Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Square Enix and Disney do.

A/N: I'm so glad for all of your reviews! They are so encouraging and I'm so glad you like asshole Riku. He's really hilarious like that huh? Well, I'm gonna try to make Sora's character pretty good. Hope you enjoy!

P.S. Whatever Riku says doesn't represent what I believe personally. Riku has a mind of his own in this story and its pretty creepy. shivers

Burning Desire

"Enigmatic Blue"

This passing week was crazy. Sunday was pretty good, we went out partying cause we felt too much like shit to stay at home. After watching Diva le Dick or Shit le Manx or whatever the fuck their name was, it was a bit discouraging. Here we were, an awesome and really stable band using nothing but our music to sway fans, holding the record for the Traverse café district for most CDs sold. Then comes the shittiest band since Milli Vanilli that only use nauseating fan service to get the annoying otakus to worship their pasty asses!

"There is one thing that's good about that band," said Tidus as he stirred his piña colada with the paper umbrella pick.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Axel was teetering a bit from drinking and it was pretty hilarious to watch as he'd casually grab the asses of random women as they walked by. But he was right though, what was Tidus talking about? Was he actually considering liking that band?

"Okay dude, seriously. The one good thing about that Diva-shit is that they make me definitely sure as hell that I'm straight." Heh, that was kind of funny. Our whole group laughed at this, Leon actually laughing out loud as well. The poor icy bastard, he probably had too much to drink. I can't blame him though, we were all piss ass drunk and we didn't know how the fuck we were going to get home now.

"Fuck yeah! One look at them would slap the gay out of any guy, even you Leon!" yelled Axel as he received a rough shove by the said man, making him sprawl out on the seating of the booth. Tidus then stood up awkwardly in his seat, his knees shaking at trying to hold him up and not hit the bottom of the greasy ass table. Seriously, I know it's a bar but wash your damn rags! Wow, I was drunk.

"Dude, don't piss yourself! Yan's not here for your virginity yet!"

"F-f-fuck you Tidus," he sputtered between gasps and laughing.

I have to say, Tidus could be a stupid moron with no sense of focus and an annoying as hell tendency to say 'dude' at the worst times but he did have a tendency to make good jokes every now and them. Some, like this one, were even pretty damn truthful. If it wasn't for that hot little blue-eyed vixen in the corner, I would have to agree with-

"What the-?" I narrowed my hazy eyes to the corner of the bar where a brown and blue little blur was watching us with another black and white one. Black and white, what the fuck was that?

Leon noticed my questioning gaze and he raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like we have a few listeners," he said, suddenly sobering up. He looked as if we had been caught growing pot in the backyard but by hell I couldn't see a damn thing. What was this watery shit on my eyes? I think I'm going blind!

"Holy shit, I think they heard us," muttered the blonde as he hunched over the table, trying not to be seen. Axel just got up and sat back down, snickering still like a drunken fool.

"I wish I could see what you all are worried about but I can't fucking see a damn thing!" I yelled, seeing Tidus wince and Leon roll his eyes.

"You have tears in your eyes dip shit," Tidus muttered and ran a palm over my left eye. Oh God, I could see after all! It was a frickin' miracle!

"Act natural," muttered Leon as he picked up his drink again. The time I look up is the time that they are walking over to us. It was only three of them, and one of them wasn't from the band, or at least when they played last night. I almost crapped myself when I saw who it was.

The smug monochromatic bastard towered over our table, looking down at our drunken selves as if he ran the place. Smug little bastard. Unfortunately, Axel was still the fucking moron that he was when he was drunk.

"Hey Yan," he started, making us all roll our eyes and Leon bury his face in his hands in utter defeat, knowing whatever the redhead was going to say would be embarassing or stupid. The tall pillar of black turned his marble mask of a face to glare down at him with Villmina glaring down at us angrily over her rather awkward sunglass spectacles. I'm now positive up close that she was the annoying as hell otaku. Damn bitch.

Axel snickered like a fool as Leon shook his head. "Just don't do it, don't fucking do it. I swear to God I'll kill you." But he continued his little joke, to our dismay.

"California called, they need a new governor." He simply burst out laughing, leaving Leon to glare at him, Tidus to roll his eyes, Yan to stand there unamused, Villmina to glare angrily, and me to snicker quietly. It was stupid but it was pretty funny too.

"What the fuck Axel, stop laughing, it wasn't funny," said Tidus, earning an approving nod from Leon. Axel was totally out of it as he cracked up in hysterical laughter that had some of the other people in the bar looking over at us.

"I'm not Austrian you idiot, I'm Hungarian."

"It's all the fucking same thing to me!" he said as he continued to laugh, getting out of his chair and walking off to the bathroom like a possessed man.

"And here comes the barf job," muttered Leon as he settled himself with the new room at the booth. The posers just stood there glaring at us.

"What the fuck are you glaring at? Say something or leave," I said in a rather perturbed way. Wow, higher level diction! Haha.

They simply stood there and I saw a small patch of brown hair from behind Yan's shoulder. I traced where I approximated the person behind him to be to the slightly tanned hand clasped with his pasty white one. It was more of a possessive grasp if you asked me.

Yan just grinned and slowly stalked off, with the annoying otaku in tow. But then, I spotted it. It was him, the guy from the concerts! He took a passive look back at us and then followed obediently with the gothic giant, looking up to him affectionately. If I wasn't too busy being frozen in shock right then, I would have been furious at that moment. I was upset later on that night when I had begun to slightly sober up.

"Now what the fuck was that?" asked Tidus as he reclined into the padding behind him. Leon just shrugged as he looked over to the waitress person, I was still too drunk to figure out who the hell she was. She gave us our check and Leon passed her his card, writing down a substantial tip. God I need to call Kairi and have her drive me back home.

That morning, I woke up with the biggest headache in a month. Hangover really bites. Next time I'll actually try out that Chasers shit that I always see on TV.

After brushing, taking my morning urination, my morning shower, my morning jack off session, and the rest of my normal routine, I pulled on clothes, some kind of fitted black shirt and faded blue jeans and walked out. I was bored and I didn't want to go to the stupid practice session yet, I still needed to just walk and take a load off of my mind.

Looking at my cell phone, I realized that it was Monday, a few days before Kairi's birthday. Kairi was Axel's little sister and the one who would always cheer the band on and set up flyers for us. She even designed the cover of our last CD. She was going to be a great artist some day.

Now I had to think of something to get her. She loved art and stuff like that but I couldn't even tell the difference between acrylic and oil. That option was definitely out. Maybe I should get her a good book? She always talks about those boys' love manga that she loves to read and I knew most of the ones in America from when I lived in Japan. Things take years to come over here. It was ridiculous.

Deciding on that plan, I headed off to the bookstore. Downtown was pretty crowded and kind of grimy, but filled with lots of people, lots wearing the fashion for their social groups. Walking hurriedly down the corner, I found the huge bookstore and walked in, hearing that annoying little bell that all damn bookstores have, supposedly.

"Now let me see, manga..." I hummed to myself as I walked towards the left of the store. It was pretty cool, a huge building with two stories of just books. A nerd would cream themselves at the opportunity to spend a summer locked inside. But enough about that kind of crap, I need to get to the manga.

I walked over to the long section of the squat little books, English on one side and true Japanese versions on the other. Me, I looked over the Japanese ones first, trying to find myself something interesting that I could read to spare the time. Hanyou Karen Maiko, Hara-kiri-Kitty, Hattori Ni, I Ai Eye…

All of the newer ones looked pretty boring and I was about to give up when I saw the doujinshi section. Thank God for doujinshi! If the show that you like doesn't have the pairing that you want, a doujinshi could be your dream come true. Too bad that this section was mostly for Prince of Tennis. What the hell is that? Whatever girls want right?

Now for Kairi's gift. I looked at the translated manga and traced a finger across the spines. What would be something that she'd like? I'm not even gonna try to guess which issue of Gravitation she was on and I know she's not really into the hardcore stuff at this time. Hmm…

Seeing a tall thin issue called Only the Ring Finger Knows, I chuckled a little. This would be fine. It's not wrapped and I know that it doesn't get explicit or even remotely so. But I, being the retard that I am at times, didn't notice someone sitting on the floor right under me.

Note to self, before I walk anywhere, don't expect that there won't be some careless asshole not paying attention under you. Yeah, and eating carpet in the process isn't my idea of a great thrill ride in itself.

"Hey! What he fuck!" I yelled as I turned myself over so that I was propped up on my elbow, rubbing the side of my head. I felt a massive headache coming on.

"Sorry Riku-sama!" God damn it! It's the stupid otaku bitch Villmina from the other day! Why do Tuesdays suck so bad?

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself back up, only to have her tiny little being hovering under me. How the hell did she become so tiny? She's white for crying out loud! Oh wait, I am about five-eleven. I'll need to slap myself later.

"Riku-sama, are you alright! I've totally ruined your prettiness! I should go to hell!" she kept saying as she then rambled off as if she had accidentally knocked over a god. What the hell was she babbling on about? And why is she calling me 'sama'? That's a wrong usage retard. Unless she really worships me. I shudder at that thought.

All of a sudden, she gets on her knees and begins to bow. Oohkay… that is too fucking creepy for me. Unfortunately, I take a step away.

"Please don't leave Riku-sama! I haven't repented entirely yet! I'm not worthy of you!"

She grabs my ankle and I start to freak out inside. I really don't like hitting girls, especially kicking them. In this instance however, it seems necessary. Besides, she might decide to make a shrine on her sick little forehead if I do decide to do so.

"Um… Riku-sama demands you to stay there and count to a thousand for repentance while punching yourself at each hundred." I'm sick, I know, but using people who are way sicker than me is so much fun! How could someone in my position not use it?

Sure enough, she stood up, made an overly respectful and sloppy bow, and then started almost psychotically. "One, two, three, four…"

Holy shit, she's actually counting, and timing it with seconds too. It'll take her over fifteen minutes to finish! While she does so, I creep away from her and around to the other shelves in the store. She was too much in a trance to notice my disappearance.

Well, manga was now out of the option unless I wanted to make her do a headstand while singing Geikai Merry-go-Round, if that's what the song is called. I close my eyes, trying to figure out what the hell to get now. Maybe I could find some nice art books or a good sketchbook for her. I heard she was running out and she needed some more.

"Okay, where would the sketch books be?" I hear a loud yell and a continual counting. Heh, she reached her first hundred. The other customers looked over towards that area and then shrugged and continued looking over the books.

I turned around the corner to the art section and almost stepped back. He was there, looking over a book on Monet and his water-centered paintings. I may know little about art but I knew a good amount of Monet. His bright blue eyes gazed intently at the images, tracing a finger across some of the patterns. He seemed to be entranced in the pictures, sighing contently.

I stayed at the far side of the aisle, watching him while pretending to read a book about Goya. The man was a fucking psycho I'll tell you. His eyes lit up when he unfolded the centerfold to reveal the most famous of Monet's artworks, at least in my opinion, The Water Lilies.

At that point in time, he looked more beautiful than ever, looking over each paint stroke carefully, memorizing each of the colors that were put in to make the scene. The first time I had seen it was when I went with Kairi on her college trip to see them in some museum in Pasadena. It was as if the man had put the rainbow into the water, making it shine with more magnificence than any other place could have it.

Suddenly, the boy closed the book gently and walked down to the next aisle. Where was he going now? "Ahhhh! Oh God!" I heard Villmina shriek as she hit three hundred.

I shoved the Goya book into the wrong place and hurried my steps, trying not to lose him. I stealthily followed him down the store towards the occult section. This was the most annoying spot in the whole store. It was so dark because the lighting was bad that it felt like a dungeon with the second floor above you and the walls at both sides filled to the brim with thick and dark-colored books.

I was about to turn around the corner when I saw Yan looking over the spines of the hardcover books. The boy walked over to him meekly.

"Can I have this one?" he asked, his blue eyes looking up to him. He gave one of his dark yet affectionate smiles and ruffled up his already messy brown hair.

"Sure why not. You've been a good boy." The bastard then slipped a snakelike arm around his small waist and pulled him close to his body. The whole damn time I thought, why am I here? Why couldn't I just have fun watching that dumb otaku knock herself senseless, or why couldn't I have just got the damn book and left?

But me, being the retard at times, I just continued to watch like some sick kind of peeping tom as Yan gave him kiss after kiss, each time making me hate him even more. Hell, I could feel a new song coming on! The boy still held his book across his chest and blushed as Yan leaned him against the shelves, tasting him like a viper would a mangled field mouse.

Okay, I had to leave, this was getting a bit too intense. But my legs wouldn't move. Why? I averted my gaze and leaned against the edge of the bookshelf, still unseen. It was my luck anyway, the one person I really wanted was always taken or would be taken from me in the end. It was like that with Tifa when she decided to run off with my asshole of a brother. And now the mysterious boy from the club was taken by the poseur slime Yan.

"W-w-wait! Yan, what are you doing?" stuttered the flustered boy. I wasn't able to see what was going on so I just shrugged it off as I gathered myself to stand, thank god! I heard a slight ruffling of clothes and movement from against the bookshelf. What the hell was going on?

"Owww! Stop it!" he said in a pleading tone. Okay, this was getting creepy, I somehow found myself back against the edge of the other bookshelf again, trying to make out what was going on.

"Be quiet Sora. Don't be scared, you have to give me something in return right?" I heard Yan say and then more frantic wrestling.

"Stop it please. Not here," I heard the boy, who I now knew as Sora, cry. Okay, in any situation, even not in a secluded, dark, and quiet part of a bookstore like this, the conversation I was hearing was a bit wrong.

After thinking of some kind of quick plan, I stepped back and then proceeded down the aisle in a casual pace, pretending as if I had been unintentionally walking down that area. Yan stood back a little bit and straightened himself out, leaving Sora to press up against the bookshelves, his eyes so scared that I had to fight back the urge to hold him. He looked so miserable and broken, even more than when he used to watch my band play.

I coasted over to the side and pretended as if to look for a book. So far so good. Maybe I could just get Kairi one of these vampire catalogues. Hell, I don't know, it might spark up some kind of artistic nerve to make something.

"Oh, it's you," muttered the asshole as he walked over to my way, standing before me in such a non-threatening way. The idiot must really like to stand next to people and stare at them like an idiot. I just ignored him and continued looking.

"What are you doing here anyway, I didn't think you'd be the intellectual type," he said, using a lame insult. I rolled my eyes at the poor attempt. Hearing a small whimper, I turned my head slightly away from the shelf and looked over towards Sora. He was cuddled into the side of the other wall, furiously trying to rub the tears away with the back of his hand.

"What's wrong with him? You dump him or something?" I asked, adding a sarcastic tone to it. I needed to get an award for this.

"Oh him? No, he's just my little brother, whining as usual."

I froze. Sora is this asshole's brother? The one he was giving affectionate glances to and kissing like only lovers should, he was doing all that with his brother? Thank God I didn't have any lunch cause I would have puked it all up right now.

"You look surprised," said Yan as he leaned closer, creeping me out even more. He rested an arm against the bookcase, breaking a little too much into my personal space. I however, maintained my ground.

"Well," I shrugged, giving a glance to the brunette. "You don't look alike." Yan grinned and leaned in even more, creeping me out immensely. It was times like this when I wish I could beat the crap out of people.

"He's my half brother anyway. But why should we talk about him when we could talk about other things?" he replied, tracing his fingertips against the side of my arm. Okay, this little blue-eyed bastard better be grateful for me saving him from a possible rape incident. Too bad I might get assaulted in the process however.

"I'm sorry, I don't swing that way for just anyone," I said, giving him a firm glare. He grinned and stole a quick kiss, shrugging with a sigh. I think I'm about to be sick all over again.

"Suit yourself. Sora, I'll be expecting you at the house," said Yan, his last sentence giving an obvious hint about what was to happen there. Then he walked out.

I sighed and returned to the books, pretending not to care about the now quiet boy behind me. Hell, I knew that he was probably freaking out or some kind of shit like that. I only got kissed by the guy and I felt like I was going to hurl out all of the meals I had eaten in my lifetime. But, he didn't quite have that same reaction as I had hoped.

"Thanks a lot, now I'm in even bigger trouble!" I blinked and turned to look at him in confusion.

"Excuse me? I'm the one that fucking saved you in the first place!"

Sora then glared the coldest glare imaginable at me. It felt like someone walking on your grave or when you accidentally see your parent naked, it's too damn creepy to be real.

He then finished buttoning up the last buttons on his crisp white shirt and placed his hands on his nicely curved hips.

"So genius, what did you think was gonna happen since you 'saved' me? Was I supposed to give you some kind of tearful confession or was I supposed to sprawl myself on this floor and beg you to take me in thankfulness?"

"Either one works for me. Personally I'd prefer the latter."

Not to my surprise, the brunette gave a frustrated huff and charged out of the bookstore. Sadly, since I had nothing better to do at that current time and also for the fact that I'm a cocky jerk, I followed right after him.

"What's your God-damned problem? Are you some kind of sick stalker or something?" he yelled behind himself as he continued to power walk down the sidewalk. I just simply weaved in and out of the crowd of people with a playful grin.

"No, but I do believe you should give me a proper thank you at the very least! Like it or not, I did go out of my way!" I called back as I matched his pace, keeping a good distance behind him. In the back of my mind, I knew he was going to hit me if I got too close so I didn't want to risk that. At least, not yet.

He continued on in silence. "At least give me your name! I always see you at my gigs and I wanted to know who you were!"

When I said that, he stopped in his tracks, the swarm of people weaving in and out away from him. I approached cautiously and hovered a little ways behind him.

"You saw me there? You recognize me?" he asked as if he couldn't possibly believe it. But if someone was watching you as intensely as he was from the audience, it would be like finding the black sheep in a white room.

"Yeah, you seemed so into the songs that I always was curious." He looked me over in a suspicious way. What the hell was up with this guy? Where went the cute and broken emo boy that I always saw? There is no God.

He paused uncertainly and answered. "I'm Sora Night."

The next thing I knew, I was laying back in my apartment, in my bed, with the mysterious Sora sleeping silently to the side of me. My first thought was 'when in the hell did this happen?' Seriously. People don't usually tell someone off and then go to their apartment for hot and heavy sex, which was excellent by the way.

With my previous assumptions that women were far better in bed, I had been corrected. The ravenous sex that I shared with the coy little vixen in my bed was so near to implied violence that any simple girl would just call it rape. I can even feel the marks on my back from when he clawed at me relentlessly as I teased him and prolonged his wait to the mind numbing release we later shared. Listen to me, I'm rambling on about this! God it was amazing.

Shifting myself out of bed, I walked to the other room to see what time it was. Five-forty. Damn it, I was supposed to meet up with the band to practice today and I just totally blew them off. Even worse, Leon was going to kill me, especially if he knew that I skipped through it just for a good lay. It's not my fault that I take up the offers. Seriously, the man would probably get a lot more ass if he just sucked it up and screwed them. But then again, it'd probably suck getting nailed by an iceberg.

Walking back to the hall, I grabbed my now wrinkled jeans and shoved them on. Yeah, I walk around naked sometimes. After screwing around as much as I have, you start to not care who the hell sees you. You see each other in bed anyway right?

I dug my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Leon. Hopefully the bastard wouldn't be too pissed since practice was supposed to start about two hours ago. With my luck, the whole band could have been waiting there the whole damn time for me to show up.

"Hello?"

What the fuck? It's Rufus? How the hell is he on Leon's fucking phone?

"It's Riku, is Leon there?" I ask, knowing that I don't have to give the prick any kind of consideration. Even if I kissed his greasy ass, he would still trample over me like the dirt bag he thinks I am. I guess the guy can't help it; he's just screwing around with men so that his father wouldn't name him successor to the company in some kind of last ditch effort to force him into the ideal role he's supposed to fill.

"Leon! It's the little bitch on the phone!"

After a long pause and a bit of tired groans later, the King of Ice himself picked up his own phone. It took long enough.

"Where the hell were you? We waited for an hour and a half and right when they leave you decide to call," he groaned, obviously waking up from some kind of nap he was in the middle of.

"Oh, well you see…"

"Don't tell me you skipped out on us just to get laid."

He was now lighting a cigarette. Whenever Leon was stressed out or annoyed about something, he had the habit of smoking. It never really made any sense to me but if you were the unlucky bedmate of Rufus Shinra then you tended to have stress galore. And my bailing situation didn't really help either.

"Why are you such a damn psychic? I can't get away with anything," I sighed, plopping down onto the worn black couch. Sadly enough, the color used to be a deep midnight blue.

"Well, its not that hard to guess. You'd probably sell out your own mother if the girl put out enough."

"Whatever you say. Anyway, we needed to discuss what songs we were going to perform in our next gig."

"Well, I really don't care as long as you don't pick something stupid like 'Down with dreams.' That song is completely lame, I don't care what you say," said Leon coolly as he took another drag.

"Fine. Let's just use the song we just performed and the one with the complicated drum and bass patterns. That should be okay until I write up a new song or something," I replied. I needed to create something new anyway, the last song was one that I just thought of while I was going through another bout of sexual frustration. But then again, when I think about it, frustration has made some of the crowd's favorites. Can't beat a working method I guess.

"Yeah, well do that. I have to go, someone's whining like a little bitch over here. He probably drank all the beer again." I hold back a chuckle at this. For someone who was expected to take over the super-corporation of ShinRa Inc. and all of its minor companies, Rufus was useless when he didn't get his daily alcohol intake. The last time when he had gone without alcohol for three days, Squall ended up coming to practices half-asleep and only able to lean against a wall to rest.

"Okay, bye."

"Shut the fuck up I'll get your beer y-" was the last words from Squall for that conversation. Hanging up the phone, I then leaned back into the couch, looking up to the ceiling. I now need to create new songs; this was going to be fun. Whenever I made them though, it was always because I frustrated or when I was thinking about Sora. Now, I didn't really feel anything that was really songworthy at the most.

"God, now I have to think, that's great," I thought as I pulled up a lined piece of paper out of the clutter of candy wrappers and soda cans and picked up the nearest pen. Okay, I have something to write on, now I need something to write. Let's start off with the key line.

Living the…

Hmm…

Living the lie

This isn't going to work. "God damn it," I sigh as I run my hands through my hair in frustration. This isn't going to work at all, I need to just relax, it'll come to me later I know.

Laying back, I barely noticed the small messy head of brown hair sneakily making it's way to the door.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Where do you think you're going?" I say as I grab his arm just before he opened the safety lock on the door. It was pretty obvious to tell that he was trying to run out as fast as possible. His black knee-length punk-styled shorts were hurriedly fastened with his belt still unbuckled and his shirt was only halfway buttoned. From my position, I could tell that the buttons were fastened wrong and had to hold back from laughing at that.

But when he glared back at me, I remembered the same exact look from at the bookstore. He changed from the coy little vixen that he was and back to being the total brat that he loved to pull off so well. Life just keeps getting better and better.

"How dare you grab me!" he yelled as he sharply pulled his arm back, making him drop the small bundle of clothes in his arm.

"How dare I grab you? Cause you're leaving that's why!"

Sora averted his eyes and focused on the door, as if trying to figure out a way to get it to open without his hands. Pretty much impossible if I could help it. Besides, what is the problem with him spending the night? He's here anyway and at least I could be a good partner and fix him dinner or something, sex never goes without an after intercourse meal, it's practically a rule.

"I-I have to get home. My… brother is waiting for me and I don't want him any angrier than he already is," he muttered, his eyes faltering slightly at the mention of that asshole. I practically forgot that the bastard was waiting for him to come back, probably for a good rape-fest no doubt.

"Oh yeah, so he can drag you in to 'teach you a lesson?'"

"Don't say that!"

"You know it's true Sora! He's slime and no one does that shit to his own brother!"

"Just shut the hell up!"

Yeah, I deserved that half-punch-half-slap that I got for that. And hell, I know that I deserved the tear-filled glare of pure hatred and loathing that I shortly after received. But one thing I didn't deserve was the painful feeling of regret that I felt for saying that. I said truth, and I knew it from the way he looked at me. The acknowledgement of that really fueled my hatred towards Yan.

"Just don't talk about Yan like that," he said, trying to sniff back his tears, his hands obviously shaking in anger and what I also could tell to be humiliation. "He took care of me when Mom died. And Dad didn't even want to look at me! Yan was the only one who even gave a shit about me so don't act like he's the scum of the earth."

"But you can't take that kind of thing from him. Even if he lifted the world for you, he treats you like his personal whore."

A small tear escaped down his cheek but he kept his eyes down, those beautiful eyes downcast.

"I take it be-b-beacause I… love him. And he loves me. So let me go to him."

And after he said that, he walked out of the door and left my life for the next few weeks.

A/N: Wow, this is a really weird and belated chapter. Well, I hope that it is satisfactory. I suddenly got the urge to type up on this story and I finally finished for the second chapter. This one was gonna go in so many ways, trust me. But I think it came out like it needed to be. It isn't too cliché and it isn't too angsty… I think. Ah well, I believe that it works. So please review on how you like or disliked this chapter. I really wanna see how many people liked this. Well, the next chapter should be out soon if I can get it out before I start college, it's so soon too! Well, until then! Bye!