Chapter 5

Mystery Kiss!

"The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out alive."

This morning was just... weird.

Sora was late to class, as usual, and was running through the quad to get to the classrooms on the other side when he saw this person standing in front of the door. He didn't know who it was, didn't know why they were blocking the entrance. Even weirder was this person was wearing some kind of like... cloak. It looked leathery and black, a zipper ran all the way to the bottom and it was just bizarre. He couldn't even see the face behind the shadow the hood made on their face, but it didn't matter; Sora was late to Algebra again and pretty soon the professor was gonna have his head on a platter. He tried his hardest to ignore this person, yet they just kept staring at him.

But it was only worse when Sora passed them.

This morning was just... weird.

Sora was late to class, as usual, and was running through the quad to get to the classrooms on the other side when he saw this person standing in front of the door. He didn't know who it was, didn't know why they were blocking the entrance. Even weirder was this person was wearing some kind of like... cloak. It looked leathery and black, a zipper ran all the way to the bottom and it was just bizarre. He couldn't even see the face behind the shadow the hood made on their face, but it didn't matter; Sora was late to Algebra again and pretty soon the professor was gonna have his head on a platter. He tried his hardest to ignore this person, yet they just kept staring at him.

But it was only worse when Sora passed them.

This person grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back, making sure to keep that arm pinned behind him. "W-what the...?" the brunette yelps as something dark covers his eyes; this person is blindfolding him. He can't even register what the hell is going on; all these thoughts kept pounding against his head and he's struggling to get away from this person. He tries using his arms and legs but it's clearly not working; he can still feel this person struggle to get a grip on him to keep him still. Sora slams his elbow back but feels his other arm pin it back with the other. He yelps in pain. But what he hadn't noticed until his back hit what felt like the stone walls of the building was that this person had been trying to back him up this entire time. He couldn't move his arms since they were pinned (by what felt like one hand only) by the wrist against the cold, stone wall, and a hand snaked its way up his neck and to his jaw line. It slithered to cup his cheek and Sora shudders; why was this stranger so gentle?

He could feel their presence getting closer by breath on his lips. Sora's heart stopped beating completely.

The brunette could hear a soft chuckle, almost familiar to him, and it'd be deep and sort of alluring if this person weren't trying to rape him! There was a pause, and when Sora opened his mouth to scream for help his words were silenced by lips on his own.

They moved so gently against his, an action which stirred Sora's resistance almost immediately. He balled his hands into fists and behind the black cloth that blinded his eyes, the blue orbs were widened with shock. Who is this...? Why are they kissing me?he thought to himself in a panic, almost afraid to ask. This person ran their free hand down from his cheek to his neck, gently rubbing the skin there making Sora moan a little; the action was so tender it caught him off guard. A finger played at a spot on his neck that made him shudder, and he didn't know whether he should kiss back or turn his head away.

Shyly and unsure, he pressed his lips back just as softly.

But just as soon as he started kissing back, he felt something wet against his cheeks as this person pulled away. He could feel the shaking in their hands, and heard a soft, "I'm sorry..." before they let go of his hands and he could hear the sound of tapping feet running. Immediately, he ripped of the blindfold and rubbed at his wrists, staring at the slowly disappearing body in the black cloak over the other side of the quad.

Who... was that?

Just as that person ran, he saw Axel running towards him, book bag lazily slung over his shoulder. But he still didn't move. Sora just sat there.

"Hey Sora." the red head says, huffing and panting for air. "You late too?"

He said nothing.

"Uh... something happen?"

You have... no idea...

"No..." Sora responded slowly, snapping his eyes away from the other building. "Nothing at all."

It was all he could think about in Algebra.

Who was this person, and why did they kiss him? Better yet, why a blindfold? Sora had suspicions on who it may have been, but he wasn't entirely sure. I mean, Roxas had seemed pretty sketchy the day before, and he was supposed to guess who he liked but Roxas doesn't seem like the kinda guy to get all sentimental with other dudes. He's a ladies' man; what's he need a boyfriend for? Sora just needed to talk to someone about this.

Looking to his right, Riku wasn't there.

He came into Chemistry class three periods later that day.

"So let me get this straight..." Riku taunts, taking a spoonful of ramen and shoving it into his mouth. "Some guy walked up to you this morning and kissed you? And you kissed him back?" He shoots his best friend a you're-a-total-moron glare and takes another spoonful of ramen. "Are you retarded? What were you thinking? Oh wait, that's a dumb question because clearly you WEREN'T!"

Sora blushes the reddest he's ever blushed and looks away from his silver haired friend. "I know that... It's just that they were... I-I don't know!" he throws a pillow over his face and hides himself, refusing to look at his pissed-off best friend. Riku had a point though; why didSora kiss them back? He didn't know who it was or why they were doing it but... why would he do something like that? It's totally out of character.

"Who do you think it was, Sora?"

That's a good question. I have no idea.Sora thought to himself with a sigh, peeling the pillow from his face and falling back onto the floor. Riku stared at him with a quizzical look and sighed again. "I don't know, Riku. I don't really know anyone well enough to make a good guess..."

The silver headed man chuckles, then crawls next to best friend to give him a pet on the head. "Then we'll ask around, alright? See what people know? Maybe then we can figure out who it was."

Sora smiles. "Yeah. Thanks, Riku. You're the best."

They spent maybe three hours bothering people around the school. And got no results whatsoever.

I think the closest to "results" they got was talking to Naminè, and she claimed she saw someone dressed in a black cloak walking around the quad during homeroom. She even drew a picture, but that didn't exactly help on figuring out who it was... When Riku went to talk to Kairi about it (since Sora was still a total chicken in talking to her) he said Kairi didn't know anything. Roxas didn't even see the guy, and Axel claimed he passed him on the quad while heading for class. Roxas even asked a couple of his friends, but none of them knew anything either. His friend Olette could've sworn she saw someone like that around, but wasn't sure it was them.

So in total, they had... nothing and a fantastic doodle. Awesome. Totally helping the cause here.

"I can't believe this." Sora groans. He rests his head on Riku's legs and stares up at his silver-headed friend. "How hard can it really be to find a guy in a black leather cloak? I mean, somebody's gotta know something... but they're not saying anything."

Sora could see the slightest tint of pink of his best friend's cheeks. Why is Riku blushing? "Yeah, I know. We can try again tomorrow, alright?"

Sora shifts upward a little, bringing his face closer to Riku's and groans. "Why tomorrow?"

The tint of pink on his face becomes more noticeable. What is with him? "I-It's almost eight. You should probably head back to your room."

"Yeah... I guess so..."

The walk back to his room was long and painful.

Not only did he have to walk down three staircases, but he was trapped in his own train of thought and sitting in the memory of what had happened that morning. Why didhe kiss that person back? What was he thinking? Maybe Riku was right... maybe he wasn't thinking...

He loped down the hall, banged a quick left on the first floor and fled to his room, slamming the door behind him. He noticed that Roxas wasn't in the room for once, though he's most likely at Axel's, and stepped into the darkness of the room with ease. He sighs, letting his book bag fall onto the floor before he sat down on the bottom couch of the loft bed on Roxas's side of the room. He slouches back onto the soft cushion, lets himself sink into it. He turns his head so he can see, one eye buried in soft black cushioning and the other looking out towards the room.

Something shimmered from the drawers. It caught his eye.

Curiously, Sora lopes to the dresser under the TV and notices a black leather sleeve hanging out. And then it hits him. He opens the drawer and pulls it out, stares wide-eyed as he sees the very same black leather cloak from this morning, zipper down the middle just like he remembered it.

No way.

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