AHHHHH, MOTHER LEEEIN!

It's been nearly three months since I've updated this thing. :( I'm really sorry guys. I've been freaking busy.

Well, without further blathering, here's the chapter.

Disclaimer: Nope.

Warnings: Some plot revelation. le gasp

Chapter 7: As the first one falls

Sora comes to school looking like his best friend died. Last time I checked, Maleficent is still alive.

At the moment.

Sora attempts to stalk right past me, but I catch him by the shoulder, and pull him beside me. I want to talk to him. I don't know why, but I have this odd feeling like I need him beside me all the time, now.

Weird.

"What's wrong?" I ask. It seems like a good enough question. I don't want to interrogate him, especially when he looks this down. He gives me this sort of lost puppy look, before suddenly becoming interested in his shoes.

"It's… nothing…" he grumbles. It's almost un-hearable. He wanders off down the halls, and I lose sight of him in the gathering crowd. But I do manage to see Maleficent running after him.

Man snatcher.

Wait.

Did I just call her a 'man snatcher'?

I'm going to go soak my head in acid for a while.

Sora wasn't in chemistry. Figures. I knew he would skip. In fact, I didn't see Sora all day. Is something seriously wrong? Am I missing something?

The day passed. No Sora anywhere. But, I did manage to get detention, and I have to hang around the frigging art room to clean up.

Me alone.

Fuck.

I sigh, wandering my way to the supply closet. That's where Mr. Cloud keeps the cleaning supplies. And I can understand why, too. It's freaking huge. Like the size of my room times a hundred and four.

I open the door, and lean against the door frame. The light is on. Odd. Because Mr. Strife was absent all day, and the art room is off-limits for the day. In fact, the entire room was locked.

Like I said. Odd.

I hide behind a stack of paint cans, wondering who the hell is in there. Possibly some students having sex. That would be funny as hell.

"…he just came back. Last night. I wasn't expecting it. I can't believe he's in town, and what's worse, he wants me to see my mother. I almost fucking killed myself the last time I saw her. She hates me so much she loves me…"

Sora.

Sora Sora Sora.

Must… resist… urge… to… squeal…

Okay, so maybe I like Sora a teensy weensy bit. Sheesh.

Wait, 'almost killed myself'?

"You don't have to see her. I mean, if she affects you that badly."

Maleficent.

Grr.

Must… resist… urge… to… kill…

"I know, but I have to. I love my mom. Ansem just makes things worse…"

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't be. It's my entire fault."

"No, it's not, Sora! It's not your fault."

Plut.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

Curse you loose paint falling down on the floor and spilling over the extremely dumpy looking Maleficent. Shit.

"…Riku," says Sora, staring up at me with blank eyes. Maleficent looks down at the canary yellow paint splatters on her faded black sweatshirt and shrugs. "What are… you doing here?"

"Looking for the mop," I say, quite truthfully, actually. Maleficent raises her eyebrows.

"…Really now," she says, looking very skeptical. I nod. She continues to glare at me.

"Um…" says Sora. He can't sense the tension. Get away from him, you evil man snatcher. "You weren't eavesdropping, were you?"

"Yes, I was eavesdropping on you, Sora," I say, obviously lying. "I was eavesdropping because I love you with my hearts content, and that evil man snatcher won't leave you alone."

Maleficent broke out in an evil cackle. "Y-you really are funny, Riku," she giggles, barely able to say the words, "I see why everyone likes you!"

Not really. Not everybody likes him because I'm funny.

"People like him because he's good looking, Maleficent. People are selfish. I like him because he's a good person," says Sora.

Woah.

Read my mind, much.

:D There's another chapter for you.

Urrrgh. It took me forever to write this. I've had a horrible writers block for this story.

Next time:

Riku pays Sora's house another visit! Ansem answers the door!