ShadowedDarkness: Zomg, I'm updating Memory! XD So sorry that this took way to long to get out. Ugh, writer's block. Well, not really. I just had no freak'n clue how to continue….actually, I still don't. eh he. But I'm trying so I hope you like it. READ! This chapter is back in Sora's P.O.V. I know everyone's been missing this. All hail pointless rambling's of the mind!
Disclaimer: I. Own. Nothing. Not even parts of my soul…(cries)
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Memory
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I gripped tighter into the folds of Riku's shirt. I couldn't let go, I wouldn't let go; it would happen again if I did. The static that is. Oh it was most definitely still there and the fact that I couldn't remember anything I had just done, or why I was outside, or why I had this metallic taste in my mouth frightened me.
Badly.
I couldn't stop the terrified tears that streamed down my face, or stop my teeth from gnawing at my bottom lip-or stop my limbs from shaking-or stop Brandon's murder from replaying and replaying and replaying...
Riku just squeezed my body closer to his, whispering softly to me. "I got you, it's alright."
And I just wanted to laugh. But I settled for shaking my head in denial. Nothing was alright, nothing was alright at all. Because life was a skipping off-beat record and I, apparently, was a murderer. "I knew you Riku…when I was younger…" Who knew?
Damn the curiosity of my past to hell. Not that I'm not already going there anyway.
"I know," came the answering whisper. He ran his hand gently up my back. "Let's get you home."
All I wanted to do was recoil from his touch, retch at his tone of voice. It was concerned, in an empty sort of way. Shock? More than likely so. From what? That was the million-dollar question now wasn't it? What exactly had I done this time to ruin my present life along with the ones around me-who would eventually abandon me in the end-because of something that I couldn't control? Like usual.
Life sucks and the world goes 'round.
I nodded into his chest, but neither of us moved. He wouldn't unless I pulled away and, at the moment, my legs seemed incapable of working properly.
He seemed to understand my dilemma though. He hooked his right arm underneath my knees and picked me up bridal style, my head still buried into his chest, my fingers still clinging desperately to his shirt. "…sorry…" I mumbled a weak apology, even to my own ears. What could I possibly be sorry for? I didn't even know what I had done besides my incompetence, maybe, at life. But he didn't say anything as he started walking back. I refused to look up at his silence; I didn't want to see the frozen expression that would surely be there. I just squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on my lip hard enough to make it bleed. Because I absolutely couldn't get enough of that disgusting copper taste in my mouth. Yum.
A voice from our left caught my attention. "Is…he okay?"
Riku still didn't reply; he just kept walking. But whoever asked the question joined Riku, both sets of footsteps echoing in my ears in a way that hurt. "Better question. You okay kid?" And as both footsteps began to slow down, something washed-for lack of a better word- over me. I suddenly just felt so…drained. It seemed harder to breathe; my hands loosened their death grip-
"I-I think…" Riku's entire body trembled.
A pause, "Riku?"
-a shiver ran up my spine, my head was spinning, and I couldn't help the cry that escaped my lips. I opened my eyes and realized I was falling. My head fell back and my eyes locked onto a gruff looking brunette. Oh, it was Leon. And my eyes shut just as my head hit-
Black.
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Groaning I gripped my head. Oh gods, what freak'n truck hit me?!
Opening my eyes, I was startled at having my mothers face hovering concernedly over my own. Yelping, I jerked up and colliding my head with hers in a move that just proved to be incredibly stupid, surprise or no. Crying out again I clapped my hands over the smarting area. "What the hell Ma?"
There was an incredibly awkward silence as I gripped my bruised head dumbly while she just stared at me with overly shiny eyes. And suddenly she burst into tears.
I lowered my hands in surprise. Okay, what? Why was she…crying…? Looking around I realized that one, I was lying in an awkward curled-up position in our incredibly small couch; Two, it was morning; Three, glass was freak'n everywhere; four, some weird looking brunette was in the process of sweeping said glassy mess into piles.
O-okay, what the hell was going on? And I decide that now was just the time to voice that very question instead of repeating it brilliantly in my head which, obviously, could not summon anything that could fill in the gaping blank I was pulling. "What the hell is going on?"
I noticed in interest that the brunette had stilled at my question in surprise. But that wasn't important. My eyes stayed focused on her as tears still poured from amethyst eyes.
Oh isn't it hard to have Sora as you're son Juliet?
Instead of receiving an answer I was enveloped in a hug by my mom. Slowly I wrapped my arms around my hysterically sobbing mother and patted her back awkwardly. This vaguely felt familiar, like I had done something like this in the past. Like I had done something like this after something horrible…
I wasn't trying to comfort her; she was trying to comfort me.
I frowned. "What did I do this time?" I whispered. "Will you tell me?"
She just shook her head against my neck.
"Please?" She just shook her head again, brown curly locks brushing against my neck. I sighed in response. Glancing around the house, I winced at the mess. God, and we had just finished unpacking the place to make it look half-way decent. "I'm sorry for whatever it was that I did…this time…"
I trailed off at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. I frowned. What was with all the foreign people in the house? And, what the hell, did that kid have silver hair? One look at me and he smiled, "He's okay." My frown deepened. Who…?
…those eyes…looked…
My mother pulled away from my embrace and I brought my attention back to her. My heart ached at her tear stained face. She looked terrible and distraught and it was all my fault. She shook her head at the other teen. "No, no h-he's n-not." Surprise crossed his features; he opened his mouth to question but she cut him off. "I told y-you this might ha-appen. He, he doesn't remember. Anything." She turned to face me. "Do you S-sora?"
I wanted everything in the world to deny that statement, just to see her smile. But I couldn't. I just looked away-shamed. When a hand placed itself over my own, I looked up into concerned aqua eyes. Brilliant aqua eyes. Familiar aqua eyes…
"Do you…really not…"
He left the question open, and when I didn't answer…
He understood my silence. His face fell. He looked so…sad.
Pulling my hands away I covered my face. I couldn't look at them any more. I couldn't look at their despaired and disappointed faces. I couldn't look at those eyes. It hurt. "I'm sorry."
Hands pulled my own away from my face. "You know. You really shouldn't hide your eyes like that."
My heart throbbed at the statement, and suddenly my head buzzed. "W-what?"
"Don't hide your eyes…"
I looked up into those caring brilliant sea green eyes. The buzzing grew louder. "R-ri…" My stomach churned as he suddenly gripped my hands tighter and my mother let out a startled gasp. He seemed so familiar. Those eyes. I knew them. I've always known them. "…ku…?" As soon as his name passed my lips, I wanted to take it back. "It hurts…it hurts…"
The buzzing was screaming. My eyes burned and I jerked away to curl into myself. It hurt. "Make it go away!" Scraping at my head. I was sure I was screaming. But it was so loud and I wouldn't be surprised if my brains began to leak out of my ears. Anything to escape that.
And arms wrapped around me, gripped me, his voice whispering softly in my ear. "Don't fight it. Don't fight it."
Something coppery filled my mouth. I was biting my lip.
"Don't fight it! Remember!"
But I desperately didn't want to.
"Don't fight it! Remember damnit!"
So I didn't…
And I did…
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I was staring up at the night sky, my hands grasping at my companions. I didn't like the dark but he said that we were going to go somewhere fun. Alone.
Ooooh but it was night, and we had snuck out, and my mommy said that if I did that again I wouldn't be able to go to Riku's house for a week, and cut me off from candy, and band television, and going to the play island, and-
-which really wasn't fair because Riku was persuasive in his own way. Curling the fingers of my free hand around the small lollipop; it wasn't fair to bribe someone with an insatiable need for all that was pure sugary goodness with, well, sugar…
So I wasn't sure if this situation my mother evil and mean or Riku.
But he promised me something good. Along with candy…So I went with him. Pouting over at the older boy, I whined. "What awe you showing me? I dun see anything."
He just gave me a smile. "You'll see. Just look up."
And together we watched the comets fall.
And I cried…
…because the angels were falling…
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ShadowedDarkness: The next chapter is going to be filled to the brim with Sora's, up until now, mysterious past. Aren't we all excited?!
Sora: I'll admit that I'm curious.
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