To my scarce readers,
Sorry about not updating in so long
I was on an eventful journey for inspiration and I have come to
Write this story for all of you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts –dies a little inside-
I'm not sure how long we sat there on those chairs listening to the leaked sound of the endless chatter from the restaurant from the office with our eyes focused on the window. Even Leon with his endless patience seemed to grow a bit restless in his leather chair in which the sweat from his arms had probably begun to stick. The brown haired manager suddenly stood up causing my eyes to flit away from its recent fixation to him.
"Well, I've got to head out now, so after you guys are done making me feel awkward, please go ahead and start on your 'campaigns'" I heard him grumble something about trouble ahead before closing the door behind him.
"How interesting." I heard Bi-Wal murmur beside me, his wandering gaze finding a resting place on my face while his face twisted into one of utter speculation and criticism. My lips pursed together for a brief moment, but quickly stretched into a faux friendly grin as I attempted an air of confidence.
"I'll go easy on you." As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to slap myself on the face or bash my head in with a rock, but even that wouldn't suck them back into my throat. The handsome rival arched a curious eyebrow and turned his fathomless expression away from me before gathering his jacket in his arm and rising in his chair. He sighed quietly as he walked out the door and into the café and soon I was left alone in the office feeling awkward and stupid.
"Augh!" I groaned grabbing my hair and pushing it forcefully to the front and stamping my feet on the carpet. I burst out of the chair pushing it over in my frustration and tried to leave without putting it back upright, but sorely failed as a familiar sense of guilt found its way into my angry mind and I was soon leaned over pulling the chair back up.
"This sucks." I moaned in irritation as I shoved the chair to place it back into symmetry and finally left the place. As soon as my feet touched the tile of the café floor, eyes were glued to my ruffled hair and upset face, probably wondering what in the world had gone on in the office. For the most part, I tried to ignore them, but then just focused on getting the heck out of the place. For some reason, it felt larger then when I had first entered, but eventually the familiar sound of a bell touched my ears and I was out on the cobblestone safe from the hushed whispers and drilling eyes.
"What happened to you?" My head flitted upwards at the source of the voice and my eyes widened as the silver haired boy walked up to me with his hands placed casually in his pockets.
"Nothing." I answered curtly, turning my face away from him afraid that he would recognize me. He tilted his head to the side as if trying to get a good look at what I was trying to hide; I just turned my face further to the side in response.
"If you say so." He replied easily, raising his head back to its original position. His mouth was closed, but he looked like he wanted to say something.
"What?" He looked surprised when I asked, but the shock turned into amusement and he gave me an indulgent smile.
"Ah well that is, I heard that you're trying to get a job here." I nodded slowly, careful to keep my eyes and head down so that my hair would guard my identity.
"Well, I work here so I was thinking that we should be friends if we're going to be working together right?" I had to look up at this, what was he talking about? My eyebrows narrowed in concentration as I tried to comprehend his sudden friendliness. The grin on his face was sincere and I would have to believe in it this time. He held out a hand.
"My name is Riku, and yours?" I stared at his hand and kept my arms by my side. His arm was held up for some time until I finally looked up at him.
"I don't know if I'm working here yet, I have competition, so this.." I waved my arms around at his attempt.
"It might be wasted." I told him finally with an exasperated sigh. He paused and dropped his arm, but a smile was still present on his handsome face.
"I see, its Bi-Wal right?" He put a hand on his chin as if thinking hard and suddenly snapped his fingers, which sort of surprised me causing me to jump a bit.
"Oh sorry." He laughed at my reaction holding his arms up as a sign of apology before his eyes lit up with a sort of pleasant mischief. I glanced at him curiously.
"I'll help you, but if you win you have to introduce me to your sister." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully and hit my shoulder, it hurt. I rubbed my shoulder and looked at him with obvious confusion.
"I don't have a sister." It was time for him to be confused, he furrowed his eyebrows at me, his eyes seemed to be analyzing my face. I grit my teeth in frustration and turned my head away again, cursing mentally that I had forgotten to be careful.
"Really? I met this girl who looks just like you; she skipped out on our date." He sighed unhappily with a dreamy smile on his lips. He elbowed me teasingly in the stomach. Again, ouch.
"She was a real looker, but it's fine, lot's of girls on this island…" I rolled my eyes at his quick recovery and began to step around him with as much subtly that could be managed. A hand on my wrist stopped me. I turned my head slightly, looking sidelong at him.
"Let's go shopping." I raised an eyebrow at his suggestion, but he didn't seem to mind the annoyance that I wore so openly on my expression, but instead rolled his own eyes.
"Remember? I said I'd help you." He reminded me, beginning to take his hand away and walking towards the direction of the market district, I followed behind grudgingly, but without much resistance.
"But I don't have anything to give back…" I reproved when he didn't mention anything, he turned his head to look at me, a wolfish grin on his face.
"You'll just owe me." He winked before turning back to the front; I trotted to his side unwillingly, but the fear of getting lost in such a crowded place kept me there.
"What are we going shopping for anyway?" I questioned him as I tried to keep up with his pace while fixing my hair at the same time. He looked me from head to toe and finished by allowing me to see his face which implied that I was missing something obvious. I only responded with the same bewilderment that I felt in my head.
"For your wardrobe, no offense, but you kind of dress like a girl." I tried to look appropriately ashamed and offended at the same moment, picking at my clothes with my fingers as if trying to figure it out. I had tried to pick the more neutral pieces of clothing out of my closet this morning, but it appeared to not have worked.
"I don't really have- that- much- money" I admitted with difficulty since my breath was running out at the fact this his legs were a bit too much longer then mine and matching his stride was starting to become laborious. He ignored me as if he hadn't heard a word that I had said.
"Could you maybe – slow down?" I reached out subconsciously onto his sleeve and pulled him to an abrupt stop; he waved his arms around for balance and turned around to face me with a look of incredulity and shook his head.
"I can't believe that you're a boy" He commented before wrapping his hand around my arm and pushing through the crowd faster then before. My feet kept stumbling over one another until the point where I decided to just run along to his fast paced walk. A feeling of excitement and relief came over me when we finally stopped in front of a men's boutique. I gulped, it looked awfully expensive. He dragged me inside as I wondered if he had heard what I had tried to tell him previously. I opened my mouth to ask, but he started to fling clothes at me before I could even get the opportunity. I heard the faint customary welcome that the employees were forced to say before I was shoved into the dressing room.
"Riku.." I whined a bit when he closed the fancy door in my face and his footsteps wandered across the dressing hall way. I pulled on the clothes that lay on the top of the heap; I didn't bother to look in the mirror before stumbling out. The pushy silver haired one looked towards me and pumped a thumbs up in my face before decorating me with silver accessories and pushing something cold into the holes of my ears.
"Good, now the hair…" He murmured to himself, calling over the staff. He talked to the employee in a hushed tone slipping him a shiny card and before I could even utter my word of question, he shoved me out, clothes still on.
"Hey Riku, I can't just -- " I began to protest, looking bewildered when the alarms didn't go off when we passed the entrance.
"Yes you can, now hurry up." Luckily, I wouldn't have to run the marathon again since the destination appeared to be only a few buildings away, but even so when I saw the sign that proclaimed it to be a beauty salon of some sort, I really began to resist against Riku's push. There was no way I would let anyone chop off more hair more then it had already been, or that was my mindset before I was sitting in the plush chair and some woman named Grace was cutting my hair with deft ability. I kept my eyes clenched shut until the blow drying was over and I had been led off of the chair and was beginning to be pushed towards another direction. I was about to break free and just start to run when I caught a look in glass. A handsome boy was giving me a look of appraisal and some embarrassment, I raised my arm to wave and the boy followed suit. I blinked a few times and gasped.
"That…" Now that I noticed, a silver haired boy had now appeared as well behind the boy. Riku looked smug and satisfied with his work as he allowed me to take in the drastic change of my appearance. I wasn't the only one appeared shocked, passersby were admiring the newcomer. I was no longer Seung Kang, I was the Seung Kang.
Goodness Gracious, that felt satisfying.
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-Ham