NS: Hokai...see, what had happened was... xD Uhm, I got very distracted and started a new project and forgot about little old Scripted...but then I got an AWESOME review that kicked me back into shape! So...I restarted with the third chapter! Yay!

.:(insert name here):. is POV

Everything in bold with NO NUMBERS are theatre terms, and will be explained at the end of the chapter. Everything in bold WITH NUMBERS is anything else I want to make sure is clear.

OMG I DON'T OWN KINGDOM HEARTS! ...DUH. :)

[[ Scenes from the play

Start Date: 7/8/07
Finish Date:
Inspiration: Ayumi Hamasaki & Michelle Branch

This chapter is dedicated to Katraa, who kicked me back into writing it time and again! 0:)

Chapter 3: Cue The Lights

.:Sora:.

"Riku, I don't understand," I whined, falling back on my bed. I heard him sigh.

"Do I really need to explain it again?" He asked, sounding irritated. I pressed the cordless phone closer to my face and sat up.

"Yes! Apparently you do because I don't get it!" I ran my hand up through chocolate-spiked hair and shot to my feet. A screech beneath me made me stumble backward and fall back on the bed. A small red ball of fur streaked out my door, followed by the echoing sound of a jingle. "Woah. Sorry, Red!" I called after my kitten.

"The answer is obvious: Leon is under the control of the molemen from Mars and they are planning to use him to sabotage the play and connect it to the airwaves, thereby overriding all TV programming to announce their plans to takeover the world!"

"..."

"Can you think of any other explanation?"

"...Riku?"

"Yeah?"

"Put down the comic books and back away slowly."

"I'm serious, Sora. This could be bad!" I rolled my eyes and got a running start down the hall, then slid into the kitchen in my Inuyasha socks. Red peeked out from under a placemat on the kitchen table and cocked her head to the side. I grinned and reached into my pocket, tossing her a treat.

"My kitty is so adorable..." I murmered, smiling. I could hear Riku smack his forehead through the receiver.

"Can you focus for five minutes?"

"On what, Riku? Your dreams of misplaced spandex and troops of men that wear their underwear on the outside?" I rolled my eyes dramatically and opened the freezer, pulling out a carton of my best friends, Ben & Jerry (1). "Mmm...Moose Tracks (2)," I mused aloud.

"No, smartass. On the problem at hand. Something is obviously up with Leon and I want to find out what it is!" Riku rambled on and on in my ear. I dipped my finger into the chocolate, then into my mouth.

"I know there's something going on, but I really don't think it's any of our business," I pointed out, racking my kitchen for a normal-sized spoon.

"But...what if it's something really terrible and we just sit back and pretend there's nothing wrong and someone gets hurt? Again! We all saw what he's already done to Cloud...turning him into an emotional mess and you know what that's going to do to the play..."

The spoon I had just found clattered to the floor and I set the ice cream box down on the kitchen table. "So, that's what this is about? You're worried about the production?!"

"No! I mean, yeah, but that's not--"

"Riku! I cannot believe you; you're turning into Ansem, for God's sake! Is that what you want? How can you possibly be thinking about the play? I thought you cared about our friends!" I stomped back into my livingroom and picked up my copy of the script, glaring at it and crumpling it in my grasp.

"Sora, calm down. You're overreacting!"

"No, Riku. I'm not!" I threw the binded papers to the ground. "If you are seriously dense enough to bring the play into this conversation, you've got another thing coming!" Angered, I threw the cordless phone down on the reciever. "That jerk!" I shouted and startled Red, who had just stalked into the room beside me. She jumped and skittered under the couch. Still angry, I stormed to my room and slammed the door.

So clouded was I by anger that I never noticed the squeak of my closet door open and shut, or the impatient shadows the paced behind it.

(oO ) (OO) ( Oo)

.:Riku:.

I stood speechless on my backporch, leaning over the rail and staring open-mouthed at the phone which was now eminating a rather loud dial-tone. It was several moments later when I was shaken from my state of shock by a yell for me from inside the house.

"Rikuuu! C'mere!" I groaned and clicked the off button on my cordless phone.

"What do you want, Tidus?" I demanded, shrugging through the sliding glass door into the house. My eyes shot wide and I dove down on my chest, sliding across the kitchen floor in time to catch my little brother, who had been dangling from the crystal chandelier. He landed on me with an 'oomph' and crushed my arms beneath his 110 pounds. "Ow..." I whined, pushing him off of me. He jumped right up and grinned.

"Let's do it again!" I forced myself to a sitting position and rubbed my shoulder painfully.

"What the hell, Tidus! What were you doing?!" I asked, angered. He blinked and pointed at the ceiling.

"I was trying to get to Mom." My harsh gaze softened instantly.

"Tidus, what are you talking about?" I asked, only half of me really wanting to know what was going through his young, 11-year-old mind at that moment.

"Dad said..."

"What?"

"Dad said Mom was up there..." to emphasize, he pointed upwards, "and that she was in a better place. And...I thought she might be getting lonely up there all by herself. So I decided to go and visit her!" He beamed at me, showing off two gaps in his set of top teeth. He lost them just the day before...

I had a sudden urge to give my brother a hug. However, I'm not that kind of brother. So instead, I patted his shoulder.

"Why don't you go upstairs and play that new Kingdom Hearts II game I bought you? I bet it's even better than the first!" I winked at him, trying to stir his mind away from thought of those people who dared call themselves our parents.

Mom and Dad were traveling all over Europe, trying to track down a man who owed my father a lot of money in his business. They were close...very close to him when my Mom was shot. They think it was the man they were looking for that did it, but the case was never closed because there was never enough evidence. That was about a year ago.

No one ever told Tidus what happened.

I wanted to, but Dad said no. He said he wasn't emotionally mature enough. And that may be true, but I know that if someone waited years to tell me my mom had been murdered because I wans't mature enough, when I found out, I would be PISSED. And I know Tidus is going to be. Sometimes I'm still tempted to tell him, but I just don't want him to find out the wrong way. Afterall, he thinks Mom died in a car accident... that's all he was ever told. Maybe it was better that way, though... I don't know.

My pocket began to vibrate and I was alarmed instantly, then I realized it was my phone. I whipped it out and flipped it open. The called ID read 'Sora'. Almost scrambling to do such, I pressed the 'Answer Call' button and thrust the phone to my ear.

"Hello?!" I asked in a hopeful tone. Maybe he was sorry? Or wanted me to apologize... I waited one minute...two... "Sora, are you there?"

"Riku..." he spoke in barely above a whisper. Okay... that's kind of weird...

"Sora? Are you okay?"

"I think I need help, Riku. I think there's someone--" Click. The line went dead. My eyebrows flew up and I clicked the phone closed. What was that about? Ah, no time to think. Gotta help Sora!

I grabbed my shoes that were by the backdoor and slipped them on while I skidded in one socked foot to the bottom of the stairs.

"Tidus, I'm going out! I'm be back later!" I called up them and ignored the lack of response. If he hadn't heard me, oh well. I'd be back later. Without meaning to, I slammed the door behind me on the way out it and jumped on my bike, switching it to the fastest speed. I pedeled(sp?) faster than I thought I could down the street. I took a fast right and just barely avoiding an oncoming camero coming from the opposite direction. I didn't care. I sped forward and stopped at Sora's great big yellow house.

My bike was tossed somewhere in his overgrown garden of a front lawn and I took the front steps two at a time. The door was open. The door was open. Panic rose in my throat as I dashed in past Red, who had saudered outside and was mewing loudly on the top step.

After checking three times, I finally came to terms that the house was empty. There was nothing, no one. There was an open carton of ice creme in the kitchen with a spoon on the floor nearby. Nothing else was out of place. Except Sora.

Sora didn't do things like that. Sora was very careful about how he went about things. And to call just after they were having an argument?

And what Sora had said...

I think I need help, Riku. I think there's someone--

He needs help.

"He needs my help!" I shouted without meaning and turned on my heel, bursting back out the front door, intent on finding out what the hell was going on.

(oO ) (OO) ( Oo)

NS: Well, now. Um, by now, you're all going 'WTF?! I thought this was going to be a sappy romace!" Well, my children...guess again. :D There will still be all that lovey-dovey mess, but for now, le DRAMA:O I KNOW its short. I am aware. But...I actually skipped some stuff and moved everything back a chapter so it mixed up the order of things and...well, anyways. It made this one short. More content next time. I swear it. R&R!