(Tyson has become Roxas because apparently that's his "real" name. Frankly, I thought Tyson sounded much better….more macho….maybe that's because I know a girl named roxas…well wutever)
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Namine's POV
"Nami…….Nami……Nami!" an annoying voice whispered in my ear. I rolled over impatiently, batting a hand at the offender. "I know you're awake." Came a deep voice right next to my ear.
"WAH!" I sat up quickly in surprise. I looked up to see an irritated looking Riku standing there, in a tight black shirt and fitted black pants that were equipped with a series of chunky black belts, one that had a long sheath hanging from it.
"What are you wearing," I asked, while sitting up in bed. Riku looked down at his attire. "We're fighting today. Training. So get your ass outta bed and downstairs in 5 minutes ok? And bring your weapons." With that he walked out of the room, and slammed the door behind him.
It had been a week since my mishap at work, and the day Riku actually showed compassion. By the next day he was back to his stiff old self, and seemed even darker than before. It was as though all his cockiness and annoying traits had disappeared. With a sigh, I stumbled out of bed, and grabbed a black tank top and ripped jean shorts, with my trademark black spandex underneath them. I pulled my hair into a sloppy ponytail, and slipped on my clunky cargo boots, dashing out the door.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs of our "house", I found Roxas, Riku, and Zexion waiting for me. Riku looked mildly irritated, and Tidus was bouncing on the balls of his feet impatiently, while Zexion stared off into space. Sheesh, what a weirdo.
"Finally ready?" Riku asked impatiently. I glared at him, "Yeah."
We went to the roof of the clocktower, where there was a huge open space, perfect for fighting. Roxas pulled out his long keyblade, and inspected it carefully. Riku sat on the edge of the roof, and suddenly I had an urge to push him over the edge. He could fly anyway.
"Ok Nami, me and Roxas are gonna fight first, and you can just….watch," Riku said idly while his keyblade appeared in his hand. "What!" I exclaimed, "Why did you drag me out of bed to watch you fight?"
"You'll get your turn. Sheesh," Riku snapped while turning away from me. I pouted angrily and Roxas smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he grinned, and faced Riku.
They both got into their stances, Riku standing catlike, with slow smooth movements, and Roxas bent at the knees, hopping slightly with anticipation. Suddenly Riku launched into action, throwing himself at Roxas. Roxas blocked him easily, and swung his keyblade quickly, catching Riku in the knees. Good ole Riku, though, jumped the attack easily, and rebounded, smacking Roxas in the shoulder. Roxas barely seemed to notice as he swung back quickly.
They continued like this for a while, neither gaining any ground aside from a few hits here and there. I watched in interest as Riku moved with such grace and speed. He was defiantly dangerous to someone who did not have quick reflexes. I glanced over at Zexion to see him examining his fingernails boredly. I slid along the wall towards him and he glanced up though his blue and black hair.
"How long do they keep this up?" I asked boredly. Zexion sighed. "Well, until one of us tells them to stop I suppose. They are so closely matched that neither ever wins."
"Well great." I said. Zexion glanced over at me, and then went back to examining his fingernails. My stomach grumbled, and I blushed. Zexion didn't seem to notice. God, what a stiff. I went back to watching Riku and Roxas, and finally, unable to take it anymore, I silently manipulated Roxas' keyblade, making it swing slightly out of his control. Of course, he didn't know what was going on, and just continued to swing. Riku let out one more huge swing, and Roxas' keyblade flew across the roof, with my magic help of course. I grinned. My turn.
"Well that took long enough," I said looking at the pair. Roxas was glaring at his keyblade, and Riku was bent over, panting.
"So who am I against?" I asked enthusiastically. "Roxas," Riku said immediately. Roxas stood up and looked at him incredulously. "What! We always shave winner do the next match! I'm tired!" he wined.
"Yeah Riku. Are you scared to face me or something?" I asked playfully. Riku glared at me, then sighed. "Fine."
I mentally cheered as I took my position in front of Riku, pulling out my own silver keyblade. It was long and light, and deadly. I prized it more than my own head. Well….maybe not. Whatever.
Riku looked the definition of calm. He stood in that same catlike position, his eyes searching mine for any sign of change. I stared at him right back, before flinching slightly, on purpose of course. Riku launched, his keyblade raised high above his head. I blocked it quickly, and spun myself around him, and swiping my keyblade at his ankles. He jumped it without even looking, and swung again.
I backed up, blocking each attack smoothly, until I felt the wind sweeping by the edge of the building. I quickly attacked back, sick of Riku's command. He blocked it easily, and keeping my keyblade against his, I used the momentum to flip up into the air, and over his head, swiftly pinning him to the edge of the building.
Anyone else in this situation would have been stuck, but stupid Riku stopped my blade in the nick of time, and slid underneath it, and spun around me. I turned quickly, and brought my keyblade in an upward blow. He jumped to the side, and swung sideways. I blocked it easily, and stepped back. We both squared, breathing hard, and stepped carefully. I could see the sweat forming on Riku's brow, and his chest rising slightly. I too was panting.
Suddenly Riku curled up, and sprung at me. I jumped up, and landed on the other side of him. He turned quickly, swinging madly. I stopped the attack, bringing our bodies together, so our noses were barely and inch apart. Smirking slightly, I slid my foot between his legs, and flicked my wrist, so that my keyblade turned his, and transferred his weight onto the foot that my foot had easily trapped, causing him to fall to the ground. He rebounded quickly, and just as I had raised my arm in attack, he stopped it with his hand, and brought his keyblade up to my neck. He smirked at me, but his smirk quickly turned to a frown, as he felt the cool blade of my knife up to his own neck.
"Well, I guess we both win," I murmured quietly, and Riku glared, stepping away from me quickly. He walked to the edge of the building, and began climbing down the tower. Roxas glanced at me, and then at Riku, uncertain. I felt anger boiling in me…what a prick! He gets all pissed when I show that I'm just as a good a fighter as him.
"Why are you such an asshole!" I asked angrily as I peered over the edge of the building at him. Riku looked up, silver hair blowing in the wind. He scowled at me, but continued his decent.
"You're so full of yourself. You can't even accept that I might possibly be just as good a fighter as you!" With that Riku stopped climbing, his shoulders visibly tightening. "You are NOT as good a fighter as me. Don't let it get to your head," he said arrogantly. My faced boiled with anger, and I quickly climbed onto the ladder, and jumped down four rings at a time. When my foot reached Riku's pretty little head, I bent over so my face was close to his, level with my foot.
"Maybe if your head wasn't so full of shit and cockiness, you would have beat me. Admit it, you just can't loose to anybody. That's why I hate you."
With that I swung around him on the ladder, grabbing it below him, and continued climbing down. When I reached the bottom, I took off down the busy street, not looking back. I heard Riku drop to the ground behind me, but did not look back. I turned down towards the market, in the opposite direction of our house, and walked down the street idly. I went into a small café, and got some coffee, sitting in the booth alone, staring out the window, for about a few hours. What can I say, I needed some alone time. Finally the guy kicked me out around twilight, so I began walking towards the club, to start my stupid shift.
As I walked into the back door, my boss, Reno, came running up, his flame red hair spilling out of his ponytail, and his shirt stained with beer. "Namine! Thank god you're here. We are short dancers, you can dance right? Ok great." He said before I could protest and dashed away. Dance? DANCE? Are you SERIOUS! I mean I can dance, but give me a break. I did not get a job here to be some bar slut. Sighing, I walked into the back room where the dancers got changed. Whatever I have to do to get money. God, I hope nobody sees me that I know.
"Tifa, where is my shirt?" "Quistis! I need your help with my zipper!" There was utter chaos in the back room; girls running here and there, throwing clothes around, and pulling on shoes. They all froze when I walked in the door, and I shifted uncomfortably. There were about four girls, and they were all wearing a tight red shirt with a plunging neckline, and a pair of black shorts that were reallyyyyyy short. Great.
"Nami! Is it almost time for us to go out?" Tifa, a pretty girl with dark hair asked, while pulling her hair into a bun.
"Well…you have a few minutes. Reno told me that I needed to fill in?" I said slowly. Quistis, a blonde girl, jumped up. "Great! You will be better than Selphie! Here, this is her costume. She's a bit bigger than you, but it will probably fit fine." I looked at the tiny uniform, and with a shrug, I stripped down to my bra and panties and pulled it on. Well, if Selphie was bigger than me, how the hell did she get into this thing? It was so tight that you could see the outline of my bellybutton through the shirt, and every definition of muscle in my thin legs.
Tifa laughed at my surprised look. "You look like a babe. Don't worry about it. Here, let me get some makeup on you."
Within minutes, we all clambered out of the cramped room, and out into the club. We separated and went to tables. I took the orders of many different men, from the single bimbos, to the hot, taken guys with jealous girlfriends.
"Hey babe, you like pretty damn sexy," One guy said as I wrote down his order. I flashed him a sarcastic smile, and disappeared into the crowd. This is exactly why I try to stay behind the bar.
By 12 the place was packed. I had to slide between grinding couples and drunken fools to each table, and the air was thick with sweat and alcohol. Suddenly I felt an arm tug me into the crush of people. I looked up to Riku, whose silver hair fell in front of his glowing green eyes. Damn. He's hot. NO! I glared, fighting the urge to blush, as he bent down to my ear.
"You look hottttt," he whispered, his lips barely tracing my ear. I shuddered, and pulled away disgusted.
"And you look, and smell drunk. Leave me alone." I walked away quickly, leaving Riku to the onslaught of hopeful looking sluts that had surrounded him. The intensity in the club picked up as more people began getting tipsy from their drinks, and I stood behind the counter for a few minutes, sipping water. I watched the packed dance floor, and could make out Riku's silver hair, and watched angrily as he grinded with a slutty looking chick with black hair. He continued to dance with many different girls, and consumed drinks that were brought to him at top speed. I frowned in disgust. He looked like a cheap man whore. Well, maybe not cheap.
Slowly the club began to filter out, until only about 30 people remained, and Riku ambled over to the bar. He signaled to me, and I brought him a water. He took a sip, and swallowed heavily, and looked at me through lazy eyes.
"Get me a beer. In a pla—stic cup," he said, putting emphasis on the syllables of plastic. I glared at him, and filled a cup with beer, and slid it across the bar to him. He downed it quickly, and symboled for another one. I snatched the glass, and filled it again, slamming onto the bar in front of him.
"Thanks' babe," he slurred, downing the glass. Tifa looked at me and sighed. To her, he was just another stupid drunk. I slid over to her.
"Can you take him for a sec. I need a little break," I said quietly. "Sure," she smiled, and walked over to Riku. I slipped into the back of the bar, and slid down against the wall. What a prick. I knew Riku was irresponsible sometimes, but this was ridiculous. He was drinking himself dry. I hate him. God.
I walked back out to the bar, and Riku looked up through his bangs. "Nami! I…I..I'm sorry. I'm stupid. You. You are a gooooooooooood fighter," he said pathetically, while waving his arms around. I glared at him.
"No you're not. You're drunk idiot. Just leave me alone," I snapped, turning away from him, and moving down the bar. "Nami! I looooove you! Why do you hate me?" he called down the counter. I shook my head and turned to help another customer.
I watched from a distance as Riku downed what must have been his tenth beer, along with who knows what else. He slowly began swaying in his seat. Maybe 2 hours later, when the club was beginning to empty out a bit more, Riku seemed to somber up a little. Suddenly he stood up, and clumsily made his way to the bathroom. Tifa looked at me as I watched him disappear into the men's bathroom.
"Go ahead. Make sure the kid doesn't puke himself to death. While you were gone he told me all about you're little sparring today, and something about you hating him. Just go, Nami," Tifa said. I snorted, but follow Riku anyway.
When I entered the bathroom, I found Riku bent over a toilet, puking his guts out. I scrunched my nose in disgust. I hate when people throw up.
I walked over to him, and bent down, pulling his sweaty hair away from his face. Riku, not even seeming to notice, hurled again, and again, and again. Just when I thought I was going to throw up myself he sat back, grabbing toilet paper to wipe his mouth. Puke was spilled all down his black shirt, and I frowned in disgust. Riku looked up at me sickly, and turned his head away from me.
"You done?" I snapped impatiently.
"Yeah," he said shakily, his voice hoarse. I reached over, and lifting his arms, pulled the gross shirt over his head. I tossed it to the side, and sat down next to him.
"You ready to go home now?" I asked him quietly. I was still seething with anger, but my shift was over, and as much as I wanted to, I wasn't about to leave him here so vulnerable. Riku nodded slightly, and struggled to stand up, but fell over. I sighed, and slung one of his arms around my shoulders, and hoisted him to his feet. We staggered a little, but finally Riku managed to stand upright, a lot of his weight still pressing against me.
His breath smelled gross. Hurriedly, I reached into my pocket, and pulled out a mint that I always kept in there and handed it to him. He muttered a thanks, and popped the mint into his mouth. We slowly made our way out of the bathroom, and into the bar. Tifa looked up, and nodded. I began making my way towards the door, Riku still leaning on me heavily, not speaking. As we made our way out into the cool air, I breathed a sigh of relief. The heavy air of the club was driving me nuts. The streets were deserted, and there was not a big risk of heartless nowadays, since the people had finally realized that if they kept their lights on, they wouldn't come out. We made our way down the street slowly, Riku's breathing matching mine, his footsteps quiet on the pavement.
I suddenly became aware of the closeness of our 2 bodies. Riku's beautiful(I know, I hate him, but it really is!) chest was pressed up against me, his head slightly resting in top of mine. I had my arm around his strong back, gripping his hand that was slung over my shoulder tightly. We continued down the road in silence, before turning down a dark alley. I squinted in the darkness, and suddenly, my foot hit something hard, and I toppled to the ground, with Riku collapsing on top of me. I groaned at his weight, and he rolled off me quickly, before pulling himself up to rest against the wall.
"You okay?" I asked as I sat up, rubbing my shoulder. He nodded, his head back against the cool brick.
"You?" He asked in a still hoarse voice. "Yeah," I said and we sat there. Riku seemed pretty sober by now, and looked pained. His eyes were cleared, and he clenched them tightly together, before rolling over and pucking into a barrel. I crawled over, and pulled his hair back again, and rubbed my cold hand up and down his bare back. He finished, and wiped his mouth, before laying back against the wall, breathing heavily.
"You're pretty stupid." I said quietly, while looking directly into his eyes. He turned away from my stare, looking up at the sky. I pushed myself up against the wall next to him, and pushed his bangs up off his forehead to feel it. He flinched at the touch, and I pulled my hand away, blushing slightly. What is WRONG with me?
"You're hot. We should probably get you back to the house," I said while standing up. I held out my hand and he looked at it, before looking up at me.
"Why?" he asked quietly. I frowned slightly. "Why…are you doing this? You should have just left me there. It would have done me good." I sighed, and sat back down, my back up against the cold wall.
"Because you looked miserable. If you hadn't have gotten sick, I probably would have left you there. Besides, I didn't really want to deal with the wrath of Larxene because I left you behind when you were "vulnerable"," I said, looking at him. HE continued to stare straight ahead, and then lowered his gaze to his hands.
"I'm stupid. And I'm not worth your time." With that he stood up and began wobbling down the alley, stumbling slightly. I glared, and stood up.
"Yeah, you are pretty stupid. But you know what, so is everybody sometimes. And yeah, you aren't really worth my time, with all the shit you do to me, but the fact is, you still are important to me. But if you don't want my help, fine. Keep walking. Walk away like everyone else did before you. I'm pretty used to it."
I turned and walked in the correct direction to the house, as Riku stood still,still facing the wrong way. All my life, I had been asked for help from other people, I had been stepped all over and manipulated, and never ever got the respect I deserved. HE had no idea what it was like. He was stupid. He couldn't even say he was sorry to me, just saying that he wasn't worth my time. Nobody was ever grateful for what I did, and Riku was no exception.
I felt hot tears spill down my cheeks and I angrily wiped them away. I was weak. Crying got me no where. I turned back to see Riku walking down the deserted sidewalk, his head down, hands in his pockets. He had a faint glow around himself, meaning he had cast a cure on himself. Good. HE could get home by himself now.
I took off in a run towards the house, and when I reached it, I slipped inside and snuck up to my room. The entire house was dark for once, it seemed as though everyone had finally decided to go to sleep. I stripped out of my work clothes and into an oversized t-short, and climbed into my bed. Minutes later I heard Riku's door close quietly, and him shuffling around. I had forgotten to close the screen door that connected our two rooms, so I turned in bed to face the wall. Riku paused at the movement, and a second later I heard him slide into his bed. I faced my pillow, and for the first time in a really long time, I sobbed. Not just crying like I did when I found out my whole family had died, I sobbed. I tried to muffle the noise as much as possible, and continued to let the tears flow until I fell asleep.