-Chapter 8: Late Night Visit-
It takes all of my energy not to shout out the answer.
I'm in class right now, watching as a jock boy tries to answer the question with a bunch of "ums…" and "What was the question?" God, people, it isn't THAT hard to answer. 'If you were Frederic, how would you react to Mary's actions?' A simple question about the book we've been reading. I've only been here about a week and I've already read that stupid book. From the first page to the last, and I'll tell you, it was a load of sentimental crap.
But then, maybe that's just the Goth girl talking, the devilishly sexy enchantress' words. Maybe I'm just not used to emotions. 'No…that's not it, it was just a load of crap.' Yeah, that book sucked, it was positively boring. It went on and on about a bunch of relationships, and how the "protagonists" keep their love together.
I sigh inwardly as the teacher searches for yet another student to try to answer the question. I know the answer of course, Frederic was heart broken (and what kind of name is FREDERIC anyway? It's a pansy name, that's what it is) after Mary dumped his sorry ass because she's too absorbed with her own problems to even give her a chance. She's trying to find the right man, and yet he's right in front of her. I'm sorry, but this question is JUST too easy.
"Yes, Roxas, can YOU answer the question?" Mrs. Ursula looks at the blonde haired boy with obvious distaste.
The teacher's hair is too dark, and she has way to much eye make up on. Her hair is long and braided into thick shafts of swirling strands, almost like tentacles. Not to mention her skin tone, a cross between too-pale white and murky purple.
"Frederic was kind of sad and…," Roxas pauses, thinking, most likely over analyzing the situation. "Heart broken, yeah, that's the word I'm looking or. He was heart broken because Mary was being," selfish, "a little self absorbed." 'Well, at least he didn't steal ALL of my answers.'
"Very good student," she moves away from Roxas' desk, her body reminding me a little too much of a giant squid.
"Ah, Miss Sakura, how many chapters have you read of the book?" she asks, coming to a stop in front of my desk.
'All of them,' "Seven," I don't want to look like a geek-wad. After all, I may be Goth, but I've got the curves of a cheer leader.
"Very good Miss…" she squints down at her student list, "Moe-van…is that how you pronounce your name?" she asks, her black lip-stick covered lips smacking together. She's revolting, positively revolting.
"Um…no…? It's Mohan."
"Yes, right, Moe-van."
"I said—"just then the bell rings, cutting off my train of thought. I look up at the ceiling angrily, but that feeling evaporates as I realize "I'M FREE!" I screech, flying from my desk and out the door before my class mates can blink or even raise an eye brow.
I skip my way over to lunch, examining my black nails. I stop by my locker, opening it quickly and tossing the book "Relationships of the Rocky Variety" into the only space that belongs to me in this stupid high school. I miss my dorm rooms!
I close my locker and turn, ready to resume my pilgrimage to the holy grounds of the cafeteria. As I turn I find two pairs of eyes, staring directly into mine. I jump back with a cry, my arm coming up defensively, in a couple seconds my fist makes contact with something—a face?—and the offender falls to the ground.
It takes me a second to realize that the "offender" was a girl, and that I did indeed hit her. Whoops.
"Ouch…" the girl says, rubbing her nose, small tears prickling at her eyes.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I grab her arms and hoist her to her feet. "I didn't realize it was just you…but who are you?"
"I'm Selphie, and you must be the new Sakura girl," she says with a dazed sort of expression. She's wearing a short-short skirt, with high heels and an extremely tacky pairs of sunglasses.
"I'm sorry I hit you…" I begin, but she holds up a hand to stop me.
"Oh, its fine, people are always knocking me over. I'm so clumsy," she laughs a musical laugh. I laugh with her, and in a couple seconds were both cracking up, holding our stomachs.
"Selphie?" a new voice comes; my new friend and I both turn to see who it is. One look and I know, it is none other then the fabulously cooperative pain-in-mine-and-Riku's-asses Kairi.
The red head says hi to Selphie and the other girl dives into a long drawn out explanation about what happened to her at the mall yesterday. I resist the urge to roll my eyes in utter contempt, great, I ran into the gossip queen. I try to make my escape, but Kairi stops me with a firm grip on my arm. "Wait, I need to ask you something," she says, holding me hostage.
"What?"
"You and Sakura know each other?" Selphie asks, one of her eye brows rising.
"Yeah, she came back when Riku did," Kairi says, not looking away from my face. I want so badly to get away from the girl; the way she's holding me is scary. Her grip is so tight that it hurts, and her eyes are burning holes in my face.
"What's this about?" I ask, trying to shake off her grip weakly. My attempt is in vain though, she holds on steadfast.
"You went to Sora's last night?" Kairi asks suspiciously as Selphie's other eye brow rises so far up that you can't even see it behind her hair.
"Yes, to visit Riku…" Kairi's face suddenly glows red; oh crap, Sakura; THAT was the wrong thing to say. Okay, okay…must. Think. Of. Something. To. Say.
"To visit…Riku…" Kairi's teeth are pressed tightly together, her cheeks growing redder and redder.
"Oh crap," Selphie sighs, looking around at the empty halls. "You're in trouble…" she murmurs to no one in particular. But I know that it's directed at me. I'M IN TROUBLE!!!
"Why did you need to visit Riku?"
"Why does it matter?" I say bitterly, "It's not like I accomplished what I needed too."
"What—"
"Kairi!" Selphie interrupts; her eyes as large as dinner plates. "He's coming!"
"No!" Kairi spins around, and none other then Sora, cute, optimistic little Sora comes around the corner. Kari's eyes bug out and she high tails it out of there, dragging Selphie behind her. I watch the two girls go, and I hear Selphie's voice drift back to me:
"See you around Sakura!"
"See you…" I whisper, just as Sora comes to stand in front of me. I notice how his eyes wonder over my body for a little to long.
"Hi Sakura…" he says finally, his eyes settling on my own. I stare back into those sea blue irises. I notice how muscular his arms are, as though he's been working out, his cheeks are nice and round, and his skin is delicately soft.
And of course there's "the look". The look he's been giving me ever since Kairi started avoiding him.
Oh god…does Sora like me?
-Sora-
Sakura's eyes are brown, I notice, so is her skin, soft, delicate and completely sensual. My mouth starts to water, and my gaze won't stop wandering to certain places. Her outfit is kind of revealing…
I try to shake my head of those thoughts, try to dislodge them.
I like Kairi…no…I love her. But now she's avoiding me, ever since we got back to school on Monday, she's been hiding from me. Where ever I am, she isn't. Whenever I'm around, she runs. You know how I can tell? Well, when I enter a room, I swear I can see a slash of red hair fly around a corner.
"So…how's Kairi?" I ask.
"Completely psycho," she murmurs to herself.
"What?" I ask, admiring her legs while she's distracted.
"Oh, it's nothing," she smiles, and I feel my heart start to beat faster. I feel my arms start to shake, and my legs turn to useless, wobbly sticks.
Her smile is captivating.
"Oh, okay," I try to sound aloof, like Riku. I fail.
"What's wrong?" she asks suddenly, her eyes burrowing into mine.
"What do you think?" I snap, a small amount of pent up anger escaping from me. I expect to see hurt, emotional pain on her face…but there's nothing of the sort.
All I see is sympathy.
"Kairi still isn't talking to you," it isn't a question.
I shake my head in answer anyway, and she steps forward, hugging me to her. "I'm so, so sorry Sora," there's that sympathy again, but there's something beneath her gaze. A strange deviousness that glows and thrives throughout her body, I wonder what she's thinking, what she's feeling.
She lets go of me, and steps back.
"Sorry about that, didn't mean to alienate you," she laughs half-heartedly. "Anyway, I guess I'll let you get to lunch…we're in the same period right?
"R-right."
"Wanna walk to lunch together? I can't find Namine' anywhere."
I start to answer yes; I start to tell her that I'd love to walk with her. But the words don't come, different words form, words that shouldn't make sense. "N-nah…I…need to wait for Roxas."
"Okay," she says, "that's fine. See you at lunch." A second later she's gone, walking towards the cafeteria. I listen for her retreating foot steps, than I close my eyes and slide down to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest.
There are sounds, noises all around me as students make their way to the lunch room. Some time later, Roxas comes, his blue eyes staring down at me.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I think I'm…falling for Sakura."
-Riku-
I'm practically asleep as my head bangs against the cafeteria table.
"Aw…" I moan, treasuring the sweet peace. The noises and clamors all around become a lullaby, the sound of banging pans and screaming teapots (our lunch lady likes to drink Jasmine).
Just as I'm about to float off into blissful sleep, two people plop down to the right and left of me, and launch into a lengthy conversation about blitz ball…
"—so I kicked the ball to Selphie, and she passed it to Sora, and then Sora scored with this kick ass move—"the boy has spiky brown hair (almost like Sora's).
"Wadda ya mean by 'kick ass move' mon? What did he do?" the other boy asks, he has a shock of red hair that sticks almost straight up, as well as a sort of Jamaican accent.
"Well what he did was—"the boy begins again.
This time it's me who interrupt, "God shut up! I'm SOOOOOO tired of all this mindless teenage banter!" I rant, than suddenly I recognize who the two people are, and my mouth gapes. "Tidus? Wakka? Is that you?"
"Do we know you dude?" Tidus asks, then, a couple seconds later: "RIKU???"
"Riku?" then Wakka realizes it as well. "I can't believe it mon, when did YOU get back?"
"Last Saturday."
More people parade their way to our table. I notice Selphie, then Kairi and Sakura. Sakura is avoiding my eyes as she sits down with her tray, she gazes instead at her food.
Kairi stares at me intently, especially at my hair. I've seen it a million times before, the old "Riku's shiny hair trap". The girls can't look away…it works every time, cause' my hair's so shiny.
"So, are you having fun at school?" Kairi asks me, her eyes fluttering like a bad cartoon sweet heart. What is WRONG with her today?
"No," I answer truthfully. "It's kind of tiring."
Her lips turn down into a mock frown, as if she's trying to make displeasure look cute.
I swallow uncomfortably under her gaze, and I can feel a blush crawling up my neck for some reason. Funny, I haven't blushed in YEARS.
She finally replies, her lips rolling away from her teeth, "Maybe you need a…distraction." The flirty tone behind her voice makes me want to gag. I mean, this is Kairi we're talking about, THE Kairi, best friend/ex-girlfriend. We've known each other for so long…but this hormonal explosion that's going on right now…it's just not right.
And she's dating Sora.
Or is she? The happy couple had words after all…sure the words "I don't want to date you anymore" or "Get the hell away from me you ass!" were never used, but maybe they were hidden under certain contexts. What if she meant to break up with him, but it was too hard to say?
But the worst part is; I'm starting to enjoy it. I'm taking a strange pleasure from the flirty-ness, the odd seductions and sexy glances. I'm enjoying it all.
And Sora's heart is broken.
I shake my head at her, a silent warning for her to stop. But she can't take the hint, she doesn't care that I'm immune to her hotness. She doesn't care that I have no interest in her except of the friendship variety. She knows I enjoy it, that I get a twisted sense of pleasure from her groveling. She clings on to that enjoyment, she feeds on it. That feeling is what keeps her going, that sincere belief that deep down, I want to kiss her and touch her and make her all mine.
Maybe I do want all those things.
Maybe I don't.
I sigh, confusion seeping into my mind.
"So…" Wakka says slowly, "have you seen the new mythology teacher?"
"No," everyone says. Everyone except Tidus, he says that he's seen her, and that she's drop dead gorgeous.
"You haven't heard the best of it mon," Wakka begins to grin like an idiot. "She's like "queen of the night"; she's got de sexy-Goth vibe."
"Hey!" Sakura cuts in, "That's MY vibe!"
"What's her name?" I ask.
"Mrs. Lulu, she doesn't like people to call her by her last name," Tidus says.
I try to imagine a gothic queen, no a princess, Sakura's the queen. Okay, I try to imagine a gothic princess as a mythology teacher. I fail.
Sakura is grinning from ear to ear, there's no doubt that she can't wait until mythology class.
I sigh, admiring Sakura. It's so complicated, this strange 'enjoyment' for Kairi, and the hidden feelings of lust and warm love for Sakura. I'm so, SO confused.
I search my mind through all of the conversations I've shared with Sakura, reviewing each and every word, all of the body languages. Basically, I search for any sign or clue as to her motives. Does she like me? Does she think I'm a good friend? Does she like…SORA?
I remember the out fit she wore at Sora's house. Oh god, oh god…she likes SORA!!!
Oh god, oh god, oh god!!!
-After School…-
-Sakura-
I stare at my ceiling, high heeled shoes disposed of, a look of complete and utter fear on my face. Yes, I, the almighty Sakura, am afraid. Why am I afraid? Because Riku has not made a move, not even a hint as to what his feelings are for me. Yes, confusion has a name, and it is Sakura.
I sigh deeply, chewing my way through yet ANOTHER Hershey bar. It's a sad day when the sexy enchantress (a.k.a. ME) is reduced to a shivering mess of anxiety. I mean, guys COME to me. I don't WAIT for them
That's when the idea finally comes. What if I make the first move? He wouldn't see it coming, I would finally find out what his feelings for me are, it's the perfect solution.
At the speed of light I fly off my bed. The closet is the first victim; I fling clothes out of it like a mad woman. It takes five seconds to find the dress of choice; a strapless number, exposing plenty of my legs and shoulders, and pulling off the scandalous "little black dress" affair.
The shoes take little time too; I take the same "practically knee high" heel boots. I don't grab the tight leather gloves, preferring to show off my new manicure. I inspect my teeth, to check for anything out of the ordinary (crooked-ness, yellow tinges, food between the teeth…)
Giving my body, outfit, and teeth the okay I make my way towards the door. That's when I notice what time it is.
10:30.
Should I really visit him? I mean…where are my manners?
'To hell with manners…' I decide.
I turn to knob, 'Oh crap, what if I wake Namine'? She won't approve of this...late night visit.'
I turn to the window, grinning evilly.
Moments later I'm in my car, starting the engine, and driving away as quietly as I can. This is going to be fun…
-Riku-
It's practically 11:15 when my eyes shoot open. Did I hear something? Is someone trying to break in?
I start to get up, but think better of it. I strain my ears to hear the intruder. I hear…nothing.
I try harder.
There's still no noise!
I sigh, placing my head back against the pillow, dismissing the noise as a dream. The darkness closes over me and I start to fall into blissful…
A knocking sound enters my room, ringing in my ears like thousands of church bells. What the hell?
I shift my gaze to the window—that's definitely where it came from—I see a dark form outside, a silhouette against the moon.
I make my way over to the figure, clad in only a pair of embarrassing Valentines Day boxers. My chest looks eerie against the light of the moon, too pale, like a vampire.
I open the window with a crash, expecting to see Sora in tears, wanting me to comfort him after a mean phone call from Kairi. But no, it isn't Sora I see behind that window, it's Sakura.
No sooner after I step back, she jumps in, smiling vibrantly. And all I can do is stare; all of the words I'd conjured for JUST this occasion are gone.
"Riku…?" she finally asks, after my infinite silence. "Are you all right?"
"Y-yeah…um…why are you here?" I ask finally.
"Oh…I just, um…" she seams to search for something to say, but she has become as speechless as me. For a moment we just stare, gazing into the others eyes with complete and utter fear.
But my fear dissipates, for I find comfort in her large brown irises. I find magic under her gaze, and hope in her smile.
"Riku—"I interrupt her.
"Sakura," I pause, "Sakura…"
"Y-yes…?"
"I need to tell you something, something really important." She tries to answer, but I press on, not willing to let my new courage go away. "There are tons of things I want to say right now…tons of questions, but there was one question that was more important then all of the others. Do you know what that question was?"
The confident Sakura that I know and love is mysteriously absent; buried under this fear. It isn't fear for Sora and Kairi, not fear because of Xemnas, or his devilish intentions. It is fear for me, fear OF me. She is afraid of what I have to say, of my opinions and my thoughts.
"N-no…what is it Riku?" there's more emotions beneath her voice.
"I wanted to know how you felt about me," I say finally, forcing the words out, demanding that my bravado stay consistent. "I needed to know if you liked me…but know I know that it doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter?" Sakura echoes incredulously.
"No…how ever you feel about me…it doesn't matter. Because your feelings won't change mine, my emotions can't be concurred by yours." Her gaze turns down to the floor; she believes I'm rejecting her. "I love you Sakura…" I whisper, which causes her head to rise with a snap, and her eyes to grow wide. "Ever since I met you I've felt this way." I take her hands in mine. "Do you feel that way…because if you don't…that's okay—"
I'm silenced by her lips, smashing into mine. We start apart, connected only by our lips. She quickly presses her body against my chest, her hand travels to the nape of my neck, and I hit the wall. It starts messy, uncertain and nervous…but it grows passionate, passionate and immortal.
She withdraws from my face, burying into my chest, "I love you, Riku," comes a muffled statement.
"I love you Sakura," and then I carry her, bridal style, to my bed. I sit her down, and straddle her between my legs.
I smile down on her, and let my lips touch hers. She is animalistic now, stroking my chest and driving into me feverishly.
I slip my tongue towards her closed lips, begging for entrance. She gives me what I want, all the while getting more and more confidence.
Her hand slips to the hem of my boxers, and I feel a fresh blush climb up my cheek. I mean, I'm confident that I have a nice package down there…but what if she's not into that? What if she likes small guys?
Her gasp silences all of those thoughts, as she stares at my man hood, and then she smiles, a devilish smile. She presses her lips to mine one more time, before descending down my chest, licking, tasting, and sucking.
All the while I'm getting more and more into it.
"All mine…" she whispers, "You're all mine…"
A/N HA! You thought I was going to do a full sex scene. You clearly don't know me very well. Anyway, I don't have much experience writing stuff like THAT. But I do like to describe kissing, so that's enough for me. Sorry if any of you think that this was to sudden…but you have to understand…Riku and Sakura are naturally attracted to each other, and neither of them know why.
So yes, I love my Sakura and Riku pairing, and yes, Sora and Kairi are having problems, and yes Axel is still trying to save Larxene.
And yes, there will be more teen angst in future chapters.
So, here's a preview of what's to come:
Roxas and Namine' fluff! Axel visits Larxene more and more, Roxas has a party…and Sora and Kairi witness an act so unspeakable, so undeniably dirty (yet disturbingly horny) that I can't even hint at it. So don't even ASK. But I can tell you it involves Roxas and Namine, and a two way mirror.
So yeah, look forward to that. And yes, that is the end to this excruciatingly long authors note.