Damnit, damnit, damnit. I'm just getting into this. Too much perhaps? Hopefully you guys don't think so... I should really be working on Humans are Weird, I know...but argh. I just can't seem to muster up enough...loose skin and ideas for that. I know whats gonna happen next, but i'm just too lazy ass to write it. So heres goes nothing, or at least something ridiculous, for Chapter 7.

Anti-Sora: Thank god, or whatever. You need to lay off the 'Aros' abuse!

;; but I loveses you!

Anti-Sora:...

Ansem(wtf?why is he here?): FOOM.

So, noones realized yet? Aw man. You all need to go check out chapter 5 again. I command it :P oh well, I know its not the best.

But anyway, I donot own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of its characters. That little diddy goes out to Square and Disney. I simply say Square cuz I can't remember if it was made as a Soft or an Enix...whatever.

Enjoy.

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OW. Ow. Ow. OW times a million of those stupid ass numbers we use in almost no aspects of everyday life but are taught that you will DIE alone and ugly on a street corner in Cleveland,Ohio without them in Math. (1)

OW! Another kick to the ribs made me feeling just great. Feel the sarcasm? Good.

Two members of Wakka's gang, Botta and Letty, were holding me down by the arms. They had them twisted behind my back in a really painful way, but I didn't want to think about it. It probably looked really freaky, and that image just seemed to make it hurt more. Jassu, I assume, was standing next to me, like some sort of stupid idiot jackass...thing, because he was the one that kept kicking me in the ribs. Datto was somewhere, and I'm just going to guess he was the fist pounding into my kidney.

That was all hurting like a bitch, but the thing that had me most worried was I had no idea where Wakka and Keepa were.

I guess its kinda hard to see when your freakin face is being ground into tile ( god knows where its been.) by someones foot ( who knows where thats been ).

" Argh! STOP IT YOU SOCCER FIENDS!" Okay, wow, you suck Sora. But I swear if they continued this, my eye was going to fall out, and get all mushy and dirty on the floor. Then I wouldn't be able to use it anymore. And that would suck. But what sucked more was suddenly the heel of someones shoe was jabbing into my kindney, making me intake a sharp breath. MOTHERF-

" Whats that, Sora? I could quite hear you." I heard Wakka spit. Suddenly (woo!) my head was wretched up, and I had a perfect shot of Wakka's ugly mug. Okay, he's not really ugly, but I don't exactly feel like complementing him right now. I let out a kinda squeak, because he was holding my head up from my hair. It's not cool to pull peoples hair. Seriously. He could rip it out! And then I would have a big ol' bald spot on the top of my head like those really sad guys you see at the banks, hiding behind the potted plants.

" Hmm? Cat got your tounge,ya?" God, this guy was cliche'. Does he write his own material? No, no he doesn't. He lives in an empty linen closet.

I know this, because.

My mind reeled for something to do- this wasn't the first time this had happened. After a while, you'd think i'd stop resisting. But no. I'm a fighter. Sonuvabitch.

Wakka and his gang weren't like you saw on TV shows. You know, where they ask for your lunch money and give you wedgies and shit. That always happened at my school. I swear, bullies are so unoriginal sometimes. Wakka's gang would beat the shit out of you though. Really. I'm not even sure why, but they just started one day. I've never told any teachers or anything though, because i'm not a freakin wuss. I FIGHT MY OWN WARS! Don't even start on that whole 'tell an adult' thing, with me. This is not an after school special.

Wakka's grip on my hair tightened, snapping me (sadly, I guess) back to reality.

So you know. I got annoyed. I was so annoyed, really. When you've been kicked in the internal organs, had your hair pulled and slammed into the disgusting world of high school boy's bathroom tile, and bombarded with cliche' insults, you start to do that. Get annoyed, I mean.

So you know what I did? I spat right back at the sonuvabiznitch. Totally.

A big glob of my nasty spit, which went straight into his face and GOT ALL IN HIS EYE! Well, that would've happened, except I suck. And I missed.

Wakka was suprised though, so I guess i'll give myself some stupid ass credit. I guess.

Suddenly the his face distorted into a menacing look, something really ugly I remember, and he whipped back. I saw the light flash on his copper-looking boots, really excessively, too. Like the fucking sun. You know, people say dramatic things like this are suppose to go slow mo.

It happened pretty damn fast, and Letty and Botta had lost grip on one of my arms, so I managed to pull one up instinctivley just in time for Wakka to slam his shoe into my mouth.

I did a 90 or something spin on the tile, I don't know, I suck at math. But I opened my eyes and t here was a big line of red splatter across the floor infront of my face. I probably would have sat back a moment like the idiot I am to admire how dreadfully lovley it looked, but suddenly this awful electric pain went through my hand. I opened my mouth to cuss or something, and this big bubble of -something, I'm hoping for spit- formed and popped. Hoo boy, you should've seen it, it was like, fucking bubble gum. I really didn't like it. Also, let me note that my hand felt like it had been ran over by some assholes uber expensive BMW, and he was going to get all pissy at me for getting blood on his tires.

" Holy shit." I heard Jassu say, amused. Amused bastard. Keepa, or someone farther off went, alarmedly, " What happened?"

" Fuck Wakka!" Botta, or someone, I don't care, gasped out.

I heard a grunt, and suddenly Wakka was looming over me, and grabbing me by one arm. It was the one with the hand that hurt. As he drug me over to a stall, I saw it, and there was a big bloody dent,gash,damn crater in it, right on the three knuckles of the index,middle, and whatcha-ma-callit. Whenever you get hurt, it always hurts more when you look at it. Never look at anything. Anything.

With my free hand, I touched my lip. There was a searing pain, and I figured that was because my hand was pretty damn dirty. Never touch anything. Anything. Or you'll get hepatitis and die. Also, it was fuzzy and gooey. My lip was a peach. A stupid ass gooey peach. Was I getting a mustache? Ew. No shitty teen mustache for you, Sora.

When I pulled my hand away it was all wet with blood. Not even the cool kind. My blood looks like freaking V8 Splash. Seriously, just ask the nurses here.

Snarling, like a...dog. Dog, Wakka dragged ol' shocked an bleedin me inside the stall. Shocked and Bleedin. That sounds like a nickname you'd give to like, a pirate or something. Suddenly, I was surrounded. My face was plunged into luke warm water, my forhead hitting against rock hard porcelain, causing me to gasp. Water filled my mouth, and my eyes bugged out. It felt like minutes, but it was really only seconds, but I felt like I was going to drown. I...

It was scary, you know. Drowning, I don't think would be so bad, because its like...a grave. But you don't have to worry about worms, or the coffin being uncomfy. Or anyone digging you up. Drowning, you'r separated from the world. And you can sink thousands of leauges, touch things noone else livings been able to touch. Down down, into the dark depths. Plus, even if you rot, it'll look prettier, the aquatic colors shimmering over your face...fish swimming around you, maybe stopping for a quick glance...acknowledging. You'll be forgotten, detached. I'm not afraid of being forgotten, I just want to be remembered.

But not like this, not if someones forcing you to. No matter how goddamn lovely the garden is, if some asshole pushes you in and locks the door, your going to be pissed.

Now I'm talking about gardens. Before I was reffering to like an ocean, which still doesn't make sense, because an ocean is much different than a toilet.

A roaring sound filled by ears as the water swirled around, going downward. I squeezed my eyes shut, and when it was almost all the way down, I spat out the water in my mouth and took great, gasping breaths. Peeking through one eye, as the water came back up, I was grateful that they had the decency not to still my face into a toilet with ajax- nope, just regular ol' toilet water.

Motherfucker.

I stuggled, but it was difficult because my arms were in such a way where the front part of the shoulder was pressed against the seat. Ick. Obviously, Wakka's done this before.

Motherfucker.

Clips of a conversation.

" shit Wakka-"

drowning.

flush.

"this really so necess-"

drowning.

flush.

"..crush.-"

drowning.

flush.

"too far-"

drowning.

This time the water didn't go down immediatley. My lungs hurt, I remember. Like they were screaming at me for swallowing that nasty ass water. Geez, just the thought of it makes me want to hurl. But it's not like I wasn't used to it. Swirlies I mean, not hurling. Hurlings gross.I'd have to be crazy to get used to hurling

I waited a few minutes, and popped open an eye. I could hear muffled voices, but if you've ever had your head underwater, you'd know it's hard to hear. The Hell! They were chatting amongst themselves while I was DROWNING! The nerve. I closed my eyes again, as though I was going to sleep.

That awful blind darkness welcomed me. I started to think about how long I had been down here. Their voices still garbled through the water to my ears, and I heard shouting. What were they bickering about? The bathroom air was making the area on my shoulders where wet met dry cold. My brown spikes floated around me.

So, you know, I started to think abit. About this whole Riku thing. Why was Riku in the police station, anyway? He never told me. What if he had done something REALLY bad? Like, LITTER? Then I started thinking about Elenore Cabby, or whatever her name was. That old woman that died the day I met Riku. I haven't really given it any thought, but suddenly, I started feeling really bad. I mean, really REALLY bad. I hadn't caused her death, and she was old and everything, but still. Usually, I don't care to much when old people die. They're OLD. It's not like its much of a suprise. Plus, usually I don't know the person who died. But Elly, those were her last few moments, and she had to hear me 'screaming to the heavens' during them. That can't be cool.

I started thinking maybe she used to be a movie star or something. Or maybe, she was a writer. I don't like movie stars, they're always too snobby and...rhetorical. I like writers though. Maybe, she was a writer aspiring to be a movie star. This would explain the fur jacket and stuff. Too bad she didn't have a boa.

Maybe she gave money to charity, and little kids funds, and gave blood, even though she was a poor retired/aspiring actress/writer. What if her little mop dog had cancer, and she was taking it for it's final walk? And then she had to have a stroke. Fuck. And I ruined her last few moments of life.

What if she was one of the few good people in the world? What if she had the same veiws as me? What if, if I had met her earlier, she would have invited me to her house and offered me cookies and lemonade? And I don't mean in the creepy pedo way. What if she offered me all the knowledge of her years, so I could become all powerful and shit. Then I could tell my mom to bugger off, because I was 'going to Elvis'.'

All this shit started to make me feel worse. So, you know, just alittle, I started to cry abit. Though, you really couldn't tell because my head was still in the toilet. My tears slipped out just a tiny bit, and it was in the cool, movie poetic way without the snot and stuff.

Then, my crying was sort of cut short, because I kind of needed AIR. I squeezed my eyes tighter, so tight I thought my eyes were going to slip backwards into my brain, and give me a seizure or something. Yeah, you know the way. Isn't that a song?

I needed air. Now NOW NOW NOW NOW! I started trying to thrash, and I could feel Wakka's grip tighten on the collar of the back of my shirt. It had been loose. The jerk had forgotten about me! Man, ego minus 10HP. I bet my face was purple-NO, mauve. My lungs were getting all tight and bitchy.

The thought occured that maybe I might drown. Then, these assholes would feel awful, I bet. But oh man, would they be in trouble! That tends to happen. I don't know about your school, but at my school you get in trouble for drowning students in toilets. Just a little. But wait. What if they decided to dispose of my body, so they wouldn't have to take the blame? I pictured them trying to stuff my corpse down a toilet. Optimistic, I know. But then, Riku would come in, and start shouting and stuff, and they'd run like hell. But not before he roughed em up a bit. Then, he would find me cold and dead, and would cry. I'm not perverted like most people would, so I didn't picture him giving me mouth to mouth. That's just stupid. When someones dead, you know they're dead. No shitting.

Finally, the bastard let me go, and I grabbed the sides of the toilet and pulled myself out, gasping. Water flipped all over. I bet it was like that scene from the Little Mermaid, or something. My vision was all blurred, which sucked. My eyes burned and stung. My lungs stopped trying to pop(assholes) and started to suck up the air like a greedy...something. Feel my excretion of carbon dioxide!

I looked back down into the toilet, which was only half way full. My hair was dripping into it like some sort of...toilet...hair...rain. I sucked in another breath, blinking. You know, like almost when your trying not to cry. My eyes started to clear, which was good. My shirt and hair had absorbed alot of the water, which made me want to shake my head like a dog. But before I could do that (seriously, I was gonna), someone grabbed the back of my already stretched collar.

I let out a shout as I was thrown against the tile, this time on my back. My head slammed into the floor, leaving what would probably be a bruise and a bump. Yowch, poor head.

Turning afore mentioned head, I saw Jassu and Letty were in the corner, arms crossed, by Keepa, who blocked the doorway in a...keepa way. Botta was off in the other corner, nursing what appeared to be a bruised jaw.

Freaks.

Wakka was standing by me, in his usual towering fashion, a twisted look on his face, unreadable. I remember thinking, omg wtf. I have such a brilliant though process. Then, Wakka pulled back his leg, preparing to kick me again when Keepa spoke up.

" Shit, someones coming! Wakka, we better..." he trailed off. Heh, trail mix.

Wakka cursed, and the blow I was bracing for never came. My eyes were still and red and sore feeling. Then he walked over to them, and Jassu held open the door as they all walked out, all casual like they had just finished doing PROPER bathroom like things instead of beating the shit out of me. No pun intended.

I sighed, and put my head against the tile, which wasn't too smart because I just knocked the bruise again. My hair was all soggy, and covered my face, which made me glad because my eyes were all red and I probably just overall looked like shit. My hand tingled like there was some sort of giant, African beehive in it. I think I bit my lip, which didn't help things. The toilet water pooled around me abit. I wondered if I looked dead.

The door opened. Sitting up, I peered through my brown spikes at Riku. He just sort of stared at me, like he didn't need to ask. It wasn't in that snobby, 'I already know' way either. And he just stood there. And I sat there.

Riku in the door way, his baggy, faded jeans pooling around his black tennies, a button up yellow shirt with a raised collar, and open, black leather jacket, the same as before. And me, bloody and soaking wet, eyes all red from crying over that dead woman, sitting on the floor. The seat of my pants were all wet.

I blushed lightly, at how stupid I must look, and turned by head away to stare at the floor. I found myself examining that huge gash in my knuckles. It really hurt, and looking at it just made it worse. Never look at anything, it makes you feel awful.

Riku spoke up. " Who the fuck did this?"

I almost laughed, but I didn't. I glanced at him through the corner of my eye. He sounded angry, but still composed, and restrained. Cool fucking cucumber His eyes shone with a metallic glint, pretty as always, but I couldn't read them. But he sounded genuine. I looked away and didn't respond. Riku, why do you care?

He walked over and picked up my hand, pulling me to by feet, and I just blushed more, and tried to hide my face. I felt so pathetic. Riku probably thought I was a wuss now. When he didn't let go of my hand, I looked at him, but he was staring at my hand. " holy shit.." he mumbled. It wasn't worried though, almost astonished. Riku, your so...weird. Then he looked at me, face straight, eyes cold again. He didn't smirk though. It was odd. " Who the fuck did this?" he repeated.

I opened my dry lips, which was odd considering my face was just submerged for like, 20 minutes. " Noone."

He just gave me this look like I was crazy. Then, he held my hand for while longer, before letting it go. I looked down. And we stood there for a while, me shivering a bit, my ass and upper body wet and cold, my hand dripping blood onto the floor, and Riku just staring at me. I could feel it. I could.

The bell rang.

- Woot, finally finished this chapter up. So, what did you guys think? I personally hate how I wrote this, but whatever...Reveiw please, and let's hope the next one doesn't suck as much! I can't really think of anything else to say, so I'll cut this short. Love ya!

(1)- you actually do use Math:D