Yay! so many lovley reveiws! ^-^ im sooo happy!
Anyway, thank you to everyone for all the lovleys.
'specially Zee, because reveiws always are inspiring when the person is on coke. XD mraaaa. please don't take offence in that, i mean sugar when i say coke and i mean coca cola when i say dog.
oh yeah, for once i actually did HTML! im so lazy. Actually, *tried* HTML, is more like it. you know, b and stuff tags. But it won't show in the preveiw! I don't know whats wrong....so...yeah...
Disclaimer: Anti Sora: * monotonous * Epitaph Dragoness does not own Kingdom Hearts or any.....thing thats familiar in that....hey-the-belongs-to-(insert corporate name here)....
Thanks honey. * smooch *
Anti Sora: .......whatever, im sick of this bullsheit. * drives off in corvette *
ah. theres the randomness for my reveiwers. ^^ enjoy.
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HOLY-
oh wait, it's you!
You scared me. I didn't know you were still here. The nurse did'nt say anything.
Le sigh. Lazy skanks. Anyway....your back again, eh?
So, how are you? The family?
Nice weather latley, huh?
I would comment on the weather, but I really don't see much of it latley.
So...you came to hear more of my story, I suppose.
....more of Riku's story.
More of our story.
Oh, 'm sorry, it's just the nurses let us watch TV every once in a while, and we just finished watching some dramatic thing. Also, they pumped me full of penisilin for your visit. Somethin' about being safe because they don't wanna be sued. Im sure the nurse told you to get rid of all weapon like objects before you came? Belts, shoes....might as well pull out your teeth and finger nails; anything can be used as a weapon.
Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you. I just want to tell the story.
I'm suprised you even care....enough to come back to hear the rest..
It makes me....happy...
I haven't been happy in a while.
Don't want to be rude...... I would say something to...but...I...
....can't... remember the words...anymore.
***
Climbing into my mom's car is always fun. She has one of those grey thingys that are desinged for cripples. You know, the ones with the handles on the inner car door so you can apply pressure when getting inside without substaining any injury?
....yeah.
On the drive home, it was relitivley quiet. I sit with my head bowed, feeling a bit akward.
Of course, I can't daze out in my sock trance again, because my stomach hurts. Im gonna be in so much trouble! It's even worse because mummy dearest is all quiet...you know thats a really bad thing.
I glance over at afore mentioned mummy, and shes staring forward, eyes on the road. Her jaw is set firm, in a manly way, marionette lines of oldness running down her chin.
Spooky.
My stomach turns again, and I look back down. I hope she doesnt restrict me from video games. Cause I neeeeeeeeeeeed them. Remember the friend I told you about that said beginning something with 'because' or 'and' is an improper sentence? He'll show up soon, I promise. We pulled into the driveway, Im using the fast forward ability because the whole drive was painful and uneventful. Hey, is'nt that the name of a song? Should be.
When we got home, I trudged to my room, and flopped down on the bed, not daring to make a noise, or touch my lovley Super Nintendo(1). The hours passed, or actually minutes before I heard a big scary dinosaur yell: " SORA! "
It's pointless to yell back ' WHat?!' because my mom never answers. She's all quiet, so you have to go out there. I once talked to her about it and she got angry, saying something stupid like ,' you come when I call!'. Woo boy.
I took off my socks; I didn't want them to see this,
and I dragged my pooor self out of my room and into the living room, where she always parked her fat ass.
I stared her in the eyes. I HAVE DIGNITY! woo. caps.
She stares at me, all huffing and gross shit and says ' What am I going to do with you? '
Parents have no idea how dirty that is. Bwahahah. I have a gutter mind. I hate when she talks like that, its not like I always do bad stuff, this is like the only thing ive ever really done. Infact, it isnt really bad anyway! ARGH!
I shrug, beginning to lose my nerve. Arg! NO! BAD SORA! Look her in the eyes!
So of course I look at my feet.
She begins to ramble, and I blankly begin to sing Yellowcard songs in my head. Yeah. I do that.
I looked up at my mom skeptically. I've always wanted to use that word. Skepppppticaalllllly.....
She had an angry looked stretched across her mug, her eyes furrowed so they almost looked like a unibrow....almost....her mouth was flapping and her teeth were snapping, and I began to imagine what she would do if she bit off her tounge accidently whilst yelling. Of course, she wasn't really yelling. She was shaking her hands all about, and her mouth was hanging open, but she was singing to me.
" If I could find you now, things would get better!" my mom was saying, guitar music and a drum beat coming from nowhere, " we could leave this town, and run forever!"
It was hard not to laugh at.
My mom suddenly stopped and looked at me like I was a small, enclosed space that she was standing near to and she was a claustrophobic. " GO TO YOUR ROOM!" she shouted. It suddenly occured to me that I was laughing, and I covered my mouth, and stumbled up the stairs, nearly tripping. Then I would of broken my back and that would've ruined this whole story.
I walked down the hallway, catching my breath. My mom was a very scary wo-man. Yes indeed. Alright then. It seemed to take forever to get to my room, but eventually I got there.
I've lived with my mom for 11 years. My dad....lets discuss my mom, shall we? My mom has blonde hair, and greyish blue eyes. She looks nothing like me. She is rather...non-compact, and always lazes around the house. She tolerates nothing, and always makes me work my ass off. She works at a paper company, she does the typing for.....something . She always complains that she does tons of work and I do nothing. If she actually paid me allowance, ( ex. she was a boss who paid money properly and some other lady was my mom- ) I would probally make enough money for the both of us. I don't remember anyone else besides my mom. Sometimes, when she almost makes me cry ( out of frustration! Im much too manly to cry ) I like to make beleive that shes not my real mom, and that my real mom is on a quest, fighting dragons, trying to find me. Like maybe the stork dropped me or something.
I make it to my room, and after about an hour ( actually less than 5 minutes ) of fighting to open the door, I slammed it behind me, grabbed my diskman off my desk ( which was actually just a blob of wood ) and flopped down on the bed. I stared up at the ceiling for a long time, with the diskman resting on my stomach, debating weither or not I had enough energy to turn my head to look at the clock. I'm guessing it was late. I get out of school at like, 3 something, and it takes like 30 minutes to get to the police station and back.....
I put my headphones on and turned on the diskman. Some song by some band began to play from some burned CD. I turned the volume down low- I have fragile ears.
So where was I? I was probally at the police station an hour... and I was probally wondering around after school for like, 45 minutes or something...and mom was singing to me for like....i don't k.....
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I heard the music faintly playing in my ears. The room was dark. I must of fallen asleep.
An attempt at sitting up fails miserabley. I can't even get my head an inch off the pillow. I open an eye, not really having a say in the matter because the other one is squished, and leaking its gooey,pain-filled eye juices against the headboard. Shadow has fallen across the abyss of my jungle. I heard a faint rumbling, and begin to wonder weither it could be my stomach , thunder , or something else...
My CD skips a few times, then turns off. I sit up, and feel two things : a rush of diziness, and pain in my ankle. You have to be sleeping in a very weird position to make your ankle cramp up. Especially when I thought I was lying on my side.
I yawn, and rub my head, and tug at the headphones cord.
Glancing over at the clock, I can't read the numbers really, my eyes are dim and blurry from sleep. Its probally near midnight.
tap tap
Blink Blink. Hu..wha? I rub my eyes, and look around for the source of the noise.
tap 'hey!'
I look over at the window.
Theres a face in it, staring at me.
My eyes widen, and I leapt up and out of bed, doing a cartwheel in the air, and swiped my baseball bat off the desk and took a fighting position..
Wha? ....Okay, so I was lying. ....I don't actually own a baseball bat...I think.
My eyes widened, and I screamed. Well, it was kinda quiet for a scream, but never the less. I fell backwards out of bed, and hit the floor, my ankle twisting in the sheets. My diskman falls next to me, the headphones having been unplugged. I try to stand up- but my ankle is caught. I stare fearfully at the window.
.....................wait.
The face is distorted, a smirk on it. He's laughing at me!
Smirk! Silver hair, sea green eyes....that stupid little...
" You..what the hell do you want?? " I whispered to him, angry and still shooken up by that little fall..and shock. The face is still laughing alittle, and he knocked on the window. ' mind if I come in? ' he asks, shaking his head. I untwist myse;f ( painfully ) from the sheets and go to the window. " why are you here?" I ask, looking at him. Q: Was this boy crazy? Answer: more likley than not.
'Open Open Open..' he saids, ignoring me and tapping at the window.
tap,tap, tap
I open it up, and he climbs in gracefully ( *skoff* of course ), and stands next to me, running his hand through his hair. I can only stare at him. I smirks. " Aren't you happy to see your ol' pal Jessica?"
..Is he mocking me? Oh no, you don't mock me.....jerk...
I gape at his smirking face abit before choking out the only thing I could really say.
" WTF?"
Jessica laughs.
" Did you...like...how did you...did..you follow me home or something? " I exclaim, taking a step back. Stalker! Stay awaaay!
He raises a brow. " Alittle on the forgetful side, eh Sora? Remember...?" He looks at me expectedly, and I try to remember anyway that he could know where I live. After about 5 minutes, he sighs. " Nevermind."
He sits on my bed, and I note that he's still wearing the same thing from earlier. " So why are you here? " I ask again, not really taking it all in yet. He smirks. Doesn't this kid have any other facial expression? Only 2 i've seen. Skeptical, and that smirking thing.
" If I knew that, then i'd probally be some rich scientist." he said.
Of course, it took me awhile to get that. He chuckled, obviously at my slow...ness...
" Just wanted to visit, ya know..." He said.
" Jessica-" I started to say.
" Riku "
" huh?"
I blinked, looking at him. What the hell is a Ree-koo? He looked at me, that strange smirk....evolving into a smile.
" My name. is Riku." He said slowly, raising his hands and speaking loud and clear, as though I couldnt speak his language or something. It took me a while to take it all in. His name. Then, I smiled, and sat down next to him.
" Nice ta meet cha, Riku."
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Riku and me sat up practically all night getting to know eachother....no, not in that way you perverts.
* smile *
That's how I first got to know Riku...
...Looking back...If...I had known that in less than a year I would be here.....I....I think...I know....
I still would have opened that window.
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Woo, im sorry! short and cheesy chapter! Im getting alittle writers block, but nothing to worry! Im going to work a bit on Musical Sora until I can think of a plot for the next few chapters.
Thank you for all your reveiws!!!
Please give us more!!!
Anti-Sora:....what do you mean.....'us'?
1- Nope, don't own that.
Anyway, thank you to everyone for all the lovleys.
'specially Zee, because reveiws always are inspiring when the person is on coke. XD mraaaa. please don't take offence in that, i mean sugar when i say coke and i mean coca cola when i say dog.
oh yeah, for once i actually did HTML! im so lazy. Actually, *tried* HTML, is more like it. you know, b and stuff tags. But it won't show in the preveiw! I don't know whats wrong....so...yeah...
Disclaimer: Anti Sora: * monotonous * Epitaph Dragoness does not own Kingdom Hearts or any.....thing thats familiar in that....hey-the-belongs-to-(insert corporate name here)....
Thanks honey. * smooch *
Anti Sora: .......whatever, im sick of this bullsheit. * drives off in corvette *
ah. theres the randomness for my reveiwers. ^^ enjoy.
---
HOLY-
oh wait, it's you!
You scared me. I didn't know you were still here. The nurse did'nt say anything.
Le sigh. Lazy skanks. Anyway....your back again, eh?
So, how are you? The family?
Nice weather latley, huh?
I would comment on the weather, but I really don't see much of it latley.
So...you came to hear more of my story, I suppose.
....more of Riku's story.
More of our story.
Oh, 'm sorry, it's just the nurses let us watch TV every once in a while, and we just finished watching some dramatic thing. Also, they pumped me full of penisilin for your visit. Somethin' about being safe because they don't wanna be sued. Im sure the nurse told you to get rid of all weapon like objects before you came? Belts, shoes....might as well pull out your teeth and finger nails; anything can be used as a weapon.
Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you. I just want to tell the story.
I'm suprised you even care....enough to come back to hear the rest..
It makes me....happy...
I haven't been happy in a while.
Don't want to be rude...... I would say something to...but...I...
....can't... remember the words...anymore.
***
Climbing into my mom's car is always fun. She has one of those grey thingys that are desinged for cripples. You know, the ones with the handles on the inner car door so you can apply pressure when getting inside without substaining any injury?
....yeah.
On the drive home, it was relitivley quiet. I sit with my head bowed, feeling a bit akward.
Of course, I can't daze out in my sock trance again, because my stomach hurts. Im gonna be in so much trouble! It's even worse because mummy dearest is all quiet...you know thats a really bad thing.
I glance over at afore mentioned mummy, and shes staring forward, eyes on the road. Her jaw is set firm, in a manly way, marionette lines of oldness running down her chin.
Spooky.
My stomach turns again, and I look back down. I hope she doesnt restrict me from video games. Cause I neeeeeeeeeeeed them. Remember the friend I told you about that said beginning something with 'because' or 'and' is an improper sentence? He'll show up soon, I promise. We pulled into the driveway, Im using the fast forward ability because the whole drive was painful and uneventful. Hey, is'nt that the name of a song? Should be.
When we got home, I trudged to my room, and flopped down on the bed, not daring to make a noise, or touch my lovley Super Nintendo(1). The hours passed, or actually minutes before I heard a big scary dinosaur yell: " SORA! "
It's pointless to yell back ' WHat?!' because my mom never answers. She's all quiet, so you have to go out there. I once talked to her about it and she got angry, saying something stupid like ,' you come when I call!'. Woo boy.
I took off my socks; I didn't want them to see this,
and I dragged my pooor self out of my room and into the living room, where she always parked her fat ass.
I stared her in the eyes. I HAVE DIGNITY! woo. caps.
She stares at me, all huffing and gross shit and says ' What am I going to do with you? '
Parents have no idea how dirty that is. Bwahahah. I have a gutter mind. I hate when she talks like that, its not like I always do bad stuff, this is like the only thing ive ever really done. Infact, it isnt really bad anyway! ARGH!
I shrug, beginning to lose my nerve. Arg! NO! BAD SORA! Look her in the eyes!
So of course I look at my feet.
She begins to ramble, and I blankly begin to sing Yellowcard songs in my head. Yeah. I do that.
I looked up at my mom skeptically. I've always wanted to use that word. Skepppppticaalllllly.....
She had an angry looked stretched across her mug, her eyes furrowed so they almost looked like a unibrow....almost....her mouth was flapping and her teeth were snapping, and I began to imagine what she would do if she bit off her tounge accidently whilst yelling. Of course, she wasn't really yelling. She was shaking her hands all about, and her mouth was hanging open, but she was singing to me.
" If I could find you now, things would get better!" my mom was saying, guitar music and a drum beat coming from nowhere, " we could leave this town, and run forever!"
It was hard not to laugh at.
My mom suddenly stopped and looked at me like I was a small, enclosed space that she was standing near to and she was a claustrophobic. " GO TO YOUR ROOM!" she shouted. It suddenly occured to me that I was laughing, and I covered my mouth, and stumbled up the stairs, nearly tripping. Then I would of broken my back and that would've ruined this whole story.
I walked down the hallway, catching my breath. My mom was a very scary wo-man. Yes indeed. Alright then. It seemed to take forever to get to my room, but eventually I got there.
I've lived with my mom for 11 years. My dad....lets discuss my mom, shall we? My mom has blonde hair, and greyish blue eyes. She looks nothing like me. She is rather...non-compact, and always lazes around the house. She tolerates nothing, and always makes me work my ass off. She works at a paper company, she does the typing for.....something . She always complains that she does tons of work and I do nothing. If she actually paid me allowance, ( ex. she was a boss who paid money properly and some other lady was my mom- ) I would probally make enough money for the both of us. I don't remember anyone else besides my mom. Sometimes, when she almost makes me cry ( out of frustration! Im much too manly to cry ) I like to make beleive that shes not my real mom, and that my real mom is on a quest, fighting dragons, trying to find me. Like maybe the stork dropped me or something.
I make it to my room, and after about an hour ( actually less than 5 minutes ) of fighting to open the door, I slammed it behind me, grabbed my diskman off my desk ( which was actually just a blob of wood ) and flopped down on the bed. I stared up at the ceiling for a long time, with the diskman resting on my stomach, debating weither or not I had enough energy to turn my head to look at the clock. I'm guessing it was late. I get out of school at like, 3 something, and it takes like 30 minutes to get to the police station and back.....
I put my headphones on and turned on the diskman. Some song by some band began to play from some burned CD. I turned the volume down low- I have fragile ears.
So where was I? I was probally at the police station an hour... and I was probally wondering around after school for like, 45 minutes or something...and mom was singing to me for like....i don't k.....
---
I heard the music faintly playing in my ears. The room was dark. I must of fallen asleep.
An attempt at sitting up fails miserabley. I can't even get my head an inch off the pillow. I open an eye, not really having a say in the matter because the other one is squished, and leaking its gooey,pain-filled eye juices against the headboard. Shadow has fallen across the abyss of my jungle. I heard a faint rumbling, and begin to wonder weither it could be my stomach , thunder , or something else...
My CD skips a few times, then turns off. I sit up, and feel two things : a rush of diziness, and pain in my ankle. You have to be sleeping in a very weird position to make your ankle cramp up. Especially when I thought I was lying on my side.
I yawn, and rub my head, and tug at the headphones cord.
Glancing over at the clock, I can't read the numbers really, my eyes are dim and blurry from sleep. Its probally near midnight.
tap tap
Blink Blink. Hu..wha? I rub my eyes, and look around for the source of the noise.
tap 'hey!'
I look over at the window.
Theres a face in it, staring at me.
My eyes widen, and I leapt up and out of bed, doing a cartwheel in the air, and swiped my baseball bat off the desk and took a fighting position..
Wha? ....Okay, so I was lying. ....I don't actually own a baseball bat...I think.
My eyes widened, and I screamed. Well, it was kinda quiet for a scream, but never the less. I fell backwards out of bed, and hit the floor, my ankle twisting in the sheets. My diskman falls next to me, the headphones having been unplugged. I try to stand up- but my ankle is caught. I stare fearfully at the window.
.....................wait.
The face is distorted, a smirk on it. He's laughing at me!
Smirk! Silver hair, sea green eyes....that stupid little...
" You..what the hell do you want?? " I whispered to him, angry and still shooken up by that little fall..and shock. The face is still laughing alittle, and he knocked on the window. ' mind if I come in? ' he asks, shaking his head. I untwist myse;f ( painfully ) from the sheets and go to the window. " why are you here?" I ask, looking at him. Q: Was this boy crazy? Answer: more likley than not.
'Open Open Open..' he saids, ignoring me and tapping at the window.
tap,tap, tap
I open it up, and he climbs in gracefully ( *skoff* of course ), and stands next to me, running his hand through his hair. I can only stare at him. I smirks. " Aren't you happy to see your ol' pal Jessica?"
..Is he mocking me? Oh no, you don't mock me.....jerk...
I gape at his smirking face abit before choking out the only thing I could really say.
" WTF?"
Jessica laughs.
" Did you...like...how did you...did..you follow me home or something? " I exclaim, taking a step back. Stalker! Stay awaaay!
He raises a brow. " Alittle on the forgetful side, eh Sora? Remember...?" He looks at me expectedly, and I try to remember anyway that he could know where I live. After about 5 minutes, he sighs. " Nevermind."
He sits on my bed, and I note that he's still wearing the same thing from earlier. " So why are you here? " I ask again, not really taking it all in yet. He smirks. Doesn't this kid have any other facial expression? Only 2 i've seen. Skeptical, and that smirking thing.
" If I knew that, then i'd probally be some rich scientist." he said.
Of course, it took me awhile to get that. He chuckled, obviously at my slow...ness...
" Just wanted to visit, ya know..." He said.
" Jessica-" I started to say.
" Riku "
" huh?"
I blinked, looking at him. What the hell is a Ree-koo? He looked at me, that strange smirk....evolving into a smile.
" My name. is Riku." He said slowly, raising his hands and speaking loud and clear, as though I couldnt speak his language or something. It took me a while to take it all in. His name. Then, I smiled, and sat down next to him.
" Nice ta meet cha, Riku."
---
Riku and me sat up practically all night getting to know eachother....no, not in that way you perverts.
* smile *
That's how I first got to know Riku...
...Looking back...If...I had known that in less than a year I would be here.....I....I think...I know....
I still would have opened that window.
---
Woo, im sorry! short and cheesy chapter! Im getting alittle writers block, but nothing to worry! Im going to work a bit on Musical Sora until I can think of a plot for the next few chapters.
Thank you for all your reveiws!!!
Please give us more!!!
Anti-Sora:....what do you mean.....'us'?
1- Nope, don't own that.