Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. We all know that I don't own Kingdom Hearts . . . such a shame sighs heavily and goes off sulking in the corner of the room
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I froze. That voice . . . oh holy shit! I stood there in shock. The shirt I was holding slipped from my loose grip and feel to the floor. If there is a God, he definitely hates me. Why, oh why did Riku have to be here! I thought everyone already left the locker room! My eyebrows furrowed as I mentally cursed my luck. Why you may ask? You're probably thinking that I should be ecstatic that Riku is talking to me and that he actually knows my name!
But of course not. I am most certainly not happy.
I am standing here practically naked and since God is so desperately trying to make my life a living hell, Riku is probably leaning casually against the pale tile walls with a fucking seductive smirk tugging at corner of his lips and looking goddamn sexy (mmm yummy)!
Now let's think.
Here we have a drop dead gorgeous model type 'a guy (whom I happen to be in love with . . . well maybe infatuated is a better word) standing here and talking to me, in an extremely silky, alluring voice . . . that can only mean one thing—major embarrassment for me. I'll let you take a stab at that one.
I slowly turned around to face my fantasy: Riku. Just as I thought, he was leaning against the wall with his toned arms folded neatly across his chest. He looked at me with those stunning eyes of his, not saying a word. Unlike me, he was dressed, with the exception of his shirt, but who was I to complain about that after all I was getting a pretty nice view of his washboard abs. I blinked dumbly a few times, trying to register what was happening in my head. Oh yes, Riku was talking to me wasn't he?
"Huh?" I blurted out my lame reply. Oh nice one Sora! What a fucking great first impression, he probably thinks I'm a real dolt now.
"You're Sora, right?" He repeated raising a slender silver eyebrow, his smirk never leaving his pale lips.
"Yeah . . . what do you want?" Once again, my brain refused to function properly and only came up with mindless responses.
"Oh no, I don't want anything in particular," yeah . . . go on . . . "I was just curious whether or not you're that same cute goth kid who's been staring at me all day. That's all." He chuckled lightly.
I paled. He saw me staring! Damnit! Wait—wha? My eyes grew to nearly twice their normal size. Did he just call me . . . c-cute!
"Did—did you just call me cute?" A look of surprise and disbelief spread across my face. I was so damn flustered! For Chrissake, why the hell did I have to be this nervous when he looked so fucking calm and collected?
He didn't answer my question. All he did was laugh in response, as if what I had just asked was the funniest goddamn thing he'd ever heard.
My face flushed and my left eye twitched slightly from embarrassment. Riku slowly walked towards me and bent down. (sadly I assure you it's not what you think) When he straightened himself I saw a smile adorning his features.
It was a real smile, not one of those phony smirks he seemed to always wear. But before I could say anything to him, a black shirt hit me in the face, obscuring my view. I pulled my t-shirt off my face to find that Riku wasn't there anymore. I nearly died when I felt steady, warm breath tickling my ear.
"You might want to put that on . . . class starts soon."
Oh fucking hell. The sexy bastard has managed to get me all flustered yet again. I felt heat slowly travel towards my groin. I could have really killed my sensitive ears right about now 'cause what was happening to that little guy was definitely not what I needed at the moment. I squeezed my eyes shut and worked on keeping my breathing steady and um some other matters under control.
Riku's footsteps towards the door echoed throughout the locker room. When I thought he was gone, I let out my breath I was holding and sank to the floor.
"God damnit!" I yelled, but stopped myself from saying any more when I heard a familiar chuckle reached my ears. Fuck, he was still there.
"Oh and Sora! You might want to be a little more discreet the next time you decide to, you know . . . ogle someone!" With that Riku laughed and exited the room.
" . . . " What. The. Hell. Oh what the freaking hell.
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So . . . my first encounter with Riku didn't exactly go as I planned.
I had the scenario all worked out in my mind (yeah yeah, I'm just that much of a loser, but don't say you've never done it either). The first thing I thought I would do is find out a few key facts about him (from friends of course) such as, where he's from, what he likes to do in his spare time, or any other essential tidbits of background information that could lead me to casually initiate a witty and engaging conversation with him. From there I'd . . .
Well I hadn't really gotten that far in my planning, but I knew that I needed to establish a good first impression, which I'm not quite sure I did.
Damn it.
You know, I hadn't even thought of saying a word to him until a week or two into the school year, let alone the first fucking day!
Eh. Anywayy here I was, trudging down the hallway and scuffing my shoes along the tiled floor. I was already late to my last period class all thanks to a silver-haired bishie. Because of him I had to jump back into the shower and stand there for a few minutes as freezing cold water poured over my body. All so I could act normally in class without being all horny and crap. Checking my watch, I found that I was close to fifteen minutes late. Pfft whatever. I hitched my backpack higher on my shoulder and continued to shuffle down the corridor. I was already late, what was a few more minutes?
My last class of the day was . . . wait for it . . . ummm. Yeah okay I had no friggin clue. I was too damn lazy to check my schedule, though it wouldn't have mattered much what class I had since I didn't plan on attending it.
My mind was a fucking mess.
It's been pretty much all over the place, filled with incoherent and abstract thoughts and such ever since my first glance at Riku. Plus, I was all dizzy, my head hurt like hell and over all I just felt like shit. I couldn't concentrate for anything.
Okay so maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. Give me a picture of any hot model and fuck yeah, I could concentrate perfectly (ya gotta love how all those damn hormones work ne?) . . . heh . . . but anything school related? Nuh-uh. That definitely wasn't going to happen.
So I skipped class. Pfft big freaking deal right?
The only problem now is that I was bored out of my friggin mind. Not that it would have been any more riveting in class, unless ya know, listening to an old fart drone on and on about crap ya don't give a fuck about is your idea of a good time. Tch, didn't think so.
I wandered around the school aimlessly for a while—five minutes to be exact. I sighed heavily and began to walk towards the arts building. I figured I could go fuck around on a drum set to ya know, kill some time. I used to play the drums a lot, back before I left home. It would drive my parents up the freaking wall. They absolutely hated them to no end. But the funny thing is they bought me the drum set in the first place.
The doctor told my parents, it would be good for me to have a hobby of some sort. He recommended the drums (for God knows what reason but hell I'm not going to complain). Said it would help me vent my pent up anger or whatever. I guess it worked . . . sort of.
Made it easier for me to piss off my parents at least.
I continued my walk to the band room, all the while humming quietly to myself. When I reached the band room I pressed my ear against the cold, metal doors to make sure no one was inside. The doors were hardly sound-proof, so it didn't take much straining until I figured out that the room was pleasantly vacant. I made my way up the semi-risers and over to the far left corner of the room towards the drum set. The band room was a pretty nice room with a high ceiling, cream colored tile floor, and white walls covered with picture of various famous classical and jazz musicians and composers. There were even some rock band posters littering the walls.
Grabbing a stool, I plopped myself down at the drum set and grabbed a pair of sticks. I sat there twirling the sticks in my hands for a while, thinking of what I should play. I knew a lot of songs sure, but I hadn't played the drums in a while and I was pretty rusty.
So I decided to just try out a bunch of different songs by some well-known j-rockers, most all of them are by my all time favorites.
I warmed up a bit with Tariraritarara by Miyavi. It starts off with this fun thirty second drum solo. Famiresu bonbaa is another song that I kind of fucked around with—it's by the Sex Machineguns. Then I played Dir en Grey's Umbrella, Mangetsu ni terasareta saigo no kotoba by Pierrot, and even the song Last Scene by Supercar. I'm not really a fan of Supercar at all . . . but the drum part in this song is kind of cool. Bleh, I really like j-rock it's cool and it has a different sound from other rock. It's even better when you understand what they're saying like I do haha.
2:53. Class was going to be over soon so I thought I'd play one more riff. My song of choice: In Agony by the j-rock band Luna Sea. Singing the lyrics to myself, I carefully drummed out the even paced rock beat.
I played the song eyes closed. My eyebrows were furrowed down in concentration to the point where it almost gave me a headache.
I couldn't mess up, ya know? I wanted to play it perfectly. Not because I really loved the song or anything, in all honesty it kind of pissed me off, plus it wasn't really my genre—too slow. No, I wanted to play it right because of all the meaning behind it. The words drove me absolutely mad.
kono machi no dokoka ni hashilu
sakehmeh ga alu
massugu ni tatehnai hito ga
ochiteh yukuyo
Somewhere in this city, there's a deep crack running through it
The people who can't stay standing up straight tumble down it
I became so focused on playing and so completely engulfed in the piece that I failed to hear the door open and the faint buzzing of a guitar amp located a few feet in front of me.
But what I did hear was a fucking amazing guitarist start playing the song exactly in time with my drumming. Christ, it startled me so badly.
ashita no owali ni kinou ga
ilozuitehku
kitai wa shinai yo nanimo
mou umaleh nai
Yesterday comes alive as tomorrow ends
I won't expect any more, Nothing new will be born
My eyes flew open and I damn near dropped my sticks. A few feet in front of me and to my left stood Riku. He was playing with me. I was completely awestruck. He looked so fucking incredible—not that he wasn't good looking all the time . . . but he just looked so damn hot playing guitar with his lower lip caught between his teeth . . . and silver bangs falling delicately over his beautiful eyes.
naiteh iluno ima boku
wa
sono fukami ni hikaleh teh
yuku
Am I crying? Now
I'm allured to the depth of it...
It was funny. He almost looked vulnerable like that. He no longer sported a cocky smirk—instead his face was almost contortedwith feeling and emotion.
He played the guitar extremely well. Hell, this guy was fucking perfect! He had even adapted the guitar part with other chords and short, yet elaborate riffs to sound less repetitive And just as I began to think that he couldn't possibly amaze me anymore, he started to sing. His voice was fluid and sonorous, it absolutely blew me away. I was enchanted by his singing.
yu-uki wa nai kehdo
hidoku itandeh ilu
kiehtaku nalu hi wa kimi ni
kakeh teh miluyo
I don't have courage, but I'm in agony
If I feel that I want to disappear, I'll dive into you
I was drowning in ecstasy, and I felt like I was falling, floating or whatever. It was like a dream. I was on some foreign island, though it felt like I'd been there before. So peaceful. I looked out towards to ocean and saw Riku standing amidst the crashing waves. He looked like some kind of angel, his silver hair blowing in the wind.
He turned around to face me. A smile . . . so beautiful. He held out his hand to me, all the while his turquoise eyes twinkled in the sunlight. They bore into my soul, quietly scrutinizing. And it made me shiver.
koleh ijou nanika o sashidaseh
ba tsukameluno
akilamehcha inai kehdo sakehbuyo
What more can I give? How can I get a hold of it?
I haven't given up yet, but I scream anyway
I stared into his eyes to search for an answer. What did he want? Do I take his hand? Then suddenly understanding, I ran towards him.
An unnamable force pulled me violently towards Riku as a fantastical wave began to swell behind him. But I kept running. I wanted to feel his touch, his warmth. I just needed to reach him.
I was almost there.
The wave peaked.
And I dove.
I was drowning as I fought to grab his hand . . . and he did nothing to help me. My lungs burned as I breathed in water, and I stole one last glimpse of Riku before the current overpowered me. Riku.
walaehteh luno ima boku
wa
tashika na koto wa kimi
dakeh ga likai dehkilu kono
muneh no itami
Am I able to laugh? Now
If I could sleep inside you...
One thing sure, is the pain inside my heart
That only you can understand...
I swam and broke the water's glassy surface. Gasping, I breathe again . . .
And with the last chord I was stirred from my reverie.
I sat there breathing heavily long after we had stopped playing. Riku's face was lowered, the incandescent lights casting playful shadows across his face. He was brilliant. And I wanted to play with him again (don't be a pervert!), I mean who wouldn't? Seriously. I guess I should ask him . . . well, here goes nothing . . .
"H-heyy . . . you're really good, great I mean, at playing guitar!" nice stutter, idiot. "Do . . . do you maybe want to jam with me some other time?" I knew I looked and sounded pretty desperate, but I couldn't have cared less at that moment.
He smirked. "Sorry . . . but I think I'll pass."
Ouch, shut down!
Running a hand through his hair, he gracefully turned around and sauntered out the door.
So there I was sitting, with my lower lip jutting out to form an angry pout, eyebrows furrowed, and glaring daggers at the closing door.
Damnit! Why, oh why does God hate me so much?
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I was positively fuming, not to mention depressed when that bastard left the room. You'd think he could have at least said something like "maybe later" or whatever seeing as he was able to call me cute earlier that day, but no. He had to just completely shut me down and cause my already low self-esteem to deflate even more. And it's not like he was even mean about letting me down . . . I guess I just got too worked up about it. I felt so horrible about myself that I ended up taking out my stress on the massive bass drum in the back of the band room. I kicked it in—completely smashed the thing . . . along with a couple of music stands that got in my way.
Umm oops? Heh. I knew I was going to be in deep shit if I stayed in the room any longer, so I grabbed my bag and bolted towards the door. I was a second away from turning the door knob and escaping any and all punishment when the door opened, letting the band teacher and a mob of students pour into the classroom. The band teacher just had to schedule an after school practice. Well there went my plan to leave scot-free.
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"What the fuck did you think you were doing Sora! You know fucking well that you can't destroy school property!"
"But Cid gimme a break! It's not like they weren't falling apart anyway . . . I just sort of . . . helped them along a bit."
"Goddamn punk. It doesn't matter what shitty condition they were in before, what matters is that you completely destroyed the school's band equipment!" he barked while pulling out a box of cigarettes and lighting up a fag.
Good 'ole Cid. Always getting on my case about shit. Cid is the guidance councilor for my grade . . . shows you just how fucked up Traverse High is ne? But you can't help but love the guy.
"I hate to do this to ya kiddo, especially since it's only the first day of the new school year—" I sense a 'but' coming on here, "—but you're suspended."
Well, except now.
". . . WHAT! Bastard! Cid!"
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That fucking prick! Luckily I'm only suspended for one day and since yesterday was Thursday, I get today off. A long weekend yay! But I still have to pay for all the damages to school property. I never really realized until now just how strict this damn school is.
At least I don't have any annoying parents breathing down my neck for getting suspended.
With nothing else to do, I decided to waste my day away by pointlessly flipping through the 200 channels on my cheap-ass television. There was absolutely nothing to watch! I stared at the small analog clock hanging crookedly from the wall. It read 10:37. I'd only been up for roughly ten minutes and already I was bored out of my fucking mind.
Ring, ring!
Ughh why would anyone be calling me now? Anyone I know who'd be calling is still in class right now. Stupid phone.
Ring, ring!
"Oh would you please shut up!" Great . . . now you're talking to an inanimate object, nice one psycho boy. I threw an old ratty sofa cusion at it. Missed, damn. And the shitty thing keeps on mocking me.
Ring, ri—
"Hey, I'm not home right now so leave a message and I'll oh fuck it—"
Beep!
"Sora you idiot, pick up the goddamn phone!" Who the hell is that? S'not Tidus or Wakka . . .
"It's Cloud." Riight and I'm a rich snob.
"I know you're home!" Well yeah. I bet the whole fucking school knows I've been suspended by now. Gossip travels like wild fire.
"Whatever. Anyway, I'm calling to invite you to a party this Saturday night—" Hold up. A party? Since when in hell do I get invited to parties! "—at 9:00, my house." At Cloud's house none-the-less! Something was seriously fucked up here.
"So I'll see ya then." . . .
"Oh yeah, Riku says 'Hi'."
Beep!
Goddamn fucker.
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A/N: You guys I am SO INCREDIBLY SORRY! Seriously I just had a horrible writer's block these past few months, plus I was searching my ass off for a song that I thought might fit the chapter (I hope it does . . . I'm still not too sure ) Anyway . . . this chapter's a bit longer than what I'm used to writing, but I hope you like it! I'm so sorry for keeping you guys waiting, I'm sure you're all ready to kill me by now. Heh. And this will not become a song fic/the fic will not revolve around this song . . . I just put it there because I think it helps to foreshadow what is to come/tell a bit about Sora's life or whatever . . . please don't kill me
Thank you guys so much for all of the reviews XD It really cheers me up when I'm feeling down and motivates me to write more. Thank you for reading! I love you all! 3 And thanks Mai! She's my lovely beta-reader. she helps me with different ideas I'm dabbling with. glomps
Aoi
PS – Suggestions for the storyline would be greatly appreciated! I'd love to hear what you think should/will happen! XD Oh yeah also does anyone want to do a co-write? I feel like if I'm working with someone, I'll be more capable of sticking to deadlines you know? If anyone would like to take me up on a co-write please tell me through e-mail me or a review.
Oh yeah . . . sorry for this second update ehheh. I just realized, after reading a review from Ayeshagirl that I made a mistake when I uploaded this file. I originally typed this chapter to be for Adult Fan Fiction which doesn't do the whole author alert/story alert thing that does, so that's why I wrote "if anyone wants to be e-mailed whenever I update my story/be put on a mailing list . . . " blah blah in the author's notes. Sooooo yeah I just got rid of that okayy so if you got an e-mail from saying that I've updated my story with a new chapter or w/e . . . well I haven't sooo sorry to bother!