ShadowedDarkness: I told you I was trying! (grins) Well, here's another chapter. And once again I own absolutely nothing.
Yeah, so this chapter is still from Sora's P.O.V, but they're all memories. Well the stuff in italics anyway. The bold and not in italic words are lyrics from a song called maddening shroud by frou frou. Amazing singer and you should all go check her out. But, wait, straying from the main point; some of the memories are repetitive of those from previous chapters. Just to let you know. Anyway-
On to the story!
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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 ban television, and going to the play island, and-
-which really wasn't fair because Riku was extremely persuasive in his own way. I curled 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 in this situation my mother was 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 it was a beautiful sight that would be engraved in my mind for the rest of my life. The red tails almost glowed blue as they fell…
And I cried…
…because the angels were falling…
Sometimes I like to get away from this maddening shroud.
Riku was angry at me…
I told him I was sorry that I cried. But he was still insulted that I hadn't liked the thoughtful gift he had given me. It had been two days already and he still refused to talk to me.
Dejected and alone, I swung my feet quietly over the water's waves; my feet were still too short to reach it while I sat on the dock. When would he forgive me? I hadn't meant to cry…but…
…I saw them…
He called me a liar.
I didn't even notice the approaching footsteps until a hand placed itself on my shoulder. I looked up hopefully, but it wasn't Riku. In fact, I had never seen his face before.
He smiled at me. "Hello. Why do you look so sad?"
I pouted slightly. "My fwiends mad at me," I sighed.
He held out his hand. "I'm Brandon. I'll be your friend."
I couldn't help but smile.
Sometimes I'll have you know it's all insane.
Riku had finally started talking to me again. And I felt…happy. But, for some reason, he wouldn't drop what I had said the night of the comets. About the angels…
Which I absolutely refused to talk about.
Green eyes stared softly into mine. "You can tell me you know…"
"I know. But, I…can't." Because I didn't want him to get mad at me again…
A hand gently placed itself onto my shoulder. "You can trust me." Green eyes flashed with an emotion, pride? "Sure you can tell me! I'm your bestest fwiend!" He laughed, mimicking my lisp.
Giggling I nodded. "Yuppews. And you'll always be my bestest fwiend. Wight?"
Smiling, he nodded, his silver hair flashing in the sunlight as he did. "Of coarse Sora. Who else would come to save you from the pirates?"
His eyes danced with laughter as I huffed. "Humph. I can save myself." Turning around I tripped only to land into his arms.
"Are you sure?"
Blushing, I nodded. "Yeah. But you'll always be there wight? Juwst in case?"
He laughed softly. "Maybe…"
Maybe it's time for me to pack it in.
Riku told me he didn't like Brandon. He didn't like him. At. All.
But he would play with him anyway because I did. Although, at every opportunity he could get, he would constantly point out that there was something funny about him. After all, why would a teenager want to play with a seven year old?
I wouldn't talk to Riku after that.
I played more with Brandon after that.
Riku just walked away…
Maybe it's time for me to jack it in.
We hardly played together anymore. Me and Riku. It made me…sad.
I told Brandon, but he just brushed the topic of Riku off. He doesn't seem to like Riku almost as much as Riku doesn't seem to like him. For some reason, that made me angry at him.
But…I didn't want to lose him…
But he kept talk'n funny. He kept talking about weird things: like static, how it-whatever it was-felt, and me. Especially me. Which weirded me out, to be perfectly honest.
I started talking to Riku again…
Maybe it's time for me to halt...
I was playing with Brandon today, I hadn't been able to find Riku.
He was talking funny again.
"It's like watching static on the TV." Brandon said softly, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You want to fix it, but sometimes you can't."
Blinking, I looked up. "What do you mean Bwandon?"
"I'm sorry Sora…"
Soft warm lips slowly came in contact with my own. Blinking confusedly up at the older teen, I felt the strong arms encircle my waist. His mouth moved against my own, his tongue coming out to flick at my chapped lips every-now and then.
I let my eyes close, it felt…nice…
I gasped as a hand slowly crawled up my shirt. Without warning, Brandon's tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring the small cavern. Moaning softly, I blushed. This felt more then nice…
Brandon slowly pulled away. Opening my eyes, I felt my blush increase. When had I wound up on the floor? "Bw-bwandon…?"His hands slowly traveled across my chest.
"I'm sorry Sora…"
Suddenly I felt it. My mind went fuzzy. I stared up at Brandon's slightly blurry face.
"I'm sorry Sora, I'm so sorry." He whispered softly. "I had to. I'm sorry..." He whispered, slowly kissing up my neck. "I'm so, so sorry."
"Bu-but…y-you di-didn't…ahhh!" I cried out as pain slowly spread through my stomach. Brandon slowly stood up.
"But I did Sora…I betrayed you…He knows…"
Clutching my stomach, I curled up in a ball. It hurt, it hurt so much. I didn't understand. Did Brandon do this to me? I thought he was my friend…He? He knows? He who? What does he know? "Nnngh!" I clenched my teeth. Oh gods it hurt!
"Sora!"
I opened watery eyes to see who called me. But I couldn't see, everything was dark…
"Sora! Get off of Sora!"
There were a few shouts, and then silence. What happened? What happened!
I was suddenly being shaken violently. My eyes widened. "Naah!" The pain in my stomach and the sudden violent shaking session was making me sick. My head flopped uselessly back and forth as I was shaken. Oh gods. "S-stop! Ngh!" I gasped as I was dropped, and my vision reappeared. There was a swift kick to my stomach and it didn't matter that I got it back, seeing as I closed my eyes in pain. What was going on? What was, what was happening? Oh my gods it hurt. It hurt.
"You don't understand. This has to happen, it has to!"
Everything seemed hazy, fuzzy…like static…
"You don't understand Riku, he's, he's-"
Riku, wait, Riku was here?
I began to cough violently. My hands flew to my mouth. I kept coughing, I couldn't stop, I couldn't breathe. Opening my eyes, I looked down at my hands, still coughing. Red…why were they red?
Looking up, I was confused at the sight before me.
Brandon, why was Brandon, why was Brandon on top of Riku? Why were his, why were his hands around his throat? Why was Riku crying? Riku was...crying? I felt anger surge through me. I faintly knew I was still coughing, but I ignored it, and I ignored the red substance on my hands, the wet metallic tasting liquid in my mouth, ignoring that the liquid was running down my chin. All I could feel was the anger that suddenly bubbled up in my chest. All I could feel was that static in my mind. It was everything, it was nothing, and I was seeing red.
Giving a wild cry I tackled Brandon, slamming him into the ground.
There was a gasp, a sharp intake of breath, and a cough beside me. Riku, Riku was okay, he was okay.
But Brandon, he needed to hurt. Like Riku. I was going to make him cry. He would cry because he made Riku cry, Riku never cried, Brandon needed to be punished. Brandon made Riku cry. He needed to, he needed to…
…he needed to die…
There was a wild angry buzzing in my head, the static taking over, I could hear, see, and feel nothing. Nothing but that annoying static and that crying…
And I was seeing again, Riku was shaking me violently. His hands on my shoulders trembling, shouts of to 'stop it' escaping his lips, and tears coursing down his cheeks. I felt a pain in my chest at the sight. He was crying again? But, didn't I already…?
I looked down...
Brandon's eyes were open and unseeing; his mouth was in the shape of a silent scream.
W-what?
My hands were around his throat, and I jerked away, as if burned.
I stared. Why wasn't he moving? Why wasn't Brandon moving! Leaning over I touched his shoulder and shook it. He needed to stop playing; couldn't he see that Riku was crying? Riku never cried.
"Bwandon? B-bwandon? You'we scawing me…Bwandon?"
I was suddenly pulled into a tight hug, Riku squeezing me if I was his very life line. I pulled away and looked into aqua eyes uncertainly. And then I cried.
I've got a good mind to throw it all away.
My mommy took me to his funeral.
No one else was there.
Throw it all away.
No one else seemed to understand what I had done. Or rather, no one could believe that a scrawny little kid had the ability to hold down a fit teenager and manage to choke him to death. Not with out help anyway. And Riku wasn't strong enough to pull that off either-or so his mother claimed. So those bruises on his neck which matched my hand size perfectly must have been from something else. Some other cause.
I couldn't believe they were covering up what I had done. I was bad…shouldn't I be punished?
I refused to come out of my room for weeks.
I refused to eat.
And above anything else, I couldn't look Riku in the eyes…
Throw it all away.
I woke up in the hospital. My mom was crying in the corner of the room. Apparently she had tried to wake me up and I…was unresponsive. Whatever that meant.
I just looked away; I didn't want to see her any more. But maybe that had something to do with the fact that Riku was sitting right next to her, clear worry written across his face.
My stomach churned violently.
I looked down at my hands. There were needles sticking out of my arm- apparently they were force feeding me.
I hadn't meant to, but I faked sleep. I faked long after Riku and mommy left, long after the doctors and nurses checked up on me, faked even after the lights were turned off because it was night time. Block out the world because maybe it was just an extremely bad dream. Nothing else made sense but that reasoning. This wasn't real. This was not real.
I opened my eyes.
I was still in the hospital.
My door opened, and I was surprised as a person slowly began walking into my room. It was a boy around my age that walked slowly into my line of sight. I could vaguely tell what color hair he had by the little that stuck out from underneath his hat. It was blonde. He looked nice. But, the closer he got, the more I wanted to do nothing but run away. Why? Because it was back. I could feel it. There was an angry buzzing in the back of my mind and it only increased as he held out his hand in beckoning.
"I've heard so much about you Sora."
I pushed myself as far back as I could away from him on the bed, my hands coming up to grip the side bars which always seemed to be on hospital beds. My knuckled were turning white. "G-go away." I managed to hiss out through clenched teeth.
"I couldn't possibly do that. Brandon told me to take care of you, you know? Just in case something ever happened to him." He grinned.
I shook my head. "P-please j-ju-ust-ugh!" Oh…
My body was moving on its own as I slowly turned around and grasped his outstretched hand. His grin widened. "Thought so, and the names Seifer. Ready to go?"
That was the night I met Seifer…
And the static took over.
I've got a good mind to throw it all away.
I had them cornered. Seifer stood in the background, coaxing me on. "Good Sora, good, good little bastard."
I just grinned at the woman in front of me as she gripped tightly to the silver-haired child she held protectively behind her.
"… scared of little ol' me."
I laughed; I couldn't help it as I slowly ran my tongue up the flat side of the knife I was going to carve her with. "Don't be scared…" I whispered, slowly cornering the woman against the wall. "…I'm only going to kill you…"
The silver haired child wrenched himself out of the woman's grasp. "SORA! DON'T!"
But it was already too late as the knife plunged through her.
Seifer was laughing, I was crying, and Riku was dragging me and the semi-limp form of my mother from the house. Finally outside, I found myself retching at cold dead eyes that stared up at the night sky. Gripping the body I cried. Why was she leaving me? Why was he leaving? "Don't go! Please…"
Burying my head into the unmoving body, I sobbed. Why? Why her…Why him…?
Why'd they take him away?! My brother…
Wait…what brother?
Oh gods my chest hurt. They took him! They took him! THEY TOOK HIM!!!
"SORA!"
Looking up, I suddenly found cold Amber eyes. Cold amber eyes glinting demonically in the dying light. Dying, just like her…
After all, what is it worth.
I sucked in a deep breath. I was shaking and my head was pounding and my throat hurt. Like hell. But Riku was still there, holding me. He was still there and he wasn't leaving, he wasn't leaving, he wasn't leaving, he wasn't leaving-
"Sora?"
I just lifted my head and buried it into his chest. I am…
I wasn't alright. I was a monster.
He stiffened as I whispered into his rising and falling chest. "He's coming back. He's coming back..."
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ShadowedDarkness: Ta –da! That's it for now. Please leave some reviews, much love, ya?
Sora: (nod nod) Thanks again to all of those who have been reviewing this-
Riku: -Lazy ass.
ShadowedDarkness: Hey! Anyway, till next time! Ja ne!