Lots of swearing, I know, but I am a guy. Bear with me, please?
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING MENTIONED IN THIS STORY.
Just this story. Enjoy!
"Namine, wake up!"
"Die, Shamshel," I retorted.
Suddenly a strange feeling pervaded my armpits, through my plug suit, and I laughed. Then I screamed, as the Fourth Angel swung its energy whip at me—then I woke up.
My sister, Aqua, leaned over me with a grin on her face.
"Wake up!" she shouted. Then she tickled me again, and I got tangled in my sheets trying to escape.
"OK, OK I give up," I laughed. "Why are you waking me up at six in the morning?"
"Did you forget? We're going to the movies with Sora, Kairi, Terra, and Roxas!" she chirped. She promptly dragged me out of my own bed.
Aqua went into my closet, searching for an outfit for me, while I sat on the carpet shivering in a bra and panties.
"Here you go!" she beamed, tossing me a set of clothes.
I gasped. There was no way I was wearing that shirt! V-necks were meant to show cleavage! And it was cold outside!
I walked alongside Aqua, thankful that the jacket she'd chosen for me wasn't as revealing as the shirt. My sister and Kairi were chatting about guys, while yours truly was arguing with Terra against Sora about who had gotten the most kills in Firefight. God, I loved that multiplayer mode.
"The scoreboard doesn't lie, Sora. That last kill of yours belonged to Terra."
"I stuck that Brute and it exploded before Terra sniped it!" Sora whined.
"Namine, can I talk to you for a second?" Roxas asked.
I looked at him. Yeah, he had that alluring serious look on his face. Damn him. Damn him and his face to an eternity of hellfire.
"Alright, what is it?" I sighed.
"I just wanted to ask…I know a good restaurant nearby," he said lamely.
"Are you asking me out?" I asked casually. He was walking behind me, so he couldn't see the shit-eating grin on my face.
At that Aqua, Kairi, Sora, and Terra halted their respective conversations and gave us looks I couldn't comprehend.
"No! I-I-I just wa-wanted to ask you—SHIT!" he cursed.
At that point we arrived at the cinema.
The boys went off to secure seats, while Aqua, Kairi, and I bought the popcorn and drinks. As we waited in line, some random pervert brushed his palm across Aqua's hip.
I immediately reached up and slapped him for my sister. Aqua kicked backwards, slamming her heel into the guy's crotch, before she resumed her conversation with Kairi.
Aqua was drop-dead gorgeous. She had an amazing body, plus a nice chest, and a look from her face was capable of making the iciest of men trip and fall off a curb in awe. It was no wonder the pervert couldn't resist.
We got the snacks without further incident, mostly because people were too busy gawking at the gasping man rolling on the ground with zero chance of ever passing on his genes.
The movie turned out to be quite good. I had been reading too many reviews blasting most of the recent movies, so I thought this one would be no different.
We went to an Italian restaurant for lunch, went to the park, and then went home, blah blah blah.
Once Aqua locked the front door, though, she squealed in delight.
I just groaned. I knew why she was happy, and I began backing away, too late.
"My little sister just got asked out!" she cheered.
"I turned him down, ditz!" I replied, struggling to escape the headlock she had me in. My attempt was fruitless. I was probably the physically weakest kid in the whole world.
Eventually she let me go. I headed upstairs to my room, while she headed for the living room.
I activated my computer's monitor, and returned to my Gmail account.
I found five emails waiting for me. Four were junk mail, but the last one was from Sora.
He had written, with his characteristic horrible spelling, something along the lines of, "Do you like Roxas?"
I wrote something along the lines of, "No", but a lot wordier and a lot less polite.
I had to spend five hours reading fanfic to get Roxas the hell out of my head, and he reappeared as I pulled the sheets over me.
Damn that boy.
An annoying, insistent beeping slashed through my dream. My arms flailed in surprise, one hand smacking the alarm clock. The pain instantly woke me up.
"Ow!"
Grumbling under my breath, I grabbed a T-shirt, jacket, and a pair of jeans off my chair. It was the same outfit I had worn for the last five days; I didn't believe in the necessity of changing clothes every morning. That was a waste of good clothing.
Breakfast was oatmeal with oranges. I didn't particularly care what I ate, so long as I ate, so I just downed the food. I know that Kairi and Sora hated both of those foods, and likely would have yelled at me for even considering eating such "disgusting" fare. Who cares?
First class of the day was Biology. Mr. Marluxia was the teacher, and a sadist to boot. He was the sole reason I hated Biology, even if it was my best class. My seat was in the second-back row, on the leftmost seat, and was conveniently blocked by the TV set. This allowed me to doodle all I wanted.
My friend, Ventus, sat right next to me. He was short, very short, especially in comparison to most of the guys at school. I was still shorter than him.
"How's Aqua?" he asked.
He also has a crush on my sister the size of a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier. And those ships were the largest ever built.
"Okay. Why do you want to know?" I replied sweetly.
"Cut the crap, Namine. You know exactly why," Ventus grouched.
"Yes, yes, you have the hots for my sister. And exactly what was this conversation for?" I said.
Next class was Honors Geometry. I aced this class, because of A) the nice teacher, Mr. Ansem, and B) my innate ability to manipulate math. My seat was in the back of the class, near the wall, to avoid notice. After all, an artist needs peace and quiet so she can draw without interruption.
You can guess, based on what I did in class and where I sat, that I was an introverted, shy, unpopular girl. I was, to an extent, but most of that mask was what it was—a façade. I was a master of masks, ranging from introvert to awe. Move on to lunch.
Lunch break was an hour, and for a goodly amount of that time I sat on a bench trying to sketch the view of the school.
Drawing the gigantic building had become a sort of game for me. Which would be faster: my drawing, or the bell? Doing this was therapeutic for me, because I had minor anger management issues.
As I was tracing the giant fountain statue in the courtyard, someone grabbed my shoulders and licked the back of my neck.
Revolted, I jerked away and smashed whoever had done that in the face with my sketchbook.
Riku reeled back, clutching his nose, while laughing. That stupid prankster was at it again?
"How the hell did you escape juvie this time?" I demanded, frantically rubbing my neck with my sleeve. Riku's saliva made a dark stain on my light-grey jacket. It was my favorite one, too!
"He broke the bars and killed five guards," Xion smirked, coming up from behind the two of us. Kairi and Ventus followed, cackling.
"He licked me! Like a DOG!" I shrieked, still pissed off.
"Would you really expect anything less of a barbarian like him?" Kairi joked. Even I laughed at that one.
"So anyways, did you accept?" Ventus asked.
I was confused. "Accept what?"
"Roxas," Xion said.
"Oh, hell no! Him? NO!" I ranted.
"Why?" Riku asked. "Is it because he's ugly?"
"It's not that, he's actually—" I stopped at that. The "barbarian" had nearly tricked me into complimenting Roxas. Thankfully the bell rang at that point, forcing the five of us to scatter like gunfire was coming at us.
The last class of the day was PE. I loved PE, because our teacher, Mr. Eraqus, wasn't as much of a sadist as most PE teachers were at the school. He did, however, force us into running a mile every class. I didn't mind, because I loved to run. I loved the sensation of wind rushing through my streaming hair, the sight of scenery flashing by, and the sound of my classmates panting pathetically as they struggled to keep up.
The second half of our class consisted of playing dodgeball with seniors and getting our butts kicked. I was taken out after the opening volley when somebody caught my throw.
After that humiliating session, my class went to get changed. The bell rang as I was half-finished, forcing me to rush or be yelled at by Aqua for being late.
As I charged out the door, zipping up my jacket as I did so, someone grabbed my backpack from behind, lifting me up into the air. I kicked behind me, but hit nothing but empty air.
"Hey Namine, how ya doin'?" a casual voice asked.
Oh, great—it was that jackass Seifer. Judging by two chuckles coming from behind him, his two minions Rai and Fuu were accompanying their leader.
"Fuck off, Seifer!" I shouted back angrily.
He dropped me, as usual. Then he grabbed me by my collar and slammed me up against the wall. That was not normal, to say the least.
"What was that, Namine?" Seifer asked me in a cool tone.
I didn't answer, so he shook me and asked me again.
"Wanna say that again to my face, bitch?" he snarled, when I still didn't answer.
"Speak when you're spoken to, girl!" Then he slapped me.
"Ow!" But I refused to say anything more than that.
Slap.
"Stop!"
Slap.
"Stop that!"
"Answer me!" he shouted.
"Excuse me, but what are you doing with my daughter?" a soft, but icy, voice inquired.
All four of us whirled to our right, where a tall, pink-haired woman was standing.
My mom, Lightning Farron.
"Oh, you're in trou-ble," I snickered, drawing out the syllables of "trouble".
Mom's reputation was well known throughout the school. It was rumored she had cowed the principal into letting me off my suspension when I yelled at the cheerleading captain for insulting me. I was lectured at home, but seeing Principal Xehanort's expression was totally worth it.
Seifer dropped me and ran off without ceremony, Rai and Fuu hot on his heels.
"Are you okay, Nami?" Mom asked quietly, smiling gently at me.
"Yeah. Wow, you can be scary at times, Mom," I said with a giggle.
"It's my specialty!" she declared with a giggle of her own.
We got home at about 3:30. Aqua was waiting for us.
"Mom!" she squealed, running into Mom's arms.
My mother chuckled, running a hand through her daughter's hair.
"Hey there, sweetheart," she smiled. "Miss me?"
"Yeah!" my sister whined. "I had to put up with Namine for a whole month while you were away!"
I rolled my eyes at the poor insult, while my mom just smirked.
Suddenly the AT&T theme chirped. Mom checked her phone, as she was the only one of us who actually kept her ringtone to its default.
"What? Him? Are you sure?" she demanded. An unintelligible voice answered.
Mom clicked her phone shut.
"Girls, it's your dad. He wants to see you," she said.
I could not believe my ears. A single drop of sweat slid down my back. Dad? Mom had to be kidding.
Roxas doesn't seem like an arrogant jerk, but like I said, Namine may be biased...
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