[Love Circle]
Sora likes Kairi, but Kairi likes Roxas, but Roxas likes Olette, but Olette likes Riku, but Riku likes Namine, but Namine likes…Sora? This messed up love circle is only one of the many problems that happen at a summer school institution.
Based off on my "Which Kingdom Hearts Character Likes You?" story-quiz from Quizilla.
CHAPTER ONE
It was anything but a summer camp. In fact, it looked like a prison cell, only spiffed up and polished with fanciful curtains and marble flooring. It was a place for nerds and prodigies alike. It was a learning facility.
Something Sora despised.
And it was something he wasn't going to spend time in for his whole summer vacation.
He didn't matter how hard he had to whine, beg, and scream like a baby. As long as he got out of here, he would be perfectly fine.
So here was, whining and practically dragging his mother back to sanity. Or, at least that was what he hoping to do.
"You can't leave me here! Honestly! Please, don't! I'll do anything! Anything!"
Despite all the commotion Sora was making in the lobby, his mother wouldn't budge one bit.
"Sora, please. You'll be happy here. Trust me. This is good opportunity for you to learn, and get ahead in school."
"But I'm fine! I mean, Wakka and Tidus aren't doing anything like this!"
"That's because Wakka and Tidus' parents don't care about them as much as I do for you," his mother said, idolizing herself. "Now go and find your dorm room. I'm sure you'll be able to make fast friends with people here."
"But they're all dorks!"
Many students in the lobby turned their heads to look at Sora with sharp glares and offended glowers.
"Honey, I have to go; you know how it is. Besides, learning will be fun." And with those bland last words, his mother had managed to shake her son off of her and abandon him in a learning institution.
Frustrated, Sora kicked his suitcase, making it collapse onto the shiny marble floor. After grumbling and cursing under his breath, he eventually decided that his only option was to stay here and slack off, just so that he could prove his mother wrong about "learning".
He stomped over to the information center, dragging his suitcase faithfully behind. He propped an elbow over the counter and tapped his fingers on its cold surface as a way to gain the assistant's attention.
The assistant barely looked over the age of sixteen. He may have been eighteen at the oldest, but he looked pretty short for his age.
The assistant gave a glare at Sora's elbow and unwillingly looked up to face Sora.
"What do you want?" he growled.
"My room number," Sora snapped back.
"Name?"
"Murakami Sora."
The assistant heaved a huge sigh and brushed a piece of dark gray hair from his face and turned around to search through the files.
He had some incredible dexterity – his fingers were flipping through the folders at such an extreme speed, that it was impossible for one to even see his hands at all. They were just little blurs of light tan.
Once the guy found Sora's folder, though, he immediately started laughing.
"What's your problem?" Sora demanded, wondering why this social outcast was looking at his private reports. "Gimme that."
Between chuckles and sneers, the guy handed them over and had another laughing fit once Sora has snatched his papers out of the assistant's hands.
However, once he saw that his five-year old photos were inside the folder, he realized why the assistant had started gagging.
"What the hell!?" he hollered. "What are these doing in here!?"
Sora looked from the photos to the laughing assistant and back at the photos. At this point, he wasn't sure whether to accuse this laughing assistant or his insane mom for the embarrassing pictures.
Either way, having horrible childhood memories replanted in his mind only made Sora even more enraged. He tucked his folder under his arm and started to go until the assistant had to rub his embarrassing moment even more.
"Have fun akachan," snickered the assistant.
"Kimochi warui, you social outcast," he shot back while sticking out his tongue.
The insult must've been a bull's-eye, since the assistant's smile immediately faded. Sora could've sworn that the guys' eyes must've darkened in color, because the assistant looked a lot more…sinister. Which was pretty creepy, but it wasn't like the guy was going to cast some kind of voodoo spell, right?
Without saying another remark, Sora swiftly turned around and briskly walked over towards the carpeted staircase that led to the institution's dormitories.
The stairs were made of marble (just like everything else in the lobby) and split into two different staircases after thirty steps or so. To the left were the boys' rooms, and to the right were the girls'. Lush red velvet curtains were draped across the glass windows as one escalated the steps.
Usually, Sora would take all these things into account, but he was so mad that his mom had left him stranded in a learning facility, that he didn't even bother appreciating the nice scenery.
As he made his way up, Sora managed to make quite a commotion trudging up the extravagant staircase with his luggage tagging behind him. He continued to grumble and curse as he banged his shoes down on the stairs with every step.
"Stupid steps," he grumbled after climbing about 100 grueling steps.
He was so close to throwing his suitcase out one of the windows if it weren't for two other guys chattering right beside it. He may have crazy thoughts, but he wasn't that insane…
"Uh, excuse me?"
I mean, he wasn't crazy to the point where he could be considered a juvenile…
"Um, excuse me?"
Juvenile hall wasn't pleasant, right? He saw a couple of TV shows about those kinds of courts, and they weren't pretty…
"Hello…?"
And besides, what would his mother think? She'd flip; which was what he wanted, since she left him in a learning institution…
"Hey you!"
"Whaaat-!?" he started to groan when he stopped short after realizing he was about to explode at a girl. If it was one thing his mother taught him, it was to be nice to girls. And it actually paid off, too…surprisingly.
"Um, do you mind if I can get through?" She politely nodded over towards the staircase he'd just come up. "I'm not really supposed to be here, so…" Her light blue eyes strayed over to the nearby window out of regret.
The light bulb clicked in Sora's brain once he realized that this girl was in the boy's dormitories.
"Oh," he replied stupidly. "Sure."
"Thanks."
As he scooted over and yanked his suitcase out of the way, he wondered what this random girl was doing in the boys' section. And why had she even told him that she was breaking the rules? What if he told?
But he wouldn't.
But, why shouldn't he…?
He was so angry right now, so why not take it out on someone else?
Well, she was a girl, but…
He turned around and only saw the auburn hair of her head as she plodded down the steps.
"Hey, you." He automatically shouted out to her.
Surprisingly, the girl responded and turned around.
"Yeah?"
"Do you know where…uh…Room 1313 is?" He quickly double-checked the room number as he glanced down at the crumpled slip of paper in his hands.
"Go down three hallways and then turn right," she directed without a blink of her eyes. "It should be the fifth room on the left."
Astounded by this girl's sudden reply, he merely blinked back at the girl.
"Uh…thanks," he said dumbly.
He wasn't even sure if he got that all down in his memory…
"Need anything else?" she asked.
"Uh, no." Again, he was surprised by her sudden question, as if he was preventing her from going somewhere. But then again, she wasn't supposed to be around the boys' dorms…
"See you around then," she said. She gave a small smile and then skittered down the steps, her legs a blur.
"Weird girl," he murmured under is breath.
Brushing this thought aside, Sora returned to what he had originally wanted to do – find his room. And after running from one hallway to the next (he'd completely forgotten the girl's exact directions), he managed to find Room # 1313, which just so happened to be the unluckiest number around, too.
Once he'd reached the room, however, the thought of how the girl knew his room's specific number was mysterious, too.
She could've been one of those assistants for the institution. But if she were, she'd look like depressed like the anti-social guy who'd given him his folder.
But why his room number?
It was strange…
With a push of the door, Sora opened the door to reveal a normal looking dormitory, except for the fact that there were two other boys he'd be sharing it with.
Originally, Sora had expected the unluckiest room to the oldest and messiest. But surprisingly it looked...nice.
The cream-colored carpet floor was free of stains and stench, while one single bed and one bunk bed were placed across from one another. Both beds were firmly placed against the tan walls with small framed pictures to make the dorm look at bit more "homey". To the left of the front door was a small built-in bathroom that looked like a hotel's. And at the end of the room, towards the far right, was a built-in balcony that was apparently open.
Sora could barely make out a blonde-haired boy sitting outside on the stone balcony and enjoying the summer breeze. Sora was, however, able to see a stiff-looking guy with silver hair on the single bed. He was reading a magazine, sitting upright with his feet firmly placed on the bed's mattress and with his back leaned against his pillow. His blue eyes blinked through his reading glasses as he ignored Sora's arrival and continued to read without any interruptions.
Kicking off his shoes and shuffling into the room, Sora noticed the only bed left was the top bunker. He wasn't scared of heights or anything, but he wouldn't like having a bang on his head from the wall every morning…
As he unzipped his backpack, he could feel the silver-haired boy's eyes watching his every move. Sora could also see the guy make a frown from his peripheral view, since he'd just begun to throw his stuff up onto his bed.
With a heavy sigh, he climbed the ladder, only to realize that the bed was neatly made without any signs of having someone on it. Some service this institution had…
Suddenly, Sora's cell phone vibrated on his bed and started playing its electronic jam. He could clearly tell that the boy reading his magazine was annoyed by the loud ring tone, and furiously turned his magazine's page.
On his tip toes, Sora leaned over the bed to check the caller ID. Once he realized who it was that was calling him, he immediately snatched the phone and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Yo! Sora!"
"Tidus! Hey, what's up?"
It was always nice to hear from one's friend; Sora was no exception. After being shipped off to an institution, he needed someone to brighten up his day. And Tidus was the perfect person for this job.
"Where were you this morning?" Tidus asked. "Wakka and I were waiting for 20 whole minutes!"
"Sorry," Sora replied apologetically. "But it was because of my mom. You know how she is…"
"Where are you, anyway?"
"A learning institution," he sighed. "I'm supposed to learn stuff over the summer."
"Are you serious!?"
Tidus had nearly blown of Sora's ears.
"That's harsh, man…"
"Tell me about it…" Sora added. "But hey, I might be able to get out of it-!"
"Do you mind!?"
Sora turned around from the ladder to see the silver-haired guy glaring over at him.
"You're so loud!" The boy snapped. "If you want to talk, go talk outside."
"Sora?"
"What's your problem?!" Sora shot back.
"Huh?"
"My problem is that you're being annoying!" the boy yelled back.
"Dude, what's going on?"
The boy that was outside on the balcony turned around after hearing all the commotion.
"Go outside." The boy commanded, as if he was the one that ruled the whole room. He let out an annoyed sigh and resumed reading.
After giving a mean look behind the guy's back, Sora slowly walked over towards the balcony's door and stepped outside into the cool air. He wondered if the blonde boy outside was kicked out, too. He'd probably been kicked out for being "too quiet"…
"Sora?"
"Sorry, Tidus, but some asshole just told me to go outside and talk." Sora turned around to make sure that the boy inside had heard this.
"Oh. Okay, then…"
Sora put an arm over the balcony's stone railing and looked out across the lush green field, where a bunch of girls were playing field hockey.
"So what are Wakka and I supposed to do now? We were planning on going to the Islands, but it wouldn't be the same without you."
"Nah, you guys can go," Sora said as he watched the hockey game. "It's not like I'm gonna be coming home anytime soon…"
As Tidus started to talk about his day, Sora stole a glance at the blonde boy, who was watching the field hockey game as well. Out of curiosity, Sora traced the boy's eyes to see which girl he was looking at. By following the boy's eyes, he ended up looking at a brunette who was currently running with the hockey ball placed securely between her body and her hockey stick. As far as he could tell, she was the most experienced of her team, since she was running solo, and with nobody stopping her. And – as expected – she scored a goal with no problem.
The girl's team cheered for her and did a bunch of high-fives amongst each other. She smiled at her teammates and looked up only to find two boys staring right back at her. Her expression turned annoyed, and Sora could see the boy beside him flinch out of embarrassment.
The boy instantly backed away from the balcony and dashed back into the room with a flushed face.
Sora turned around to see the guy run away, wondering why that boy didn't have any guts. He turned back to look down at the brunette, who continued to frown up at him. He mouthed the word, 'What?' out at her, and that only made her even madder.
Suddenly, Sora's cell phone let out a screech, which blasted his eardrums out. He started yelling and instantly dropped his phone onto the balcony's stone ground.
"What the hell!" he yelled.
The girl from down below let out a chuckle and covered her mouth from showing her smile.
Embarrassed, Sora quickly tried to cover up yet another stupid moment.
"What are you laughing at!?" he yelled down at her.
Just then, the silver-haired boy stepped out onto the balcony even madder than ever.
"What is your problem!?" he spat. "Why are you so annoyingly loud!?"
The brunette girl's light green eyes widened when she saw the annoyed-looking boy out on the balcony and stared up dumbfounded.
"Are you some kind of person that lives in a forest or something!?" Sora retorted. "If you can't even take this, then get ready for more!"
"If you're this loud, then you can expect some detentions, too. Because I'm sure the people next door will say something about it, too."
"Oh, so now you're gonna tattle-tale like some little second-grader?"
"No. I'm just gonna shut you up with one."
"Fine, go ahead and try! I've already had so much crap happen to me in one day, so you can just keep piling it on!"
"I'll be glad to!"
"Fine!"
"FINE!"
"Olette, look out!"
Suddenly, a loud clonk was heard from down below, and the two boys immediately stopped arguing and leaned over the balcony's edge. The brunette girl was crouched down on the grass and clutching her head while a bunch of girls were crowded around her and asking if she was okay.
The girl looked back up the balcony, only to find that the two boys – particularly the silver-haired guy – were looking down at her.
Her eyes widened with embarrassed, and her face turned bright red as she hopped onto her feet and dashed away from the field. Some of the girls were calling her name, but she didn't reply and kept on running.
The girls continued to call after her, some of them even turning to look up at where she'd looked at. Once they found out who she was looking at though, they started to whisper to one another and point up at the sliver-haired guy.
They were in on something…that was for sure.
Sora even turned to look at him.
The boy closed his eyes and gave a heavy sigh. Then, he briskly turned around and went inside the room without a word.
Once the boy had returned to his bed, the blonde boy looked over and asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing," the boy replied coldly.
But with all the commotion, the blonde could clearly tell that all the commotion had revolved around the brunette girl.
…Whose name was Olette…
-tO bE CoNTiNuEd…
Side Note 1: "Akachan" (pronounced "ah-kah-chahn") means "baby" in Japanese.
Side Note 2: "Kimochi warui" means "you're weird" (in a teasingly way) in Japanese.
Authoress: Nietono-no-Shana
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Kingdom Hearts.
Note: Story based off of my quiz, "Which Kingdom Hearts Character Likes You?" from Quizilla.
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