Author's Note: It's not about sex, it's not about love, and everybody's talking shit!
Cheekon's Note: STOP SINGING THE PINK SPIDERS!
Alter Ego's Note: I LOVE COOKIES!
Title: TeXt Me
Creator: Um… YOUR FACE!
Genre: Romance, Humor, Mystery (kind of, not really), Yaoi (that's a genre?)
Rating: M for mature… who cares!
Summary: Riku is the only goth at school who is hated by football star, Sora Harada. So with a screwed up life, Riku gets an Internet secret admirer. Wait until he finds out who it really is!
Disclaimer: Look at the previous chapter!
Warnings: Lots of cussing. And two boys kissing in some dirty locker room. WHOOT!
TeXt Me…
Satan…
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Welcome to my screwed up life! Ha! Everyone at school keeps looking at my damn silver hair. What the hell you looking at, you slut?-! What! Wanna a piece of me, geek?-!
Okay, I can be a little paranoid. Especially the person you absolutely hate sits right next to you in every class.
That's right. Sora sits by me in every. Single. Class.
Look at him, pointing out I actually possess silver strands sticking out of my scalp. Dude, get a life!
The teacher was babbling on about how we should take care of our bodies and stay abstinent. Yep, I'm in Sex Ed…the most non-interesting class in the world. We actually had to cover up a banana with a condom to demonstrate how a condom slips on a penis.
Ew…
The teacher was surprised when I walked in class; no make up, silver hair, and wet clothes. Yeah, I stayed in my clothes. I didn't want to call Satan or his wife to get me another pair. I could live…
DING, DING!
The sound of freedom. Not really… I had to go to P.E. Great, now I had to watch guys change into their gym clothes while talking about how they had sex with the hottest girls. I didn't believe in none of that shit. Nor did Sora…
Wait a minute! Why the hell am I thinking about that asshole?-! For god's sake, he's the one who makes my life a living hell here!
Okay, here I was, skipping P.E.; the teachers here don't give a damn. Everything is about academics here. Like any of us fuckers were going to become the next Bill Gates, or something. Whatever. I checked my phone to see if MD was on, leaning against the wall.
He wasn't; there was no new message. I heaved a sigh as soon as the door opened. My right eye twitched.
It was the jock asshole, Sora. He always came late to class; I simply didn't care. He just walked past me, going to his locker. I ignored his very existence just like he did to me. I didn't realize he was watching me until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around.
"What, asswipe?" I still hated him even if noticed me without pulling a prank on me. Sora just smiled, his blue eyes twinkling with cuteness.
Whoa… cuteness…? That wasn't even in my vocabulary. Back to reality…
"You know, your silver hair," Oh god, here it comes with the ridicule. "I really like it."
See… that hurt deep down—! Wait…
"I really like it…"
I blinked to make sure this was real. "What?-!" The proximity was closing between us until he backed me up against the wall, his hands on my chest.
"I didn't stutter," he whispered.
Sora was too close… damn libido! He smirked.
"You know Riku, you're really attractive…" His head began coming closer… then closer… then…
We kissed.
MY LIPS ARE TAINTED…! Wait…this feels good… OH MY GOD! I'M KISSING MY ENEMY! WHAT THE HELL IS WITH ME?-! Mmmm… his tongue's in my mouth…
I could find myself slipping my hands on his shirt then lower to his… ass?
WHAT?-!
Hands… why are they squeezing his ass… and why do I like to…? Oh, god… I'm getting horny… Go away, perverted Riku!
I pushed him (I'll admit I pushed him gently) off me, panting for air. God! He's a good kisser! Shit!
He blinked. "Riku…"
I glared at him, putting my goth exterior back on. "What the hell, Sora! I didn't know you were fucking gay!" I exclaimed. He averted his eyes from me. He mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't hear.
I wasn't going to wait for an answer. I left the locker room, ran out of the problem.
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Sora watched his so-called crush leave. He smirked.
"Riku, I'll get you. One way or another…" he chuckled to himself as the other students came in the locker room, ready to go home.
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I sulked out of the school premises. Well, tried; my sister came running towards me along with my brother walking calmly.
"Hey, Naminé--!" I was cut off by her wrapping her arms around me. I raised an eyebrow. "I… can't… breathe…"
"Oh, sorry, RIKUUU! How was your day back?" she asked, removing me from her death grip. I sighed.
Should I tell her that my enemy called me attractive and kissed me less than ten minutes ago? Nah…
"Fucked up. How 'bout you?"
Naminé rolled her eyes. "A lot of guys asked me to go out with me again, but all in all, it was good… How was yours, Zexion?" Naminé asked as Zexion finally caught up with her, a lopsided smile on his. Strange, he hates smiling lopsided.
"Nothing much," he muttered, a tint of pink on his face. I smirked but kept my mouth shut. Until a particular smart ass approached us.
Guess who it is.
If you guessed Cheekon, you suck at guessing. If you guessed Sora, you get a million dollars.
"Hey, Naminé I wanna ask you something," Sora said, Naminé turning to face him with a smile. He gave me a smirk.
What's his problem… he wasn't plotting against me, was he? Wait, that was his hobby, never mind.
Sora faced my twin sister, a cheesy smile plastered on his face. Some sort of tension hung over us for some reason.
I think what he did next was probably the reason why.
Sora gave Naminé a kiss. My eyes went wide.
"Naminé, do you want to be my girlfriend?" Sora asked. My eye twitched.
Please, I beg of you, Naminé, do not say yes…
Lady Luck was never on my side though…
"Yes," she calmly said, giving Sora a kiss on the mouth. I heard them both groan for some time. I just stared, bewildered. Naminé was kissing the most revolting person ever to face my life.
Okay, third to most. Satan was number one while Satan's wife was number two. I turned my back toward them and began running home. Zexion followed me, also disgusted by Naminé's choice of men.
"Of all guys at this school, why did she pick Sora?" I muttered, quickening my speed. Zexion shrugged, keeping up with the pace.
"Who knows…?" Zexion sighed.
I gave him an icy glare. "Why are you following me…?"
"Because you know what happens if Naminé or I don't follow you home." That made me shut up. I sighed.
It's still going to happen but it wasn't going to be as bad as going home by myself. We reached home and entered inside. Satan was there, sitting on the couch. Zexion slipped by him, saying "hi" before leaving to his room. I envied him. I couldn't go past so easily.
"Riku," Satan said, turning to face me instead of the damn TV. I'm busted.
He got up and came towards me until the second person of the day backed me up to the wall. He grabbed a fistful of my shirt and punched me. I only rolled my eyes at the action. Damn, I regret that I did.
He pushed me down to the floor and tackled me, his blows becoming more accurate. Why not dodge, you ask?
Simple; he hits me harder. I was silent as the assault continued. I don't complain like I used to.
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"I hate you!" my father screamed, breaking things, throwing dishes at me. I was only thirteen. I tried crawling under the table but a firm grip grabbed my leg. I couldn't help but scream in agony.
"Let GO!" I said, thrashing my fists at him. Satan began slapping me, beating me to a bloody pulp. He then grabbed a broken glass and began running it down my arm. This stopped me from thrashing about and made me scream harder, the tears spilling.
"STOP! I SAID STOP, YOU FUCKER!"
I had accidentally dropped the dish and the cup.
"Sorry, Dad I'll pick—!" Satan saw me and grabbed me by the hair. I felt a pain running down my scalp.
"AHHH!"
"Why the fuck do you try to ruin our lives, you brat! Your mother and I work too hard already and then we have to take care of some brat who breaks things on purpose."
"I'm sorry…" Tears began to drop down. Satan slapped me again, reaching for a beer bottle. He hit me with it until it broke after the third hit to the head. My head was throbbing in pain. I felt something wet in the back of my head, trickling down my neck. I screamed.
"WHY! WHY DO YOU FUCKING HIT ME, BASTARD?-!" I got another blow to the face with his fists. He stopped when Naminé walked into the kitchen.
"Stop…" she hiccupped, sobbing loudly. Fifteen-year-old Zexion burst into the kitchen and pushed Satan off me. He held me in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. He removed my clothes and told me to take a bath to wash some of the blood off me. I obeyed.
After the bath, he wrapped some bandages on my wounds. He kept his eyes on me.
"Why don't you tell anyone…?" he asked quietly. I frowned.
"Why don't you tell anyone?" I asked firmly. He placed a thumb under my eye and wiped a tear away.
"Because I don't want to tell if you don't even tell somebody about your own problems," he snapped. I averted my eyes away from him, staring at my bandaged hand.
"I hate pity."
Zexion just shook his head. "You need it," and with that he left the bathroom to let me think over the future.
The future in which I don't ask people for help, never be in a relationship, and become the only goth at school.
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It took me awhile to notice the hitting stopped. I only shrugged at the pain and sulked into my bedroom. There was Zexion, watching some Korean movie about some tutor going out with a Twenty-one-year-old high school student. That movie was hilarious but really messed up. He gave me a cold stare as I slumped on my bed.
"You really need to tell somebody—!" he began.
"SHUT UP! I DON'T CARE IF YOU TELL ME I NEED TO TELL SOMEBODY! I DON'T NEED THEIR FUCKING SYMPATHY!" I sneered, saying it loud enough for him to hear.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine… I'm not the one who's going to regret if I don't." He got up and left me with the tutor on the movie to be beaten up by some girl gang.
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Overheard conversation in my bedroom on the bed:
"Riku, wanna know what me and Sora did on our date?"
"No."
"Oh, come on, big bro."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"WE HAD A FRENCH KISS!"
"So…" I was still really pissed of at the asshole for kissing me. And I winced as I made the scowl appear on my face, the bruises stinging.
Naminé frowned. "You got beaten up by Dad again, huh?" She referred to the bruises on my face.
"If you're referring to Satan, yep," I replied, turning over to lie on my back to stare at the shadows on the ceiling.
Naminé shook her head. "Anyways, to make you happy, do you want to see the hickey Sora gave me," she began to use her fingers to pull her pink collar to show the purple bruise.
"Ewww…" I said, turning my back against her. I saw Zexion walk in, a smug look on his face.
"You guys got tired of fucking each other?" he mused. Naminé giggled and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, Zexion, we fucked each other senseless and Naminé here is showing the hickey that I gave her," I answered sarcastically. Zexion put himself on the bed next to me, chuckling.
"No. I was showing the hickey I got from Sora on our date," Naminé said, pouting. Zexion raised an eyebrow.
"Don't tell me you already passed first base… My innocent little sister already getting serious with the jock." Zexion chuckled at the look Naminé gave him. She never could pull off an angry look. I just laughed under my breath. It was then the phone rang. Zexion pulled out his cell phone from his faded jean pocket and put it to his ear.
"Hello? Oh, hey Axel…" Zexion looked at us.
Naminé's eyes went huge. "You like Axel?"
I smirked. "Wow, Zexion… And to think I thought I was the only one with hormonal problems…"
"Shut up…" he hissed. "Oh, I wasn't talking about you babe." Zexion said to Axel. My smirk deepened.
"'Babe'? Getting a bit soft, huh, bro?" I got another glare from Zexion. Naminé giggled, amused at my comment.
"Shut up! ...No I wasn't talking to you, Axel. My jackass of a brother won't shut up. He's really pissed off at me." I snorted. "No, you can't beat him up for me. He already gets beaten…" he trailed off when he saw my death stare. "By me," he quickly added.
I guess he got the point of not telling even his own 'babe' about Satan. He left the room, his voice fading away down to his room. I sighed, rolling on my stomach. Naminé smiled.
"Why am I the only one with no hormonal problem?" she muttered.
I shrugged. "Don't. I think going out with Sora is a big problem enough," I sneered. Naminé frowned.
"Are you pissed t my decision of saying yes to Sora?" she asked.
"No…"
"Well, kind of," I corrected.
Naminé only gave me a pout. "I like him no matter how much you hate him, so…"
I rolled my eyes. "I get the point you do if you really wanted to show that hickey." I pointed at the bruise on her neck. "Are you serious that the punk gave you that…?"
She nodded. "Uh-huh. He did it in front of a lot of people at the skating ring. I thought it was cute. He kept on whispering I was his number one person. But the downfall…"
"What?"
"He kept asking about you."
I didn't find that surprising. I think the kid wanted to enjoy belittling me by going out with my twin. I only didn't really care that much.
But… if he hurts my sister, he dies…
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Author's Note II: How shitty was this chapter before being revised? How shitty is it after revisions?
Cheekon's Note II: REALLY SHIITY!
Alter Ego's Note II: DITTO!
Next in TeXt Me:
—"I really like you, Riku…"
I gave him a bewildered look.
—"I think we should break up."
I balled my fists. How could he?
—"You have to spend time with each other. That's your punishment," the principal stated. I gasped my mouth open. I was not going to go through with this bullshit.
—'I was raped by my father. I thought he loved me like couples do but he raped me and beat me up. I cried.'