disclaimer: i don't own KH. kthx.

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l e a n on me

a chapter fic by

disposable o v e n

"Hey, Roxas."

The blonde looked up from his lunch, his bangs hanging in front of his blue eyes. He smiled, and cleared his throat.

"Yuffs."

"So, don't you think it's time you told Kairi about..." I trailed off, and unable to keep a straight face, I started giggling.

"Um. What are you talking about?"

"Don't you like her? I've seen the way you look at her."

"No. The way I look at her is negatively. She dresses so. Ugh. It disgusts me, okay?"

"Okay, okay!" I exclaimed, holding my hands out in front of my face defensively.

There was a moment of silence.

"So, um. Who do you like?" I asked sweetly.

Roxas started to stutter.

"HEY GUYS!" Sora yelled, as if meaning to interrupt. He slumped down in the seat next to me, chin in his palm.

I noticed, when I looked over, he was glaring.

At Roxas.

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"What the hell is your problem?" Sora questioned me as I stormed in front of him down our street.

"My problem? What's yours? you were being a total jackass to Roxas at lunch, as well as everyone else who has talked to me today. Why, Sora?"

"I-I don't... I mean-"

"Don't even try saying something cute to cover up the incident, that's getting so old, it's not funny." I seethed.

"I'm sorry, okay? I get jealous when others talk to my friends... I mean, you're one of the only real friends that I've ever had! Everyone else just blows me off like some psycho or something, and they get the impression I'm a ass before they even talk to me!"

I stopped in my tracks, head hanging.

"No shit."

I whipped my head around, and started walking quickly toward my house again.

"Yuffie, don't you ever get the feeling of what it would be like if one day, you didn't wake up? How you wonder if anyone would even give a damn?"

I gulped, and nodded. Even though I was a very peppy kind of girl, I still had my down points.

PMS.

Yeah. You get the picture.

"Aren't we too young to die already?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"That's how I feel like every morning, every night, and almost every time I'm with you. You never really have given me a chance. You judged me as some punk the first second you saw me in that mail room, just because I was throwing clothespins into my father's mailbox. I was having fun, okay?"

"Oh, so now it's my fault? I'm the ass?" I screamed, clenching my fists around my messenger bag strap.

Sora didn't reply.

I bit my bottom lip, and shook my head. As I was opening the front gate to my house, I heard Sora from across the street.

"Little do you know, I'm one of the few young people in the world that may just not wake up the next day, or pass out and not come back conscious. Any day. Sometimes, I'm thankful." He shouted, before slamming his door behind him.

As I walked into my house and lightly clicked the door shut behind me...

I slid down the door, and sat down, crying like a baby.

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After the argument that Sora and I had earlier, I didn't think he'd step within ten feet of me.

But this? He was sitting on my roof with me, like nothing happened.

"Sora, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah."

Silence.

"Why are you such an asshole?"

He smiled at me, scratching the back of his neck.

"I thought I'd explained that to you a while ago."

I glared at him. "No, really. Tell me the real reason. I know it's not because you want to fit in. I mean. Why can't you just be nice to me in private?"

"Yeah, and what else do you want me to do? Just stand up on top of your roof, this exact second, and yell 'I'm a sissy-boy!' ?" Sora muttered.

"Hey, if you're nice, that doesn't make you a sissy. Take Roxas for example. He's no pigtail-puller." I retorted.

"Nope. Sissy. Can't even tell the girl he likes how he really feels about her." He looked at me, a tinge of something visible within his eyes.

"And um. You have?" I questioned Sora, glaring at him again.

He gave me an intense look, and cracked a smile. "You know, Yuffs, you're actually right for once."

I noticed that for the next five minutes of silence, every time I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, he was looking at me.

Did I do anything?

Of course not.

Why?

Because I'm a jackass, thats why. Stop questioning me.

About several more minutes of silence, I turned to face Sora again.

"Why are you acting like nothing happened earlier?" I asked.

"What's gone has passed, right?"

"No. You still haven't even touched upon the subject of how you can die any second. Why, Sora? Tell me."

I realised I was being a total bitch.

"...Sorry." I whispered.

Sora's hand clenched next to mine, and he swallowed hard.

"It's just an uh. A difficulty that impacts the way I live. I don't like bringing it up."

"...Sorry."

"Listen, about earlier, I overreacted. I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. I wasn't aiming for that at all. I was going to try to cheer you up, but I think if I tried, you would of slapped me." Sora said, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

I looked at Sora. "Yeah, i was being a total bitch. I'm sor-"

As I was talking, I saw his facial expression turn to one of confusion, then to realization, within two seconds.

And he cut me off, by leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine.

It was a short kiss, he never even locked his lips around mine, just planted them on my own as some sort of distraction as to shut me up.

Obviously, it worked.

He pulled back after maybe about two seconds, looking down. We remained like that: My eyes widened, lips slightly parted. His head down. It was this way for what seemed like hours on end, when it was only about three minutes.

For a second there, I thought he'd fallen asleep. But then he raised his head, his cobalt blues piercing into my own chocolate browns.

That smile, I swear.

Sodarncute.

"Please, for my sanity's sake, stop saying sorry."

I nodded sliently, with a small smile of my own.

Realization hit me.

Yuffie, you need a super-gigantic band-aid? Because you must have hit your head or something.

You can't like Sora!

You'll never like Sora.

I don't.

...I think I love him.

Funny how a love/hate relationship works, huh?

Shut up, conscience.

"I'd um. Better get going." Sora said, starting to stand.

I wouldn't let him. I grabbed his hand, pulling him down to a sitting position again.

Let me tell you. Realization hits like a firecracker in the face.

I must have looked like a deer in headlights, judging by how I could tell how I was acting.

I still did it though.

I gave a small smiled, looked down, placed my right hand on his, and tilted my head to the side. I was smiling.

The tinge of playfulness evaporated from Sora's eyes as they darkened, meeting mine. He parted his lips some, and leaned forward.

Click.

Like pieces of a puzzle, we fit together. His palms dug into mine, as he pushed me back into the slope of my roof. Our free fingers interlaced, and soon enough, Sora was practically lying on top of me, kissing me like he would never have the chance to do so again.

His peach colored lips coaxed my own open, and I felt his warm breath evade into my own mouth. His tongue poked through, brushing against mine. My heart was threatening to combust; I thought it to be impossible to not have already.

I never knew you could hate someone one day, then be head-over-heels in love with everything about them the next day.

Especially that kissing. Day-um.

After a few more minutes of making out heavily on the roof, Sora pulled away, looking at me in a way I had only seen every once in a while.

We rested our heads back against the slope of the roof, looking at the movie playing at the drive-in.

Same old thing, right?

Yeah, but this time, the only difference was that instead of sitting a couple feet away from eachother, we were only a few inches apart, fingers interlaced with eachothers'.

Yuffie-the-nin-JERR in love?

Give me a break.

...Gawd, help me.

A/N: Eheh. Keep in mind, this isn't going at a too-fast kinda rate, each chapter is set weeks after the other. And each break is at least a day from the last one. Yeah. Hope you guys are satisfied after my long absence. x)

exOH; dO