NYMPHETAMINE

Just a little idea I had to try out. In my first version of Satan's Day, I had Sora temporarily goth. So I took the gothic Sora idea and combined it with my favorite Final Fantasy characters. And this is the result. After this chapter, feel free to skip the disclaimer, warnings, and pairings, as they cover the whole story.

Disclaimer: The phrase, "You know our sacred dream won't fail the sanctuary tender and so frail. The sacrament of love, the sacrament of warmth, is true. The sacrament is you," is from the song "The Sacrament" from the band H.I.M. I do not own the song or the band. The German sentences, ""Seid bereit für den Coup des Jahrhunderts. Seid bereit für den teuflichsten Pakt. Ich plan' es seit Jahren Jetzt gibt's Fraß Trotz allen Gefahren So ein Spaß Gerissen verbissen So viel Fraß Ganz ohne Gewissen So ein Spaß Als König gebohren zum Herrscher erkoren Erglänz' ich in all meiner Pracht," are from the German version of "The Lion King." I do not own "The Lion King" in any language. I do not own Riku, Sora, Roxas, Axel, Demyx or Zexion from Kingdom Hearts. I do not own Sephiroth, Cloud, Aerith, Kadaj, Yazoo, or Loz from Final Fantasy VII. I do not own Squall Leonhart from Final Fantasy VIII. I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy VII or Final Fantasy VIII.

Warnings (Entire Story): Blood drinking, yaoi, implied sex, implied yaoi, implied incest (Kadaj/Yazoo), implied nudity (humor purposes), death, blood

Pairings (Entire Story): RikuxSora, CloudxSquall(Leon), AxelxDemyx, implied KadajxYazoo

Summary: Sora is your normal everyday kid. Riku is the only true goth at school. Force them into a debate about what is right and is wrong, and loves blossoms. But there's always someone that wants to destroy love...

Chapter 1: Time is the Ruler of All Change

Riku, a mere 15-years-old, typed, black nail polish slightly chipping from the speed. He rests for a second, sipping a blood-red liquid from a wine glass. A pink tongue quickly runs over the pink lips as Riku reread his work.

"Goths are not evil people. Just because one of our happy little family worships whom you people call 'Satan', does not mean that we all do. We are individuals, our own person. We all choose different paths through the rocky mountains called life. Some paths are forced upon us. We are who we are."

A voice from behind alerted Riku, who whipped his head around to see a chuckling Kadaj, his 16 year old brother. "Reading aloud again, brother?"

"Quite loud," another voice added. Yazoo, a year older than Kadaj, walked with light steps so he was standing by Kadaj.

The fashion sense of the little family was different than most. Riku stook to fishnets, black t-shirts and grey camoflage pants. Kadaj liked to wear a black cloak over his solid black long sleeved shirt and tight pants. Yazoo was slightly more normal, if you excused the fact that the black t-shirt with a long sleeved of the same color underneath, along with his normal-fitting pants, were hand-made by himself. The family had lost their parents in a car accident. Loz, the oldest brother, was 17 at the time, but was easily passed off as 20 or older. In the small family, Loz, now 18, was the only one who wore normal clothes and didn't have his stubby fingernails painted black. In fact, his fingernails were practically nonexistant compared to Yazoo's inch-long nails.

Kadaj walked over to Riku, his steps slightly heavy, and swiped the wine glass away. "Drinking blood without us?" Kadaj asked, a grim smile on his face.

"Caught red-handed again," Yazoo chuckled.

Riku shrugged. "While you're up, could you get me more?"

The three simultaneously burst into laughter. "You are too much, brother!" Kadaj managed to squeeze out between laughs.

&&&&&&&

"Goths are evil. All of them worship Satan. Some of them are even in gangs like the one called Unstable. Those blood-drinkers should keep to themselves. In the future, maybe we could ship them to the moon!" 14-year-old Sora typed.

"You're going to fail if you write like that, Sora," Sora's brother, Cloud, who was 3 years older, kneeled down next to the hyper brunette.

Sora only stuck out his tongue.

"Have you been listening to Mom again?" Cloud asked.

"Yeah, I betcha she was goth when she was 14. I mean, 'Aerith', that's like, goth or something," Sora added.

Aerith, their mother, was only 18 when she had Cloud. Three years later, Sora was born. But their father decided that two children, nonetheless two boys, were too much and left.

"Cloud!" Aerith yelled from downstairs. "Squall is here!"

"Don't be too loud this time," Sora joked. Cloud lightly punched him in the arm.

"If you think we're loud when the door's shut, then you'd best not be in the room."

Cloud ran out the door and down the stairs.

"I wonder if I'll be that horny when I'm 17..." Sora asked himself as he printed the essay. Closing his eyes, head supported by a fluffy white pillow, he wondered if sleep would come tonight. He had to read the essay in front of his English class tomorrow, and it was giving him butterflies.

&&&&&&&

"Tenshi Sora?" the teacher asked, tapping her pencil on her desk. "Report?"

Sora gulped nervously, but nonetheless went up and began reading his report.

Riku thinked while watching Sora. 'Such a small body, but it's so beautiful...I just want to pin him to the wall now.'

The thought train was shattered as Sora began reading his last paragraph. "Goths are evil. All of them worship Satan. Some of them are even in gangs like the one called Unstable. Those blood-drinkers should keep to themselves. In the future, maybe we could ship them to the moon!"

This was a debate, Riku quickly remembered. Retaining some politeness, he raised his hand after Sora's last sentence.

"Hidari Riku?" The teacher asked.

"I object to his statements," Riku explained.

The teacher nodded, giving permission to Riku to debate whether or not Sora's conclusion was fact or fiction.

Riku cleared his throat and began reading from his paper. The classmates stared in shock; Riku hardly talked during class.

"Goths are not evil people. Just because one of our happy little family worships whom you people call 'Satan', does not mean that we all do. We are individuals, our own person. We all choose different paths in the rocky mountains called life. Some paths are forced upon us. We are who we are."

Sora glare-pouted at the silver haired teen. "Then why do you dress funny?" Sora asked.

"'We all choose different paths.'" Riku repeated.

The class took this as an opportunity to ask Riku millions of questions. All of the other "gothic" people in the school, quite frankly, scared them.

"What music do you listen to?" "Do you think Country plus Rap really equals Crap?" "Are you part of Unstable?"

The class froze as soon as they heard the word 'Unstable'.

Unstable was a gang of seven goths of many backgrounds. Although none had gotten arrested due to crimes, although it was one of the few gangs that haven't done anything illegal, people loved to make fun of the goths involved.

"Well," Riku began, "That's for me to know, and you to find out."

The class was silent, until,

"Are you a vampire?" Sora asked.

Riku could've sworn he saw the class sweatdrop. But nonetheless, "No, I am not a vampire."

&&&&&&&

"Dude!" Demyx, a goth with a dirty blonde mullet, yelled.

"Dude!" Axel, also gothic, but has firery red hair, mocked.

"Axe..." Roxas muttered, the third goth in the group.

Yazoo, Kadaj, and Zexion, a goth that had "emo" hair, sat in the corner discussing "important matters".

"Got a guy, Zexy?" Yazoo asked.

"...No. And don't refer to me as that," Zexion replied.

A tall man with extremely long silver hair walked in and cleared his throat.

"Yo Sephiroth!" Demyx yelled.

Sephiroth, the tall man, nodded in response. A moment of silence passed before he spoke. "Where's Riku?"

"He's at school, brother," Kadaj answered. Kadaj called everyone in the little group his brother. In a sense, they all were.

"He realizes that he's the only one in Unstable that's involved with one...?" Sephiroth questioned.

"I wouldn't see why not," Roxas said. "I mean, he's the only true goth there. Everyone else is either an emo or a poser."

Everyone in the small group was wearing a black trenchcoat, black jeans and boots to match. The gloves were a nice addition as well.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," Riku said, walking in wearing similiar attire.

"School problems?" Yazoo questioned.

"School questions," Riku corrected. "We got into a debate about goths today, and it eventually became a real mess."

"Most people cannot comprehend our beauty, remember brother?" Kadaj asked.

Riku nodded his head in response.

"Now, onto the matters," Sephiroth spoke, motioning for the gang to sit at a small, rectangular tables. Glasses containing crimson liquid, most likely blood, sat upon furnished wooden coasters.

"Our provider of blood is going out of business," Sephiroth began. "So it would be..."

Riku zoned out. He knew that they didn't need blood to survive, so why was there such a big deal about it? His thoughts gradually drifted unto Sora, the lithe body squirming as waves of pleasure coursed through it. A voice snapped him back to reality.

"Brother?"

Riku shook his head. "Sorry, I zoned out."

Yazoo released a sigh of relief.

"The blood?" Axel asked.

"..." Riku thought. "I really don't have any opinion on it. We don't need it to survive, and I don't understand why it has become such a big deal."

Zexion nodded. "I side with him."

"So it is an even split," Sephiroth observed. In the room, all eight members were there. "From what I understand, Riku, you're still in school?"

Riku nodded.

"See if you can convert someone into being a goth. Do it gradually, so you do not arouse suspicion. Then, when you feel that he or she will feel completely comfortable with us, bring he or she here."

"I understand."

Riku looked at the walls of the shabby, run down place that was his second home. A message was scribbled on the wall:

You know our sacred dream won't fail the sanctuary tender and so frail. The sacrament of love, the sacrament of warmth, is true. The sacrament is you.

&&&&&&&

As the three brothers walked back home, Riku couldn't help but remember that day from long ago. He had just joined Unstable. It was a ritual to write that message on a wall, just as it was a ritual to drink blood. He remembered painting it onto the wall with the ceremonial crimson paint. He remembered signing his name. It was almost like he had signed a pact with something unnatural, like a fallen angel.

Riku gulped, eyeing Sora. Even though everyone liked the brunette, he still sat a table alone during lunch. Taking a deep breath, he gracefully slid into the chair to Sora's right in a heartbeat.

"Why are you sitting with me?" Sora asked.

Riku shrugged. "No one wants to sit with me. And it looks like no one wants to sit with you. I thought you could use some company, even though it's not the best."

Sora smiled. "That was thoughtful. Thanks."

The beauty of the smile caused Riku to pull off one of his own. "Yeah. I was wondering, do you want to hang out after school?"

Sora cocked his head. A goth was being nice to him, even after all of the nasty things he said yesterday. In addition, it would be rude to decline..."Sure. What do you want to do?"

Riku bit his lip. "Well, we could go get some ice cream or something."

"Wait, goths eat ice cream?" Sora exclaimed.

Riku smiled warmly. "Yeah. Our sense of fashion and music is different than most other people, but that doesn't mean we eat differently."

"So...you're pretty much normal, besides the clothing and music?" Sora asked.

Riku nodded. "Almost as much as everybody else. But think about it...isn't everyone different? No one's the same."

Kadaj smiled grimly as he watched the scene unfold through the window. He stood outside in the autumn weather, just thinking...

'Riku has no idea what brother is planning. He isn't going to be used for the blood debate, most people can realize that! Brother's going to be pleased when he learns that Riku already found a fitting person to be sarifice!'

&&&&&&&

"Well..." Sephiroth began. "It was a slim chance, but I was hoping that Riku would choose Sora."

"But Riku loves Sora!" Roxas protested.

"It means nothing. Luckily for us, he has forgotten that once every 10 years we need a sacrifice..." Sephiroth chuckled as Roxas shook his head.

"But what if-" Roxas began.

"It does not matter!" Sephiroth boomed. "Victory is within our grasp, can you taste it?"

&&&&&&&

Riku handed Sora an ice cream cone, keeping one for himself. Relaxing in the semi-comfortable seat, Sora started up a conversation.

"So, what's your family like?" Sora asked. "Are they all goths like you?"

"Well, two of my brothers are goths, the other one is just normal."

"What are your brother's names?"

"..." Riku thought. Should he or shouldn't he? "Kadaj and Yazoo are the goths. Loz is the normal one. You'll like Kadaj though; he's fun to be around."

"So let's go!" Sora yelled excitedly. Inwardly, Riku winced. 'How could a guy yell that high pitched?'

Luckily for Riku, Kadaj was home. "Hello, brother," Kadaj greeted.

Riku nodded his head. "Yazoo and Loz?"

"Shopping. Poor Yazoo didn't have a choice...Who's your friend?"

"My name's Sora," Sora chirrped.

"Well, I'm Kadaj. I'm sure brother has told you all about our happy family."

Sora nodded. "But he didn't say anything about your mother or father."

Riku and Kadaj's faces held sadness. "You see..." Riku began.

Kadaj decided to explain the story. "Just over a year ago, mother and father died in a car accident that was caused by a drunk driver. Since then, Loz, our eldest brother, has mostly become our parental figures."

"Huh?" Sora asked.

"Our parents died and Loz takes care of us," Riku explained, rolling his eyes. Kadaj chuckled; Sephiroth would be proud of his brother's choice, even if his brother wasn't fully aware of the danger.

"Brother, why don't you show Sora around the house?" Kadaj asked. "I have some homework to do, so if you would excuse me..."

Riku and Sora went up the stairs as Kadaj returned to the kitchen's table, where several books in a foriegn language lay open.

"Woah..." Sora breathed, staring at Riku's room in awe. Inside the small, yet somehow spacious room, was a computer and a decent sized mattress lined with black, silky sheets. Posters of bands, such as Cradle of Filth and H.I.M., lined the black walls. On the door, a strange and beautiful design was painted with red ink.

"I take it that you like it?" Riku asked, smirking.

"Yeah...Why do you have so much makeup?" Sora asked, pointing to the dresser where several makeup and accessories, ranging from eyeshadow to eyeliner to nail polish, covered the surface.

"Well, my skin and nails aren't like this naturally," Riku chuckled. It was then that Sora took notice of Riku's black nails.

"What about your hair?"

"Natural," Riku said as he motioned for Sora to take a seat.

Riku turned on the stereo and set it at a low volume, so that the loud music of Deicide wouldn't be too distracting.

"So..." Riku began, "How would you like to be converted into goth?"

Sora blinked. Once. Twice. "Um..."

"You don't have to say right away. I understand. Want me to get Kadaj to explain it to you?" Riku asked, pulling out a cell phone to text message his brother.

&&&&&&&

In the speed of light, Kadaj was up and seated on the bed besides Riku, legs crossed in a casual manner.

"So, brother tells me you want to become gothic?" Kadaj asked.

Sora nodded shyly.

"No need to be shy!" Kadaj coaxed. "If you decide to become one of us, I'm sure you'll adore our happy family."

"If you want, you can even become a part of Unstable, a group of most of the goths in the city," Riku added. Kadaj laughed inwardly. Riku could be so naive at times, even more so than Sora!

"Yes," Kadaj agreed, handing Sora a piece of paper and a pen. "Write down your interests on that."

Sora cocked his head in confusion, but immediately began writing.

A few minutes later, Riku was reading aloud the contents of the paper. "Chains, straps, leather, ice cream..."

"There are many ways to work with those interests, Sora," Kadaj said. "Brother has some clothes that do not fit him anymore, and I'm sure he will not mind giving them away to a new member of the family."

Riku smiled as Kadaj left to retrieve Yazoo's old clothing. When Yazoo was 14, he had the same tastes as Sora.

&&&&&&&

A mere 30 minutes later, Sora seemed to be a changed person.

-------------------------------------------------

Okay, people, here's what I'm planning to do from this point. If you want an update, you must give me:

3 reviews.

Any constructive critisism is welcome, but you can just say you liked or hated this chapter.