It certainly has been a while since I've updated. I apologize for that. Writer's block among many other things have slowed down my stories to a crawl. I know this story isn't the best, but it's something I'm writing for fun. While I haven't been giving these chapters titles I did consider the name of this one being dubbed as: "Like Parent, Like Child". Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and all related characters belongs to Disney and Square Enix.
Chapter Three
Abigail was taking her time walking home. She and Storm had been in such a hurry that morning, she really didn't get to enjoy the trip to school. Bright twinkles of sunlight reflected from the waves which threatened to blind her. She tried looking away when she noticed a backpack laying on the path. Looking at it more closely, she recognized that it was Storm's.
Looking around, she saw him sitting on the beach. His shoes were off and he was letting the waves wash over his feet. Abigail approached and sat down next to him.
They sat there in silence for a while. It was Storm who broke the silence.
"Shouldn't you be headed home? Your mom might need help setting things up for your party."
"Are you coming this weekend?" She asked.
"Naturally," he scoffed.
More silence followed.
Abigail turned and looked out at the ocean. "I'm glad. You know, it wouldn't-"
"Aww, look at the sweet little love birds. Wish I had a camera."
Storm and Abigail turned to see Antony and Jax standing on the path. They were holding Storm's backpack as well as her own.
"Hey! those are ours, drop 'em!" Abigail demanded.
Antony had gone through Storm's but threw it away into the bushes with disgust. "What a plain bag~ so tacky."
"Not this one, check it out! It's a love letter!" Jax replied as he pulled out a letter from Abigail's bag. "I wonder who it's from? That punk Kaze maybe?"
"Give that back!" Abigail shouted as she ran over to Jax ans tried to snatch the letter.
"No." Jax replied as he held it out of her reach.
"Please," she begged, "it's very special to me!"
Antony came from behind and shoved her into the dirt. "What a wuss!"
Storm stood up and glared at them. "Hey, why don't you get lost before you make me do something I'll regret later."
"What, crying home to your daddy?" Antony asked. Jax opened the letter and started reading it to himself. "This ain't no love letter. Check it out Tone,"
He picked a good spot and started to read. "I'm sorry I've been away so long, but I'll try to make it back by your birthday. I can't wait to give you my present, I promise it'll be worth it, love Daddy."
"Stop it!" Abigail shouted as she tried to take the letter back. Jax took it on both hands. "You want it back? Here!" He tore up the letter before throwing it at her face.
He didn't get a chance to laugh at his own cruelty. Before the first tear fell from Abigail's eyes Jax was on the ground with a broken nose. Storm was standing over him; his eyes were stone cold. "Your arms are next."
Antony tried to come at Storm from behind, but the silver-haired teen turned and punched him in the stomach before throwing sand in the boy's eyes.
They both ran off before Storm to do anything else. Without saying anything he picked up the pieces of the letter and knelt down to where Abigail was putting things into her backpack. She was crying.
"Here," he offered to help.
"Why that? They could have taken anything but that," she mumbled.
"But your Dad's coming home soon, isn't he? You can see him then."
"I never got to finish reading it. I didn't want to hear it from his mouth. Getting letters from my Dad is very special to me. He once told me a letter is a doorway. It leads to a person's true feelings and reveals the light in their heart."
Storm let out a sad sigh. "Come on, let's go." He helped her gather her things before walking her home.
When they got to the house Abigail's mother was at the front door to greet them. "Abigail?! What happened?"
"Some jocks from school decided to let off some steam," Storm replied, "on us."
"Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry."
"I'm fine, mom. They got the worst of it," Abigail replied as she tried to escape from her mother's suffocating hug.
"Oh?" She asked, looking over at Storm.
"Well, I couldn't just stand there and do nothing," he replied placing his hands in his pockets.
The auburn-hair woman gave Storm a knowing look."Come on inside you two, I'll get you something to eat."
Storm loved coming to Abigail's house. No matter what he was always welcomed and treated like family. It helped that her parents were best friends with his dad, but then again her parents got along well with anyone.
The rest of the evening went on uneventful. Abigail's mom made dinner as Abigail told them of their new coach and of the game they played. It wasn't long after that when Storm checked his watch and noticed how late it had gotten. He began to get a little panicked.
"Aw man, my dad's gonna kill me!"
Abigail's mom stopped him at the door with a plate wrapped in foil. "Just give him this and tell him it's from me, he won't be as harsh as you think."
"Thanks Aunt Kairi," he replied as he made his way out the door. "See you tomorrow, Gail!"
"Like father, like son." Kairi replied as she headed back into the dining room.
"Which one of you am I most like, mom?" Abigail asked.
Kairi pondered for a moment before answering. "Well, despite those spiky bangs and brown hair, it's obvious you get your looks from me,"
"Really? That's not what others have said," she replied, feeling a bit snarky.
"I wasn't finished. You have a knack for getting into trouble, something your father seemed to make a hobby of, then there's that optimistic point of view and the amazing ability to befriend almost anyone. I see a lot of that in you."
"You really see that?"
"Yes, I could tell by the way you described that volley ball game. I'm sure that boy, Dartin appreciated someone showing him kindness."
"Yeah, I feel sorta bad for him, his dad's always away and his mom works late, he doesn't really get to spend much time with them. He doesn't have any siblings and I don't think he really has a lot of friends. I always see him alone."
Kairi gathered their empty plates as she headed into the kitchen. "Well, it seems as if he's made a friend today."
"True, maybe I'll invite him to my party."
"Sounds like a plan, anyone else you'd like to invite?"
Abigail thought about this for a moment. She already knew the names she was inviting for sure. She held out her fingers as she counted.
"Storm, Kaze, Kim, Emma, Brandon, Ziki, Lanna, and Dartin would make eight."
. . .
The next day, Abigail was looking everywhere for Dartin. She wanted to ask him before classes started. One of the girls from her math class told her his locker was by over by the gym. She had finally reached the gym when she heard voices. One of them sounded like Dartin, the other sounded like the new teacher, and he wasn't happy.
"You mean you don't know how to use a weapon?"
"What?!" Abigail said out-loud to herself, why would Leon ask something like that? Weapons weren't allowed in school! She stood with her back against the wall as she listened in to the conversation coming from around the corner.
"Seriously kid, your dad should've taught you how to at least use a sword."
"Kinda hard when he isn't around much," Dartin replied in a sour tone.
"Now I know why I was assigned this job. There's more than one kid who needs to be trained."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know, I still can't believe you're his son. I had no idea until I read your file."
"Why don't you start making sense!"
Abigail hadn't known Dartin that well, but he didn't seem like the type to get angry like that. She chanced a glimpse around the corner and saw that Dartin looked like he had been beaten.
Leon had his arms folded as he glared at the black-haired student. "You're staying after school. Your training starts first, we'll see if you inherited any of his skills, hopefully they're just buried deep under that wimpy exterior."
With that, Leon walked off leaving Dartin to pick up his two text books. Abigail thought about approaching, but decided to leave it be for now. She'd ask him during lunch.
I'm still not happy with the first part of this chapter, but after three re-writes I didn't feel like changing it again. I iz lazy.
