A/N: I started this a SoKai, and I will finish it a SoKai. Patience, people.
Am I dead or alive? C'mon make up your mind!
Shut it, Sora. You're halfway. You're a Nobody. You're a Heartless. Any more things you'd like to waste my time with?
My head hurts. Badly. I need a Cura.
Cura will kill you. Or so I say.
I hate you so much.
I hate you more. At least Riku doesn't complain.
So what? I'm not Riku.
Anyway, forget Sora. Don't get me wrong, I love Riku, but all of us has been...infatuated with someone, no? I want to make them all more human. That's why I wanted to write this fic. Oh, and I also wanted to test whether I'm a humor or a drama writer. Whatever.
I repeat, I willfinish this a SoKai, happy or tragic ending, I will finish it a SoKai.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Yes. You do get my point after seventeen chapters of saying this, don't you?
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XVIII: Heartless
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Panting, Riku straightened himself up, careful not to make too much noise (as he dusted imaginary dust from his shoulders--he's used to the whole dramatic entrance thing) as he stumbled out of the Corridors. Abstinence from using portalling for a year had made his skill a bit rusty (forget the whole portalling-into-an-unsuspecting-crowd-of-preschool-children-and-making-them-run-for-their-lives incident), but this night called for drastic measures.
He berated himself for not realizing it sooner, and if anything happened to Sora because he was too late---
Okay. No violence Riku, no violence.
He sprinted across the carpeted corridors, his Keyblade at the ready. Ready to pry out what happened out of King Mickey. Riku didn't care if he was the damn King, if he had harmed Sora in any way, he's so dead.
Riku sniffed.
There was a faint scent of mouse in the air, and like the Wielder-sniffing bloodhound that Sora had always likened him to, he followed it across the Colonnade. He stopped in front of the door to the Library.
He put a hand on the handle, not really paying attention to the fact that there was another very faint scent in the air, because he was just about to confront the King, and he needed all the concentration he could get.
Taking a deep and angry breath, he push the door open.
"King Mi---"
"Holy!"
Everything went black.
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King Mickey looked up from where the overhead light reflected from the platinum hair on the floor that belonged to a very unconscious Riku.
"Do you really have to do that?" he asked, furrowing his forehead.
Not only Riku was sprawled on the floor, but a passed-out Captain of the Guards, an asleep Royal Magician, two Brooms, and three Court Advisers. Mickey wrinkled his nose at the way Donald's foot was shoved against Goofy's snout.
She smirked. "I don't want to be disturbed."
"But they--"
"They'll wake up wherever they came from, and think that all of this is a very vivid dream, I'll see to that."
He snorted derisively. "Riku won't fall for such a thing."
"Really, Majesty, you should know the capabilities of my powers by now. After all, you and that wretched Ansem--"
"Do not talk about him that--"
"Shut up, or I will shut you up."
He fell silent, wishing very much that his Keyblade was clenched in his hand. But she'd probably incapacitate him in the time it took to flex his fingers.
"Now, King Mickey, where were we before such a rude interruption...? Ah , yeah, about the Reports..."
Mickey sighed, staring blankly at the sheaf of papers in front of him. His gaze flickered to the protective case that once held the Dark Keyblade, preventing its extreme darkness from seeping out and overwhelming the Cornerstone (which, he remembered, he still had to Enable). No mortal could take it out except for a Wielder.
It had been missing ever since he had left Sora in Xemnas' care.
He gulped nervously. If the Court caught news of what he had done, he's a dead mouse. What exactly did he do to deserve this?
She tutted. "You killed Sora. He's nothing more than a bunch of light and darkness right now; he's as dead as a walking corpse."
He gritted his teeth, a stream of very obscene words flowing through his mind.
"I can hear you cursing me."
"I know," he smiled painfully.
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"Okay. You aren't going to kill me?"
"Depends," Axel said, shrugging. (and shifting his shoulder slightly--letting a very quiet Larxene sit comfortably while leaning on his shoulder) "If you piss off the wrong guy, you might just end up dead."
"Not that I'm alive, anyway." Sora said, sighing (for the dramatic effect, since his emotions have been pretty much nonexistent since three hours ago) as he shifted his position in his chair slightly. Demyx (or as Antiform said, mullet-kid) had unexpectedly drenched him with ice-cold water sometime between Xigbar proposing Sora to be number XIV (or something like that, the eyepatched Nobody spread his 'dude's' far too thickly for Sora to comprehend what he was saying) and Vexen asking Xemnas permission to drug Sora and conduct, as he put it, 'educationally beneficial testing of my hypothesis'. Now instead of being covered and dripping in blood, he was covered and dripping in ice water.
Okay, he didn't like the look on Vexen's face when Sora complained he didn't exactly relish the feeling of water being dumped unceremoniously on his head.
"Let's go through this again," he muttered as he propped up his elbows on table. "You--you're Xemnas."
The silver-haired Nobody nodded stiffly, as if he still couldn't believe he had gotten a heart.
Yeah, frickin' right you are there.
"Xigbar, Xaldin--"
Dreadlocks were never Sora's thing, not when said owner had tried his best to throw him off a bridge at Beast's Castle. Well, he did say he was sorry.
"Uhm...Vexen (he paused at this point, not wanting to see the gleam in the Nobody's eye), Lexaeus, Zexion."
A well-built man(understatement!) with hair that looked as if it had been electrocuted into something that vaguely looked like sun's rays grinned at his name, raising a hand in greeting. At least he did something. Zexion seemed to be staring at Larxene as if he had never seen her before.
Xemnas had told Sora that these were the two members were the ones who actually forced Riku to revert to Ansem, and Sora would have been pissed off, if he had any emotions left, so Sora just sighed and let them be (Lexaeus with murmuring next Friday's menu, and Zexion with ogling Larxene).
"You guys are Ansem the Wise's (Xemnas' cough would have been much, much more convincing if Xigbar, Xaldin and Lexaeus hadn't coughed at the same time) helpers, right?" he asked.
"We'd prefer apprentices, thank you," Xaldin snapped.
"Whatever. Okay. Saïx, do you know I hate you?"
The said blue-haired berserker grinned toothily. "Naturally."
Sora grinned back. Having no emotions opened a whole lot of possibilities, that he had just realized. "And do you know that the pointy ears are seriously cool?"
If possible, Saïx grinned wider.
Sora turned his gaze over to the now grinning-like-mad-because-Larxene-is-leaning-on-him pyromaniac dubbed 'Flurry of Dancing Flames'. "Axel, I've got your name memorized already... Demyx--"
Larxene whimpered and buried her face in her folded arms. Now not only Zexion stared, but the whole Organization XIII stared at her amusedly.
"Demyx, Melodious Nocturne, please next time you want to give me a bath, tell me first--"
Said number Nine grinned as he patted Larxene awkwardly on the back, oblivious to the murderous glares of Axel, Marluxia, and Zexion.
"--and no matter what anyone says, you're on hell of a fighter (it was true, after Sora killed him at the castle gates of Hollow Bastion he had been a bit weary of large bodies of water), stop grinning, your face will split. Luxord..."
A neatly ordered man with a funny accent nodded regally, his hands shuffling yet another pack of cards rapidly. Where he hid all those decks, Sora had only one logical idea: up his black sleeves. How they stayed up there (Sora squinted, his current deck had a particularly naughty---okay.) ? He may never well know.
"Marluxia--"
A brunette (he says it's brunette, but Sora thinks it's still a bit pink) looked up at him briefly and quirked a smile before resuming to glare daggers at poor Demyx. Hm. Maybe he had a crush on Larxene. That was very plausible now, since he actually had a heart to feel with. Or shard of heart. Whatever.
"...Larxene. Uh, can I ask you something?"
"What?" number Six, Eight, and Eleven asked simultaneously, before proceeding to shoot death glares at each other.
"I'm asking Larxene," he pointed out. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Roxas stuff his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
"What, Wielder?" the blonde asked tiredly, shifting her head up on her palms.
"Uhm." Sora considered asking why she had burst into tears earlier, but decided against it, he didn't want to Fade because of a dangerously pink scythe or twin chakrams or whatever Zexion used. He cleared his throat. "Your hair...I think the last time I saw it---"
"It's not my hair. It's my Other's. I'm reverting to Arlene."
"You're what?" Axel yelled, making her wince and cover her ears. For some reason Zexion scooted over and nudged Axel, placing his hands protectively on Larxene's shoulders. Snarling, Marluxia brushed said hands off and threatened to cut them permanently.
"Cripes. I said, I think I'm turning to Arlene!" Larxene flushed before burying her face in her arms again.
""I think' is way different than 'I am'," Sora pointed out, but his voice was lost over the now very loud and looking to be very much violent shouting match between Marluxia and Zexion.
"I told you, get your hands off her!" Marluxia hissed.
"What, does she belong to you?" Zexion hissed back.
"D'you think she belongs to you then?"
Zexion took a step forward, staring the brunette in the eye, who recoiled slightly. "Mar--"
"Okay, okay, I think she belongs to nobody," Axel cut in, eyeing the two of them. "Marluxia, stop acting like you want her to be your girlfriend (Sora was not the only one who choked in disbelief), because she obviously doesn't. Zexion, stop acting like she's already your girlfriend, because she's just not. Go back to being your normal emo self, would--"
"Then stop acting like you're her knight in shining armor," Zexion said coldly.
"I am NOT. N-O-T, got it memorized?"
"Thank you, Axel, but I can spell words fine on my own."
Marluxia smirked, folding his hands over his chest as he stepped between the bickering men and Larxene.
Sora rolled his eyes. Giving a heart to these people was like feeding a forest fire or something. He walked over to his Other (he was the Nobody now, right? So technically Sora's the Other Side now), who was now watching the fight, entranced.
"Rox."
"Roxas."
"RO--"
The blonde blinked and shivered. "Sora?" he asked, staring up at him for a split second before averting his gaze.
"What?"
"You haven't seen yourself, haven't you?"
He paused.
Hoo boy, you're in for one hell of a surprise.
"No."
Roxas' brows furrowed, his hands playing absentmindedly with his black sleeve. "You...you should stay here in the Castle, at least for tonight."
"Why? Riku and Kairi are probably sick with worry right now."
"The King had seen to that detail, " Xemnas' face loomed out of the darkness, making the both of them jump.
"Stop sneaking up on me like that," Sora said angrily, his Keyblade (his stomach flipped over; it was still the Dark Keyblade, only with much, much more blood than usual) coalescing in his clenched fist. "And what do you mean, has seen to that detail?"
"He had forseen that you might need a...rest from the spotlight," he replied, a smile curving his lips slightly as he stared Sora up and down.
"Hell yeah he does!" Roxas exclaimed. "He gets stabbed!"
But Sora wasn't listening. There was this gut feeling that King Mickey had done something drastic. His eyes widened.
"WHAT THE HELL DOES KING MICKEY HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?" he roared.
The room fell silent.
Sora looked for an answer in the silent faces around him. Roxas suddenly found his hands very interesting. Sora felt like shaking his Other violently until he got an answer. Antiform was laughing, as usual.
You are too dense, buddyboy!
"ANSWER ME!"
He snarled at the unbroken blanket of silence that covered them. His left hand flexed unconsciously, itching to tear through something alive.
"I SAID---"
"Sora." Luxord spoke up. "To summarize, it was actually because of him that this had happened in the first place."
He felt his knees falter as Luxord continued explaining, with almost all the other members adding something along the way.
King Mickey had decided to make him swear fealty not only to the Court, but to the Light as well.
He knew it would most likely kill Sora, yet he took the chance.
Kairi had tainted the Keyblade with darkness.
Instead of taking Sora to his friends when he was near death, the King had chosen to leave him with Xemnas, well away from the castle.
"How do I know you tell the truth?" Sora demanded angrily, not wanting to believe anything that they had said. He trusted King Mickey. With his life even. He left his life on the islands for the King's letter, for crying out loud.
"We offer no proof but what is currently happening now to you," Xemnas said simply.
Sora fell to his knees, faith and trust shattered.
King Mickey thought him an expendable Court subject. He was being used.
Oh, God.
Buddyboy, would saying I TOLD YOU SO help?
Sora gritted his teeth, not able to stop his left hand from clawing through the marble floor, leaving a rough indentation.
Yeah, I didn't think so. He laughed again. Stupid Antiform. Always laughing.
But Sora was a Wielder, and Wielders didn't usually break down like that, especially when you're a Wielder with nonexistent emotions running through your veins.
Besides, he's practically dead. Nothing much worse than that.
"I'm gonna go home now." He stated flatly.
"No!" Roxas yelled suddenly. "I-I mean--"
"The King has instructed me to send you to him as soon as you are completely recovered," a very calm-looking Xemnas said.
"Who gives a damn about him, anyway?" Sora breathed angrily. "Why do you care, Xemnas? He was the one who told me to kill the Organization in the first place."
"We--"
"I don't have time for this..." Sora huffed. "Nice seeing you guys, but I have school on Monday."
He spun around on his heel, wondering if he could get back to Destiny Islands before lunch. Roxas caught his wrist in a clammy hand.
"Sora! You can't!"
"Why the hell not?"
"You---uh, you need to rest! You've been stabbed twice tonight!" He exclaimed frantically.
"I'm fine." Well, considering that he has still sore in places, and his scalp had decided to start bleeding again, he was fine. Really.
"No you're not, " Roxas said triumphantly. "Xemnas said the King'll take care of everything, so you don't have to worry about Riku and Kairi worrying."
"I don't care, I want to go home."
"You need to wash up, at the very least," Vexen coughed, exchanging glances with Xemnas.
Sora stared down his shirt. Well, he had a point. He felt an incoming sneeze, really, Demyx shouldn't have dumped water on him. Now he felt a cold coming on. Thank you, Demyx.
"I guess..."
"Third door on the right."
Sora trudged out of the meeting room, remembering he still did have to scrub the floor.
"One of my coats are there! The one on the far left, okay!" Roxas called out after him.
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"Riku, hey, wake up!"
"Mmah..."
"RIKU!"
Kairi giggled as she watched Riku literally fall out of his bed in surprise. He stared indignantly at her. "What are you doing here? And how did you get here---"
"I told you guys to change your lock, I jimmied it again," she said mischievously.
"You should stop doing that."
She laughed, plopping herself down on his comforter. He backed away slightly as suspicion bloomed in his aquamarine eyes.
"Oh come on, Riku, you don't sleep late on a Sunday..." she whined. "I want to go out."
"You could always go out on a Sunday," he said cautiously.
"Not alone!"
"There's Selphie. Or you could just call Naminé. Or the tons of girlfriends you have in your phonebook."
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"Yeah."
"You are so evil!" She exclaimed, hiding her hurt expression behind a smile. He wasn't laughing.
"I don't think you're..." Riku trailed off, sitting down beside her and staring at the floor.
She sighed. "Listen to me. Sora left, without even a word. He doesn't care about us, his friends, anymore. He's exchanged us for something else...I hate him for that."
"Kai, you don't mean that!"
It was true; she could never hate Sora. Sora would always and forever hold a part of her heart. But what about the rest that he didn't occupy? If she let herself dwell on him, she knew she'd become a recluse, never wanting anyone to interfere with her sorrow. She didn't like making anyone else sad. She needed to move on. Her mind told her to, and her heart was slowly conceding.
She didn't need Naminé to make her forget a certain brunette. She lived in the present; Kairi Dalmasca never did dwell on her past. She told herself never to. The fact that she had no memory of her past helped.
"Okay, so I don't hate him. But I can't dwell on him forever, Riku..." she breathed. "My heart would break."
Screw the fact that she most certainly broke Sora's heart. But knowing him, he's bipolar enough to forget in a day what she had done.
She certainly hoped he didn't.
"You're such a crybaby," he teased suddenly. Kairi sniffed harder, leaning on Riku's shoulder.
She loved Sora, that she knew. She loved someone she could never have.
Hm. Maybe she could learn to love someone more...reachable.
Maybe.
She hoped she couldn't.
She was hoping for a lot of things today.
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"Oh. Oh. Aaaaaah!"
Sora frantically tried to calm a near-hysterical Naminé down, who had just happened to open the bathroom door as he was zipping up one of Roxas' coats. It was actually nice to know that the coats were part of a set; the black muscle shirt and the equally black pants fit him perfectly (not to mention the pair of black boxers--what was it with Nobodies and dressing in a single color?), as did Roxas' coat. It did help that they were exactly the same size, yes?
"Get the hell away from me!" she screeched as Sora reached out to calm her down.
"Naminé! What is it!"
"How did a... a something like you get in here!" she continued screeching, backing out into the corridor.
The bathroom he had just stepped out of had only the tacks of a mirror; he had never seen a bathroom with no mirrors in his entire life. Heck, even Disney Castle (Antiform made a derisive noise) had mirrors in their restrooms (gilded even). So Sora paused. That was pretty insulting. Did he look that bad?
Hell yeah!
"Shut it Antiform," he muttered. He really sucked when it came to comforting girls. "Naminé, what are going on about? It's me! Sora!"
"It TALKS! It FREAKIN' TALKS!" she said dramatically, summoning a ring of Dusks. "Kill it!" she shrieked the order.
"NAM!"
He spun around and gasped in relief as he saw Roxas sprinting towards them.
"ROXAS! IT'S GOING TO KILL ME!" the blonde girl cried. Sora put his hands over his ears; he didn't know sweet, quiet Naminé possessed a voice loud enough to shatter his eardrums.
Roxas struggled to stop panting enough to be able to say something coherently. "N-N-Naminé, he's not going to--"
"Sure as hell no," Sora cut in, staring amusedly at the red color of Roxas' face. Whether from sprinting or from the way Naminé clung to his waist, Sora had no idea.
"WHAT!"
"It's me. Sora. Remember?"
Naminé's big blue eyes stared back at him in fright. She whimpered and buried her face in Roxas' shoulder.
"Man, have you looked in the mirror yet?" Roxas asked. What scared Sora was the tone his Other used: a mixture of pity and fright.
"How could I? Mirror's broken in the stupid bathroom... Anyway, why should--"
"Sora? Is...is that really you?" Naminé ventured timidly, clutching the front of Roxas' coat in a deathgrip.
"Yeah," he confirmed, raking his hair (and his scalp in the process--damn, he should stop doing that). He once again felt warm blood down his forehead.
She fainted. Roxas caught her instantly as he knelt on the floor, cradling the girl's slight frame gently in his arms.
"Jeez. Is she going to be okay?" he asked, concerned.
The blonde nodded. "She's just...in shock. I guess. I'm going to take her to our room now--"
Sora snorted.
Roxas looked disgusted as his cheeks flamed up. "We share a room. SHARE!"
"Whatever," he snickered, grinning widely.
"You have blood on your face again," he pointed out, still red in the face. "Maybe you should ask Vexen to stitch you up."
"Uh. No thanks."
"If you need any help, my--our room is on the fifth floor, Right Wing. With XIII on front."
"Obviously."
Roxas shook his head hopelessly and portalled out. Chuckling, he stepped around the bewildered Dusks (actually, he didn't need to do so, the Dusks made way for him. Strange) and walked back to the bathroom, closing the door and walking down the corridor back to the meeting room. He'd just realized that he'd have to wait for his clothes to dry (after using Marluxia's special floral-scented all natural fabric conditioner and stain remover--almost empty, which made him think exactly what stains do those coats get). He couldn't go back to the islands with a black coat on, could he? Riku'll probably kill him on the spot. Also, on the account of the black-clawed-left-arm situation, he still has to figure out a way to return it to normal.
After all, when he said he was half-Heartless, it was in a very figurative sense, not a physical one. He had no intention of looking like he got dunked in black paint, thank you very much.
Oh, that's so insulting, Sowwa.
Jeez, one black, clawed arm wasn't that scary for Naminé to faint like that. And why hadn't Roxas portalled instead of sprinting...? Sora supposed it has more heroic than just suddenly appearing. Besides, it'll probably give Naminé a heart attack. Not that she had a heart to begin with. Hm.
He pushed the meeting room door open, poking his head in. "Hey, Xemnas?"
The silver-haired Nobody jerked from his trance-like state of bewilderment. "Wielder."
"You have an extra room I can catch up on sleep in?"
"I'll take him!" Larxene's voice floated out. A very flustered blonde strode over to him. She looked positively heavenly, in Sora's opinion.
Okay. Sora, bad thoughts.
He loved Kairi, and he'd remain faithful to her, even if she shattered his heart into thirteen little shiny shards. Even if she was the one who was actually the reason why he wasn't focused enough on controlling Antiform. Call him a hopeless loser, but he loves her. Get over it.
Uh, you've forgotten one teensy little thing...YOU CAN'T FEEL ANYMORE.
Hm. Antiform was right about that. But Roxas obviously liked Naminé...
Because of you two. He loves the blondie 'cause you love Kairi...Ew. What is it with you and love, anyway? Ew.
"Sora, let's go. Now." Larxene said in a very final tone, grabbing him by the (non-clawed) hand and leading him to a portal. Sora had the sneaking suspicion that he had just been the target of three different death glares.
Now, the Corridors were a somewhat huge place. Sora had just begun letting his jaw drop open when Larxene pulled him out.
"Here you are," she said in a cheerful voice, which, coming from Larxene, sounded positively terrifying.
"Uhm. Okay."
"See you around, Wielder."
"No way. I'm going home straight after my clothes dry out."
Larxene eyed him and smiled in a very sadistic way, flipping a stray hair over her shoulder. "Not so sure about that," she smirked, before portalling out.
Sora stared at the spot where the portal had vanished.
There's no way on earth he's going to stay here with thirteen psychopaths longer than he absolutely has to.
Sighing, he turned and faced the door that the blonde had taken him to. Surprisingly, it was next to a door with a golden XIII engraved on it.
"Perfect. Just damn perfect," he muttered under his breath. "Organization XIV sounds so wrong."
He opened the door and went inside, taking off his boots as he went. The room was identical to Xemnas', aside from the fact that this room had no spot of blood anywhere. The undisturbed white sheets (now he wondered whether Xemnas was colourblind to have such a limited range of interior colors) on the bed looked oddly comforting.
Sora collapsed on the bed, wondering who had occupied this room before him. A larger question: How many rooms like this existed in the Castle, anyway? An even larger question: What time is it?
Solved, by the luminous clock hanging above the mirror on the back of the door. It read 8:03 am.
"Eight in the morning...eight in the morning and it's still pitch dark," he murmured, hugging one of the three pillows on the bed. "I think I like twilight more than pitch darkness..."
It's not entirely dark, Antiform pointed out in his head. You can see a bit of Kingdom Hearts out your window...ahh, buddyboy, someday, it'll be mine...
"Fat chance, Darkie," Sora chuckled.
Funny how in a span of twelve hours your life can change. Organization XIII, once after his blood, was now deeply indebted to him. Heck, he was as good as one of them.
His heart was no longer in him...
You now have no emotion whatsoever.
He had just been knighted!
You have just been betrayed.
He fell asleep whilst staring at the Nobody symbol mounted on the white ceiling, wondering how Riku and Kairi would take the news.
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The overhead bell jangled, and Rinoa looked up from the countertop, which she was dutifully scrubbing earlier. Her mouth dropped open when she saw who it was.
"Long time no see, Rin."
"Where have you run off to?" she grinned, planting her hands on her hips. Her and Tifa's bar seemed to have a lot of unexpected customers lately.
"Oh, same old, same old. Got caught up in something."
She clucked her tongue as he perched on his usual seat. "So...what'll you have?"
"The usual. You do remember, don't you? Or are you such an old maid now?" he teased.
She pouted. "The usual, then. Stop teasing me about my age."
"You don't age," he pointed out, watching her as she made her way across the racks of alcohol.
"Still."
He laughed.
"You're happy today," she commented, setting a shotglass in front of him. His face immediately fell.
"Actually, it's been a horrible day."
She clucked her tongue again. It felt good, actually. It's been a long time since she has used her tongue in other things than talking. Cripes, she missed doing those things. "Tell Auntie Rinoa all about it, and she might give you a drink on the house."
"Auntie Riinoooa," he smirked.
"C'mon, I want to hear about what happened to you and your bedheaded buddy..." she whined. Well, not as loud as she'd actually like to, but she was a very convincing girl.
"Later about that," he snorted, tossing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. "It's about a girl...I need advice..."
She quirked an eyebrow.
"I got a heart today, don't look at me like that. Or a shard of heart. Whatever."
"Auntie's listening...!" she clapped her hands gleefully, laughing at the indignant look on the his blushing face.
He groaned, then laughed all the same.
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A/N: There you are. Who is talking to King Mick-o? Who's talking to Rinoa (it's pretty obvious, so how exactly does she know him?)? When will Sora get to see his half-inky self in the mirror? How the hell does Kairi manage to jimmy Riku's lock so often, and more importantly, why won't Riku change the damn lock?
So many questions.
Read, review, flame if you want to. Go.
A shoutout to Wing staff-4 (Sora doesn't know the meaning of dramatic anyway XD), Maux( It ain't Shiva, she said, "Guess again." right?), Skitty 2004 (Poor, poor Riku...are all pretty boys airheads..? But Riku's an exception, I think he's a smart one), darkdude71 (of course, when you're madly in love with someone, you do a lot of stupid things), Phoenix80hp (can't guarantee a happy ending...you'll have to read it 'till the end!), hikari-aozora (T-T you need cookie rehab. NOW...XD), DJ Damage(actually, I was thinking of you when I was writing the author's note...), FlowerLady-Aerith (Mickey's just a poor, confused mouse...haha. I'll read that story of yours when you upload it), The Regalia (it's like the effect bounced off Roxas, he can't become a Nobody again, can't he? So it rebounded to Sora), DREAMER1389 (He's practically dead, yes? And Riku...he can't get pissed off. In my Grand Plot, he does that much more later), Ellie0223 (It took him a lot of brainpower to do that...haha fangirls might kill me if I keep on making fun of Riku), mOOnlite-dUSk (Kairi can't read the true note...it's for Sora's eyes only), twilighttries(cookies! thank you...), fallingstar (Thirteen shards, no? Ah, Sora's practically dead...Nobodies only exist, they don't live, actually...and do you remember me telling you guys someone WILL die? hahaha maybe I meant it as a plural...you'll just have to wait and read...), Neon(The suspense…I like suspense, yeah), Sakura Scout (Ah. Yes, I am 100 evil for killing Sora like that..he's such a happy boy).
Thank you guys! I really hope you'll continue reviewing...please? pretty please?
You! Yeah, the guy who just reads and doesn't review! Please review me and tell me what you think!
Next chapter's quote:
"Stop it! I'm not him! Leave me alone!"
OKAY you should get it by now that IT IS NOT KAIRI. Personally, I think it's obvious.
Ja ne!