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Author's Note: I was slightly discouraged last chapter and how many reviews I received. I hope that I'm not making my readers lose interest in my story. I'm going to try to make this as well written and funny as I possibly can. So, sorry if I made you lose interest. To the people that have reviewed and read my story, thank you very much. You inspire me to continue.
Warnings: Strong Language, drugs, and PAINFUL dance moves
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Dance, Dance: Chapter 3
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They had found Riku sitting on the sidewalk about a few blocks away, pouting. A single cigarette hung from his mouth as he slowly puffed out, creating clouds of smoke to rise and disappear. The limo pulled up and Hades opened the door from the inside. His eyes were pure stone as he gazed on the singer with little enthusiasm. With a silent hand motion, the manager signaled for the singer to get into the limo, but Riku wasn't in the mood to be commanded.
"Fuck you!" The silver-haired rocker threw his hands into the air and glared at his boss, his cigarette threatened to fall from his mouth. "Fuck all this shit!"
From within the vehicle, Axel let out a bored sigh. "Do we really have to wait for him? I mean, if he doesn't want to come home-" Then a thought dawned on him. "…then that means that Kairi will be unprotected and-"
Riku saw red at those words, this time the cigarette was disregarded as it fell to the ground, silently. "You touch her in any wrong way and I swear I'll castrate you, playboy." He stood and wiped his hands on his sweatpants. "Just let me walk home."
Hades let out an irritated sigh and stepped out of the car, before the angered singer knew it, he was throw into the car with his body splayed every which way.
The door slammed shut and the limo continued homeward.
"Fuck…" Riku straightened himself out and winced as he cracked his neck. "Didn't have to be so rough, ass!"
Hades ignored the comment and folded his arms to his chest. "Look, kid." He sighed and pinned Riku with his stare. "I like you, I do, but there are some lines that we need to draw to make both of our experiences joyful. Got it?"
Cloud scooted away from the singer as Riku plopped next to him. Clearly, the silver-haired rocker was pissed. "Talk."
Hades felt a smirk stretch onto his visage. "Good, I knew you would see things my way." He crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. "I am your boss. Treat me with respect…or you will see your contract down the drain, we clear pretty boy?"
Riku rolled his eyes and waved it off. "Whatever, are you done?"
Hades shook his head. "No." He uncrossed his arms and clasped his hands together, looking rather business-like. "Sarah or whatever the kid's name is wants you to shape up-" When Riku was about to retort a reply, the band manager held up his hand to silence him. "He also said that if you don't do it will be excruciatingly painful."
"When do I listen to that Brit pussy?" The singer sneered and locked his gaze on his calm manager. "You don't know what Hell he puts me through." He huffed indignantly. "I rather hear Kairi talk about girl shit than dance with that asshole."
Axel decided to voice his own opinion. "Hey now. Leon isn't a walk in the park for us either. He's an ass too."
Zell shrugged his shoulders. "He's not the talkative type…"
Axel had to laugh at this. "He doesn't even speak to us unless it's a command." Then his voice went just a tad higher than normal as if to mock the British dancer. "Bend! Stretch! Flip! Shake your ass! Pull out your-"
Cloud interrupted. When he spoke, his eyes were impassive, but his voice held a tad bit of…well…something Riku had never heard before from the blonde. "He isn't that bad and you know it."
Everyone was silent for about two seconds. Just hearing the blonde speak was rare enough, but to defend someone he hardly knew was even more of a infrequency. The electric guitarist just reverted his gaze away towards the tinted window. He seemed even more stiff than he usually was, which was quite surprising.
What was Cloud hiding?
"Well then…" Hades cleared his throat to break the silence. "You guys must be tired…"
Hades had no idea, but thank God he changed the subject.
Zell stifled his yawn with the palm of his hand. "Yeah, just a little."
Axel chuckled. "For a boxer, you think Zell wouldn't be tired after dancing since he usually uses all his damn energy just trying to kill people."
Zell punched the bass guitarist in the bicep. "Ass, dancing…well…it takes a lot out me and you have no room to talk! You can't even do a split!"
"That doesn't mean anything! I actually have balls unlike you! So I can't do a fucking split. End of story."
"Hey! I do have balls!"
And that was how the ride home was. Lame and noisy. Riku just wanted to fall asleep on the couch or his bed. Damn, when he thought about it…he hadn't been laid in almost a week. Fucking shit…that wasn't good. If Riku didn't get someone to sleep with him…let's just say it wouldn't be pretty.
As each band member filed into the vast house, Kairi greeted them with a cheerful smile. This time, she did not comment on their sluggish moves, but instead helped each band member to the couch for some rest. Riku had to smile at her kindness. She was just like their mother.
His heart suddenly felt heavy. He wouldn't think about her…it wasn't worth it.
"Do you guys want anything to drink?"
And again, that's how the rest of the evening went. Sadly, Riku's thoughts drifted back and forth between his mother and Kairi. Somehow, something didn't seem right with his sister. She acted so…mechanical. It was obviously strange.
Whatever. Riku was probably overanalyzing shit again. His sister was probably fine and just trying to be nice. That was her nature. She had always been that way.
He really did not know how he had gotten into his bed, but then again, being clueless wasn't a rare thing for Riku.
He felt his gaze blur as he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. The darkness surrounding his form was comforting and the mattress underneath him gave his sore muscles just a little piece of heaven. The singer could just feel soft fingertips graze his cheeks before falling asleep.
"Riku…" Kairi's voice was low, more like a soft murmur. Her hand trembled as she withdrew it from her brother's face. She let out a small sigh. "I don't know what to do…"
Only one person heard that true confession that night, but he did not know what he was supposed to do...so he reluctantly tore his gaze from the room and headed to bed, where he would be haunted all night by dreams of the past.
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By the time Leon and Sora arrived from the dance studio to their small house by the beach, the moon was shining above them. Since Leon liked to make sure everything was in place for the next day, it usually took a little longer to get out of the studio. The smaller brunette sighed and let his mind wander back and forth between random subjects.
Until his thoughts landed on Riku.
The bastard had the nerve to treat him like that. Bloody Hell! Sora was usually very optimistic and fun to be around with, but the singer just brought the bad side of the brunette out. He just wanted to get home and relax. Maybe tomorrow would be better, since Riku wasn't going to be at the studio.
Every two days was like hell for Sora. Having to spend so much time with the singer, the brunette would just continue to grow moodier and that wasn't good for anybody. Whatever. He needed to get off of 'Subject Riku'.
The two dancers gathered their things from the car and headed towards the front door. Leon locked the vehicle behind him.
Just before Sora could grab his keys and insert them into the lock, the door swung open and a pair of arms wrapped around the smaller brunette's neck with a vicious grip.
Next came the girly cry. "Sora! Leon! You guys are finally home!"
How Sora loved Naminé with all his heart.
Her long luscious blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders and her blue eyes twinkled with happiness. She still wore her white dress from earlier, but that only accented her light tan suitably, giving it a healthy glow. Naminé giggled once Sora hugged her back.
The younger girl pulled back for only a split moment before latching onto Sora again. "So big brothers, how was your day?"
Leon grunted and brushed past his siblings. "It sucked." This concerned the blonde as she left Sora to follow the older brunet to interrogate him further. Sora sighed and closed the door behind him. What a day…
The smell of chicken floated through the air and wafted into the dancer's nose. Sora smiled, dropped his things onto the floor, and made his way to the kitchen where Naminé was stirring some mashed potatoes.
"Squall! You know you can tell me anything." The blonde pressed further. Sora guessed Leon didn't want to talk about his day either. The smaller brunette didn't blame him. The band members were more trouble than they were worth. No matter how much money the two dancers were making.
"Naminé? Is it almost done?" Sora peeked over his sister's shoulder as she added something to the mashed potatoes. One of her secret spices that made everything she cooked taste so wonderful. Despite she was only sixteen, she was the miracle in both of the dancers' lives. If they didn't have their younger sister…Sora didn't want to think about.
The blonde giggled and pushed Sora away. "No silly!" Then she added with a big smile, "How was Riku today?"
That was right…Sora told everything to Naminé…why wouldn't she want to know?
"Terrible." Sora made his way towards the table where Leon was currently sitting at, going over some bills. "The wanker just doesn't understand…"
Naminé sighed and presented her brother with a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry." She instantly perked up as an idea came to her. "How about I help you?"
Sora's brow rose. "With what?"
Naminé smirked and let out a small, but cute cackle. "I wanna teach him how to dance too!" She paused on stirring the food to rub her hands together with a meticulous gleam in her blue pools. "It'll be so much fun."
Sora chuckled and waved the matter off. "I guess you could come. What could a sixteen year old possibly do?"
Leon folded his arms to his chest and gave Sora one of his cold stares. "No."
Naminé pouted. "Why can't I go, Squally-kins?" Her blue eyes widened and her bottom lip trembled.
Gah! She was giving him everything she had. Poor Leon…tough shit.
"No." His accented voice snipped and Naminé shrugged.
"I'm still going anyway." She smiled and went back to cooking. "Dinner will be ready in five!"
Sora's stomach growled in protest, but he refrained from saying anything. Damn stomach…so bloody stupid.
Sora found a seat next to Leon and sighed as his muscles relaxed from a hard day's work. He loved the sensation of accomplishment, even though making Riku run out of the session wasn't as accomplishing as he would have hoped for. However, one day, maybe the singer would see through the dancer's perspective.
That was like asking his mother and father to live again.
The young brunette had established the fact that his parents were long dead. In fact, for years all Sora could think about was dance and his dead parents, but now…he was finally over the fact that they were never coming back. Never.
As dinner was finally served and the siblings began to eat, the brunette's mind wandered back to the dance session. From the first moment he met Riku, it wasn't good. In fact, Sora still hated Riku with almost every fiber in his body. Torturing the singer was even more enjoyable than the dancer would have ever thought, but one day…Riku would finally pull the stick from his arse and learn that dancing is not some sissy game. It isn't just for some 'Brit-pussy' either.
Bloody wanker! How dare he insult Sora when all the brunette was trying to do was teach him how to dance. Arse…
"So what shall I help teach tomorrow, hm?" Naminé prodded as her blue eyes sparkled with deviousness. "Maybe the salsa or the Waltz? Oh! Oh! Maybe the Tango!"
Sora shuddered. He was definitely NOT going to do the Tango with that arrogant arsehole. "I rather do something more simple…he still hasn't gotten the basics down."
Leon huffed as he cut his chicken. "Same with my group." Then he added with a smirk, "You must be slacking."
Sora glared at his older brother and shook his head. "What about you, eh? Usually you have a class of ten year olds doing slips AND ready for a recital in a matter of weeks!"
Leon casually shrugged and took a bite of the now cut up chicken. "However, you have only one person." The brunet swallowed before continuing. "You're slipping."
Naminé sighed and idly stirred her potatoes. "Are you two almost done?" Her accent, thicker than both of her older brothers, cut through their conversation with such gentleness that Sora just remained silent for a few moments.
When the silence was almost too unbearable, Naminé let out a cute giggle. "How about Jazz? Ballet?"
How Naminé was good for things at times…
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After a good long day break, Riku was dreading going back to the dance studio more than ever. Kairi explained to him that he needed to just give it a decent try. However, his younger sister had no clue what the hell was going on, so how the fuck could she tell the singer what to do? Exactly.
Hades decided that Riku needed to deal with this problem himself too, so the manager said he wasn't going to come. Good, Riku was still pissed at him anyway. Who needed the asshole?
Upon entering the said studio, Riku sighed and listened to Zell and Axel bicker about something idiotic. The singer cast a hand through his silver locks and closed his eyes. He would give it another try, but God only knew what he would do if Sora was an ass again.
A upbeat pop song that Riku guessed to be Aqua's 'Lollipop (Candyman)'. The rock star cringed upon hearing the old music, but once he opened his eyes and took a look through the glass, he couldn't believe his eyes.
A beautiful blonde girl was performing for Sora. Her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail that brushed past her shoulders and down her back. Her small body twirled and moved in time to the beat. The singer's eyes couldn't stop staring at her. She was a fucking babe!
I wish that I were a Bubble Gum,
chewing on me, baby, all day long
I will be begging for sweet delight,
until you say I'm yours tonight
Riku's mouth began to water. He would be her fucking Candy man…
All. Night. Long.
The music was suddenly shut off as Sora nodded his head with a serious expression on his face. Riku could just hear a small compliment come from the brunette's mouth to the girl, before the two filed out of the dancing area and into the waiting room.
Once the blonde girl walked through the door, she giggled and headed towards Axel first, who looked down at her with a large smirk spread on his lips. "Why hello…"
The girl twirled a lock of her blonde hair in between her fingers, cutely, but then waved him off. "Hi. You must be Axel!" She grinned and held out her hand in greeting. "My name is Naminé and I'm the sister to those two grumpy butts!" She pointed to both brothers that were impassively standing to the side. " Pleased to meet you!"
Axel growled low in his throat as he looked her over. "The pleasure is all mine."
Then she quickly left him and went onto Zell, who held his hand out before Naminé had time to introduce herself. "Zell!" He announced and grinned. "You can really dance! How long have you been with the studio?"
The girl dancer smiled warmly. "Since I could stand up." Then her last destination before Riku was Cloud, who just gave her a simple glance and then looked away. The blonde girl tilted her head to the side, studying him. "Cloud, right?" She covered her mouth as a bubbling giggle escaped her lips. "I knew it! I've heard so much about you!"
Cloud's head perked up at this and his deep blue pools slowly looked over towards Leon, who appeared nonchalant to the crowd. A small blush scribbled onto the usually impassive blonde's face, before disappearing without a trace.
Riku smirked and crossed his arms to his chest. Well, well, well! Something told Riku that Cloud was harboring something for his instructor and vise versa. Interesting…
Last, but not least was Riku. However, Naminé just smiled and approached him with cautious steps. Her eyes shined with something he couldn't quite put his finger on as she held out her hand in greeting. The singer took it into his own and traced his thumb over the smooth, yet delicate skin. The blonde girl pulled away gently and turned her back to him. Saying nothing more.
Whoa, hold on! A fucking hot babe just totally blew him off? Fucking shit! No girl has ever resisted the charms of Riku Ito, Bloody Blades's lead singer. This girl was just like Kairi, except with an attitude.
A challenge…
"My group, come with me." Leon led the three dancers away from Sora and Naminé , leaving the other three to themselves.
Sora sighed and motioned with his head to follow him. "Let's just get this over with."
Naminé giggled and grabbed Riku's hand, pulling him along. "Come on, Riku! It'll be fun!"
Maybe Kairi was right…maybe he could give this another chance. Well, as long as the blonde chick was here. She was much better than grumpy ass Sora that was walking ahead of them, ignoring the two all together.
Right, what an asshole.
"So, what do you want to dance to today, Riku?" Naminé grinned as they walked through the private studio's door. "Any particular requests?"
Riku shook his head and smirked. "Babe, I'll do anything you want me to do…"He slowly let go of her hand as he slung his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Anything at all." Whispering in the blonde's ear, Riku was oblivious to the fiery stare directed towards him.
And that's when a book collided with his head.
The singer stumbled back, letting go of Naminé in the process, and clutched his head as pain started to pound in the area that was wounded. "Fucking shit…" Green eyes swiftly glanced up to see a triumphant Sora smirk. The brunette turned his back to him and chuckled.
That's when Riku charged…
…and also when someone tripped him.
"FUCK!" Falling on his already wounded head, Riku laid on the hard ground for a few moments, dazed. When he could finally focus his vision, the singer sluggishly stood and groaned. "Ouch…"
Whoever did that was going to fucking pay…
However, if Sora wasn't even close to Riku that meant…
The blonde chick did it!
"Hey Sora!" The girly accented voice called out, causing Riku to cringe as his head pounded in protest from the loud noise. "Can you please do the Tango?"
Sora huffed and shook his head, looking more like his older brother. "No, Naminé. Not today."
The blonde girl sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "All right…" Giggling as Riku stood, the girl formulated another plan. "How about something easy, yes?" She skipped over to the pained rock star and smiled warmly, despite what she had done earlier. Good thing Riku was too in pain to yell at her that very moment. All he could do was groan when she started suggesting random dances. Some he had never heard of, others he would never dare try.
Finally after some bickering (and a few more jabbing pains to Riku's skull as they spoke louder), the two dancers decided on the basics, which Riku had tried once.
And failed miserably…
Damn, dance classes were even worse now with two of them ganging up on him! He was going to die!
Sora sighed and shook his head as Riku only gave them both a heated glare.
"Alright…let's just get this over with." The brunette took a step towards Riku, faced the mirrors, and smirked. The singer began to dread what would come out the dancer's mouth.
"Time for stretching."
Just as Riku was about to complain, the singer could just see Naminé standing besides him in the mirror. He stole a side-glance of her and saw her smiling widely, and when Riku focused his attention to the mirror, he could see her eyes on him, reassuring him that everything was going to be just fine.
She really was just like Kairi…
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"And One, Two, Three! One, Two, Three!"
Grunting from the pain in his legs, Riku spun side-to-side while Naminé changed the music to something that she said would get him enthusiastic about dancing. Ha! Her attempts were thoughtful, but Riku liking dance? Hell fucking no. The pain just from the basics were killing him slowly.
I swear, if I don't pass out after this, something is definitely fucking wrong with me.
"No! No! No!" Frustration appearing on Sora's face as he threw his arms into the air, the brunette dancer closed the distance between them and sighed, covering his face with his hand. Naminé giggled before pressing the play button.
Guarding yourself from the love of another
Left you with nothing tonight
Why does it sound like the devil is laughing
Leaving me haunted tonight
You did decide
Damn, where did the blonde chick ever hear about Disturbed?
She grinned and gave Riku the thumbs up as he presented her with a confused stare. Sure, this would get him dancing…and then he would kill Sora.
Yeah, good plan…
"How the bloody hell am I suppose to teach this wanker, while this awful music is playing?" Complaining, Sora spun around to face his sister and crossed his arms, showing her that he wasn't happy about this for one moment. "Can you turn it off, please?"
Naminé lowered the volume and shook her head in disbelief. "Come on big brother! He has to want to dance! Remember what you always told me when I wanted to give up?" With graceful strides, she came to stand besides Riku. The singer stood rooted to the spot. She was way too nice for her own good…
Her voice suddenly became deeper and she crossed her arms to her chest, trying to appear like Sora. "Naminé, you must want to dance! You must feel the beat within your soul, in your blood." She waved her hand before dramatically ending. "That is what dancing is all about!"
Sora was not impressed. "I do not sound like that…" Slumping his shoulders, Sora shrugged and presented Riku with a pointed glare. "Since we ARE using one of those awful rock songs, then you will just have to work harder, yes?"
Riku's eye twitched upon hearing those words. "Wait, what!"
Sora smirked, eyes flashing something akin to amusement. "Start spinning, wanker."
That was it! The Brit pussy took it too far!
"FUCK NO!" Throwing his hands up in frustration, Riku turned and headed for the door. "This sucks ass, I'm leaving. Fuck dancing and-" Spinning around to face the British brunette, Riku's glare could have killed. "Fuck you too, Brit pussy!"
Before Riku was out the door, he was pulled back in and thrown towards Sora. With Riku on top of Sora, legs tangled together, and just a intimate position altogether, they barely caught the laughter in the background as their heads smacked into each other simultaneously.
There was a soft 'click' as someone locked the door on their way out.
Naminé was no where to be found…giggling was heard from outside of the studio.
The two froze in their spots.
Naminé…she didn't…
"Hehehehe! You two have fun, okay? Try to get along!" Riku and Sora looked at each other in disbelief. "I'll be back in about two hours!"
"TWO HOURS!" The singer shouted, resulting more pain in both of their heads. "GET BACK HERE, YOU BITCH!"
The singer could just see through the glass as Naminé winked, waved, and skipped off to go do God knows what.
This couldn't be happening…alone with Sora…for two hours…without getting out…without…freedom!
The music in the background continued to blare in their ears.
As if noticing how close they really were, Sora growled, pushing Riku semi-off his body. "Damn her, I'm going to get her…"
Untangling his legs from Sora's, Riku hurried over to the door and twisted the knob. It was no use…the door could only be unlocked from the outside. "Fucking hell…fucking…damn…shit…fuck." Riku shook his head and rested his back pulsing with pain on the closed door. However, his body gave out and he soon slid to the floor in a lazy heap. "Damn it all to Hell…"
Sora sighed, standing up. He turned the music off to bask the room into a tense silence as the two stayed as far away as possible from each other.
This had to be the suckiest day ever…
Jade eyes fixated onto the clock that hung on the wall calmly, ticking away the seconds, minutes, and soon to be hours, that would pass by in this room of Hell. What was that blonde chick thinking? First tripping Riku and then locking two people together that couldn't even get along for five minutes! What next? They wouldn't be able to get out and Riku would both starve from the lack of food and most importantly lack of sex?
Why was this happening now?
"Even if you stare at it, the clock will not go faster."
Rolling his eyes, Riku rebuked with a snide reply. "Yeah, but its better than looking at you."
Somehow, the room seemed even more tense than before.
"Well, its not like I asked for us to be in this predicament…" Sora retorted, leaning his head against the wall. He closed his blue eyes and frowned. Whatever was going through the brunette's head, Riku could have cared less.
"Man this sucks." Riku slapped his hand on the black floor and the noise echoed throughout the silence. Sora ignored the singer and continued to be deep in thought.
However, he spoke only moments after. "It's all your fault anyway."
Riku perked up at this, glaring at the other male in the room. "What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't do anything!" Riku slammed his palm down onto the floor again to emphasize his point. "You were the one calling me names and downsizing my damn music!"
Sora smirked, opening an eye to look at the furious Riku. "I was only speaking the truth." The dancer pulled a knee closer to him so he could rest his arm on top of it. "I can not help if you have horrible taste in music…"
"I can't help you're a Brit pussy!" Riku shot back, earning a angry glare from the brunette on the other side of the room.
"Fuck off." Sora twisted his head away, so he wouldn't be able to see the rude singer opposite from him, but it didn't matter. Sora could hear everything Riku did. From breathing to shuffling around in boredom, Sora knew every single move the singer was making. Not because the brunette WANTED to know what Riku was doing, rather because Riku was so loud and obnoxious it couldn't be helped.
"Why do you have such a grudge against me, eh?" Riku slid closer towards Sora, while the brunette only detected the movement with his ears, he would dare not look at the rock star.
"I could ask the same to you." Sora replied, crossing his arms to his chest and closing his eyes. "I am only trying to teach you how to dance!"
Rolling his eyes and letting out a small 'phhfft', Riku shook his head and whispered, "Sure, its like you're trying to kill me…"
Silence.
"Whatever…" Sora huffed and spoke no more of the matter. Laying on the floor, Riku sighed and closed his eyes. Somehow, this still wasn't going to well. Granted, nothing ever went right with these damn dance classes.
More silence. Riku swore that the tension could have killed.
An hour or more passed by and still there was that edgy silence.
Not wanting to be the one to break it but having no choice, Riku sighed and tapped his fingers on the floor. "So…" Tap. Tap. Tap. "How long have you danced?"
What the hell? Why was Riku being so nice all of a sudden? Damn it, it was the silence getting to his brain. Whatever.
"Why would you like to know? Are you just going to call me a pussy again?"
Oooh…Riku must have hit a sore spot there.
"No." The singer began, trying to strike up a conversation.
"Yeah, right. I don't want to bloody talk to you, nor you to me, so let's just wait an hour more in silence! Can you deal with that Mr. Ito?"
Riku growled, eye twitching. "Fine! I'll fuck off! Getting yelled at for being nice! Ha! Just shoot me now!"
Sora smirked, white teeth flashing. "That can be arranged."
Riku stared at the brunette in disbelief. Damn, even Hades wasn't this bad!
"Damn, you're worse than fucking Hades. No joke." Sitting up, the silver-haired rock star brushed a hand through his locks before letting it fall to the floor. "You don't have to act like a bitch."
Sora shrugged his shoulders. "You always act like this towards me, so why not I do the same thing?"
Whoa, was Brit pussy telling the truth?
Nah! Riku wasn't that mean…
"You don't have to lie either." Riku said, glaring at Sora. "Didn't your mom either teach you its not the 'nicest of things'?" He mimicked in a bad British accent.
Sora tensed up.
When Riku noticed the sudden change of attitude, there was a click at the door…
…and when the singer spun around to take a look…
…Naminé was waving to both of them as the door opened, giggling into her hand.
He was finally free!
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So, I have finally updated. So sorry it has taken a long time folks. I've been trying my best, but sometimes my best isn't good enough. (Note: Not Beta-ed, so please excuse the mistakes. Thanks)
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