Warning: Health Hazard
Chapter Five
"Please, please, please, please, please!" begged Kairi, ready to go down on all fours and grovel.
Kairi wasn't the sort of girl who did things like that – let the common people hunker down on the unhygienic floor like dogs. She was far too sophisticated to do anything as desperate and needy, but right now she was the embodiment of frazzled nerves and bitten nails.
She'd only just managed to drag the unconscious Sora up the many flights of stairs in her house, cursing and fretting and worrying all the while. She hadn't wanted him to pass out, and she wasn't exactly a girl with a build suitable for such a task. Sure, she was healthy – nobody could say she was anorexic, unlike a lot of other stupid girls who aspired to be like Kairi and ate nothing but lettuce leaves all day – and could throw the discus further than all the girls and most the boys in P.E.
But she was still Miss. Skinny-no-muscles, and she never snacked in between meals. Ever. So it was obvious who had the upper hand here, in this mad game of tug-a-war. Kairi vs. Sora. Kairi, attempting to haul a lazy boy who lived on a strict diet of potato chips up five flights of stairs.
People had offered to help her carry him, but she had spun them some yarn about him being her burden. That wasn't the real reason, obviously – Kairi would've loved some help in the form of an older kid who played soccer and had muscles the size of Europe.
She just couldn't have people exploring the house – she was too afraid that they might discover her biggest secret. Her biggest secret, that was stood right in front of her refusing point-blank to let Sora crash in her room until he recovered.
"Pleeaasseee?"
"No, Kai. This is my room. Got it? Myroom. As in: you keep out. You AND your weird, freaky, preppy-like friends!"
"But he's not even my friend, per say…" A lame argument, to be sure. Friendship had nothing to do with that.
"Then I don't want your random stalkers in my room either! I've had enough of fucking stalkers, thank you very much."
"You're just all beaten out of shape because Riku-"
It was here that Kairi's side of the conversation abruptly ended, her 'loving' sister reaching forwards and pinching her lips together. All sound was halted, the two girls shooting each other pointed looks that clearly read 'DEATH'. Gee, maybe the family had ties to the Grim Reaper or something… Kairi'd have to ask her where she put her scythe.
"Look here, Kai." Her voice was dangerously low, relinquishing grip on her sister's mouth, the fish-lips disappearing. "Don't you dare bring him into the conversation! He has nothing to do with this! I'm just not one-hundred percent happy with the idea of nursing one of your party guests! I thought you didn't want your friends knowing I even existed. Go dump him in your room."
Kairi growled, a little bit irked that her sister was being so offhanded about the whole Sora thing, acting like he was a pizza that simply needed to be shipped from room to room.
"You know he can't stay in my room! It's being redecorated!"
"You can leave him amongst the bricks and bits of wood, right? If he's not your friend then you don't need to care about how comfy he is."
"But I can't just… I can't… I won't! That's a horrible thing to do to somebody who was knocked unconscious! Can't he stay with you, Nammy? Pleeeaaasseee? You could go and hide somewhere when he wakes up and then he'll never know."
"Great. I'm going to be evicted out of my own house to make room for your boyfriend. This is my bedroom, remember? NOT a hotel!"
Pink spots flared up on Kairi's cheeks, and she choked on her next string of 'please, please, pretty please'es. "He… Sora… I mean… He's NOT my BOYFRIEND!" she cried indignantly, placing her hands on her hips and attempted to look cool, confident, Kairi-ish. The effect was ruined somewhat by the blush still spread across her face.
"Awww. Kairi has a crush on someone. How sweet."
"I'm not joking, Nam, I'm being serious! I need some place to let him rest! I can't drop him outside by the main road like he's some hobo!"
"I could."
"Yeah, but you're evil and I'm me," Kairi replied, staring at her sister pleadingly with large eyes, similar to the ones puppies wear on the RSPCA adverts that try to cajole a few dollars out of you. "Please, Nam? Please."
"Get on your hands and knees and beg and then maybe I'll consider it," Naminé replied with a grin that revealed her sharp little teeth, pink-n'-black arm-warmer'd hands crossed over her skull-splattered top.
Little Miss Goth-thing and Little Miss Preppy-thing – the ultimate showdown.
"Alright, you want the grand tour?" asked Naminé sweetly, dragging the still unconscious Sora into the dark depths of her bedroom. And it truly was dark – the walls were painted black, posters featuring bands such as 'Trivium' and 'Sum 41' tacked loosely to the walls. There was an old computer kicked into the corner, felt-pen messages scrawled around the screen, spike-studded jewellery sat on the black bookshelves completely devoid of reading material, a pair of black boots could be seen, kicked under the black-'n-red, grim-reaper embossed bed. The only thing about the room that seemed slightly normal and teenage girl-ish was the mattress on the floor and the small pile of magazines and CDs next to it. Those were the things Kairi had managed to salvage from her room before the nice builder-people knocked a hole through the wall and pulled down the baby-blue wallpaper, and Naminé treated them with distain.
"Well, this is my room," she said, pivoting around on her black goth-boots, a full 360. "Don't you dare touch nothin'. And that shit-" here Naminé pointed at Kairi's junk that was lying neatly on the floor, "-is Kai-Kais. Feel free to touch it all you like. Although I don't think you will… You seem pretty unconscious at the moment."
The girl snickered, before dragging the body onto Kairi's mattress. "Alright, you stay there. I'm going to go get a drink. God, can you believe it? Kairi told me I can't got downstairs in my own fuckin' house 'cause some of those preppy shits down there might see me. God, she's so ashamed to be related to me. But, then again… I'm ashamed to be related to her. It balances out. Yippee," she muttered sarcastically, leaving the room. "I'll climb out the bathroom window and slide down the freakin' roof. Nobody'll see me then."
The girl slammed the door behind her, leaving Sora in the middle of her goth-like room, still peacefully unconscious, without a clue as to where he was.
Riku cursed, and then reminded himself not to open his mouth – the boquet of roses stuck in there would only fall out, or lodge itself into his tongue if he moved too suddenly.
It was hard work, scrambling up the drainpipe. And painful – he'd bumped his knees and cut his hands a fair bit. And well, if you add a boquet of thorn-covered roses into that equation, then you've just created a new death sport.
Never mind glass eating, skateboarding off a roof or driving a motorbike over fifteen vans – shimmying up drainpipes with pointy objects in the mouth was all the rage!
The metallic taste of blood filled Riku's mouth, as he continued his wild, upwards scramble.
Perhaps, if he'd been paying more attention, he would've noticed the object of his adoration sliding down the roof a few feet away, but as it was he was far too busy trying not to fall off the building. Which he had done – thrice, now.
Finally, he brought his hand up and hit Naminé's bedroom windowsill. He hauled himself up, feeling victorious, and was all set to let himself in, hand his lady love the roses and recite a ballad about how much he loved her, when he stopped.
He stared.
He blinked.
He gasped.
There was another guy in Naminé's room.
There was a random kid in his girlfriend's bedroom.
Naminé's black goth-boots hit the ground, and she pivoted on the spot to face her silver-haired stalker, letting himself into her room.
"Now there's something you don't see everyday."
She shrugged, and pulled a handful of munny from one of the (many) pockets on her chain-and-belt covered pants. She could hear a strawberry milkshake calling her name all the way from the corner shop down the road.
a.n: And much is revealed. The mystery of the blonde girl Sora saw is cleared up, Kairi has a secret sister and Riku is a crazy stalker who is obsessed with her.
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