A/N Dedicated to lebrezie91210; you know why!

-Chapter 11: The Party-

Riku's holding my hand, which is a treat all in itself. My silver haired boyfriend is taking quick strides to Roxas' house, where the party has already begun.

As much as I want to cling on to the hope that we'll be together a long time, that we'll be married and have kids…that's just not my Destiny. I'm the enchantress. The bad Goth-Witch in the story…the witch is never happy; the enchantress can never be loved without the use of her spells.

My spells are my looks, my eyes; my voice…everything about me attracts males. But they all get tiring, boring, and useless.

And then I abandon them. I watch as they walk away, and then I see them a week later with a poor innocent girl sandwiched between their bodies and the cold metal of the lockers. I watch as the once-inexperienced boy kisses the women fiercely, and I feel hate twist inside me. The boy wouldn't even know HOW to use his tongue if it wasn't for me.

Yet here he is, abusing a girl's innocence, changing her from a strong person to whimpering pile of ecstasy. How unfair IS the world?

The point is…that Riku won't last. I've accepted this. He's just another victim of this enchantment. Most people think that there's a ONE; a single person that you were meant to be with, that you were born to be with. But that person doesn't exist for me; there is only an endless line of flings and meaningless one-night-stands.

"Finally…" Riku sighs as we reach Roxas' front door. I can see Kairi's car (Selphie most likely rode with her), Sora's, Namine's, and Axel's. There are other cars to; I can tell that practically everyone from school is here.

Tidus opens the door after we knock, a huge smile plastered on his face. "You guys are here! Great, we've been waiting!"

"Sorry," I apologize, "I couldn't figure out what to wear." I'm clothed in a little-black-dress, and fishnets.

Tidus' eyes wander over me, and his grin only gets bigger, "Its okay. Have fun, food and punch are everywhere. Enjoy!"

The blitz ball player runs off.

Music explodes into my ears, and I can feel my body start to twitch. Yeah…I have this other problem, besides the manipulation…I'm a dance-addict…and I can't stop myself once I hear a beat.

"R-riku…?" I ask, my legs forcing me over to a crowd of dancing teens, all circling each other, for Roxas' Destiny Islands home is huge. The furniture has been removed from the living room, leaving room for dancers.

Dancers like me.

"BYE RIKU!!" I scream, spinning my way into the fray.

-Riku-

Well. That was odd. "Bye Sakura."

All I hear is the sound of gasps, as people withdraw, giving the beautiful brunette her space. They watch in awe as her body spins and gestures.

I shake my head, grinning as I make my way up the stairs. I see Wakka flexing his muscles in front of Tidus "You want to go up against this, ya?"

"That's nothing," he holds up his biceps. "Do you SEE this action?"

I roll my eyes, smiling to myself as I walk by.

I've reached the banister, as I stare down into the crowd of dancers I see Roxas, showing Namine' a good time. He shows the blonde all of his moves.

I see Sora off to the side, amusing girls with his lack of skills.

Selphie is showing everyone her wild side. "Hey Riku!" someone says behind me. I turn to see Pence, from Twilight town, taking pictures of the crowd.

"Where'd you come from stranger?"

"Hayner, Olette and I came to party. Roxas knows how to throw a bash. You should've seen what he did for Hayner's birthday…"

"Where are the other two?" I ask.

"Oh…around…probably flirting up a storm somewhere."

"Are they dating?" I ask, curiously.

"Yes," he replies, "for a month now. They've been inseparable."

I think back to the few times I'd seen the two, to when they'd look into each other's eyes and, for a moment, be lost. I remembered how Hayner would look at Olette's ass if the opportunity ever presented itself.

"A lot's happened…"

"Yeah," Pence agrees, "we've all changed. Hayner was a bit distant after Roxas left. So Olette spent some time with him and well…that's that."

"That's it?"

"Well…it's actually a pretty funny story, you see—"

The song suddenly changes, to something far more upbeat then before. Pence's words are cut off. I notice Sora, leaving the dance floor…and then I see Kairi and Roxas, getting punch. And Sora is heading right for them.

"Oh no…"

-Roxas-

"Hey Nam? I'm going to get some punch okay," my girlfriend nods, she flips a lock of hair over one ear.

I turn towards the punch bowl, where Kairi is. I stand beside her, chugging down two cups of punch. This is the best party EVER.

"Hi Roxas," Kairi says, sighing as punch slides down her throat.

"Hey," I say, smiling. "Having fun?"

"Yes…as much as possible at the moment…" she sighs, her good mood gone. This whole "not being with Sora thing" isn't good for her. I must have some kind of frown on my face because she turns back to me and smiles a weak smile. "I'm sorry I'm like that…my mind's in a funk."

"Try dancing. That always clears MY funk."

"Maybe. I just hope I don't have to see…talk to…or acknowledge the existence of Sora."

I find myself biting back a sharp retort. Hearing her talk about my cousin like that just isn't right. I shake it off with a quick smile, there and gone in a second. "You should talk to him."

"Why? So he can fuck up our friendship even more?" there's bitterness in her voice, cold and scaling. The Destiny in the air fades away, becoming gray and boring. The energy that had crackled all around me fades…and I find myself lost in the tragedy that is Kairi and Sora's current love lives.

"You should talk to him. Friendship or not. What you two have right now is NOT friendly, nor is it romantic," I calmly inform her that she's full of shit. "What you're doing is killing the mood. And I hate mood killers. So, if you don't want to make this better then get the hell out of my party." I smile at her gaping mouth. "Sora's coming this way. Your perfect chance!" Kairi turns with wide eyes, and before she can move I push her in Sora's direction.
I leave without a second thought.

-Sora-

She's there. Her hair red like fire. There's a frown on her face. Of course…that frown is always there when I'm around. What is it with her?

"Kairi!" I say, stepping towards her.

"What?" her voice is harsh at first, but then it changes direction mid-sentence, "W-what is it?" Now she sounds sweet. And that's a little strange.

"I…I wanted to talk to you," I'd come to tell her to get a new friend. To tell her that I never wanted to see her again and that we no longer had a friendship. Crap, I'd even tell her to screw herself. But none of these words come, none of the angry sentences and harsh statements appear. All that's left is a mess of stuttering and lust.

On one side of my mind is Kairi, stunning…sweet…and then Sakura, dark…mysterious…and exciting. Do I really want to TALK to Kairi? Do I want to kiss her? Do I feel differently now…do I want to stab my tongue into Sakura's mouth?

"About what?" her smile looks forced now.

"A-about us…" oh, that was smooth.

"Us? Well, I think our friendships fine…"

"Not that 'us'."

"Then…I guess…there is no us."

"But Kairi—"

"Sora…I told you. I don't want to talk anymore; don't want to scream at you. I don't want to kiss you or have sex with you or whatever it is that you want me to do. There is no us, and there won't be an us ever again."

"How can you be sure?" I ask.

She hangs her head in defeat. "Look…I just don't want to talk."

-Sakura-

I start to get tired, smiling as I turn around and stroll into the kitchen, where there's another punch bowl, and tons of snacks. I chew away at chips and grab for the punch.

"I've got some cups pre-filled," a voice says, I turn to see a boy. He wears camouflage pants and his blonde hair is spiked up. "Here," he offers me a cup.

"Oh…okay," I grab the cup. I drink it down, slowly…then faster and faster. I practically inhale it.

Oh no.

"You spiked the punch," I say. It wasn't a question.

"Oh yeah," he grins, honestly proud of himself. Doesn't he know that when I drink I drink EVERYTHING? "Good prank huh?"

I nod, feeling a buzz build up inside me. "Bring me another," he looks at me confused.

"Why—?"

"Do it."

He complies, grabbing more of the spiked punch and handing it too me. I examine it with bright eyes. "Why thank you. This should be nice." I drink it down and demand another. And another…and another…and another…

-Roxas-

I make my way back towards Namine but someone intercepts me.

I slam into somebody's chest. I look up, the person is clothed all in black, and the moment I see his face I know who he is.

"Vexen?" his hair is a long and sickly brown. His skin is an almost bleached white; just like I remember him.

"Ah…Roxas," the junior scientist's eyes glare down at me, "it's been too long."

"What the hell are you doing here?" I back away slowly, looking for a weapon, and desperately hoping that he doesn't try anything. That would ruin the party, and my entire plan.

"Oh, nothing much, just visiting," the creepy 20 year old flashes me something between a smile, a smirk, and a snarl. "But…I do have a message to give."

"Of course you do."

"Xemnas wishes for me to tell you something, and it's not another request for you to join us again. No, the master has given up on that foolish dream. He wants you to know, that something big is about to happen, a breakthrough in our mission…and he doesn't want any interference from you."

"What kind of interference?"

"Just…don't cause Xemnas any trouble; it'll be better for the both of you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You don't want to know," Vexen smiles sickeningly, "like I said, we're planning something big. And it would be appreciated if you don't interfere." His smirk widens as he looks at my face, "Think on that."

I start to say something, but he's already gone, fading into the crowd. I turn around, noticing Axel staring down at me from the stair way. His eyes are questioning.

Not now, I mouth. I went to all this effort to get my friends together, and I'm not going to let this ruin it.

I make my way over to Namine, who is entertaining herself with a girl I know. Her hair is brown and she's wearing an orange shirt with a flowery Hawaiian style design.

"Olette?!"

"Roxas!" she gasps, turning to me. Namine smiles and turns to me as well.

"How do you two know each other?"

"We were good friends before I moved to The Islands."

"Have you been doing your homework like you promised?" the girl says, a hand on her hip, but the smile is still there.

"Yes, Olette," I grin.

Namine smiles again, and I find myself completely cut off from the world around me. The dancers fade away; the music becomes soft and insignificant as Olette becomes an orange storm of fiery Destiny. Hawaiian flowers are woven throughout the fire storm…but even she is nothing compared to Namine, a complex explosion of carefully drawn pixels, dancing before his eyes. Her lips looked inviting…very inviting.

"Olette? Can you give Namine and I a moment or two alone?" my voice shatters the spell as Namine and Olette become normal people again, and the dancers dance back into my vision, and the music becomes loud and annoying.

"Sure," she winks at me, "don't party too hard, Roxas." Then she's gone.

Namine's smile widens. "What is it Roxas."

"I want to do something…something special," I approach her, lowering my lips to her ears, lowering my voice; "I want to make tonight…memorable."

"Something special…like what?" she asks innocently, but I know that she has some kind of idea. Oh god, I can't believe what I'm trying to ask.

"I-I…" it's not to late to back down, just shake your head and say "nothing". Okay? You can do that right? Right. Good…now just shake your head— "I want to do it!"

Her eyes widen "It?! IT, the important it, you want to do THAT it?"

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god…she's going to REJECT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I…" this is it…this is how it ends, "okay. But…do you have a soundproof room or something…somewhere were no one will interrupt us?"

"Yeah, my room…I can lock the door!"

She smiles, and suddenly I see her eyes, lowering to my body, then back up to my face. "I…I…lets do it" I grab her hand and pull her into a quick, yet effective, kiss.

I pull her by the hand towards the stairs, a huge grin on my face. I've had to take care of my friends for a long time, I'm always the mild mannered one, and the one who has to sit by and watch everyone else have fun. I'm always the safe one, the one with the plan. But tonight…tonight I don't have a plan, tonight I'm just going to go with it; tonight…I'm going to be selfish.

-Riku-

Oh my god…what was she doing?

"Hello everyone!" there's a slur to her voice; a slight, only there if you squint, kind of slur. Sakura smiles her radiant smile, but her eyes are dim, devoid of their usual life. I can tell she's been drinking…they all have that dead eyed stare when they've been drinking.

"I'm going to sing a little song for you," she says, "its one of my FAVORITE ones. I just love, love, love it!" she sounds happy…too happy. There's a short silence, and all of the guys' eyes are on her. The music has stopped, for the DJ is gazing at her with huge eyes. "Hit it!" Sakura practically screams. She steps her way onto a nearby table, and you can hear a few shocked gasps from the audience, and muffled laughter.

It takes the DJ a minute, but he finally realizes what he's supposed to do. He clicks a series of buttons on his huge control pad.

A vaguely Spanish beat starts resounding from the speakers. A man's voice explodes into the song:

Ladies up in here tonight; No fighting, no fighting. We got the refugees up in here; No fighting, no fighting…

Shakira, Shakira

The song has picked up its beat, becoming faster, and Sakura is dancing, her hips swaying back and fourth. Her miniskirt is flying around, showing off her legs to every human being with a penis in the area. That's my Sakura. Those are MY legs.

I never really knew that she could dance like this. She makes a man want to speak Spanish, Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa

Shakira, Shakira

Sakura's voice joins in, and I'm mesmerized. My small wave of jealousy evaporates, as I too am caught up in the amazing Sakura.

Oh baby when you talk like that. You make a woman go mad; so be wise and keep on reading the signs of my body.

I fight off the feelings of love and complete serenity that are overwhelming my body. Sakura's voice makes this…weird song become something more. When she signs it…it's deep.

And I'm on tonight. You know my hips don't lie; and I'm starting to feel it's right. All the attraction, the tension. Don't you see baby, this is perfection…

-Sora-

"So is this what you're going to do? You're just going to dodge the question?" I'm desperate now, my heart is pounding so hard, and I feel like I'm about to have a seizure.

How can she do this to me? I'm her everything, her boyfriend…she said she loved me. Didn't she mean it?

People lie all the time, it's part of who we are…but you don't lie about loving someone. Either you do or don't there's no 'buts or maybes' there's only a yes or no.

Does she love me?

Does she hate me?

Would Sakura love me? If she ever broke up with Riku…would she love me?

"I'm leaving," she whispers, turning and moving towards the kitchen.

"No, you're going to talk to me!" I block the door way with my body. She looks at me with narrowed eyes.

"This is low, even for you."

"I just want to talk," her words hurt me, but I have to stay strong…I have to believe that she loves me.

"And I don't!" she whispers, before turning on her heel and descending up the stairs.

I've played this part to many times. I'm not going to watch her walk away again…I'm going to make this count. I gulp, following her.

"Kairi, wait!"

"No!" she says, hurriedly ducking into a bedroom, luckily, no ones making out in here.

I grab on to her arm, willing her to stop.

She shrugs me off. "NO!"

She turns to another door, a small door. She pulls it open and goes in. I follow her, and we find ourselves in an empty black room, with a single window. The window is round and small, about the size of a vanity mirror.

The door slams behind me, and I hear a definite click.

"What the hell?" she looks out the window.

Unusually, we don't see the night sky of the Islands, dotted with thousands and thousands of starts, like pinpricks of light.

No, on the other side of the window is a bedroom; it's filled with posters and has a computer in one corner. A huge shelf over flowing with books is in the closet, and clothes are strung all over the floor. Roxas' room.

"The two way mirror," I smile, looking at the window again. To anyone in the room it's an ordinary mirror, hanging on the wall. But it's really a two-way type thing, the kind that cops use. Roxas' parents hadn't known about it for a long time, and me and him would always use it to spy on them when they were having "grown up" discussions.

"A two way mirror…that's strange…" Kairi whispers. "Wait…is that Roxas?"

Sure enough my blonde cousin stumbles into the room, Namine is pushing him in, and her hands are fumbling with his shirt. I watch them, confused, my eyes not really processing what I'm seeing.

She lifts off his shirt, and he starts to slowly undo the strap on her dress, and there's a huge smile on his face. In his eyes I can see things…lust, love…desire.

"What're they—"Kairi begins, "OH MY GOD!"

-Namine-

Roxas isn't confident; I can see that, for he starts blushing every time I reveal a little more of the skin under his shirt. But then again, the same kind of blush graced my face when he lifted off my dress.

I was there, clad in only my underwear…and his fingers disposed of my bra pretty quickly. He leads a trail of kisses down my neck, setting me down on his bed.

I kiss him back, feverishly. I'm blushing furiously as he appraises my breasts. And I notice that he doesn't seam to be able to look away.

Somehow, my hands make it down to his pants, slowly unbuttoning and lowering them. His boxers are blue, with black stripes on them.

Oh my god…this is it!

-Sora-

"They're not…" Kairi says; her eyes wide. "THEY ARE!!"

I can't look away, my eyes dancing over Namine's legs.

Kairi moves to the door, but finds in locked. She turns back to me. "You know this is your fault right?"

"My fault? Who was it that had to run off? If you'd just stayed to talk we wouldn't be in this mess."

She gasps, "I can't believe you're saying this…" her sentence wanders off as she stares at something over my shoulder. I turn, seeing Roxas' boxers fall to the ground. Kairi practically screams, "EW! EW! EW!" she hops around in a circle, shaking her hands back and fourth, as if to dislodge something foul from her skin. "I saw Roxas'…I saw his…EWWWW!!!!!"

-Roxas-

I can't hear the music from in here, my room's sound proof. But truth be told, this isn't the most pressing thought on my mind at the moment.

I kiss Namine furiously, lowering my body towards hers, ready to enter her…

-Kairi-

"Help!" Kairi screams, banging on the door. "HELP!"

Suddenly, the door clicks open, a blonde kid in Camouflage pants answers the door, there's lipstick on his lips. A brown haired girl, wearing an orange shirt with Hawaiian flowers is sitting on the bed, her lips covered with something red.

"What the hell?" the blonde kid asks. But Kairi pushes past him, her eyes glowing with fury. I follow her out.

"Kairi! Kairi stop!" she halts.

"What is it…?" she whispers quietly.

"What's happening to us Kairi?"

"What do you mean?" she asks, but she knows, I can hear it in her voice, see it in her eyes.

"You know. You broke up with me…you've shattered my heart, and you're ignoring me. Our friendship is practically non-existent. What the hell is going on? I thought you loved me!"

There's silence. For one second, two seconds…three.

"I don't love you Sora." The words feel like a stab to the chest. It feels like every scraped knee, every broken bone, every single bruise and every single cut. It feels like all my pain, multiplied by a thousand.

"You don't mean that," and there are tears in my eyes, welling up, ready to pour out.

"Sora…"

"You don't mean it!" I insist, as if my words can change everything. As if that one sentence can modify her mind and make her kiss me and hug me and whisper into my ear those three big words. I love you. Over and over forever and ever…

"I do," tears are in my eyes…ready to pour down my cheeks. I step towards her, and press a single, messy kiss on her lips. One second passes, she just stands there, not encouraging me or discouraging me.

Then she pushes me away.

She steps back, and there are tears in her eyes too.

"No Sora. No," she places a hand on my cheek, her palm pressed flat against my falling tears. My own hand is on top of hers, holding her there.

She then steps back some more, and our connection breaks. "I'm sorry…I'm just…" then she's gone, dashing down the stairs. And all I can do is stand there…all there is to do is stand around.

-Riku-

Kairi dashes down the stairs, Sakura is still singing.

"What's going on?" I ask as her hand falls to the door knob, she tries to open it…but my foot is blocking her.

"Riku, move!"

"No, not until you tell me what your problem is."

She stares at me for a second, and then her hand comes flying. She slaps me. Hard. I fall back stepping away from the door. The last thing I see of Kairi that night is her fiery eyes, filled with hatred.

A/N Oh. My. Gosh. This is possibly the longest chapter so far. I don't know. Anyway, as you can see…the story is taking an emotional turn, and not everyone's happy (all though, Namine' and Roxas have some good reasons to be chipper).

And yes, it was OOC for Sakura to sing Hips Don't Lie by Shakira…but this is a DRUNK Goth we're talking about. If you've seen a drunken Goth before then you know what I mean.

Ahem, and yes, another day another sex scene.

And yes, I brought Hayner, Pence and Olette into it.

Next time on ROCKY RELATIONSHIPS: The Teens enjoy a Sunday, as Sora desperately looks for an exit, Sakura tries to get over how much she embarrassed herself. Roxas tries to find out what the Organization's big plan is.

And things go down hill from there.