I'm thinking about changing the rating to R, just to be safe. Not because of any slash or pr0n or anything, but just because Sora's just getting a messed up mouth and stuff. I'm hoping to work on the voilent, graphic part. You know? Ya know. Anyway...does anyone WANT me to do slash? Oo;;;

You should vote or something. Really. I'd love that. Like, on the level of man love(teehee) you want this to be.

Slash ( like, I mean, I could do slash. But only if you guys want me to. Im pretty much a neutral slave to the reader's wishes. Myep.)

Some sort of messed up inbetween. (Would probably still be PG-13 and stuff. But like, you know. Yeah. Things.)

Freaky Fluff ( you know. Nothing sexual, just good ol' crazy boy loves another boy. Smooch smooch.)

Anyway.

Woah! So many Lovley comments! . And someone even talked about me and J.R.R Tolkien! J.R.R Tolkien, of all people!

Heh. I do not even come close to the level of greatness/money-ness as Tolkien, but the reveiw none the less made me nearly pass out in surpreme...something. Something good. Well, I have very little inspiration, but I'll do my best to type up something nifty and post it. Wish meh luck!

Disclaimer- I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of its characters and stuff. Just this incredibly overused, icky-ily humored like a 3 year old's laughs and...stuff.Yeah. Octopi.

Enjoy.Pleash?

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Closing my eyes, I breathed in and out. Fast. My lungs had given me enough slack to let me be all girly and dramatic in the bathroom, but now, now they were saying something like, ' I need some air, muthafucka.' Because my lungs speak ebonics. And now, I was panting like a dog, cold as a naked preteen eskimo boy locked out of his...igloo...and still managing to have my cheeks feel like freaking..charcoal or something with Riku holding my hand.

Which, now, was beginning to hurt so bad that I swear, it got infected with like, mini...hepititis asteroids that were crashing into my white blood cells and gang-banging my...not...white...cells. Yeah. It felt like there was some sort of Neo Nazi society...boot camp wedged inbetween my knuckles.

So as you can see, now, since i'm using that awful word so much, that alot of stuff is happening. Now.

People stared at me as we strolled down the halls. I was dripping all over. ( okay. That sounds fun. ) I have no idea what my face looked like. Probably bad.

Riky was holding me around the wrist, to make sure I didn't run away or something. ...Why would I run away? Riku didn't trust me. My Nazi-camp kept brushing against his hand, which sort of hurt, but Riku had cold hands, so it was kind of nice. Like an ice pack.

Man, I was so embarrassed. Like, embarrassed to the max. Riku probably thought I was a wuss or something, getting my ass kicked and not being able to defend myself or anything. I would take karate lessons, if it weren't so high school cliche. I tried to do that once in 6th grade, ya know. But when we had to do that one on one test, I freaked out because my opponent was this big fat kid with a shaved head. I would have thought him a Nazi, if I hadn't been a stupid little 6th grader. He couldn't even be considered an opponent. I was a brown belt, and I don't even remember what thats ranking, but I think it was...bad. Maybe good. No, it was probably bad. Seriously, noone likes brown.

I blinked a few times as I realized that Riku was pulling me right out the front doors. Sora Defence System Acti-vay-ted. Ohho, you thought it was gone? Its never gone.

" Riku..." I whispered, trying to stop with my heels, but the freaking...tug boat just kept on tugging. " Riku! Stop! We'll get it trouble!"

I started to pull away, and it really hurt, like I was tearing open my hand. But seriously, do you know how bad it would be for the principal or something to find two boys strolling out of school, one wet and beaten up, the other...Riku-ed up. Huh? It would be bad.

My hand suddenly slipped from Riku's, and I fell butt down on the floor. Riku stopped, and for a minute, I thought he was going to turn on me and get all 'ROAR'. But he didn't. Instead, he looked at his hand, which was all red and slimey. What? Oh shit, it was my blood. The best kind of lubricant. ...Ew, okay, that sounded funny. Eheh.

Then, he looked at me. " You don't have HIV or anything, do you?"

"Maybe," I whimpered, both at my hand and butt. I swear, it was broken. My butt I mean. My hand was just ripped open.

I don't have HIV.

Riku laughed a bit then, and I felt better. It was like being a dog or something, with my tail between my legs, wondering if he was going to be angry or brush it off.

I'm glad I didn't have one because then Riku would be looking at me like, 'wtf', and he would stop being my bestest friend.

"Look, would you rather just stick around in that bathroom? Or go back to class?" No. He rolled his eyes.

" Then just trust me, Sora. Geez."

Then he reached out a hand to help me up, but I just stared at it.

Because it was icky and had blood all over it. He looked at it too, and then whiped it off on his pants leg, and this time grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up. It didn't hurt like it should. It made me think of those metal pillars you see being carried around on the giant leather straps in construction sites. Wait, never use that kind of metaphor for people. Its creepy.

I blinked a few times because when Riku opened the doors, the polluted sun rays were all, shining in my eyes. I hadn't realized how messed up they were, until now, there were little red splotches on my vision and they were all wet and puffy. This happens alot, except for the whole red spots. Wakka and his gang must have really whaled on me. Aha, whales. MOBY DICK! Besides, I don't really go outside that often after I just got the shit beat out of me. The sun burns me. Buuuuurns.

I reached up with my non-deadish hand and whiped at my eyes. I guess I was a bit disapointed Riku wasn't holding my hand anymore, but I couldn't blame the poor fell-oh. I, if I was Riku, wouldn't want to get my blood all over my hands. I mean, Sora's blood all over my hands. Rikus hands. Riku wouldn't want to get Sora's blood all over his hands. In theory.

Still, I had lost my freaking icepack.

Owner of said icepack pulled me around to the side of the school, next to the Cafiteria, where there were trees and rusty old benches. We stopped walking and Riku motioned for me to sit down. I complied, like the little complier I am.

" Stay here. " Then he just walked off. Pfft, lookit Mr.Svelt...Cool Pants.

The bench was really creaky, and was covered with black marker and carvings. I leaned back a bit and turned my head to get a good veiw. I wasn't going to touch the thing with either of my hands, so I tried to stay in balance. The damn things so abused and battered, I swear it was going to break. Or maybe I'm just fat. I don't think so, though, because these same benches have been here for over 6 years. I know because when I was in Middle School I would walk by there on my way home. All the stupid big kids would laugh and say things my little preteen mind couldn't comprehend. But ha, i'm a big kid now, too, so there. Too bad I can't even remember what they would say. Probably dirty shit, trying to warp my precious innocent mind. Fucking Assholes.

Someone had drawn a heart in orange colored pencil, and wrote, Theressa+Jim inside it. Its sorta dumb, if you think about it, because Theressa seems like such a nice, exotic name, and Jim is all boring and icky. I started to think about it. I mean, not just any parent names their kid Theressa. So many parents are uncreative now adays, ya know? I bet Theressas like, Hindu or something. Jims probably some stupid little Catholic kid with greasy black hair and pimple scars. I bet Theressa wears blue mascara, and is a vegetarian. It just seems like it so much. Then, someone had wrote in purple crayon, 'May God Be With You', which made me laugh. I mean, when you beleive in god, isn't he EVERYWHERE? Like, even your shower? Eeheh. So how can he not be with you? Also, isn't vandalism supposed to be bad?

Above that, in black, someone wrote, ' FUCK'. What is this, grade school?

Apparently, because carved in one of the corners was ' Tedus is a fag '.

This made me feel really sad all of the sudden. Not only were they insulting Tidus, they didn't even have the freaking decency to spell his name right. Why would someone do that, anyway? Suddenly, I really wished Tidus was here. I started thinking about Riku and Tidus and me being one of those 'Three Best Friend' things. And then, we'd go to the movies and arcade and stuff, and when one of our parents dies, one will be all supportive and caring, and the other will be all akward and feel really bad. Not because he did it. Um. Because he didn't do it. And just didn't know what to say.

Funny, I kept thinking about Riku being the one whose parents died. I wonder what Rikus parents look like. Furthermore, what do you say to someone whose parent just died? I don't understand when people say, 'sorry', because thats just really...un-excessive...and even worse when they say 'sorry to hear,' because thats like saying, ' why the hell did you have to go and tell me?'

I tried to rub it out, but my valor and vengeance on behalf of my would be second best friend surging through my palm wasn't enough to erase the damn thing. Mostly because it was carved in there. I looked around for a pen or sharp stick or something, but I didn't have one. Pff, some student I am. So I started really feeling like crap. It wasn't even so much that I had several bruised lumps on my skull, possibly a broken rib, and a warped hand, but just because of the fact I couldn't defend myself. I couldn't do anything, not even erase ' Tedus is a fag ' off some bench.

Eventually I just felt so ashamed at my powerlessness, so I just turned away from it. The sky was really...blue I remember. I don't know why, but it just stuck in my mind. It wasn't baby blue, or navy blue, it was sort of, inbetween, like the color of a energy drink or slushie or something. And I started thinking about how they should really make a blue flavored slushie, even though thats kind of a color. Maybe blue rasberry. There was this little breeze, but it wasn't anything special. I'm not going to be all cliche and gross like those emo kids do, where they talk about how the worlds 'too happy' or the day is 'too happy', and how they feel like shit and it's like ' the sky is mockng' them. Shut up, the sky can't mock you. Its the sky. Not some carny at the fair who makes fun of you because you can't bumper car worth shit. I mean, really, its not my freaking fault the thing was so hard to steer! Someone should oil them, maybe.

I started wondering where the heck Riku went. What if he just left? He probably hates me, because I got beat up. He probably think i'm a wuss, I was thinking, because I can't insult worth crap, I can't defend myself in a bathroom against 5 soccer players, and I can't lie properly when my bestest friend in the whole world catches me bleeding and crying. Man, did I feel like crap. I was thinking about how I'd probably be out here for an hour, then go back in, and Riku would be hanging out with Wakka and Kairi and they'd all laugh in my face because I sat outside of school for an hour looking like I'd just gotten beaten up by 5 soccer players. Because I did. Well, 4 actually, because Keepa just stood at the door. And then I'd be all, boohoo, and then i'd go running down the hall crying like a little girl, and Tidus would trip me and tell me I'm an idiot and that he hates me, and then Sephiroth would give me detention for ditching school for an hour. And then I'd try to ditch detention, but couldn't because Sephiroth would be there in person, staring me down with that...stare...of his, and my mom would kick my ass and yell for being late, and then throw my SNES(1) out the window.

And then I would kill myself.

So, I started thinking about how I would go to the school, and be all up on the roof with a bungie cord, because I'm not going to be stupid and go all trigger happy on the rest of the school. Pfff, let them live for all I care. And then everyone would crowd around the school, and the news and police would come, and try to get up on the roof to negotiate me into living. And I'd just be all, nonchalant, and stare into the crowd at Riku, who would be scowling, and not caring. Probably laughing at me and my girly antics. And then I'd be all apathetic right back at him, but deep down my heart would break. Um, Tidus would be crying. And Wakka would faint. Wuss. But then, when the police started inching forward to tackle me, like you know they do, I give them the finger and jump off the roof, and probably land on someones car. I hope its someone I don't like's car, so that way they have to fix the huge dent and clean up all my guts and brain matter. Maybe my moms, because she'd jump at the excuse to take off of work, and then she'd drive there and pretend to cry to get on TV, and then, I'd go SMASH onto her stupid SUV. And she'd curse and flip out and everyone would see the Mom of Sora: Bitch Within.(2) Ahahahaha. These things all seem to end with me giving the police the finger and then offing myself, or me revealing my moms true demonic antics to the media. This one has both, so it's twice as cool. So, Im thinking about how cool that would be, but then I think, what if nobody notices me on the roof? So I'm just sitting there, like an idiot, and nobodys smart or bored enough to look at the roof, so I just sit there and die of starvation. Which is so, not cool.

Damn.

Damn.

Damn, where the hell was Riku? I'm so impatient. I looked around abit, to see if there was anything written on any benches about me. I don't know why, but I expected there to be some big blue crayon heart with my name or something in it. And somebody elses name. But there wasn't. There wasn't anything written.

But there was this homeless guy. He was wrapped up in a tattered brown blanket, laying down on one of the benche's...bench. Seat. He had his back to me, and I could see he had long, stringy hair in different shades of gray. His neck was all sunburnish, on the back of his neck, as far as I could tell, like a patato thats been sitting in boiling water for 17 minutes for something. Damn, a soft, boiled patato sounds really nice right now. I wish I had some eggnog. They never give insane people eggnog. ...'insane'.

They never give 'insane' people eggnog.

As soon as I get out of here, I'm going to get some eggnog.

Looking at that homeless guy, I felt alot better. I don't know. Maybe I couldn't get 'Tedus is a fag' off benches, or defend myself from rabid soccer players, but at least I wasn't homeless or sunburned. Really, I wonder what his life story is. How did he become homeless? Did he drop out of highschool? Were his parents killed in some freak accident, and tormented and scared, he ran away from society, refusing to be sentenced to life in an orphanage? Maybe he just never bothered to get a job. I don't know, I'd ask him. I also wanted to say thank you maybe, but that would probably confuse him. Then I'd have to explain how he made me feel better, but that would take too long and would be embarrassing. He might just ignore me.Or steal my wallet. I would've done that, but I guess I was scared. And really tired. I turned around in the seat, and leaned over, putting my forhead on the table. I had my arms hanging limp in the space inbetween the bench and table, and my hand had let a steady stream of blood flow down my fingers and was dripping on the grass. Around the wound, it was sort of beginning to clot, and the un-torn skin was bruising. I could see the inside of the wound was sort of orangeish red. Deeper, it was just alot of blood. Maybe a bone or something. I couldn't see my bone, but I think if I washed my hand I could. Seriously, it was some gross crap. I would've been nausous if I wasn't so tired.

I think being a hobo would be funner than being homeless. Because as a hobo, your not homeless, the world is your home. You get to carry a stick with your belongings tied in a bandanna and stuff. And sleep on train cars. I think it would be fun. I'd like to do it, maybe, but then I'd be giving up alot of things. Like, my SNES. Or toaster pastries. Or most of all, the people at my school that I actually like. So instead of getting up and running off to become a hobo, I just watched my red blood dripping on the ants and stuff. They just kept marching in a line, with crumbs and stuff, despite my blood, ya know, falling out of the sky and drowning them and crushing them with the pressure. They just kept marching.

I don't know, I guess I closed my eyes and was ready to go to sleep. I was about to, I think, but I don't even remember closing my eyes. I was just really,really tired, I think is all.

I had a dream, then.

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"...and?" you urge.

"...I...I..."

" Yes?"

" Sora, I can't read your mind."

Then he turns his head towards you, and his blue eyes are shining bright in the dim room, a rarity. You try to look through that cloud, try to see what hes feeling, thinking, but his eyes are more like a painted faces'. They have nothing but the artists' intention. Sora opens his mouth, then pauses, as if changing his mind, closes it again, and then opens it again.

" I know that."

And suddenly, you feel like apologizing. And you can't even lie about it, because you do. He just seems so appalled, as though you had accused him of killing his own mother or something. But before you can apologize, he continues.

" I think I can read yours though."

Do you know how to respond?

You may have gotten used to the monotonous nurses, or the white of the walls, or all of the people you see on your business, but Sora was...too unpredictable. You never were correct with any of your assumptions or predictions in the past on this boy, and the thought irritated you. Wasn't foresight supposed to be part of your job? You want to say 'what', or maybe laugh (though that might be assumed as highly inappropriate), but the kid just keeps talking. This is the most he's probably ever said directly to you since the first day.

" Your thinking...of who I am. You keep trying to define me. Take in my personality as a whole. Everybody does that, but mostly to themselves. But since i'm crazy, you try to fit me into a little cateogory. I don't even mean social steriotypes, since your already convinced of mine. I mean your trying to figure out how I tick. Why I tick. "

" Sora I-"

" ALL of you keep trying to put me into a leading line for your little personal newspaper articles. Summary my soul into a 7 word sentence. I never do that to you. So why do you do it to me? Unfair, unfair, unfair..."

He sounds upset.

" Don't you remember what that poem guy say? That poet? Don't try to measure oneself...for the...human soul is...deeper than the ocean or the bottomless depths or something. I can't think of it. What was his name?...It was...it was..."

" Sora...its okay. "

"I can't remember."

"Calm down."

Silence. Good, you inhale. Composure, now.

" You said you were 'crazy'. But around the time when we first met, you told me you were perfectly sane, and accused?"

" I am. Sane. Im not...insane. I'm just...crazy. I told you I wasn't insane. "

" You said crazy."

"...I meant insane."

He seems embarrassed now. The poor boy looks towards the ceiling again, and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. The blue color was beginning to stand out too much, and you wonder if he's going to sleep.

"...Sora?"

When he does open his eyes, they're red. And your surprised again. Sora looks like he's about to cry.

"...Sora?"

He doesn't look at you, and just turns his head to the side, facing away. He shifts underneath the restraints. You consider loosening them, but still remember what the nurse told you. ' Don't unstrap him'. And she had called him a twerp. The topic of why he was strapped in the first place freshened in your mind. You put your hand on Sora's arm, and he was cold and stiff.

" Sora. Why did they strap you to the table?"

" Just shut up," he snaps, " I don't want to hear you talk anymore."

" Are you tired of my visits?" Maybe he was. Maybe you were asking just for the courtesy of it, but even if he was, these were not optional.

" No." That was one fish in the bucket.

" Would you perfer if I listened quietly?" The question is important to you, because you want Sora to feel comfortable, don't you? Since the story had begun, you didn't know whether to interject or just wait until he finished. But Sora always had afterthoughts it seemed. You wondered why he wanted you to know them.

" No. I like to hear you talk. Its better than the buzzing. I just don't like what you say."

" Buzzing?"

" I just don't like what you say." He repeats.

And then he's quiet. You wait a while, and then look at your watch. You have another appointment in 15 minutes. You've been here around over a half an hour, and your suprised that the nurse hasn't come pounding at the door yet. You wonder how much more Sora will last before he decides he doesn't want to talk anymore. You hope he doesn't have a grudge towards you, because that complicates things. Its happened in the past.

"... Im not telling you about the dream because it's stupid. I don't even like Greek mythology. "

He sounds so angry, at himself or you, you can't figure out. Maybe something else. The comment on Greek mythology seemed so random.

And the nurse is at the door, pounding.

" I have to go now Sora."

And you stand up. He keeps his face turned towards the wall. You stay quiet, and look at him a bit more. You had time tommorow. You could fit another visit into your schedule. Now she's pounding more, impatient.

Pound Pound pound.

" I'll see if I have time tommorow. Then you can tell me if Riku came back." You offer this with some hope of getting off the dream subject.

Pound Pound Pound.

You'd think about that later.

" He did." Pound Pound Pound.

And you smile.

Pound pound pound. You sigh and turn towards the door, and through the smudged glass the woman is looking at you furiously, as though you had just yelled at her to 'fucking stop pounding the door'. Of course, you didn't.

She opens the door quickly, and tries to pull you out. You turn back, and Sora's lifted up his head to stare at you. His face is all red, like he's been crying. Or maybe he's just blushing. Hes pulling against his straps.

" Tell them I have to go to the bathroom. "

No, he is deffinatley blushing. And the nurse ushers you out of the entryway, and slams the steel door shut.

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(1) I donot own this. Seriously. I shall mourn this everyday, until I DIE. How could you, mum?

(2) I did NOT just make a Prince of Persia joke. Tell me I didn't.

I hope you guys liked this chapter. I hope the last part didn't suck too bad. I was having trouble with the 'you' stuff, and I was rushing to get this out. I've already started the next chapter, and am inspirationous (Is that a word?).

So please, you know what to do, loves. :)