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Solstice

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By: oathk33p3r

Disclaimer: I wish.

Sigh. I'm sorry I couldn't update sooner.

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-Kairi
-Sora

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+And He fed upon the feeder+

-Kairi-

Boom!

Surprised, Kairi jumped in her seat. Her eyes instinctively focused outside the window. Something had crashed, or exploded. Curiosity pulled her off the chair and dragged her to the scene of the accident.

As she opened the glass door and peered outside, she gasped and her hands started to shake.

The garbage truck that came by every Saturday was capsized, its large wheels slowly turning in the air.

And Sora was standing right in front of it, unscathed. His eyes were shut tight and his mouth was a thin line as if he thought the truck will come alive and squish him flat any second. His knuckles were whiter than his pale skin as his fingers were tightly holding onto the lunchbox.

Gulping, Kairi ran over to the boy and looked him up and down.

"Are you hurt?"

He blinked open his eyes and stared at her. Kairi caught a slight gleam of disbelief, then a flash of relief adorned his face. After that, Sora looked troubled as he looked back at the truck, but it didn't seem like it was because of the accident. Kairi stared at the blinking rear lights of the truck. The two of them stood like that for a while, speechless. The boy surprised Kairi when he suddenly took off to the front of the truck. She stumbled after him, wondering what Sora was up to. After all, he hadn't said a single word.

As she rounded the corner of the truck and faced the front, she let out another gasp.

The bumper was bent inwards, crushing the whole front part of the vehicle. The windshield was helplessly shattered and bits and pieces of glass showered around it. Although all this made the girl speechless, Kairi couldn't believe how the bent metal took the shape of Sora. Her eyes wide, she frantically turned to him for an explanation.

"D-did it hit you?"

No duh.

"I think I hit it first," Sora replied, his throat dried.

Kairi remembered Sora getting hit by her bike. It was probably one-tenth of the garbage truck. How could a small bike like hers knock down a person who was able to withstand a dumpster truck? She looked at Sora with a scrutinizing eye.

She raised her brows in shock when she saw that his lips were slightly red, and his left cheek was dotted with the same shade of color.

"Sora, what did you do to that raw meat?"

The brunet ignored her as he pulled his hood over his face and ran towards the driver's side of the truck. He grabbed the door and jerked it off its hinges.

"We must take him to the hospital," Sora said under his breath as he dragged the unconscious driver out of the seat. He flung him over his shoulder and started to run towards Destiny's Hospital.

"W-wait for me!" Kairi shouted.

But he was already out of ear shot with his fast, long legs.

Her hands trembling, Kairi staggered towards her bike and climbed onto it with some difficulty. She followed Sora's route without bothering to lock the shop.

+Sora+

The truck had come out of no where. If the scent of blood hadn't distracted him, he would've been able to sense it from a mile away.

But no. He had to be a total idiot and allow it to hit him.

A string of profanity fled his lips as he stared at what his body had done to the innocent vehicle; it had hit his body and flipped backwards, its rear facing him and its wheels still turning towards heaven, like a dying beetle. He should've at least tried to jump.

To make matters worse, the girl came running out of the shop. He clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut as she got closer and closer to him.

There was no way he was going to be able to explain this.

He waited for her accusations, her complaints, her "are you a vampire" questions, but she never hurled those piercing words.

Instead, she asked, "Are you hurt?"

Sora nearly choked on his tongue as his eyes snapped open and whipped towards her direction. He quickly regained his posture and shook his head. Not able to look into her curious, frightened, jewel-like eyes, he faced the truck instead. Sora was able to see her doing the same out of the corner of his eyes. Trying to formulate some sort of excuse, he kept his eyes glued to the truck... until the thought of the driver occurred to him.

Cursing under his breath, Sora ran to the front of the truck, but the state it was in stopped him in his tracks.

Kairi followed after him and gasped as soon as she laid her eyes on the vehicle.

The shape of his body was imprinted onto it, and the glass had completely shattered into a million pieces.

"D-did it hit you?" Kairi stuttered.

"I think I hit it first," Sora replied without thinking.

There was a moment of a silence until Kairi said, "Sora, what did you do to the raw meat?"

Sora stiffened, but was careful not to show it. Choosing to ignore her words, he pulled his hood over his locks and continued to do what he had intended in the first place; save the driver.

Not being able to think clearly, he flung the door off its hinges like an idiot and jerked the man out of his seat; he didn't have his seatbelt on, for who would have thought a dumpster truck can overturn?

"We must take him to the hospital."

Gritting his teeth in frustration, Sora threw the man over his shoulder and started to sprint down the street that led to the hospital in an idiotic manner, again, unaware of the fact that he was what people called a monster...

...No one can run thirty miles an hour with a full-grown man over his shoulders.

Sora thought he heard a small voice calling out to him, but it could have simply been the wind.

+Kairi&Sora-

"W-what happened to him?"

"Car accident," Sora said briefly as he laid the man on the stretcher.

The driver's face was nearly unrecognizable behind the blood smearing over his jaw line, cheeks and forehead. His white t-shirt was shredded open, revealing his bloodied torso. All the doctors and nurses surrounding him couldn't help but flinch. Sora's face was pinched in what seemed like disgust.

But that wasn't the case at all.

The temptation was unbearable. His lips were shut tight over his two, dangerous, venom-covered fangs, which were unsheathed and ready.

He had been holding his breath the entire way to the hospital, but his cold skin still felt warm from the man's blood.

Disgusted with himself, Sora left the room and headed towards the lavatories.

He ignored the weird stares he received from the patients in the waiting room. After all, he was an adolescent dressed head-to-toe in black with blood staining most of the back of his body. But was used to it, mainly due the way he dressed. The terms "emo" and "goth" were commonly thrown towards his direction, although he had no idea what they meant until a few years ago. It had, indeed, offended him greatly, but he was immune to the insults now.

As Sora arrived at the door to the bathroom, a shuffling of feet and a rolling stretcher stopped him as they rushed by. His eyes widened in shock as he recognized the florist uniform.

Forgetting all about cleaning up, he easily caught up to the nurses. His eyebrows knitted in worry as he looked down at Kairi lying on the stretcher, a deep gash running along her cheek. Her throat and wrists were bruised; she was obviously assaulted.

"Where did you find her?" Sora asked the nurse to his right.

"Someone called us over. They told us she fell off her bike. She was next to the book shop."

"The one near the flower shop?"

The nurse nodded before she disappeared with the others in the emergency room.

"Sora."

The brunet whipped his head around, surprised. There were only a few individuals who knew his name.

A blond greeted him with an awkward smile. His piercing blue eyes seemed to laugh as he crossed his arms across his chest. He was dressed in tattered jeans with a grey t-shirt, otherwise known as "normal clothes."

Sora clenched his teeth as his hands balled into fists.

"How did you find me?" He paused as he took in the incomer's clothes. "And what happened to "be proud of who you are,"?"

"It's called a disguise," the blond replied, his voice as smooth as silk. "Plus, black makes us more conspicuous, don't you think? I mean, look at you. Your clothes make you look even paler."

"Shut up, Roxas," Sora mumbled.

Roxas laughed.

"So I'm still worthy enough to be called by name, I see."

"You're the one who hurt Kairi."

Sora's twin stopped laughing, but his smile was still on his face.

"Kairi? You mean that human girl? What, you're calling them by their names now?" he asked in mock disbelief.

Sora ignored him. "I'm not letting you take her."

"Why?"

"Because you're going to take her to Xemnas."

Roxas's smile faded.

"So it's true. You have completely detached yourself from your father."

"I'm not feeding Xemnas humans' blood, Roxas."

"Stop calling father by his name," Roxas snapped.

"It's not right. Didn't you hear what Xemnas said? He is going to kill us! He's going to kill the one who fails to bring him the girl!" Sora shook his head. "I'm not like you, Roxas. I'm not a murderer."

The twins were silent for a while, letting the last word settle in. Even a cold-hearted person like Roxas was ashamed to admit the fact that he was, indeed, a murderer.

"It can't be helped, Sora," Roxas said softly. "I don't want to die."

Sora glared at the blond.

"But you're not even living, Roxas."

Not being able to give a proper response, he said, "I'm still taking her, Sora. Do whatever you want, but don't expect me to help you."

With that, the blond turned and left the hospital.

Sora clenched his teeth in frustration and punched a nearby wall, the wood splintering helplessly under his gloved fist. Before people turned his way, he swiftly walked out of the hospital. He would come back later at night to check on the girl.