
The air was stiff, and there were a few potted plants. There was (bullet proof, Im assuming?) glass over some counters, where funny ladies and men who looked like they would be in Will and Grace were stamping papers and thing.
Police like people wearing white shirts with ties and the blue pants walked around, some leading grubby homeless people or nasty mugged child molesters. " Hey Carlo-! Is that that punk who killed that ol' lady!? " Said a skinny man. Carlo, the man holding my neck could'nt respond because I snapped out of my beatle eyed trance and said " I didn't kill anyone!" HOO, boy, did that feel dumb. The skinny guy look at me in a suprised way that easily said: suuuuure....Carlo squeezed my neck and loosed the grip abit. " Now, no need for fuss, kid. We'll work it allll out. You go sit over there."
He pointed to a row of black plastic chairs lined against the wall, and shoved me a bit in that direction, letting go of my neck. The line of chairs was next to a big glass window, which had a cop and a criminal talking to eachother over a desk. It was like in those introgation movies, only the lights were on and it was day time so they didnt have that annoying ass lamp that shined in your eyes.
There were about 7 or 8 chairs, and 3 of them were filled. One was nearest to the end of the line, near a potted plant that was tall- he scowled at me with a stubbly chin. A few seats down from him was a dopey lookin' guy, who grinned at me and gave a stupid laugh- showing off big drool covered lips and big pink gums that only contained 2 teeth.(4) I gave him a nervous smile back ( as not to be rude ) and scooted away. The third person was sitting nearest to the window- and the farthest away from the dopey fella and the scowley one. He had silver hair, and looked about 2 years older than me, but thats all I could tell, because he had his head down, reading some kinda magazine. He was wearing a ebony jean jacket, and black leather pants, with silver chains, making him look reeeal tuff. * snort * The big fat guy gave another " eh heh heh " and scooted a seat closer. I felt a little afraid, I admit, but only a *little *. Like, only a tiny bit.
I sat one seat down from the silver haired kid, at the end of the row, farthest I could get from that scary guy. Now, he couldnt get to me- not with my human sheild; the silver haired kid, who looked like *HE* would be the type to kill an old lady. Not me. No sir. Not me. I inwardly chuckled at my own ingenious mind- BWAHAHA! Ya know, for using that boys toughness to my advantage. mwahaha.
I looked down at my feet- hey! I almost forgot! Im still wearing socks! Hee hee. They are now stained with a bit of green, and are a bit grey from all the dust and stuff. 'Must of sat there examining my socks all the while, completley oblivious to everything else ( you ever done that? I have ), because when a cool voice pipped up, I nearly 'shat myshelf.
" You *killed* an *old* lady? Geez, our youth has gone down the drain. "
Like I said, I nearly 'shat myshelf. Hee hee. Shelf.
I jumped, and twisted my body to stare at the boy, wide eyed.
He smirked at my obvious shock, a sadistic glint in his aqua eyes. He was turned to face me completley, his arms draped casually over his legs ( he was a bit hunched over ), the magazine hanging from one gloved hand.
I could now see he was very pale, and his silver locks were rather long; they draped alittle past his chin. His eyes were sea green ( I don't know why the hell I said aqau ) and were staring at me.
" Wha-wha??" I said, my heart beginning to turn to normal rate. Wow, almost ended up like ol' stiff lady back there.
He chuckled. " You heard me. Old lady killer."
WOAH! Ok, Sora Self Defence System activated. " What the f- *your* in a police station too! What did you do, *rape* someone??" I snorted, subconciously thinking that this guy was much to hot to have to *force* someone into having sexual intercourse with him. Woo boy, that still doesnt disarm the mighty Sora Self Defense System.
His smirk only seemed to widen. " Maybe." he said," But you don't deny that you killed an old hag?"
I said the wittiest thing I could thing of. " Maybe."
He quirked a fine brow and examined me, narrowing his eyes in a thoughtful way. " What's your name, girly?"
.......*sweatdrop*
" Im not a girl," I said. Woah, im acting stupid again...*sigh*." and I'm Sora!" NO! Dammit, Sora, your not supposed to reveal your identity the the enemy! " what's *YOUR* name? Jessica?"
He grinned, which was a change from his 'cool-guy' smirk, but not much, it was in a crazed 'im smarter than you kid' way, which I do not like. " You'd like to call me that, wouldn't ya? "
It took me about a minute to register in my brain what he meant by that, and I was about to open my trap to say something stoopid, but then Carlo came up and stood over me all- im-a-beefy-ol'-adult- way. " Alright kid, turns out Elis Callinfeld ( which I could only guess was the dead things name ) died of a stroke, not because of your yelling. But we're gonna havta do a background check on ya, and call a parent or parental gaurdian to pick you up. We need to fill this out." He handed me a brown clipboard that had a pen attached to it, a sheet of paper containing questions about my address and number and stuff. " ok.." I said quietly, and Carlo stomped off, but not before glancing at Jessica (bwaha). I grab the shiny black pen ( oooh) and begin to scribble out my name and gender and address and stupid stuff. After a while, (on the question of my father and mothers names ) I pause and look up, chewing on the pen in my non aware habit way.
Jessica is looking at me. I glance at him. " What?" I say, trying to sound nasty and teenager like.
" Ya know, the police sometimes use the pens here to rape the prisoners."
My eyes widen and tear the pen out of my mouth, wiping my lips and tounge furiously with my shirt.
Jessica smirks at me and takes the pen( I dropped ) and pokes me in the belly button ( which was showing, my shirt doesn't have long sleevs so I had to actually use it) with it. " I was kidding ya know," he says,and grabs the clipboard out of my lap. " Hey! Give it back!" I say, swiping for it, but of course, he holds it out of reach and examines it. " Hmm...Felony? ' accusion of killing Elvis Camfeld'? " he apparently found by attitude filled answer funny, because he snickered and continued, using his free hand to shove me away." ' which I did'nt!'?" He glances at me in a funny way, and I try to grab the clipboard, lacking success." Address?" he murmers, glancing at the two criminals near us. Jessica reads it to himself, thankfully I suppose..Looking back, I don't think I want that dopey guy to know where I lived. " Give it-!" I start to say, but im cut off as I fall into Jessicas lap, losing my balance upon swiping at the clipboard. " Fujimiya! Give the kid back his form and cut out the funny buisness!" I sit up and see the skinny guy eying my clipboards captive.
Jessica snorts and tosses it back to me. I catch it barley, and look a the skinny guy, whose gone back to work.
After some silence, in which I finished my form, I looked up. Noone was paying attention to me, so I guess I just had to wait for Carlo to come back so I could give him my sheet.
Hmm...well....I *was* bored. So thus I turn to my 'best friend'.
" Fujimiya? " I say, mimicking him and raising a brow.
He glances at me in a ' watch yer mouth or ill watch it fer ya' way.
" Thats *MR* Fujimiya, to you." he says smoothly.
I blink, forgetting the Sora Self Defense System for a moment. " But your not much older than me! What are you, 12?" I purposley exagerrate the young-ness, to annoy him. He look 16. ( where as im 14)
"wow, I suppose all this panic of the first time murder has fried your sense of intellegence. Im 16. What are you, 13?"
YAY! I won the raffle! He's 16!
But alas, I am not 13! grrrr
" Im 14! And I'll be turning 15 soon!"
Ok...so the 2nd half was a lie....ehehe. Shh!
He raises an eyebrow, and is about the say something, ( which we all know wouldve been witty )
but then Carlo is back. " You done?" he sniffs, pointing to the clipboard. I nod and hand it to him.
" We finished the check, and your all clear, we called your mom, and she'll be here soon." His mustache perks up a bit, and his eyes turn upward, so im assuming he is smiling. Jessica snorts.
Carlo glances at him. " As for you," he begins, his face taking on that stern look again," theres not much to say. its a 4 nighter, but your parents agreed upon bail. You've got some mighty fine parents, son." he says this in a sad way, and walks back to the counter, my clipboard in hand.
I turn to stare at him. " So, Jessica, what exactly did you *do*?"
He looks at me like im crazy.
" Jessica??"
I grin, but inwardly im thinking ' oh shit oh shit moms gonna be pissed.' but only ever so slightly.
" Yeah, you never told me your name, dumb chum. "
He quirks a brow at my 'dumb chum' comment.
" I'm-"
Suddenly, the door of the station flys open and my mom stomps in. Yeah, stomps, my mom is a....beefy....woman.
" Sora Tsetsuya!" she yells.
Everyone in the station stares at her, suprised, even the dopey man and the scowley man.
I wince.
Carlo goes up to her and begins to tell her about my innocence. She doesn't seem completley convinced.
" Ohhhh busted." Dumb chum says, smiling pityingly at me.
" shut up.." I say, fearing for my life.
My mom lumbers up to me and stares at me. " They say you didn't kill her, but your still charged with disturbing the peace." she says, her eyes buldging. I lower my head.
Her voice softens a bit, but not much, " but they're letting you off because your record is clean."
She grabs my arm painfully and begins to lead me out the door.
My companion, whom I never got the name of, makes a sarcastic smoochy face at me, and waves. " Bye Sora."
I figured i'd never see him again.
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Yay! ever so slightly long chapter! So what do you think? ^-^ this one goes out to my two lovley reveiwers,
Uzumaki-sama, and Tyson FoxFlame!
Please R/R!!!
I have lots of good ideas for the story! Heck, I already thought of an idea for a sequel O.o;;; don't worry though ( though i dont know why you would worry O.o;; ) Sora's story is faaar from over.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor anything in this story that is reconizable in the hey-this-belongs-to-(insert corprate name here). okay? ^-^ thank you!
enjoy!
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AH now, welcome back. Im glad your still listening. I was worried for a moment, there.
Visiting hours end at 9, ya know. So I should begin.
Where was I? Oh yeah, the reason i'm here.
No, no, I know what I was telling you about, it's just *this* peticular part is one of the biggest reasons.
Riku.
* sigh * I really wish to see him again. I bet you have. Lucky.
Yes,I know you have. He's hard to miss.
The only way someone of either gender could miss him is if....
....if they were deaf,blind,and couldn't smell. Might as well add in casterated, too. Infact, lets just replace that all with :' If they were a freakin' zombie.'
Yes. zombie indeed.
And I tell you wha', I was no zombie back then.
Infact, I am pretty sure i'm not one now, either.
Preeetty sure.
***
It was after school.
I love the fast forwarding ability, do'nt you?
So...I had just realized that it was none other than Friday. Lucky eh? Its almost as if everything happening has been planned out. Wait, is what i'm talking about 'destiny'? Nevermind, I hate Destiny. Thats something stupid girly girls talk about. Bleh. Girls have 'Kootees.
Did you know, that ' Kooties ' is actually the scientific term for a illness? Ya know, meaning there *is* such a thing as kooties? I tell everyone this everytime they look at me funny when I say people have kooties.
Kootierus( I made that part up ), or more commonly known as ' Kooties' is a germ that you can inherit by sharing toilet seats with someone. Meaning, if you dont use those funny paper things in the public bathrooms, then your taking the risk of getting Koooooties. And possibly HIV.
Kooties is an illness you get through the butt. Geez, you ever thought of the little kid term of girl kooties?
Anyway, enough of my dull and possibly endless ranting.
It was a Friday afternoon, at like, 3 something, the breeze was blowing, the sun was out, the birds were singing, and I was skipping.
Actually,no, I just lied to you. Yeah, *again*. I do that.
Truthfully, it *was* a Friday afternoon, and it *was* like, 3 something, and there *was* a breeze. But the rest is all bullsheeeit. Forget it now, erase it from your memory banks. The sky was gray and cloudless, and the grass was wet. However, the air was dry and thin;it was'nt going to rain. This thoroughly saddened me.
I was, actually, pondering on the concept of falling into skip, but then I remembered how filthy humanity was, and that with my shoeless luck I would step on some glass and get Hepititis and die. Yes, I know what Hepetitis is and how you can get it. Shut Up.
Or, possibly worse, I would step on glass, and fall forward, thus destroying my foot. Then, some 240 lb. child molester would fondle me while I was lying helpless, slowly bleeding to death from the *foot*.
That was not the way I wanted my life to end.
Oh, so you want to know the way I *do* want my life to end? Well, you see, heres how it goes: I would be in an abandonned warehouse with the love of my life, and we would both be armed with one gun each, but the problem is theres only two bullets: one for me, and one for her. him. her. it. And no, I don't want the 'love of my life' to be a Hermy.
Anywho....Outside of the warehouse, cop cars and reporters are surrounding us. In an oval shape, I think.
They yell through a microphone: ' Come out with your hands up!'
Next to us is a bundle of bags containting over a bazillion dollars.
My love says, " Oh Sora! What ever shall we do?! "
And I say man-ily: " We can't go out! They'll tear us apart, we'll go to seperate prisons!"
" Oh Sora...I don't want to be away from you!"
" Neither do I..."
Of course, I meaN I don't wanna be away from *them* not Sora. Because im Sora.
Then something else happens ( I haven't worked out all the details yet )
and it ends up with me shooting my love ( in the heart ), with one of the bullets and saying " Im afraid I would rather be dead than apart from you in this world. I would like it if you would, sometime look down at me in Heaven, because we'll be seperate in death; by Heaven and Hell, my love. "
And then, as the Police burst in, they see me crouching by the body of my love, their blood pooling, and one of them ( perferably a woman ) screams. Then, I grin, flip them off, and shoot myself in the neck.
Well, originally it would be the neck, but now i'm thinkin' that would *really* hurt, so I'll settle for the eye.
Ah yes, that's how Sora plans to die.
Oh yeah! Where the * hell * am I?
I was so lost in thought that I had gotten lost in reality. I began to panic. Where was I? I would die here! I can't die here, I have to die in the abandonned warehouse next to my love! Damn you, faTE!
"I HATE YOU!"(1)
I shouted this to the sky, where I presumed fate was, nice and loud, ya know, so they could hear. Which earned me a few stares. And also, something I didn't expect, or really want.
An old lady walking across the street, was dressed in a Fusia dyed fur jacket, her hair in that sickening puffy afro style, walking her little mop dog. I would have wrinkled my nose in disgust( I hate old people ) if it hadn't been for the fact that the old hag suddenly grasped her left breast ( um...) and fell down on the ground with a cracking sound that almost, but thankfully, did'nt make me dry heave. That would've made people think I was crazy or something.
Ah...so, some funny man with funny hair and funny pants went up to the old lady and felt her pulse.
" she's.....dead.."
This earned a few dramatic gasps, and my eyes widened.
No, not that I cared that some stupid old thing was dead, because of how she looked.
Her glasses were cracked, and her eyes which you could see through the broken frames were glazed over in this horrifying way. The little nasty dog ( which, you guessed it, had an underbite ) was barking and tweaking out, next to the body, which was stiff. Hey, wait... when people die, don't they crap their pants? EW! Upon this thought, I took a step back, only to run into someone with a really stiff shirt.
I whirled around- and there was a police'mn.
Ya know- the whole package- a crinkly blue suit, with a biiig shiny yellow badge on one of his oh so manly pecks- with a big black curly mustache, and thin eyebrows; Which were pressed together, his beady eyes examining me.
Jebus, were his eyes *creepy*. like a big fat mans, hazel and buldging. Ya know, before he explodes at Micky Dees(2).
" He's the one officer!" said that *damned * funny guy who felt the old dead things pulse.
Offy Sir glanced at him and nodded, then grabbed my arm. I wouldve jerked away-I don't like to be touched- but his arm was steeeel. So I just stood there, wide eyed, gaping at him.
" I think you better come -downtown- with me. " he said in his fat-creepy eyed-steely armed way.
***
Down town, ya know, actually *isn't* down town. That guy has just watched too many after school specials.
Its like in those old cheesy spanish soap operas- they always refer the police station as 'Down town'.
Boo.
So here I was being led in by this guy, his big old vainy hand grabbing the back of my neck. Oh god- you have no idea how much I hate that! Thats what my mom does, and its sooooo annoying..-always touching my godforsaken neck!- Let the feck go! (3)
The station was a strange place, with off white tile you know came from Home Depot.
The air was stiff, and there were a few potted plants. There was (bullet proof, Im assuming?) glass over some counters, where funny ladies and men who looked like they would be in Will and Grace were stamping papers and thing.
Police like people wearing white shirts with ties and the blue pants walked around, some leading grubby homeless people or nasty mugged child molesters. " Hey Carlo-! Is that that punk who killed that ol' lady!? " Said a skinny man. Carlo, the man holding my neck could'nt respond because I snapped out of my beatle eyed trance and said " I didn't kill anyone!" HOO, boy, did that feel dumb. The skinny guy look at me in a suprised way that easily said: suuuuure....Carlo squeezed my neck and loosed the grip abit. " Now, no need for fuss, kid. We'll work it allll out. You go sit over there."
He pointed to a row of black plastic chairs lined against the wall, and shoved me a bit in that direction, letting go of my neck. The line of chairs was next to a big glass window, which had a cop and a criminal talking to eachother over a desk. It was like in those introgation movies, only the lights were on and it was day time so they didnt have that annoying ass lamp that shined in your eyes.
There were about 7 or 8 chairs, and 3 of them were filled. One was nearest to the end of the line, near a potted plant that was tall- he scowled at me with a stubbly chin. A few seats down from him was a dopey lookin' guy, who grinned at me and gave a stupid laugh- showing off big drool covered lips and big pink gums that only contained 2 teeth.(4) I gave him a nervous smile back ( as not to be rude ) and scooted away. The third person was sitting nearest to the window- and the farthest away from the dopey fella and the scowley one. He had silver hair, and looked about 2 years older than me, but thats all I could tell, because he had his head down, reading some kinda magazine. He was wearing a ebony jean jacket, and black leather pants, with silver chains, making him look reeeal tuff. * snort * The big fat guy gave another " eh heh heh " and scooted a seat closer. I felt a little afraid, I admit, but only a *little *. Like, only a tiny bit.
I sat one seat down from the silver haired kid, at the end of the row, farthest I could get from that scary guy. Now, he couldnt get to me- not with my human sheild; the silver haired kid, who looked like *HE* would be the type to kill an old lady. Not me. No sir. Not me. I inwardly chuckled at my own ingenious mind- BWAHAHA! Ya know, for using that boys toughness to my advantage. mwahaha.
I looked down at my feet- hey! I almost forgot! Im still wearing socks! Hee hee. They are now stained with a bit of green, and are a bit grey from all the dust and stuff. 'Must of sat there examining my socks all the while, completley oblivious to everything else ( you ever done that? I have ), because when a cool voice pipped up, I nearly 'shat myshelf.
" You *killed* an *old* lady? Geez, our youth has gone down the drain. "
Like I said, I nearly 'shat myshelf. Hee hee. Shelf.
I jumped, and twisted my body to stare at the boy, wide eyed.
He smirked at my obvious shock, a sadistic glint in his aqua eyes. He was turned to face me completley, his arms draped casually over his legs ( he was a bit hunched over ), the magazine hanging from one gloved hand.
I could now see he was very pale, and his silver locks were rather long; they draped alittle past his chin. His eyes were sea green ( I don't know why the hell I said aqau ) and were staring at me.
" Wha-wha??" I said, my heart beginning to turn to normal rate. Wow, almost ended up like ol' stiff lady back there.
He chuckled. " You heard me. Old lady killer."
WOAH! Ok, Sora Self Defence System activated. " What the f- *your* in a police station too! What did you do, *rape* someone??" I snorted, subconciously thinking that this guy was much to hot to have to *force* someone into having sexual intercourse with him. Woo boy, that still doesnt disarm the mighty Sora Self Defense System.
His smirk only seemed to widen. " Maybe." he said," But you don't deny that you killed an old hag?"
I said the wittiest thing I could thing of. " Maybe."
He quirked a fine brow and examined me, narrowing his eyes in a thoughtful way. " What's your name, girly?"
.......*sweatdrop*
" Im not a girl," I said. Woah, im acting stupid again...*sigh*." and I'm Sora!" NO! Dammit, Sora, your not supposed to reveal your identity the the enemy! " what's *YOUR* name? Jessica?"
He grinned, which was a change from his 'cool-guy' smirk, but not much, it was in a crazed 'im smarter than you kid' way, which I do not like. " You'd like to call me that, wouldn't ya? "
It took me about a minute to register in my brain what he meant by that, and I was about to open my trap to say something stoopid, but then Carlo came up and stood over me all- im-a-beefy-ol'-adult- way. " Alright kid, turns out Elis Callinfeld ( which I could only guess was the dead things name ) died of a stroke, not because of your yelling. But we're gonna havta do a background check on ya, and call a parent or parental gaurdian to pick you up. We need to fill this out." He handed me a brown clipboard that had a pen attached to it, a sheet of paper containing questions about my address and number and stuff. " ok.." I said quietly, and Carlo stomped off, but not before glancing at Jessica (bwaha). I grab the shiny black pen ( oooh) and begin to scribble out my name and gender and address and stupid stuff. After a while, (on the question of my father and mothers names ) I pause and look up, chewing on the pen in my non aware habit way.
Jessica is looking at me. I glance at him. " What?" I say, trying to sound nasty and teenager like.
" Ya know, the police sometimes use the pens here to rape the prisoners."
My eyes widen and tear the pen out of my mouth, wiping my lips and tounge furiously with my shirt.
Jessica smirks at me and takes the pen( I dropped ) and pokes me in the belly button ( which was showing, my shirt doesn't have long sleevs so I had to actually use it) with it. " I was kidding ya know," he says,and grabs the clipboard out of my lap. " Hey! Give it back!" I say, swiping for it, but of course, he holds it out of reach and examines it. " Hmm...Felony? ' accusion of killing Elvis Camfeld'? " he apparently found by attitude filled answer funny, because he snickered and continued, using his free hand to shove me away." ' which I did'nt!'?" He glances at me in a funny way, and I try to grab the clipboard, lacking success." Address?" he murmers, glancing at the two criminals near us. Jessica reads it to himself, thankfully I suppose..Looking back, I don't think I want that dopey guy to know where I lived. " Give it-!" I start to say, but im cut off as I fall into Jessicas lap, losing my balance upon swiping at the clipboard. " Fujimiya! Give the kid back his form and cut out the funny buisness!" I sit up and see the skinny guy eying my clipboards captive.
Jessica snorts and tosses it back to me. I catch it barley, and look a the skinny guy, whose gone back to work.
After some silence, in which I finished my form, I looked up. Noone was paying attention to me, so I guess I just had to wait for Carlo to come back so I could give him my sheet.
Hmm...well....I *was* bored. So thus I turn to my 'best friend'.
" Fujimiya? " I say, mimicking him and raising a brow.
He glances at me in a ' watch yer mouth or ill watch it fer ya' way.
" Thats *MR* Fujimiya, to you." he says smoothly.
I blink, forgetting the Sora Self Defense System for a moment. " But your not much older than me! What are you, 12?" I purposley exagerrate the young-ness, to annoy him. He look 16. ( where as im 14)
"wow, I suppose all this panic of the first time murder has fried your sense of intellegence. Im 16. What are you, 13?"
YAY! I won the raffle! He's 16!
But alas, I am not 13! grrrr
" Im 14! And I'll be turning 15 soon!"
Ok...so the 2nd half was a lie....ehehe. Shh!
He raises an eyebrow, and is about the say something, ( which we all know wouldve been witty )
but then Carlo is back. " You done?" he sniffs, pointing to the clipboard. I nod and hand it to him.
" We finished the check, and your all clear, we called your mom, and she'll be here soon." His mustache perks up a bit, and his eyes turn upward, so im assuming he is smiling. Jessica snorts.
Carlo glances at him. " As for you," he begins, his face taking on that stern look again," theres not much to say. its a 4 nighter, but your parents agreed upon bail. You've got some mighty fine parents, son." he says this in a sad way, and walks back to the counter, my clipboard in hand.
I turn to stare at him. " So, Jessica, what exactly did you *do*?"
He looks at me like im crazy.
" Jessica??"
I grin, but inwardly im thinking ' oh shit oh shit moms gonna be pissed.' but only ever so slightly.
" Yeah, you never told me your name, dumb chum. "
He quirks a brow at my 'dumb chum' comment.
" I'm-"
Suddenly, the door of the station flys open and my mom stomps in. Yeah, stomps, my mom is a....beefy....woman.
" Sora Tsetsuya!" she yells.
Everyone in the station stares at her, suprised, even the dopey man and the scowley man.
I wince.
Carlo goes up to her and begins to tell her about my innocence. She doesn't seem completley convinced.
" Ohhhh busted." Dumb chum says, smiling pityingly at me.
" shut up.." I say, fearing for my life.
My mom lumbers up to me and stares at me. " They say you didn't kill her, but your still charged with disturbing the peace." she says, her eyes buldging. I lower my head.
Her voice softens a bit, but not much, " but they're letting you off because your record is clean."
She grabs my arm painfully and begins to lead me out the door.
My companion, whom I never got the name of, makes a sarcastic smoochy face at me, and waves. " Bye Sora."
I figured i'd never see him again.
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Yay! ever so slightly long chapter! So what do you think? ^-^ this one goes out to my two lovley reveiwers,
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