Honestly not sure how I feel about this chapter. I kind of hate it actually but...I'm not sure how I want to change it. Either way I think I'll leave it like this and if one day I figure it out, then I'll change it. XD Enjoy this chapter...and hopefully the next will be better :)

Anonymous Letters

Chapter 2: Use Somebody

Two years later, I find myself stuck in a loop that I can't get out of.

I throw my papers into my briefcase and loosen my tie. Blond spikes peak into view and I sigh, "What is it now Cloud?"

Cloud is Namine's older brother and he couldn't be more protective now that their Father is dead. I was able to secure him a job here so that he can support himself and the "required" girlfriend. "Sephiroth's secretary told me to find you before you leave and let you know that our block has tomorrow off."

"Fine."

"Tonight is Sora's birthday and I'm taking him to that new club so he can relax. Are you coming?"

"Yeah I'll come."

"We'll pick you up."

"No need, just give me the address." Cloud scribbles onto the scrap of paper that I hand him. Taking it back, I slip the note into my pocket and leave the office.

Striding wearily up to the front door. As I head to the bedroom, I spot Namine in the kitchen. I sigh as I slip up the stairs.

Dad wants me to propose to her soon...I can feel it. He's just waiting to say it.

I leave my boots and briefcase on the floor and head to the closet. I change into leather pants and a close fitting sleeveless inky shirt. I slip my feet into my combat boots and let a studded belt hang on my hip. I glance at the clock as I run the black eyeliner along my eyes. Running a hand through my hair to undo tangles, I take a deep breath.

I should get going so I get there on time.

I fish my wallet out of my dress pants and into my back pocket. But not before attaching the chain so that I don't lose it.

I've been to clubs before. It's just that I don't tell anyone but Namine.

I step inside the kitchen and she turns her calm ocean blue eyes to me, "You look nice. Are you going out with Sora and Cloud?"

"How'd you know?"

"Kairi called me. She figured that her, Tifa, and I could get together while you all are out."

"Then go Namine. You deserve to get out of this house." I smirk before turning, "I won't get into any trouble. You can take the Mercedes I'll take the other one."

I arrive five minutes before I'm supposed to be here and it doesn't surprise me one bit. I stand beside the vehicle waiting for Cloud, watching the line slowly enter into the club. I don't have to wait long though. Him and Sora climb off Cloud's motorcycle. A pair of charcoal sunglasses rest atop Cloud's blonde spikes, even though it's dark out. Wearing tight navy jeans and a black shirt, he appears casual yet formal all at the same time just as no eyeliner adorns his eyes. He doesn't need it to bring out those full of life blues of his anymore than they actually are.

Compare to us, Sora looks like a nervous cat about to walk into a dog's territory. He wears a similar attire to myself but his isn't as simple. Apparently attire picked out by Kairi since his nerves are frayed. Intricate golden and baby blue lines weave along the trims of his shirt and down the sides of his pants where it wraps around that trim as well. While those large innocent aqua orbs of his are going to attract anyone and everyone.

We stride up to the bouncer, show our IDs, and join the crow inside. Cloud points to a table in the back, "That's where we'll meet in two hours."

"Oh and Sora that means you keep moving till then." I add in.

We won't meet back up. It's just so Sora feels better about being here.

Cloud merges over to the dark side of the room while Sora nervously molds into the dancing mob. I take a seat on the stool in front of the bar and scan the room.

A small group stands talking in the corner adjacent to me. One breaks from the group and pushes into the crowd. The lights flash toward them and illuminate the one that left's blonde hair. Just as I think I'll see who they are, someone sits down beside me. "Waiting on someone?"

I reluctantly turn to the voice and look into a set of mesmerizing eyes. It's as if a mini storm rages within them. Blue-gray and whitish blue circles toward the pupil and becomes darker as it does. There's no way they could be contacts. "Go away."

"I know you. Aren't you a businessman's son?"

"Didn't I just say to go away? I'm trying to keep an eye on my friend."

Which is a complete lie. It's just those eyes seem to strip away every barrier I've ever put up till it's just...me...the me I use to be.

"The name of the club is True Reflection. So forget everyone's faces and looks and be you. It's the only reason I'm talking to you."

"Then do me a favor. See the blonde over there?" He looks to where I point and nods. "Go over there and cheer him up. He's a bit of a sour puss."

A thin chocolate eyebrow rises, "Is he homophobic?"

"I doubt it. His name's Cloud, so get going."

Shrugging, he slides off the stool and begins over to Cloud. I turn to the woman tending to the bar, "Just give me a water for now."

When she returns, she hands me some colored concoction, "From the girl at the end of the bar."

Smiling to myself, I sip at it as the next song flutters through the speakers. The girl stands and moves to sit where that man had previously been. She begins talking, while I ignore her completely, and before I know it, she presses her lips against mine. "If anyone asks, don't tell anyone 'kay?"

"What?"

"My boyfriend wouldn't be happy to know that I'm here."

"No that's not what I meant." I abruptly rise from my stool, "I meant what as in what do you think you're doing?" She doesn't answer but just stares blankly. "You're going to need to leave me alone." Turning to walk away, I stagger slightly, not realizing until now that, that drink was stronger than I originally thought. Nonetheless, I push myself away from the bouncing crowd and into a corner booth.

Shivers shoot through my frame as fingers run along my inner thigh. My gaze snaps over to a familiar face, yet I still can't seem to focus on him, my vision blurring. "New to the club?" I nod as he leans over and presses his lips to mine. Pushing my back against the wall, I pull the petite man onto my lap. The erratic pounding of my heart beats against his own.

I know him...If only I could get a good look. He's gentle and passionate, knowing just how to whisper the soothing words that go in one ear and out the other.

Groaning, I sit up and glance around to find myself in a small motel room. I can remember nothing of the previous night and I find out why as I see several wine bottles strewn around on the side table. Held in place by one of them is a note with navy script scrawled across the page. With the sheets curled around my nude body, I lean over and pull the letter free.

Dear Riku,

I will hold my silence and keep your secrets safe until you wish to reveal them yourself. Now that you have knowlodge of my love for you, that I've held for such a long time, I feel disappointed in myself for not telling you sooner. Especially when you told me that you felt the same way all those years ago. I will never let your kind words drift from my mind. I'm sure you won't exactly remember who I am but possibly, that is for the best, for me to help you from a distance. I pray that you can stand up to your father and have a happy life...even if it is not involving me. I'll be there whenever you might need me.

P.S. Thanks for the wonderful night 3

*~*~*~You know that I could use somebody, someone like you.~*~*~* Use Somebody {Kings of Leon}