Title: Sora's Song
Chapter: 6
Author: BrandyChanelle
"Hiro..."
"What, Sora? You know I have to practice..."
The roughness of his husky voice hurt me. Hiro always had that hold on me. He could make me or break me in just one word. He was my heart and soul. I could not imagine myself being without him.
My life had been lived according to him and his schedule for as long as I could remember. I was seventeen without purpose or direction. My only reason for rebelling against my mother was that she was currently working on her forth marriage, not slowing it down either. She used me as a pedestal, something to sit on- someone to blame on for her numerous failed marriages. As if it was my fault.
My move with Hiro was not done out of love. It was done in spite of love. When I first met him, I was in lust, that sheer desire to get next to him. Somewhere along the way, my emotions took a wrong turn as he and I bonded, which resulted something murderous. Love- the one thing that I swore to myself I would always hate.
"Um... I am going to the store. Do you need anything?"
I could never forget the way that Hiro looked at me, it was a deadly look. It was a tempestuous look, one that brought me so much pain and yet an abundance of gratification. It was my look- he saved it especially for me.
I watched as Hiro set his guitar down gently on that brown leather couch of ours. I thought it was hideous, but he said that we had to buy it because it was so vintage. A smile crept on my face as he started to get up. My smirk faded as he hollered in pain. I ran over to his side, asking what was bothering him. Hiro held his side and said, "Nothing, nothing..."
I felt my face get hot, knowing that he lied to me. It made me feel as if he was distrustful with me. I knew he was... Storming over to the couch, I set the guitar on the coffee table. I opened his button- up long sleeve, ripping some of the buttons off as I exposed his rock hard tanned abs. Hiro looked at me like I was absolutely crazy until he realized what I was doing. Examining his left side, I saw nothing. When I checked his right side I saw a bruise that invaded his whole right side. "What is this?" I asked, pulling his shirt away, making me have a better view of the bruise. "Honey, how did you get this?"
Hiro rolled his eyes. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
I shook my head and stared up at him. "Hiro, I am not going to just shrug this off. Now, tell me what happened to you...!"
Hiro's dark eyes narrowed on me. I felt his hand, rough and manly, lead itself on my bare leg. I chuckled, feeling myself shutter at his touch. Hiro drew my body closer to him, as I soon found myself sitting on his lap. I inhaled his cologne, Burberry Summer. He always smelled so good- like a combination of fruity citrus with a slight touch of spearmint. We engaged in a kiss, fervid, irascible. Moving hastily, we began to lie down on the couch, deepening the kiss. I felt the sweat from his body seep through my white tank top. A moan emitted from my lips as I whispered his name gently.
We were both getting captured into the moment until a yelp escaped his lips.
I jumped up, alarmed at his cry in pain. "That's it, Hiro..." I said, getting up from the couch. I straightened out my clothes and headed for the bedroom to change shirts before I left for the store.
"What are you doing?" Hiro asked as he followed me in the bedroom. He began changing shirts, irritated at the fact that I had ruthlessly torn the buttons off his other shirt. "Damn, girl... you really know how to ruin a guy's favorite shirt."

I rolled my eyes and turned to him with a smart aleck smirk on my face. "But, Hiro..." I started, pulling on a dark red short sleeve. "I thought that your favorite shirt was the black one- with the buttons..." I kissed his lips, that time only for a moment. I wanted to let him linger for a moment.

Hiro pulled me back, tossing me on the bed with him. I allowed myself to be smothered with kisses. There was nothing that felt like heaven more than that- being there with my dream guy, feeling his warm lips press against my skin. He had such a way of seducing me; I loved the way that his overbearing seductive mien seemed to draw me in. When I thought that I was strong enough to resist him, he would pull me back again, with his engaging tone and charismatic touch. "Don't go..." He whispered, tickling my ear with his hot breath.

"Hiro..." I whispered, as I weakly tried to push him off. I knew that there was no chance for me.

I felt an odd sensation rush through me as a sorrowful aura filled the room. I knew that something was wrong. Hiro was not acting like himself. He was rougher with me, yet somehow softer, more compassionate. Something had changed from the day before, but I did not know what it was. As he settled down, stopping his waterfall of gentle kisses, I brushed my hands through his hair. He stared at me, his dark eyes observing me as I stared up at him. There was a melancholy look that crossed his eyes, as if he was feeling dejected and somehow stressed. I pulled myself up from underneath him and caressed his back, trying to console him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, stroking my hand through his dark, careless hair. Hiro shook his head, almost getting up before I drug him back on the bed. "Hiro, I am not letting you go until you tell me what is bothering you..."

Hiro turned his face away from me, trying to resist my hold. There was something monumental bothering him- I could tell by the way he was completely avoiding me. He had never acted so strange, aside from the time that he had met a newer band that called themselves something to do with wolves. I could not clearly remember what they really called themselves. Hiro examined my face, trying to see how serious I was about finding out what he was hiding. "So, I heard from that band that I told you about. The Teenage Wolves..."

I nodded... I could only imagine what they had talked about. Hiro had considered joining a band before, but I did not think that he could make it in a band- he was such a ruthless, independent individual. He was a firm believer in independence. For, as long as I could remember, Hiro had never mentioned any family. The only memories that he had ever spoke of regarded his own self pride. Not his mother. Not his father. Not his siblings. "What did you talk about?" I asked, knowing that I was reaching awfully far. I did not think that Hiro would actually tell me what they discussed. He liked to keep private matters private.

Hiro shrugged. "Nothing, nothing..." He said, brushing a hand through his hair. I could tell that he was lying. He was so typical.

I cocked an eyebrow. I knew that he was lying to me. He was good at it- I did not catch on to his lying until one day when I caught him in the act. Hiro was a difficult person to read, unless one were to live with him for years, like I had. He had a devious expression on his face, like he knew something was going to happen, which was the part of him that scared me the most. "Hiro..." I muttered, scooting closer to him. "Stop lying to me. What happened? What did you guys talk about?"

Hiro shook his head. "We did not talk about anything, sexy..." He said throwing me back down on the bed, filling me back up with his warm, yet rough love.

I pushed him off of me once again, this time standing my ground, to make sure that did not happen again. "Hiro, tell me… What is going on with you today? You are so… different. What is wrong?"

Hiro rolled his eyes and sighed as he allowed himself to stand up, letting his head fall. I could tell that he was stressed- there was something on his mind, something that I could not know about. Secrets were very typical of him though. Even before I started living with him, he was more of a mystery to me than the Bermuda Triangle, which I had been captivated by since I was young enough to understand the term 'disappear'. To me, Hiro was the Bermuda Triangle…

I followed Hiro as he left the bedroom and sat on the couch, picking up his guitar once again. He played a few chords from his newer song "Frozen" and stopped, as he looked up at me and said, "I think that I just need a vacation; a temporary getaway, you know?"

I nodded my head, hoping that he was casually asking me to go steady with him- that maybe he was trying to tell me that he wanted to have a lovers' getaway with just the two of us. I set my hand on his shoulder, hoping that he would confirm the gesture as a gracious and silent agreement. "Hiro, whatever you want to do, I am okay with it."

I had not known what I had done, sealing my fate- our fate. At the time, I was so young and naïve. As my mind replayed that time, that lucid memory, I could not help but think of a million things that I would have changed, just to go back again.

ooooooooooooooo

I stared at the open road as I sat in Yama's silver Mercedes, unable to face my demon just yet. Time ceased to exist in my current state of mind. There was no way that I was ready to face him just yet. For, that was what memories were for- to be able to face someone, and think that just for one moment, have courage. While I was often so brave in my head, knowing that I could do this and that when it was time, I did not know how to follow through with it, often leaving my audience disappointed and inquisitive of my domination.

I knew that before I could find any strength in myself, I had to make a mental note of everything that I had to say.

There was so much to discuss- from the way that we started talking to the present situation, with my evocative feelings hindering me from moving on. I was not sure if all of my feelings were involved with my regrets or they were all tied to his actions. I liked to think that it was him that made me feel so empty, him that made me feel as if I was a terrible person. It was the most convincing and by far the most logical explanation to me at the time. A large amount of fault on my part was removed from my brain- I never got too attached, I never took his words and redefined the truth as what I wanted to believe. Whoever believed that was a fool, a sheer moron.

Taking one more relaxed and steady breath, unprepared to take the situation to the next level, I reached for the pen and paper that Yamato had left for me before making his way into the studio, where my worst nightmare awaited. I was not sure about how to come to a compromise with myself and face my fears, pushing away the doubt and sufficient amount of self esteem. I stared down at the paper, observing the lines. I noticed that while most of the lines were perfectly straight, there was one line- a curvaceous line that stood out rather well compared to the others. I took a mental note, being reminded of my current situation and how well I could relate to that line.

Then again, we had to all make our own mistakes…

Gripping the pen tightly in my hand, I wrote down a list of topics that I had to review during our conversation, along with a few mental notes- ones that I thought would be good strategies to get out alive. When I was finished, I had only nine bullets. However, the topics that I wrote down were mainly generalizations that could be expanded to create somewhat of a more intriguing topic. As I clinched the note in my hand, I got out of Yama's car, locking the door behind me. I remembered Yamato taking his keys before he left me in his car. Luckily, it was not that hot outside and before we left Mimi's house, I changed my apparel, trading in my plain hair, yoga pants, and graffiti shirt for an outfit that I knew would take Hiro by surprise: crimped hair, a white halter top with a butterfly at the center of the chest where the halter straps started, as well as a short skirt and some matching white heels- some of Mimi's sexier clothes.

That's right, bitch… I thought to myself as I paced myself going from the parking lot to the studio.

As I walked through the tall bright orange doors of 'The Juicebox' record company doors, I looked around, trying to find Yama and that familiar imp from my past. Before beginning my search, I looked around me, observing the place that I had just gotten myself mixed up in. It was a warm place to say the least, with colorful walls and portraits of familiar artists and their accomplishments, like performer of the year. There were many employees that looked like they were well dressed, very professional in their disposition. The men were mostly dressed in a suit, while the females wore the skirt suits and occasionally the pant suits. I noticed a few performers that were there, but none that I was familiar with. Just people from the portraits.

I walked closer in, making my way over to a taller man, dressed in a pair of jeans and a band shirt, and smiled. I observed the man before I started making my way over to him.

He was undeniably sexy, with long blonde hair that surrounded his face. He stood tall and proud, making him appear like the type of guy that never backed down from a challenge, one that I had not yet met. For those guys were very scarce from what I had known.

"Hello," I said as I approached him, wanting to make myself noticed.

The tall male noticed me and smiled, meeting me in the middle to start conversation. "No, honey," he said, leaving me puzzled. "The Victoria's Secret shoot is further down…"

I laughed, allowing him to see me blush a little. I was already starting to like the record company… "Well, I will take that as a compliment. Thank you for the confusion… However, I was wondering if you could help me find someone."

The guy nodded, holding out his hand. "My name is Shane," he said, grasping my hand and bringing it up to his full lips as he planted a kiss on them.

I bit my lip and pulled my hand back gently, trying to politely release my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Shane. My name is-"

"Well, Sora…" I stopped breathing as a deep familiar voice called my name. "I see that you are already making yourself familiar with the band…"

My sincere smile soon turned into a phony smirk, unwelcoming and quite bitter. I turned around, facing the familiar dark haired man that I once knew. He was not the man in my imagination though. I wanted to picture a man with a smug face, with deception scribbled on his forehead. I wanted to see a big monster that I could run away from. Most of all, I wanted a reason to hate him.

But no… None of those emotions were captured as I stared into the dark orbs that haunted my dreams. Instead, his smile, which seemed so true, sent off a vibe that somehow welcomed me and entranced me. His appearance- as casual as usual- was familiar, and somehow in a deranged way, felt like home to me. No… You are not supposed to be like this… I said to him, in my head.

"Yes," I said, knowing that I could not say his name. Not now. "I decided that I had better familiar myself with everyone before it's too late. Sometimes, you never really know a person- even after years…" I was surprised at myself- not knowing where the guts to say that had been stored.

Hiro merely chuckled, probably at my churlish temperament, as he once referred to my personality. "Well, I think that I have to agree with you on that. I never thought that I would see you dressed like this. I like it..." He said, drawing himself closer to me. "It's very sexy. It makes me think of a seductress, which you are very good at…"

I furrowed my eyebrows- no I wouldn't let him win. "Yes, and I like your appearance too- it just screams-"

"Well!" I heard someone intervene. I looked over to see Yama with stress veins popping out of his forehead. "I see that we have all become acquainted… Except for our dear friend Yuri…" He said, pointing to another quite attractive male with short dark hair and golden blonde streaks. I figured that he was the kid in the group. He looked younger, but not too young. I smiled, knowing how it felt to be the small fry. "Yuri is our producer and bassist. This guy is the best, aside from me, member here. If you need anything, he is the one to talk to!" Yamato informed me.

I smiled at Yuri, keeping Yamato's words in mind. "Well, Yuri… It is a delight to meet you…" Yuri smiled at me, that sweet boyish smile.

"Now that everyone has been acquainted…" Hiro interrupted, walking closer to me. I dreaded the thought of another minute alone with him. "Yama, if you don't mind, I want to have a small word with Sora." Hiro's pleasant smile turned to a smirk as my stomach suddenly tossed something ferocious. I knew that agreeing to meet with him was a bad idea.

"Why, Hiro…" I said innocently, batting my eyelashes at him. "Don't you mean, if I don't mind…?"

In the corner of my eyes, I watched as Yama nodded his head signaling Shane to stand by his side. Yamato ignored the minor comments from his fellow coworkers as they passed. I knew that we were causing a scene; I also knew that Hiro would never be the one to back down from causing a scene, one of his major flaws. During our relationship, I was the one that had to stop the situation from escalating. Therefore, I knew that I would have to be the one to stop it then.

Hiro was about ready to smart off when I grabbed his hand and told him to direct me to a place where we could talk. I could tell that Hiro was about ready to smart off and say something regarding our intimate times, but he caught his tongue and stopped himself. He took me to a studio space- one down at the end on the other side of the building that was not occupied. It was the perfect place to talk- secluded, quiet, and very private.

I sat down in one chair, while he sat in the other. It felt just like old times, just the two of us. However, back then we were not going to secluded studios to have private conversations, unlike our current circumstance. I sighed, facing him and trying to read his face. It was a total blank, free of emotion. "So, you have me to yourself now…" I said, crossing my legs in a lady like manner. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

Hiro brushed a hand through his long dark hair. I rolled my eyes, completely familiar with his actions. "Well, this is going to take a lot of patience and it will be a little time consuming. Frankly, I didn't want to say anything and pretend that you never existed." I cocked an eyebrow, wondering if his great confession was going to be some sort of confession of hate, or extreme dislike- one telling me to stay out of his life. "Unfortunately, I find myself at a bridge in my life…"

"Hiro, get it over with. What are you trying to tell me?" I asked, tugging on the ends of my skirt.

Hiro shrugged. I noticed his excessive blinking as he was talking to me, something that I had not seen in a while. I remembered when I was living with him. During the times when we would get really intimate he would blink excessively, a sign of nervousness, which he had not admitted to until late in the relationship. "Sora…" he said with an edge of irritation hanging from his voice. "Please, just let me talk. I have a lot to say and very little time."

I shut my mouth and tilted my head to the side, awaiting his well thought speech.

Hiro took a deep breath and exhaled before continuing. "So, I did not know that the 'Sora' Yama referred to was you… He never told me. All of the things that he spoke of- all the events and emotions… I never knew." He paused- a long dramatic one, which I only guessed was his way of keeping me hanging on his every word. And, sadly enough, I was hanging off every word. He had a way of making me sick, but making me soar. It was a curse. "It was not until the other night when we were talking about her… that I figured out it was you…"

I raised a brow, expecting more of an explanation- one of how he figured out that I was the one that Yama was talking about.

"Well… he mentioned a ravishing red head that had gone through a bad relationship, which made me think of you. I know that you used to have red hair. That was my first clue. My next one- the big one- was when he was talking about you and mentioned that you were completely compulsive and that hug that you gave him. That night he brought in a picture of you, like he promised to. It was one that you had sent to a friend that he had gotten it from. I knew right away who it was… There was no mistaking that face, that behavior. He talks about you a lot… So much that I subconsciously knew that it was you before I had physical proof."

I shrugged my shoulders as he ended his speech. I knew that I felt a tug at my emotions. He had done it again, like always. I cleared my throat and hardened my defense. I was going to need all the strength that I could get to stand his smooth talks. I beat myself up for being a sucker of his influence. "Hiro…" I muttered, barely above a whisper. "Why did you really want me here? What did you have to talk to me about?"

Hiro lowered his eyes to the ground, flashing his long gorgeous eyelashes. "Well, I am not exactly sure why I wanted to talk to you…" I felt my jaw drop as he said that last line. "See, at first I just wanted to see you. Then, I wanted to just talk to you… And now… I don't know what I want now."

I rolled my eyes. For years I had waited around for him to make up his mind. I was tired of waiting. He needed to wait around a little while. "Hiro… I have been waiting a long time for this day. Actually, I just had a dream about it last night. That is how much I wanted this day to happen. I never thought it would happen either. It always seemed like another one of my fairytales…" I watched as Hiro's expression turn from spilling sincerity to steaming with anger and a touch of an inquisitive sensation.

I stood up, leaning down to his level. I knew that it was my final chance to make a blowout. It was my last chance to show him the other side of me, one that he had never known before. I loved being in power, though that was not something that I was often familiar with. However, I was determined to make the current situation all mine. "See, I am just sick of waiting for you. And, I am not sorry, but don't ever try to talk to me again after today, okay?" I asked, drawing him in as I kissed him fiercely. I watched as his eyes were steady on me, watching me walk toward the door. Before leaving, I turned back to him. "You are pathetic, Hiro…" I said with a smirk crawling on my face, as bundles of laughter welled up inside of me.

I had won…

I had finally won…

A/N: As you all know, I own nothing but this story line. Well, I am finally able to update my story again. I know that it has been forever, but during my absence I have taken my time to grow as a writer. I am working on my next chapter and I am making plans for the rest of this story, which will be released very soon. I hope that you have all enjoyed reading this as I have writing this. Thank you to all of the reviewers- you guys are the reason that I continue to write.

- BrandyChanelle