HOORAY! Chapter 6 is up and running....FINALLY.
Thank you all in advance for the reveiws, although I've just barely submitted that poor excuse of a chapter 5.
Anti Sora: You can say that again.
;;;Shut up Lovley.
Anti-Sora: O.o;;;
Ansem: what? did you just call me lovley?
OO;...I don't own Kingdom Hearts, only this dreadful plot...which I only made because you reveiwers are so nice!
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You didn't see Catherine that day, instead a fat nurse with steely gray eyes and wood-carved marrionette lines led you to Patient 4BF's room. She turned to you and said in a 'im better than you' voice,that you had to remove all weapons before entering the room. Instead of opening the door and waiting for you to take off all offensive items like Catherine, she stood and watched you with what looked like suspicion. After you dropped your belt to the floor, she pulled open the door with a gnarled arm, and said loudly, " ten minutes. Don't unstrap him, the little twerp," before shutting the steel door behind you. The white padding of the rooms stung your eyes abit, but you had gotten used to it by now. What you hadn't gotten used to, however, was the sight that lay before you.
"Sora? What in the world happened?"
At the sound of your voice, Sora shifted his brown locked head slightly.
" Oh. It's you. Good, I thought it was those ass rapers again." He sounded spiteful.
Confused, you decide not to ask Sora. Instead, you move on to your other question.
" What did you do?" You poke lightly at one of the restraining belts tying the young boy to the bed.
Sora was silent. You took the oppurtunity to press further, inspecting him up and down, taking in the pale, sickish tint he still had to his skin, and the mess of his hair. At least it looked clean, you must have come not long after the patient's shower time.
" Have you been eating your meals? What about medicine?" Once again, Sora didn't respond. You couldn't help but notice a bloody bandage on the inside of one of his arms. You sighed at the lack of response from the boy. His eyes were glazed, and you could tell he was in deep thought. Noone could be so absorbed in the ceiling.
You were beginning to consider leaving when he finally piped up, as though you had never said anything.
" It's nice to see you again."
You turned around, suprised, and sat on the end of the bed. Sora tilted his head in your direction, but you felt it was more because of the sudden shift of the matress rather than the fact you were there. The look in his eyes felt somehow.....ignoring. Like he couldn't even see you.
"I remember that day very well, but I can see what happened afterwards even clearer."
Sora obviously knew you were there. Didn't he?
"I wish....it would go away... "
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I glanced up at the clock. Where was I? Home Economics. Hehee. No, I was in History and I
wasnt paying much attention. The teacher was rambling monotonously up at the front, not
paying mind to a 3rd of the classes attention, or there lack of.
Looking back down at my paper, I licked my lips in deeeeeeeeep artistic concentration.
Because, ya know, I was drawing and in order to place the images in my head onto the reality
of once living (now dead) tree sheets, I had to be deeeeeeep within the pool of artistic-ness. I glance
d over at Riku, who was staring out the window. What was he looking at? I paused my doodling
for a moment to look out the window too. The green grass swayed in the wind,mimicking the
oak trees, and a brave squirrel ventured down from afore mentioned massive wooden objects to
collect nuts. What the hell? It was almost mocking that the nature of natureous things...um
....seemed to be so calm and mellow when seen through a window, when as soon as you walked
out there for a closer look you saw all the empty coca cola cans and homeless people hitting
on telephone poles. The sky was a colourless subject, the grey clouds dangling as if from
strings, like a marrionette(damn I'm poetic).
Marrionettes scare me, ya know. Once when I was little, my aunt brought a marionette over
on one of her visits. The evil fat woman whom was sister of my female birth giver made me,
a poor little 5 year old, dance with the souless spawn of hellish nightmares. Just because I was the same height. Evil midget opressing woman! I outta sue. I got
tangled in it for porks sake! Heehee, pork.
Back to the subject, was it going to rain? I sniffed the air instinctivley like a wolf
preying on some kind of wolf prey thing, but it didn't really work because I was inside,
the window was shut, and people were now staring. I wrinkled my face at them in a slight
snarl, and gurgled in the back of my throat. They turned away as if they had never noticed
me. Hah. I showed them. I turned back to Riku, remembering my original reason for looking at
him. I scanned his strange ass hair, and went back to scribbling on that important informat
ion. I was alittle jealous of his hair, because before Riku, I had the weirdest hair in
the school, and now....well, yeah.
I sat back and stared at my lovley portrait. After some mega decision thought, I drew in a
little speech bubble thingy....you know, that you see on those godforsaken 'funnies' in the
newspaper that arent even 'funny'? Damned old people.
I grinned at my peice of work, and carfully and masterfully, all zen-fu like, folded it into
a paper airplane. Glancing cautiously at the android of teaching, I threw it at the airport
- er, I mean Riku. Yeah. Riku's head.
It hit him in the shoulder.
AHHH! CRASH LAND! I was never a good aim. Im sorry passengers of the SS Sora. Oh wait,
wasn't that ships.....whatever, I hate ships.
Riku whirled his head around and stared at the paper, before looking around only to catch
my eye. I grinned at him sinisterly, oh yes, how sinisterly I grinned, and gave a slight
wave of the hand.
He didn't even bother looking at the teacher, apparently he didn't give a flying monkey
about getting caught, or he had already computed that the dumbass was completley
oh-bliv-ee-us.
His eyebrows raised as he scanned my masterpeice with his aqua eyes, before he went into a
series of snickers. The teacher whirled around ( why king Leo, he does have a sense of
reality!) and asked us in his it-comes-with-this-stupid-underpaid-job voice, " is there
something you boys find funny?"
Why is it always necessary to state the gender of the offending? Im beginning to think
schools have some kind of underground sexism corporation....underground.
The teacher, for some horrible reason, wasn't looking at Riku, but at me. Why only me? We
broke out of jail together! Oh Riku, how could you abandon me, so?! Has the world's evil
seeped it's way into your heart and corrupted you?! Oh, sweet agony of an inner struggle I
see in your eyes! Aw, fuck, I messed it up...said 'Oh' too many times....Anyway..
" Not really." I said to the teacher. It was hard to look him in the face because he was
really really ugly, but if I got lost in the thought of response I could just manage. The
teacher didn't really seem to like this, because he
said, " Are you being smart with me, Mr....." He scanned my bee you tee full face trying to
remember my last name.
" Mimi. And obviously sir, I am not being smart with you, because being logic-cal-rific and reasonable
with someone as old and moldy as you is quite an unwise decision. " I tried to use big, technical words to
seem more witty.. Mostly because I wanted to impress upon Riku my ultra witty-ness, and
because I never really liked this damned bastard of.....souls....of...darkness.
However, I did not have any backup, either the kids were much too afraid to stand up with me,
or they didn't find my comment funny enough, because nobody said anything. It was probably
the first mentioned, because of course my comment was funny! I am the master of sarcastic
and funny licious remarks that will make your cerebellum rewind like a 3 month old
blockbuster VHS!
Well, no matter how funny-licious my comment was, the teacher mr.whatsameechokoko...or..um, something. Heh, well he was all GROWL at me.
So I was all, GRRRR.
And he was all, GROAR!.
You know, like Vambees(1). Vampire. Zombies. Yeeeeeeah. You see, Jhonny, when a vampire and a zombie love eachother very,very much, they give into their pitiful mortal cravings of the flesh in a foolish hope of getting a glimpse of real pleasure! Um...what was I talking about again? Oh yeah.
So, we had a major problem...major tom. The teacher wasn't saying anything, just staring at me. And the rest of the class. I didn't even want to look over at Riku. Oh no, Riku. You've seen the real me now! So you WON'T LOVE ME! Aw, man. I cannot describe how bad I was feeling.
I was blushing like crazy, I bet. So, you know, when you do something stupid, your really desperate to make it up. So, I kept talking.
" Cause...you know....your...really...old..."
Shut up, Sora!
"..and...all..."
CLOSE YOUR TRAP!
"...ya know...."
Argh. I'm just making this so hard on myself. Like....a soap dispenser. I need to write a haiku on that. Freeeestyle, man. Screw those seven syllables.
By now the teacher was kinda shaking, and omigosh, he was freaking me out. The rest of class scooted away from me, well, probably not really, but it sure as hell felt like it. Because he was going to explode! So they had to move away to avoid the flying debris of my bodily parts. Ew.
Except Riku. Awww. Riku. You've stuck by me to the very end! THE END GODAMMIT!
I'd like, jump into his arms so we could....ride off.....into the sunset, but the teacher was shoving a note in my face.
" Go. to. the. principals. office. mr.mimi.NOW."
...Ha! He beleived me. My name is so not Mimi.
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Shit. (mm.that's a swear.)It's only the first period, and I already got sent to the princy-pal....So much for making a good impression on Riky. But then again, I don't think he'd mind.
Much too Riku-rific for that. Which would so, should so be a word.
..Hey kids! Whatcha doin'? GETTIN' INTO TROUBLE!!! ...You naughty little f-ooh a penny!
Argh Sora.
Walking down the empty halls of my school, my nose was burning like a mother. Not like my mother. Like, I mean, it was really burning...bad. My school's hallways are the worsest. That is so a word. SHUT UP. Don't look at me like that. Ya see, they have these florescent lights that burn your retinas, and always reek of cleaning agents from our potential suicide-bomber janitors. I swear, when I first came here, I thought that awful smell was from bodies. Dead bodies, that they kept in the closet and soaked in tubs of acid and junk to dispose of evidence. Thats what they did with the kid's who ditched.
One time, I wanted to look in a closet, but I decided not to, cuz dead bodies freak me out. The reek of this awful scent was dispensed throughout the school like some sort of...mustard gas. One day I hope some stupid jock kid in Science will create mustard gas, so I will be cured of the stupidity blammed upon my head from these cleaning things! Yeah. I blame my bad grades on the smell. So I'll get super powers from the mustard gas. Or, you know, die.
Doesn't matter.
Looking at the slip of paper in my hand, I felt a sort of slinking feeling in my stomach. Our principal, Mr.Sephiroth, to say the least, scared the almighty crap out of me.
Yes. My crap is almighty. Come to think of it, he had this really nice silver hair, like Riku's. Only Riku's was much prettier. Also, Riku had those really nice eyes I told you about. And Mr.Sephiroth had those ones..that...made you feel like throwing yourself off a building. You know, they're freaky.
Man. Why couldn't I be born with silver hair?(2)
The slip of paper was something the teachers gave out for everything. Because they are paranoid here. They think us kiddie-poos are going to suicide-bomb something if we are let out to do anything without permission. When they should really be keeping their eyes on the janitors. Gosh, the janitors always look all sad. I kinda wanna hug them, but usually their pretty ugly and stinky and would yell at me. Argh. Never mind.
They have the teachers name, which turns out is Mr.Canivil. Isn't that...the name of some soup company? Man, I wish they would give me some soup here. All they ever serve is the stuff out of the garbage from Roswell. You know. Aliens.
Then it had my name, scribbled out to be Sora Mimi ( snicker ), and below that, scribbled in this guys awful blue pen of illiteracy, PRINCIPAL.
Then a thought occured. Mwaha. I'm so smurt.
Then, just as I was going to put my devious plan of deviousness into action, a voice interupted me.(doesn't that sound spooky? I think it sounds spooky.)
Tidus, the hall monitor(3), was stalking(celery!) towards me, his big sash of orange hall monitor-y doom shining bright into my cornias. Sometimes, I like to think its one of those sashes that say "Miss Congeniality" or whatever. Tidus is so the beauty queen. Heh.
" Where's your pass?" Wow. You could knit a....tea cozy from all the boredom he's radiating. That's how much, seriously.
The details about Tidus are he's kinda taller than me(no intimidation! im tuff! rawr!), and has beach blonde hair that is short, around his ears. He has kinda a tan, and these bored, blue likeish crystal eyes. Of boredom. He usually wears those short cargo things, and short sleeved shirt. You really can't tell because of the big ass orange sash thing. He's kinda muscley, but not like Riku. Oh ho, no. Ho.
Tidus was on the soccer team, ya know. But for some reason, I guess its cuz hes Hall Monitor, but Tidy-boy is picked on alot.
I used to wanna be, ya know, bestest buds with him cuz I didn't have any friends either, but he doesn't seem to care about anything. He's a very, very bored person.
I think I once heard in the lyrics of a song, that if your 'bored then your boring.' But yeah. That had nothing to do with anything. besides, I have Riku now. Riku, Riki,Riky,Riku,Riky-poo! Ahahaha.
Anyway, Tidus kinda surprised me, so I jumped. NOT SCREAMED. Jumped. And I stuck my fingers to my mouth, because...I do that.
As the blondy reached me, I pulled my fingers out and put them behind my back, rubbing at the paper furiously. Plan B. Attempt Plan A again, only with twice the chance of screwing it all to hell up. " Well?" Tidus asked, raising his eyebrows at me.
Don't you raise your eyebrows at me, boy. I'll knock you silly. Boom chika boom boom.
" I...uh...bathroom. Yeah, bathroom." I said, kinda nervously. I whipped out the slip from behind my back and showed it to him. Okaaaay....Instead of just the big PRINCIPAL, the entire freaking paper was a mass of blue smear. Tidus kinda just looked at it, before turning his ACCUSING eyes on me. Oh gawd, he knew, he KNEWWWWWWWW!
So he just kinda stared at me. Obviously, i'm not a very good actor. Damn, was I heartbroken. My pitiful 11 year old hopes of being a supa star just like Madonna are now crushed FOREVA!
So, I started to get nervous. You ever done that? I have. Tidus just kept giving me that 'wtf' look, and I could feel myself about to blush. I hate blushing. It's not very attractive, plus people learn too much about you from it. DON'T REVEAL INFORMATION TO THE ENEMYS BASE, GODAMMIT JERRY! Moron.
So, theres this thing. When I get nervous, I tend to blurt out stuff. But hey, whatever works.
Staring.
2 minutes.
2 1/2 minutes.
3 minutes.
4 minutes.
5 minutes.
5 1/2 minutes.
" IM GUNNA PEEEEEEEEEE MY PAAAAAAAAANTS!"
Oh yeah. Then he let me pass. Prostitute. Still like you,though, Tidus m' boy. He sure was better than other people. Not Riku though.
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I stolled into the bathroom, and by dammitydamnpamcookingspray was I feeling pretty damn proud of myself. My plan had worked! Which meant no princy pal for moi!
I was like, a super genious. Totally.
Rounding the corner, I couldn't help but stare at the signs on the bathroom. You know, the little stick people, to help illiterate people figure out which bathroom was which? Ugly stick man for the boys, ugly stick man with a giant triangle swallowing his abdomen for the girls.
Pornographic. Pottyhouse.
Someone had taken a pen and scribbled pubic hair on them, and drawn giant tits on the girl. I couldn't helo but stare. They were so...so...disproportionate! Dear gawd, does noone know anything about anatomy these days? Geebus.
I tapped my foot against the boy's door (boys.not.girls.yeah,im a boy.not a girl. I remembered this time! Fwee!), and applied pressure to open it. Pressure. Cabin pressure. Like. Airplanes...ya know. Ugh. Nevermind, theres no getting through to you. Sob.
I entered the bathroom, running a hand through my hair, alllllll smooth like. I took notice that there was someone else in the bathroom, parked over by the urinals, but I didn't really care. People tend to go to he bathroom. Sometimes. ...At night. It's not like i'm nosy or anything. Don't think I'm nosy! You nosy mc...noser!
Okay, so, my plan had been accomplished: Step 1- get out of going to principal. Step 2- um...do...something.
Grr. Stupid Sora! Why don't you ever think things out! Because I'm dumb! Yes, yes you are. Hey! Your calling yourself dumb, too then! No, just you. ...Jerk. What was that?! Um..nothing. Oh ho ho, no. Nothing my arse,it was something. N-no it wasn't....you know what this means? n-no.....PUNISHMENT! Ahh! Please no! I'm sorrrrry! TOO LATE!!! SMASH! POW!BOP! Um...yeah. So, while...that...little scenario was going on, I walked over to the sink and ran the water over my hands. Then I brought them up and rubbed my eyes.
When I was little, I would stay up late, until like, 2 AM, so I would always come to school tired. So I would rub my eyes with water to stay awake. Why would I stay up? Because I was six! And uh...ahem...all right, I was afraid of the ...loch ness....monster. Yeah...My dad used to read me books about History. I don't know why, I guess he....wanted me..to be...smart in History when I was older or something? Yeah. So, he was reading me a story about Scotland, and about the Loch Ness Monster. I don't know what the heck was wrong with me. But I was terrified that Nessy was going to like, I dunno, fly through my window and eat me. Man, I was dumb. Not even just dumb. A dumb chum. Yeah. I guess I never got out of the habit, now that I think about it. I'd do it here, too, probably, but their too afraid I'd brake a mirror or something. And..kill myself? Something weird like that, blah. Stupid nurses. Am I SOOOOOOOOO SUSPICIOUS?! Argh. No, no i'm not. Right?
I was just about to stand upright when suddenly I heard an all too familiar voice.
" Awww, lookit! If it isn't little Soooooooooora. Our little hikari. "
I tried to stand up, but a hand pushed me back down by the neck, slamming my forhead into the tap of the sink painfully. Owwwwwwwww. Did I say painfully? Yes, I think I did. Falling backwards onto the hard tile, I let out another sharp intake of breath, partially because of my searing forhead pain, and also because I was stupid enough to land on my backbone, too. Two pains to worry about, not one.
I pulled back my hand, because it was blocking my vision. Who was my attacker? Groar! I'll gettim good!
There was a big red smear on my hand. Ouchu. Although I was lying on the floor, I could see the shadow of a few people in the horrible florescent lighting. One of the figures leaned down and blew some smoke into my face. I started to cough, and they all erupted in laughter.
" Oh, poor little Sowa. Don't like the smokey?"
" Shut up, Wakka.(4)."
Bad move Sora, bad move. This earned moi a sharp kick in the ribs. Ever been kicked in the ribs? I have. Not. Fun.
"Boys, I think we outta teach Sora here some manners, ya...?"
Oh...Sheeeeeeet. Stupid Jamacain wannabe.
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Whew! Finally. Just kept coming and coming, I couldn't find a good place to end it. Anyway, it's nice and long, so no whining! You whiners...
XD eheheh. Just kidding. I loves ya all. And thank you all for the votes...i've got it all figured out now.
1- Too much Brave Fencer Musashiden, Sora.
2- I wonder the same thing everday, myself...
3- Dude. Can't you just picture this? Comeon, picture it...
4- WTF? I don't know whats wrong with me. I personally am just sick of seeing Wakka always portrayed as good. I know he's really plotting stuff....with his fake Jamaican accent. Dude, Wakka. We all know your not Jamaican.
R/R Please! Too many ideas! Expect the next one soon! Eheh. Maybe. Hope you all enjoy that. Time for some HAW work!
Anti Sora: oh dear gawd no. Leave me alone!
Epitaph