[chapter III]

Author's Note: Hey guys! I decided to change the rating of this story, realizing that it will have intense adult themes. I couldn't help it. However, it won't be too graphic (considering their ages...they are both teenagers), and I want to let you know this isn't just a smutty story. I really am working on the plot and emotions behind it. I'm having fun writing this, though. Hurray! I said in the last chapter this would be from a different point of view, and I actually split the chapter into two parts. The first half is still in Kairi's point of view. Remember to review if you have any comments!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned everything, but alas, I do not.

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"Let's call you a cab, now. I'll see you tomorrow."

I stood there, staring at him. I wanted to ask him why.

'Why me?' I felt the frigid air choking me. 'There are a million beautiful, amazing, talented girls. Why choose me?'

He motioned for me to follow him back into the large mansion, but I couldn't move my legs. I felt frozen in place, and my legs seemed to buckle under the stress. I could feel another collapse coming. I was physically and mentally exhausted, and even standing was proving to be incredibly difficult. I was dizzy and nauseous. The world began growing hazy, and I couldn't take it anymore. Objects started to fade in and out, and soon, the only thing left in my vision was his figure, retreating to the mansion. He turned around and I saw his face, looking at me with a quiet intensity.

My mind began spiraling downward, and I felt myself falling.

I heard frantic footsteps and a shout.

I looked up one final time before the darkness took over. I saw the moon and the unreachable stars. My mind felt at ease.

Supposedly, when one passes out onto the cold concrete, there is an immense amount of pain. However, that night, I didn't feel a thing.

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"I'll be very thankful, and maybe...we can be friends? I'm a good listener. I'll be your friend and listen to you, and we can share secrets and dreams. My sister says dreams will make you happy. Please. Happiness is all I can give."

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I tossed in the soft, cloud like bed. My body was wrapped in silky blankets. It was a lovely feeling, much different from my cotton sheets and quilt at home. I breathed in and smiled. My body felt light and airy, like I was floating. This couldn't be home. Where was I?

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a large window with a full moon peering through.

'It's still night."

I was too exhausted to sit up and look around, but I continued to stare out the window into the beautiful night sky. Frost nipped at the edges of the clear glass, making patterns. The stars twinkled above.

I then remembered what had happened - my passing out from stress and heartbreak, my slavery, and him. Was I in his home? I had to be. Where else could I be? Panic started to settle in. I soon had the energy to sit up, and I looked around. My heart began to beat faster and more franticly. I was in a stranger's home, and my sisters must've been very worried. The room itself was beautiful, with light blue walls and a large white dresser. There was a full length mirror on the wall, and I stared at my reflection. My hair was a mess, and my face was a ghastly white color. There were large purple bags under my violet eyes. My vision strayed to a large chair in the corner of the room. I saw a figure sleeping there, with his head resting on his shoulder.

'He's in the room with me.'

My face flushed and I jumped from the bed. I was relieved to find I was still wearing my hoodie and ripped jeans, and the only thing missing were my shoes, which were right next to the large bed. I sighed and looked back at the boy, and then looked at the digital clock on the white dresser. It was 1:00AM. The last train to Destiny Islands had already left, and the next would be at 6:00AM. I was stuck here.

I sat on the bed dejectedly. My eyes kept going to the sleeping figure on the couch, with his hair shining in the moonlight.

'What kind of hair sticks up like that? It completely defies the laws of gravity,' I was irritated. This boy wanted me to be his slave. 'What does being a slave actually entail,' I mused, and then my face flushed. 'Physical...relationships?'

I was turning sixteen in a few weeks, so I suppose it wasn't abnormal, but it made me incredibly uncomfortable. I pushed the idea from my mind immediately.

I kept looking at him and noticed he wasn't wearing his uniform anymore. He was wearing a plain gray t-shirt, with black sweatpants. He didn't seem very threatening in lounge clothing. I examined him further and noticed he was barefoot.

'His feet are enormous.'

I smiled slightly to myself - making fun of him in my head was amusing in this terrible situation.

'He has weird, stupid hair and huge feet.'

I stifled a giggle and turned away. I didn't want him to wake up.

"Well, look who woke up."

I froze. It was too late. I didn't want to turn my head and look at him. I couldn't.

His voice sounded sickeningly sweet and it made me want to throw up. There was a long silence.

"Aren't you going to look at me?"

My back stiffened. I pulled the sheets off the bed and huddled them around me, for some strange form of protection. 'Like that'll help.'

"You should at least acknowledge me..."

I took in a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"...after all, I own you now."

I could tell he had a cocky smirk plastered on his face, even though it was dark in the room. I was praying for him to stay in the chair, far away from me. So far, I hadn't sensed any movements, and I was trying to stay still. However, when I heard a floorboard creak, I knew he was coming toward me. I didn't know what to do. I was shaking and sweating. I was certain that I didn't want to see his eyes, which were his most terrifying trait. I heard his footsteps getting closer, and my heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. In a swift moment, I threw the quilt and sheets over my head, and hugged my legs to my chest, securing myself.

I realized this wasn't the best method, as I was only hiding myself and not running away, but I knew if I tried to run, it would end horribly. So, I was content with just not looking at him. The heavy quilts draped over me, and I felt a little bit safer, besides feeling like a five year old. I wasn't embarrassed, only scared for my life.

The footsteps stopped. I wondered what his face expression was...perhaps it was furious, or upset, or gleeful at my fear. It was silent, and I heard an own hooting outside. Then, I felt a weight on the far end of the bed.

'He's sitting. Please, don't come any closer. Please.'

"You're different, aren't you...?"

It seemed as if he was speaking to the empty air. I heard a sigh.

"Is this what you do? Make yourself invisible?"

My breathing hitched.

"That's really stupid."

My heart slowed down. I felt the grip I had around my legs loosen.

"You came here to protect your sister, but you're too afraid to face me?"

I felt his hand touch my arm. I immediately stiffened.

"If you don't face your fears, you'll just stay stuck in this position forever. And that's really idiotic."

Was was he playing at? He didn't know me at all. I felt anger flood through my veins.

'Who do you think you are?' I thought angrily, 'Shut up. You don't know me.'

"You're a coward."

I snapped forward and unfurled my body, lifting the covers off my body.

"Shut up! You don't even know who I am! You're a horrible person!"

His horrendous eyes glistened, and I immediately shrunk back.

"Well, there we go."

He snickered and quickly grabbed my arm.

"People are so stupid and easy to get. You just make them angry and they open up to you. How predictable."

His smile was atrocious, and his white, sharp teeth made my stomach churn. My face became red and heated. I tried to break free, but it was futile.

"You agreed to be my slave, and you're hiding. I don't like that."

His face was dangerously close to mine. I saw those eyes, as yellow as the sun, with shards of hot orange-red sliced between. I needed to stay strong and persevere, and break free from his hold.

"If you want me to protect your sister, you'll have to listen to what I say from now on."

It was over and I knew I couldn't break free. Once he mentioned Aqua, I remembered who I was and how I had to save her. It was up to me, and I couldn't be selfish.

He realized that I had stopped resisting, and he knew he had won. He leaned his face inches away from mine. His hot breath caressed my flushed cheeks.

My eyes glazed over, and I slowly returned my vision to meet his. Purple and yellow clashed, and I saw his expression, which I'll never forget.

"Violet eyes..."

It was a mix of confusion, mixed in with disgust and horror. His face twisted into a harsh frown, his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes widened. He immediately let go of me, and I fell to the bed. He slowly backed away.

"Why..."

'Why...' I echoed in my mind.

"Why is it you?"

'Who are you?'

"I didn't know..."

His face blended in with the darkness, and he fell into the shadows.

"What's your name?"

I couldn't see him anymore. The room felt strangely empty.

I was alone.

"Kairi," I spoke, softly.

I only heard a whisper of a response, and it floated in the air, surrounding me, haunting me.

"Kairi."

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"What are you doing? Why are you here?"

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The girl obviously did not belong in my house. Sora and I would watch her stare into space while her mother worked. The large door covered us well, and we would peek and whisper to ourselves. She was very annoying to me.

'She must be stupid,' I thought smugly, 'to just stand there and watch her mom work for hours...'

She was frumpy and unkept, with weird, short hair that looked brown and red at the same time. I never actually saw her face, as she was always turned to her mother. She wore an ugly pink sweater with dirty sneakers. I hated the fact that she was infecting our home with her unattractiveness. I turned to Sora, "Don't you hate her? Why is she here?"

Sora grinned goofily. "I dunno. I think she's kind of cute! Like a lost puppy."

I snorted.

We would come to watch her every time her mom would bring her. She would just stare, not even admiring our fine house. It was incredibly irritating.

'What an idiot,' I chided, 'to just ignore our lovely things.'

Every week on Thursday afternoon from 3:00PM to 9:00PM, she'd just stand there and watch. It made my blood boil.

'What a lazy person,' I spat, 'not even helping her mother.'

I noticed Sora getting more and more interested in this girl. I sighed. Sora was never a smart child, although we were twins. He was just plain stupid, and people only loved him for his looks. At least, that's what I believed.

It was a random Thursday in September when I made contact with her. Sora and I were in our usual spot, behind the door.

"I should go introduce myself to her!"

I hit Sora on the head.

"You're an idiot. Why would you do that? She's nothing like us."

Sora looked hurt for a moment, then returned to his cheerful, idiotic state. His clear blue eyes sparkled.

"You don't know that! She could be really nice, and a good friend."

I glared.

"Who needs friends like that..." I sneered and pointed to her. "She just looks stupid and poor."

Sora tugged on one of my black spikes protruding from my head.

"Being poor doesn't mean you're a bad person."

I looked away, my gold eyes narrowing.

"Fine," I barked. "Go make a new friend."

I was incredibly annoyed. Sora had many friends. Perhaps I was just jealous of his outgoing nature. I only had two friends, Axel and Roxas, and I always thought they were all I needed.

I angrily walked away from Sora and headed to my playroom.

'How stupid. I hope I never see her again.'

It was at that moment I saw a small shadow in the doorway of my playroom.

'What? Who is...that?'

It started to back out of the door, and slowly turned around. I was face to face with the annoying girl, and slowly drank in her visual appearance. Her face was round and soft looking, with a small nose and pink cheeks. Her mouth was small, heart-shaped, and slightly curved at the edges. Her eyes were a striking shade of violet, which I had never seen on another person. Her red hair was cut choppily, and fell in front of her face. I saw her eyes widen with fear.

'Those eyes...'

I stood there for a moment, observing her small hands twitch. She was very small and fragile looking.

I didn't know what to say. I managed to regain my icy composure after the awkward silence.

"What are you doing? Why are you here?"

She gasped and began to shake. She was terrified. I didn't blame her, because I could be pretty frightening looking at times.

I was pale, thin, with ebony, spiky hair that stood up in all directions, and gleaming gold eyes. People said I had a demonic appearance, and most children and parents avoided me at all costs. They believed I could cast spells and curses on innocent people, and I would hear their hateful whispers wherever I went. Eventually, I grew used to the idea of it and convinced myself that I was, in fact, evil. I didn't think I had super human abilities or anything, but I knew I was different and was capable of making people suffer. I suppose it amused me and kept me entertained, seeing as how I had millions of toys and always got what I wanted. The loneliness I felt was soon replaced with hatred for those around me. I enjoyed to see them afraid of me. I was superior to them.

However, when I saw her face, I wished for a moment that she didn't think I was evil. For a brief second, I wanted her to see me as a regular boy.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."

The pure terror in her voice set me off and annoyed me immensely. I was angry that she was so afraid of me.

"Enough. You have no right to be here. A poor girl like you has no right to be here!"

Tears were welling up in her eyes. It made me even more infuriated.

'Why,' I thought, 'why can't she see me?'

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't tell my mother I came here. She'll be upset."

She was crying. I was filled with disgust. Perhaps it wasn't her - maybe I was feeling disgust about myself, for once.

'Don't cry. Please. Just look at me. Look at me with your amazing violet eyes.'

I blocked out the part of me that was filling with sadness. I needed to remember who I was.

"What will I get in return if I give you this favor?"

I tried to smirk and pretend to not care, but it was proving to be immensely difficult.

"...I'll...I'll..."

She must've had a million frantic thoughts going through her mind. I decided to help her out.

"You'll what? Be my servant? What can you possibly have to offer?" I snorted at my own cleverness. Even at seven years old, I thought myself to be a genius.

Her face paused, and she looked up at me with some strange sense of strength. Her eyes lit up slightly, and her mouth curved into a warm smile.

"I'll be very thankful, and maybe...we can be friends? I'm a good listener. I'll be your friend and listen to you, and we can share secrets and dreams. My sister says dreams will make you happy. Please. Happiness is all I can give."

My heart stopped beating. Her violet eyes were so beautiful, and I felt as though all the darkness that had come to settle in my spirit melted away. She was something unfamiliar to me. Her words cut right through to the center of my body. Her fragile form seemed to grow stronger and more powerful. Her face was flawless and brave. She was reaching out to me, extending her friendship to someone like me. She was beautiful.

'Who are you,' I thought in a daze, 'Are you really here right now? With me?'

Time stopped. It was only the two of us, together, for an eternity. My face heated up. I felt myself smiling.

"...Alright. That sounds...nice."

'Please,' I begged to the heavens, 'if there is a god...make her stay with me forever. I'll never be hateful or evil again. I promise. Just make her stay.'

My mind was serene, and my body felt light. I wanted to reach out and touch her, just to make sure she was real. I felt myself lifting my arm, steadying my hand...

"Kairi! Kairi, where are you?! Kairi!"

Kairi. Her name was Kairi.

Then, the dream shattered. She turned around and ran away.

'Don't...go.'

I stood alone.

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Later, I overheard her mother asking her where she had been, and she told her that she had made a new friend. I smiled warmly to myself.

'See you next Thursday...'

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I waited by the door, every Thursday, for several weeks, months, and perhaps a full year.

Every Thursday I hoped and waited.

Eventually, I stopped going to that secret spot behind the door.

She never came again.

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"Why...did it have to be you?"