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REWRITE/EDITED


-Where Tear Drops Fall-

-2-

The boy scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

His pacific eyes sheepishly scanned the raised eyebrows of everyone in the room, including Yuna. From the back of his head, he pulled his hand through his light chocolate locks of untamed hair and blew out a breath.

I shrank lower in my chair uncomfortably while keeping the corner of my eye on Sora. Yuna was the first one to break the rather awkward silence.

"Ummm-uh…right. Well Sora, you can take a seat in the back of the room…over there next to Kairi. Kairi? Raise your hand so he can see you." Yuna called. My eyebrow twitched angrily as I gave a glare to the woman. I then glanced at Sora, who was looking right at me blankly.

I sighed in defeat as my face settled in an utter sulk. I slowly raised my hand so that it wasn't even over my head. I even wiggled my fingers to humor her.

Sora perked up from his absent expression and walked toward me.

Usually, whenever a new person came, they would be quiet, or, as they say, 'emo'. But Sora was one hell of an exception. I mean…he was almost skipping. I wondered what his condition was. Not that I was going to ask.

Sora plopped down on the annoyingly squeaky seat and looked at me. "I'm Sora." He grinned broadly, and reached his hand over for me to take.

I stared at it for a while. I stared at the softly folded creases on his palm, and how welcomeingly large they were. I glanced at his face as my lips were sealed straight. He seemed so…it was impossible to describe, like if I took his hand, it would be okay. His large, glossy cobalt eyes shined with a metallic luster, and it was hard to look away.

But then I suddenly became conscious of everyone in the room staring with interest, and snapped out of his gaze and looked back at his hand. To take, or not to take?

After what seemed a while, I slowly raised my hand until it met his. I gave him a semi-strong shake, and I inwardly noted how gingerly he shook my hand. I usually judge people by their handshake. Someone's intentions are painfully obvious when he or she shook with either aggravatingly little force, or with way too much vigor and strength so that you walk away bruised

So whenever a man does that to me, I usually give him an even stronger shake, just to piss him off.

But this boy seemed too honest to do such a thing. His handshake fell right around the middle. It was odd.

"Kairi," I mustered up monotonously, as our hands were still grasped onto each other. The vibrating sensation in my vocal cords surprised me. Half of me thought I would forget how to talk due to lack of speech. Sora smiled and looked forward.

I felt the lingering warmth from his hand slowly drift away from my palm.

An uncomfortable feeling settled in my stomach as I realized how my icy hands probably pierced his warm ones. I shook my head.

I looked around again. I started to feel self-conscious on how closely knit the circle of chairs were again. I shifted uncomfortably.

Axel raised an eyebrow, "Whoa, whoa, whoa…Kairi talked? Now that's new." Axel commented, amused. Namine shot him a glare and blew a strand out of her face.

"Axel…shut up. She can talk if she wants to." Namine snapped, defending me. Axel put his hands up in defense.

"So-rry."

"Whatever."

Yuna fumbled with her fingers. "Perhaps Sora should tell us more about himself?" she suggested, beckoning Sora up.

Why didn't she think of that before?

I turned my head towards him, and was slightly surprised to see him looking at me. I could have sworn he even laughed under his breath. He then blinked, and nodded his head. I didn't know why, but I took note on how much his spike-assorted milk chocolate hair moved with every motion.

Sora walked to the near center of the semi-circle, dragging his large shoes awkwardly. "Ummm…my name is Sora." The room echoed with a bored 'hello Sora', "I'm seventeen and I'm in eleventh grade. I like a lot of this, but I wont list them because they are way too long. And...um, I dont really know what else to say." The room was silent.

"That's great, thank you for sharing, Sora." Yuna said softly, nodding her head. He mimicked her gesture and headed for his seat next to me.

"Okay…what should we start with today?" Yuna asked hopefully, leaning forwards in her chair.

The room stayed silent.

A heavy sigh escaped her mouth as she fell back to the back of her chair, making it squeak. "Okay, I guess I'll think of a topic, again." She seemed to be thinking desperately, because whenever she did that (which was every day), she would knit her eyebrows together and squinted at the ceiling.

"Oh! I know. How about we talk about our feelings on Rinoa's departure?" Yuna looked around.

"She was hot." Axel cracked. A few chuckles emit from people's mouths, but Yuna didn't seem amused. Yuna shot the redhead an annoyed and impatient look, and with one last laugh, he finally shut up.

"Ummm," squeaked Selphie, "I do miss her. She was really nice. And plus, I'll be lonely in my room without her."

"Really? I thought she was a goody-goody, if you ask me." Tifa mumbled annoyingly, crossing her arms in front of her. Yuna seemed delighted that there was some kind of conversation going on…

"Oh but Tifa, she was so nice…" Aerith tried to insist delicately. Tifa rolled her dark eyes.

"Yeah. She was a real fruitcake."

The room was silent again.

"Well…I remember when my old best friend moved away from my home…" a voice said next to me. I blinked, seriously forgetting that Sora was there. "I was sad. What I did was just keep in touch with him." Sora finished.

Like me, I don't think anyone was expecting him to speak again, because everyone was either scoffing, rolling their eyes, or just didn't care.

Yuna sprung on this.

"Really? What was his name, Sora?" Yuna asked politely. Sora only grinned a little wider.

"Oh, his name was Riku."

My body froze in mid-position, and a shock ran down my legs as I heard that name. My violet eyes widened as my finger tips played with my long-sleeved shirt. There were many Riku's in this world, right? I started to calm down, and the heat drained from my head.

"So Sora, where did he move to? Far away?" Yuna asked once more.

"A place called Destiny Islands," my face flooded with icy heat again, " that is pretty far from where I live. But he only moved two years ago, and his father works for the same corporation as mine. So one day, I hope I'll move near him, and everything will be the same again."

My legs and feet were tense, and my eyes locked into position at the floor.

No…way…this wasn't happening. Riku? My Riku?

My mind raced and my tongue felt dry. So when I tried to lick my chapped lips, nothing happened. The heat in my head was hot and cold at the same time, paralyzing me from thinking. I could feel my toes drain of feeling. Suddenly, the voices were just staticky murmers.

The bell echoed through all the rooms and I was the first one out of the room. I ran down the plain hallway to the main desk, where all of the schedules of the next month were. I quickly grabbed mine from my slot and dashed away to where my next period was: Library.

At least I could think there…

I entered the library, and went straight to the librarian who, today, was wearing oversized pearls around her long neck, and has her fine hair in deathly curls. I asked for my homework (which my school faxed to here), and quickly walked to the table farthest away and near the window. I slid into the plastic chair and pretended to read the information packet. But my eyes were glazed over, leaving the words to a hazy blur.

It was impossible.

It was impossible that this boy knew Riku. I suddenly had a terrible urge to both bombard Sora with questions and vomit violently. But I knew better than that.

I suddenly felt a presence on the chair across fro me. I snapped my head up, and saw a smiling brunette. He looked at me quizzically.

"You look sort of spooked…are you okay?" he asked, leaning forward and squinting his eyes.

Who did he think he was? My friend? I only shook his goddamned hand for Christ's sake…My hatred for him bubbled. Didn't he get it? Didn't he get that I didnt want to talk to him? That I didn't want to talk to anyone? What in god's name make him think he was so fucking special? Noticing that my teeth were grinding, I tried to take a breathe.

Maybe I was over reacting, but at that time, it was hard to focus on my reactions.

I blinked, looked back down at my paper, and tried my best to change my countenance to my regular, 'don't-talk-to-me' gaze and sunk down in my seat, but the scar of shock was still hidden behind my eyes.

I still felt his eyes on me. Why was he sitting here anyways? That fucker…only Roxas and Aerith sat on my table.

I decided to ignore him, like I did to everyone else. Maybe he would get the hint.

Silence pressed on the space between us and I couldn't concentrate on my work. I held up my head with my hand and let my cherry-flavored hair cover my face. I quickly looked up, and then down again, but just long enough to see that he was still looking at me.

Could he please stop staring at me?

"Oh, I'm sorry if I was staring, you just look …sad."

I blinked. My hand stopped its scribbling, and then, only after a long moment, slowly started again.

That comment caught me off guard by a landslide. My eyes slightly widened, but I didn't look up. Half of me was annoyed, and half of me was slightly flattered for the attention… and the whole of me confused.

But still, I kept my thoughts to myself.

"I guess you don't talk much, huh?" he asked again, but this time softer. Again, I kept my head down, and continued to make a futile attempt to study through my buzzing head.

"She doesn't have to talk."

This time, I snapped my head up to see who said that. I was almost surprised to see that it was Roxas, who was slightly glaring at Sora.

Sora stared at him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way." Sora replied earnestly. Roxas dropped his bag at the foot of the chair, and shrunk into the seat next to Sora.

"I know." Roxas said back after a searching look. But I understood what he meant by it, and I think Sora did too.

A lot of time passed, and we were all studying quietly; except for me. My mind was too busy sorting out everything between Sora, Roxas, and Riku. Why couldn't this all go away? And as I shrunk lower and my heart felt heavy with anger, I felt the urge to hold a blade…

Roxas and I were walking down the busy hallway towards lunch.

"You and I both know that there are people here who you can't trust." Roxas started, looking forwards as I kept my eyes to the ground. Our footsteps echoed through the hallway and our shadows danced on the wall. It was quiet for a moment, and then he looked at me.

"Maybe it's too early, but I'll trust him…if you do. Do you?"

I raised my head a little more so I could see the cafeteria doors loom into view. My eyes filled with thought. It felt like such a final question. I shook his hand, and he passed my internal test. I've never trusted anyone after Riku…should I start now?

I straightened my craned neck and looked forwards. I came to this place for a second chance. Why couldn't give him a first?

I slowly nodded my head, and so did he.

Well, I personally thought it was a bit rushed and boring...Oh well, thats how a lot of 2nd chapters are. Right? RIGHT?

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