Chapter Seven; here it is!
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Chapter Seven: Sun-Eyed Girl In The Earthquake Weather
A city of heights. Condensed, crowded, compact and solid. The buildings and skyscrapers spiraling up into the sky, narrow and blooming. If you looked from a distance, the city was like a fan of urban structures and formations, the tallest in the center and the heights would gently fall and collide with the neighborhoods. The city was so murky. A cloud hung over the city like a vapor venom, slowly dripping back down into the streets.
The neighborhoods were not as foggy or dirty, they were still crowded, still looking as though a giant had bent over and squeezed all of the houses together. Slender three-story cream, tan, and red brick houses with pastel colored shudders were pushed up against each other and to the very edge of the property. Hanging ferns and plants would make-up for the absences of the front and back lawns, and small wire fenced trees planted on sidewalks by the city gave the winding streets a more neighbor-like feel.
Roxas handed the funny talking cab driver a wad of money and smiled as he rolled up the window,
"Thanks a bunch!" Roxas tapped the taxi's car door and watched as the small and compact car flew down the street, following one of the many winding roads back to its origins in the inner city.
"Where are we?" Kairi sat at the bottom of one of the house's stoops. Her bag still attached to her back, she leaned foreword and rested her chin on two fists. Her bottom lip protruding as she pouted,
"Roooooxxaaaas! What's taking so long?"
He turned around with a puzzled look, his eyes fixed on written in a little blue journal he held in his hands. He glanced up once at the houses addresses and then back down, he scratched his cheek and after another glance shut the notebook. Sora watched him through his shaggy brown bangs, his neck tucked in and arms folded across his chest as he leaned up against the sidewall of the stoop. Roxas rolled up his notebook and stuck it in his backpack and pointed to the residence next door.
"One house off. I was really close though…" Roxas chuckled. Kairi and Sora followed him to the house next door. Roxas shuffled up the stoop and hesitated before he rang the doorbell. Sora and Kairi glanced at each other as he took the time to comb down the back of his hair.
"Who's he trying to look good for? He he…" Kairi nudged Sora and they both giggled. Roxas silenced them with a 'shh!' then slowly and with a shaky finger, he rang the doorbell. A long 'ding-doooooooooong' could be heard from inside the house, followed by the shrieking and giggling of girls and a rumbling rolling along the floors. The door swung open have way and a girl spun her head around smiling and laughing, then she saw her company and her smile melted into confusion. Then anger. Her almond hair was in curly pigtails with blue ribbon that matched her plaid pleaded skirt and tie, her colored shirt and navy knee socks gave Kairi and Sora the impression that it was a uniform of some sort. Kairi peered through Roxas's legs and down to the girls shoes; they were pink and brown roller skates, the old fashioned kind with the huge rubber front and back stoppers. Sora focused on her face that had been given a dramatic makeover with bright and bold pink eye shadow and blush. They slowly caused her to rock back and forth. Finally after many awkward moments of silence, she raised one her fine eyebrows and in an annoyed fashion opened her mouth about to speak—but Roxas slumped foreword first,
"Oh no."
"Oh no! I should be the one to say that, you scrappy little fo-hawked rat!" The girl stomped one of her skates and spat out. She spoke with a posh and prestige accent, pronouncing all of her constantans with a crisp and confident deliver. She shook her curly pigtails and threw her face into Roxas's,
"You better leave before I have to make you!"
"Oh Seeeelphieeeeee!" Another girl chirped from inside the house. She crashed into pigtailed brunette still giggling. Her hair was dark and wrapped into two buns, similar to Selphie's in that ribbons were wrapped around them very casually. Except hers were red.
"Hmm, Selphie; older men?" She teased, her speech also superior sounding and crisp but her voice was lighter and high-pitched; shrilling but friendlier than the other girl's. The girl giggled and continued,
"He's pretty cute! Huh? Didn't you used to go to our school?" She peeked over Roxas's shoulder. She shimmied by Roxas and stood in front of Sora, "And who's your friend?"
"Ola' it's not what you think."
"I'm Olette," She placed a hand on her chest and ended in a giggle. She touched Sora's shoulder flirtatiously, but he stepped back trying not to be too rude and gave a sheepish smile.
"Ola'…" Selphie said demanding and annoyed. Her head shifted back to Roxas, having to look slightly up because of the height difference,
"Look, Yuna isn't here anymore so you can just go." Selphie pulled the Olette girl back into the house and slammed the door shut but Roxas slipped his foot inside and refused to let her go,
"What do you mean she isn't here?" Selphie kept trying to push the door shut but was having no difficulty because the skates would slip underneath her every time she shifted her weight into the door. Her pigtails swung and her eyes with bold pink eye shadow widened,
"Leave now before I call the authorities! Now, remove your foot!" She began kicking the side of his sneaker with her pink and brown skates.
"No! Selphie," Roxas raised his voice and Kairi stumbled back, was it really that serious?
"Selphie please," Roxas said pleadingly and then smacked his hand on the front door, "Just let me in!"
"No!—"
"Oh Selphie, just let them in!" Olette tugged at Selphie's arm from behind the door. Selphie raised her eyes towards her and then back outside towards Roxas. Her eyes drifted from him and fixed past him on Sora and Kairi. She sighed and made a grunting noise. Selphie skated back and let them in, knowing deep down she would regret it.
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This house was classy, more modern but still held a lot of class. All of them passed the elegant black railed and red carpeted stairs and headed strait into the living room of the small narrow house. The girls' skates made a low rumbling sound as they picked up and dropped their skates on the wooden floor. As they entered, Sora and Kairi observed:
The family room was openly connected to the kitchen and only a small archway separated the family room from the dining table in the next. Both the rooms had their walls covered with abstract paintings and old family pictures, the floor in the living room was made of wood and the kitchen made of tile. All the kitchen appliances were black, the countertops filed with red, white and yellow mosaic tiles; many squiggles and abstract designs. The dining table in the next room was made of glass, it matched the coffee tables in front of the black leather furniture and big plasma screen television. The trendy shag rug underneath the table was had another nonfigurative design on it, made of reds, whites, yellows and blues.
Selphie plopped herself down on the long black couch and covered one of the decorative throw pillows on her lap. Three colors were on the black couch; there were red, blue and yellow pillows. With his eyes locked on Selphie with much suspicion, Roxas rested on the black loveseat. They stared at each other, Kairi's eyes went back and forth between them; it was hate that was shooting from their eyes and Kairi stiffened in the tense atmosphere. Sora sat on the armrest of the loveseat as Kairi chose the empty recliner that was on Sora's right and furthest away from Selphie, who was glaring at Roxas from the couch. Her skin tone was one that matched Sora's, a little browner than usual and her hair was a light brown pulled up in pigtails and fell in bouncy curls. Her eyes were an edgy emerald and her outstretched legs were longer in comparison to her body. To say the least, her family gene pool had left her a very lucky girl. Olette looked very similar with light bronze appearance but her figure was different. While Selphie was almost all legs, Olette had the bust of a sixteen-year-old, even though she was three years younger than that age. Selphie's eyes watched Roxas as Roxas's watched hers. The eyes held annoyance, frustration, and a past.
"Would you like a drink, umm, what was your name?" That posh yet high-pitched girly voice ran through Sora's ear. When he turned his head he found the girl called Olette batting her eyelashes and standing uncomfortably close to Sora, her leg touching his that was dangling off the side of the couch. He slid into the loveseat next to Roxas, very cautious and at unease.
"Ola' will you stop?" Olette spun around still with an unaffected smile plastered to her face and walked to the refrigerator in the kitchen. She pulled out a pitcher and set it on the counter, and during all this time everyone in the living room is either confused or tense. Olette opened the drawer below the refrigerator, a cold fog crept out as she pulled some cloudy glasses. She brought them over to the coffee glass coffee table and set them down. As the robust and busty girl bent over, Roxas and Sora looked sidelong at each other; luckily the pleaded skirt was just long enough. The boys cheeks hardened with red, they felt embarrassed for her. Sora turned away and clasped a hand on his face. Kairi quietly giggled,
"Too hot to handle?" Another more vibrant rush of red came to Sora's cheeks,
"Kairi…"
"He," She gave him a goofy smile. Roxas watched their little conversation go on, his head resting in his palm as his elbow sunk into the armrest of the black leather sofa. As Olette sat down, Selphie came bold and blunt,
"Why are you here? Yuna isn—"
"Where is she? Can you tell me please?"
"Why?"
"Yeah, why do you want to see Selphie's sister? You know she's a—" Slephie covered her mouth, the girl continued with muffled remarks and her eyes showed sincerity and confusion. Roxas sat on the edge of his seat.
"Roxas, who's this Yuna?" Kairi muttered.
"She's not interested in you, so bug off!"
"Please Selphie. I came all this way," Roxas clasped his hands together and hung his head. Selphie's hands left Olette and she crossed her arms and pouted,
"Absolutely pathetic…" She began in a posh and crisp accent, and then it lead into, "Maybe we should talk later…"
"When will you tell me?" Roxas asked in a fast and commanding voice, Selphie's eyebrows furrowed and her eyes narrowed in on Roxas. An uncomfortable silence followed, each second Sora and Kairi thinking Selphie would respond, but no; just more silence. Waiting, waiting.. What seemed like long minutes as the moments lingered and suffocated them in the air. Kairi nervously smiled and raised her shoulders as her hands were scrunched underneath her thighs,
"Were you guys giving makeovers?" She sweetly interrupted and directed that question more towards Olette. Selphie and Olette looked at each other shockingly. Selphie began to rub off her makeup as Olette replied kindly,
"Why yes…" She then smiled and clapped her hands and held them like in a prayer underneath her neck,
"Would you like one?" Her hands still raised and folded affectionately underneath her chin as she walked over to Kairi, whose expression became worrisome.
"Oh, no! Really, you don't have to do that, please."
"Nonsense! It'll be fun while these two talk!" Kairi raised her hands in defense and Olette turned her attention to Sora,
"And it will be so much fun to give one to a boy as well!"
"Oh no, that's really alrigh—"
"Oh, nonsense!" She repeated and started pulling on Kairi's arm.
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She felt so much more refreshed once she washed her face. All of that dirt and dust just accumulating over that long, long time on the plane --- ick! It felt so gross. Kairi walked back into the bedroom that was connected to the private bathroom. The room's walls were covered in a warm peach. The queen-sized bed was centered along the back wall and took up most of the space in the room. A translucent pink canopy fell like curtains around Selphie's pillow crowded bed. The bed frame was a light blue, as was all of the furniture. Kairi stepped into the bedroom, her bangs a little damp, and glimpsed the backs of Sora and Olette on the floor, Olette giggling. Sora heard Kairi enter the door and looked at her with sympathy while Olette beamed with energy as she danced over to Kairi holding two containers in her hand, one of them occupied something green,
"Okay, I let Sora choose your makeup for you!" When she said his name, it carried the accent as well. She stretched out the first syllable and rolled the R and then quickened the ending A with a 'reh' sound. It sounded more like Soré or Sor-A, not Sor-uh which is how it's properly pronounced. Kairi snatched the container and looked at it with shock. She stomped over to Sora and pressed it into Sora's face, scolding,
"What? Green? With this hair? Are you trying to make me look like a Christmas tree?" Sora sheepishly smiled with his eyes closed and defended with his hands raised,
"Well how am I supposed to know about this stuff?" He stood up and remarked, "Besides, I thought you liked green."
"Make up is based on totally different factors," Olette stated like a scientist. Kairi turned around and Sora looked over her shoulder onto Olette. She was digging through Selphie's dresser drawers and pulled out another box. She set it on the floor and squatted on the white carpeted floor.
"When you apply colors you need to think of the two different skin tones each person has, their hair color, and light and dark opposites of what the person wears." Olette fumbled through the case of makeup, taking out removable levels and compartments; sort of like a child's toy but with enough make up to apply to the whole cast of a movie or play…
"The thing to remember is that you never want to match the makeup with the person's eye color, or what they're wearing…" She turned around with a bubbly expression and held up a couple more containers, "It is so embarrassing when you see people clashing with themselves, hehe!"
Kairi picked the containers from Olette's hand and examined them. "Here, instead of green I picked out a shade of pink and cold grey for your eye shadow… And then a subtle kind of dark pink for your lips." She smiled and reached for something behind her back on the floor. It was another container, yet larger and closer to Kairi's skin color, "At least I think Sora got the base and blush right…" She giggled and put all of the makeup down, taking it from Kairi and lining them up in front of her. Kairi laid on the carpet and inspected the colors. Olette let her dark brown hair down and put it back up into a pony tail. She sat cross-legged in front of Kairi on the floor, she told her to sit up so she could start. Sora wondered around the room, he passed by the other vanity desk and let his fingers softly pass over some pictures stuck in the frame of the mirror. He picked up another picture sitting on the desk, some of them were of Selphie and friends, Olette in a lot of them, and others had just her and another girl, an older girl; they looked very much alike.
"Start with the base." Olette rearranged her self on the floor and sat on her shoes while Kairi sat cross-legged. She dipped the pad in the fluffy and light powder and ran the pad over Kairi's face. It was so light and gentle yet the only thing Kairi could see was Olette's face. Face to face, this girl she had just met less than an hour ago, giving her a makeover while both of their friends downstairs discussed riddles about some girl. This thing should be done with best friends, girlfriends that have known each other… Kairi had never had a real girlfriend to talk to, there was Quistis but she seemed so unreachable and hard to talk to. Olette seemed nice, always giggling and bubbly. Kairi got the impression she was a bit boy crazy but that was alright. Kairi got a closer look at Olette. Her eyebrows were very fine and dark like her hair. Her eyes were a brilliant lime; the shadows of the pupil a dark olive. Olette's lips were always puckered up or pushed out, they were covered with an exquisite maroon lip gloss. Her cheeks were painted with a dramatic blush and her glittery yellow eye-shadow fanned out and blended into her skin.
"Okay, close your eyes." Kairi obeyed and squeezed them shut.
"Relax." She heard Olette say and then made her face less tense. After a moment's hesitation she felt the bristles swipe across her eyes. Back and forth, Kairi could tell the colors become more intense as Olette used different feeling utensils to get into smaller and more precise areas.
"Looks good," Sora's voice sounded in Kairi's ears. He was close, watching over Olette's shoulder. Kairi bit her lip as Olette became more precise and condensed her brushing area.
"Open your eyes," Kairi's eyes shot open and she saw Olette smiling wide-eyed and Sora with his hands on his knees. Olette looked down and searched for something on the floor while Kairi's gaze shifted to Sora's. His eyes shifted back and forth between Kairi's eyes. His orbs were half closed and affectionately scanning over Kairi with a smile. 'Why is he smiling at me like that?' Sora's expression crashed and he broke eye contact and glanced away. Kairi was confused and a little sad why he did that but Olette's head popped up again,
"Okay, a little mascara," Kairi watched as Sora sat down beyond Olette and propped his arms up behind him. She watched his profile, he looked sad as he starred into the carpet. Olette was about to apply it but then pulled her hand back when she remarked,
"Wow, your eyelashes are already so long and dark," Sora head turned and he looked with a blank expression. But then he lightly smiled and nodded,
"Yeah." He softly agreed and Kairi squirmed, it was weird having Sora pay her a compliment like that. He had never ever mentioned anything about her looks except that one time when she got the hair cut. That was the only time, and then this one… it felt good but really awkward and strange. Olette started to apply the mascara over her eyelashes and then was ready to apply it to the bottom,
"Okay, now look up." Kairi looked up, she couldn't see Sora and squirmed, wondering if he was still watching her. 'Why does it matter? Why do I care?' When Olette was down with her bottom lashes, Kairi felt something brush up against her lips. She pulled away on impulse and Olette sat there confused with the lip-gloss still in her hand,
"I changed the shade to something lighter," Olette leaned in and re-applied it to the bottom lip. Then she sat back,
"Okay now do this," Olette rubbed her lips together and then so did Kairi. When Kairi was finished, Olette smiled and brushed some of Kairi's bangs to the side of her face with her hand,
"Okay, cuh-uuute!" She smiled and grabbed a hand mirror, "You look so pretty, Kairi." The first time she said her name. But before Kairi could look in the mirror Olette stood up and tapped her shoulder, Kairi looked up,
"Oh, go look in the bigger mirror!" She pointed to the vanity. Kairi stood up and started to walk to the vanity desk. She took in a deep breath when she saw herself. The edges of her eyelid were a soft grey that blended and faded into a lighter and lighter pink. Here eyelashes were long and wild, her cheeks had a little blush and her lips were in a shiny coat of sweet flavor. Strawberry, Kairi thought as she meshed her lips together and enjoyed the sweet gloss.
"You look really nice, Kai'." Sora said more chipper and up beat. Kairi combed her hair behind her ear as she turned and nervously chuckled.
"Have you ever worn makeup before?" Olette was now re-applying lip-gloss to her own lips, puckering them even more. She began to collect and examine the other makeup,
"Now for Sora!"
"What? No, we don't have t—"
Sora stopped mid sentence as the door burst open, it was Roxas,
"Sora, Kairi, let's move on out!"
'Oh thank god!' Sora rose from the floor and exited, Kairi smiled to Olette and followed.
"See ya," The red head grinned and Roxas closed the door behind her. Sora and Kairi passed by Selphie at the edge of the stairs. And Roxas, who was the last one to follow, stopped in front of her. Selphie still looking angry stared down Roxas.
"We'll come back to visit." Roxas said soft and kind. Selphie turned her head,
"Don't bother," she spat out and pouted. Roxas smirked and passed her; going down the stairs and out the front door.
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With a hand extended, Roxas paced down the streets. He walked backwards and scanned the on coming cars speeding down the road. Kairi and Sora followed, both with their bags on their back. Sora walked with his hands in his pockets while Kairi fluffed the back of her hair.
"So Roxas, what are we doing? Are we going to go see that Yuna-girl you guys keep talking about?" Sora spoke, his bangs hanging in front of his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. She'll be happy to see us, I don't care what Selphie says." Roxas exclaimed all exited and happy. His face was beaming with joy.
"Who is she? Did you used to live here too?" Roxas came to a stop and kept waving his hand for a cab. Kairi didn't know what was going on, she was in her own little world discovering her girly and feminine sides.
"Yeah she's an old friend—Ha! Got the taxi!" A cab slowed down and came to a stop. Roxas opened the front door, swung his backpack off while Sora climbed into the backseat.
"Too bad we couldn't stay longer, "Kairi followed after him, "I would've enjoyed giving Sora a makeover." She laughed and settled herself next to Sora who dully replied,
"That would not be enjoyable at all." Kairi slammed the cab door shut. Roxas told the cab driver the directions Selphie had given him. Then Roxas looked into the backseat at Kairi,
"Oh yeah? Did Olette give you a makeover Kairi? It looks good."
"Thanks!" Kairi felt like she could get used to all these compliments!
"Did you used to know Olette too?" Sora kept questioning with curiosity,
"Yeah, I was a grade ahead of her… I'm not surprised she doesn't remember me. Nice girl but not exactly the brightest, you know?" Roxas sat back in his seat.
The cab was slowly being pulled into the downtown of the city, falling into the pits of urban culture. The cab started to slow down in what looked like not such a nice neighborhoods. There were few that walked on the streets without looking shady. There were also many women in risqué clothing. These were the slums of the city, there was old inns and run down hotels that were bought and used by the women to serve the public in more than bed and breakfast. Drug dealers, broken bars and some poor apartments. The grey crumbling buildings, the experimental and scary atmosphere; in these parts the fog that hung in the air was even thicker. You could taste the smog, chocking , and feel the thickness of it. It suffocated your senses, watered the eyes of newcomers and engulfed the throat.
Roxas asked the cab driver to stop, his expression became blank as he pulled over to the side of the road. Where they had stopped, there were two women resting against the side of the building, they passed a cigarette back and forth. One of them began to push herself off the wall and walk over to the cab but then hesitated when she realized it was full with kids. She was a beautiful and tall blonde, at least over six feet. Her hair was thick and curly and ended at the bottom of her back. She had a long face, a beauty mark beamed beneath a set of crimson red lips. She wore a lacy red midriff with black spandex and red fishnets. Even with her height, she chose to wear heals.
She went back to resting on the wall as she started commenting to her friend with much curiosity directed at the cab. The woman she was talking to was almost her exact opposite. She looked to be a woman of some Hispanic heritage and looked a bit older. Significantly shorter than the blonde, she couldn't be taller than five foot two, She had dark hair that didn't even reach her shoulders. She wore much more makeup than the other one, a lot of mascara, dark eyes, and a navy colored lipstick. In place of clothing, she wore a denim jacket with a lacy blue bra showing underneath and skin-tight leather pants.
Roxas began flipping through the new currency, and handed the cab driver some money before opening the door. The women outside still eyed the cab with strange interest. The short tan skinned one stood on her heals to whisper something to the blonde who bent down and took a long drag of her cigarette, exhaled and nodded. Kairi placed her hand on the back of Roxas's chair and leaned in,
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Roxas had already folded the money and packed it away in his jeans. He grabbed the strap of his backpack and began to open the cab door,
"I hope not…" He exited the car door. Sora and Kairi looked at each other and hesitated before exiting. "Do you think Selphie might have steered him in the wrong direction?" Sora thought and then replied to Kairi's question, "I don't think so."
Roxas put on half of a smile as he walked up to the two women, their eyes locked on him as he approached.
"Excuse me," Roxas began timid, "You wouldn't happen to know a Yuna Barewl would you?" The two women looked at each other. The shorter woman tapped her heal on the ground twice as she pushed herself off the wall.
"What would cuties like you be doing in a place like this?" Her accent was the opposite of the locals, she reduced the stress on her vowels and rolled her consonants. Roxas was about to answer but she wasn't paying attention and didn't bother to what for an answer,
"Okay," She took the cigarette from the blonde and took a long drag as the three children waited for her to speak. She lifted her head and exhaled, "What business do you chickies have with little Yuna?"
"You mean you know her? Can you take me to her?" Roxas asked, hoping they would help. The blonde took one last puff of the cigarette and then pushed her self off the wall as well,
"I'll take them." She didn't have an accent, if anything she sounded like the three kids. She handed the short woman the cigarette with the utmost care and placed her hand on Roxas's shoulder as she led them down the street. Sora and Kairi quietly followed with their bags on their backs.
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They had only walked a couple of blocks and ended up at one of those rundown inns. Inside the old inn, there were a set of red-railed stairs, on the left and right. They curved and met at the next level, making an arch in the lobby. Underneath the left stairwell was the reception desk, a large and husky hairy man wearing a white wife beater was in charge of the resister and checking in. There were women walking around wearing barely anything, a couple of them bringing men from the reception desk towards the rooms upstairs. The chandelier on the ceiling was broken; the lights wouldn't work. It was just a fountain of dust that was barely hanging onto the cord. Some statues and paintings that had been sold with the inn were ripped and broken, it made the hotel look even trashier, that and all these skimpily dressed women walking around.
The blonde woman stopped in the middle of the inn lobby and started conversing with a black woman. Her eyes were big and wide, the orbs in the middle completely black. Her hairline was pushed back and the profile of her face was at a dramatic curve, like a semicircle. Her braided and beaded hair fell in great volume from the top her head. She wore a black tube top, shorts, and grey stockings with heals. Her arms were crossed underneath her chest, a purse dangled from her elbow.
"Jacquie, where is Yuna?" The black woman sidestepped to look behind the blonde, at the two boys and girl. She wrinkled her nose,
"Who wants to know?" Roxas stepped foreword,
"Um, I did. Can you tell me where she is? It's important I see her." Her black woman stepped to the side and walked slowly towards Roxas.
"You want to see Yuna?" Her heels tapped on the old marble floors. The clatter of people climbing the stairs and soft records playing in the background grew louder for a moment and then softer,
"She should be down here soon but don't take up all of her time, hmm? We need to work, boy." She spoke very quickly they could barely understand her with the accent. She then turned towards the blonde who asked her for a stick. Jacqui zipped open her purse and pulled out a loose cigarette, she held it out to her. But as the towering blond began to reach for it Jacqui pulled it back, the silver bangles on her wrists jingled. The blonde rose her eyes from Jacqui's hand and observed as the black woman rolled her neck and raised a brow.
"Excuse me," The blonde tapped Roxas on the shoulder and held out an empty hand, "For bringing you here…"
"Oh, yeah," Roxas fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a dollar and four quarters, her counted and handed it to the blonde,
"Sorry, it's all I got." He lied. The blonde took it and smiled and playfully raised her shoulders,
"I usually don't take change but luckily it's just what I need." She handed the black woman a shoulder who snatched it away. The blonde placed the cigarette in her mouth and tugged on Roxas's cheek as she exited,
"Thanks blondie!" She exited, her hips swaying left to right, those toothpick legs holding up all that curly blonde hair and that towering body. Kairi watched as she exited, her backside falling out of her shorts, she felt uncomfterable with all these skimpy women. Sora had his attention on Roxas who was wiping his cheek with his hand, so strong that it stretched his face,
"Gross, like I know where she has been…" He said softly to Sora who smiled in the awkward atmosphere. Three kids in what looked like a ho motel. Sora didn't know where to look, he watched the other woman loitering around the lobby before heading out. A very young one caught his eye. She was walking down the stairs, milky skin, long legs and a killer body. Her chocolate hair bounced off her shoulder, the left layered and curled in about her round face and the right flipped out. She wore a long sleeve red midriff that showed the bare skin between her breasts, a crisscross lace held the sides together. A tight black leather skirt clung to her thighs and a set of long leather black boots reached the middle of her thigh. She walked down the stairs, gracefully and very girly.
"Yuna, what took you so long, hmm? This little thing wants to talk to you and we got to go!"
The girl bounced off the last step, "Relax," She spoke with the same accent as Selphie and Victoria; posh, prestige and superior, "I was finishing my makeup… ah--!" She noticed the back of him, Roxas spun around at the sound of her voice. His eyes widened as she approached, as did hers as she stopped next to Jacqui and stood shocked,
"Yuna!" Roxas stepped towards her,
"Roxas?…" She said softly as if reaching back into her memory, "What are you doing here?" She asked seriously. Her lips were painted red, her lashes full in volume and her eyes…
"I came back…" Roxas started, he looked up into her eyes, "I cam back to see you!"
'She's a hooker!' Sora and Kairi screamed in their minds.
Chapter Seven: Sun eyed girl In The Earthquake Weather… End.
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Yay, Yuna turns out to be one of my fav characters while writing this story so please hold on to the next chapter where there will be way more SoraKairi progress or complications. Slow chapter setting up the surroundings again, they will be here for a while so; stay tuned and please review!