Chapter eleven! I really enjoyed writing the last chapter, much as I had my face boiling from writing such a scene, because my mind kept going to what I could make them do... shows what I do in my free time XD Kidding. I think a new alter-persona is being made, crap it all XD I wonder what her name will be XD
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To Tera Loveless Uchiha: Ahah, I found that part really cute to write as well as read over. I kinda gave him scar out on a whim, though. Glad you found Sora's reply cute as well ^^ You almost fainted? Damn, I only almost made the laptop explode by going on to write a scene I didn't want to write in such detail... glad I didn't.
This chapter is fairly boring to me, but yeah, it's almost time for me to go shoot sheep in my sleep with my sniper rifle, so it might be normal that it sucks. Not a lot of words too, sorry. The song in the chapter is Gotta Be Somebody by Nickelback... it's an awesome band with awesome songs. I wanted to use the song I'd Come For You, because it suits them better, but by then I'd already typed the song, so I didn't. But I'll use it at some point.
Okay! Send me a message in a bottle via snowball-throwing snowmen found all over the world now if you want to see something show up in here like a particular scene, no matter how explicit or whatever... I'll fit it in somewhere. I am for the fans! XD And I mean the fans on the ceiling, you know... kidding XD Or if you want a story/one-shot about a certain subject, let me know!
Enjoy Paper Moon!
Paper Moon
Chapter Eleven
Worth Dying For
Roxas
This time, I wonder what it feels like, to find the one in this life.
The one we all dream of, but dreams just aren't enough.
So I'll be waiting for the real thing, I'll know it by the feeling,
My head lying on his chest as he fumbles around with the radio he dragged out beside us, sunlight trying to penetrate the shade we're lying on the grass in.
"Sorry I can't have too much sunlight hit me." I apologize. He chuckles and settles back his arm behind his head, his other arm around my shoulders. Both my hands rest gently on his chest underneath my chin.
"It's not your fault." He tells me, looking to the sky as I watch him. "This is just as nice."
I hum my agreement, closing my eyes again as the sound of birds flit through my ears.
The moment when we're meeting, will play out like a scene,
Straight off the silver screen.
So I'll be holding my own breath, right up 'till the end,
Until the moment when, I find the one I'll spend forever with.
Sora sings softly along to the song. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes as I smile.
"What?" He asks.
"Who is that?" I ask, gesturing to the radio with my nose.
"Nickelback." He grins. "It's called Gotta Be Somebody."
"It's a nice song." I tell him.
"It get's better."
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there,
Cause everybody wants to feel like someone cares.
Someone to love with my life in their hands,
There's gotta be somebody for me like that.
I close my eyes and lean in a little closer against him, smiling as I listen to his gentle voice flitting through the notes. He brings his hand from my back up to my cheek and gently passes his fingers on it.
Cause nobody wants to do it on their own,
And everyone wants to know they're not alone.
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere,
There's gotta be somebody for me out there.
I start humming the tune to myself as he sings, making him laugh a little to himself.
Tonight, out in the street out in the moonlight,
And damnit this feels too right.
It's just like deja vu,
Me standing here with you.
"You know what?" He asks suddenly, making me open my eyes and look at him. "I really enjoy myself nowadays. Thank you."
"Well, we mostly do what you think would be amusing, don't forget." I tell him with a smile. "I'd do anything you asked me."
"Oh, really now?"
"Yep." He laughs again, sighing.
So I'll be holding my own breath, could this be the end?
Is it that moment when I'll find the one to spend forever with?
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there,
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.
I'd started singing the chorus with him a little - I catch on quick - making him smile.
Someone to love with my life in their hands,
There's gotta be somebody for me like that.
Cause nobody wants to do it on their own,
And everyone wants to know they're not alone.
I had brought my left hand up to his cheek, using my right elbow to push myself in level with him with a smile as he turns his head to look at me, my hand sitting gently on his cheek.
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere,
There's gotta be somebody for me out there.
You can't give up, looking for a diamond in the rough,
You never know, when it shows up, make sure you're holding on.
He smiles at me, a thought passing through his eyes that I know he wanted me to see.
I am. My lips curve into a smile, my index finger making little circles on his cheek as he leans his forehead on my own, eyes boring into mine.
Cause it could be the one, the one you're waiting on.
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there,
And everyone wants to feel like someone cares.
Someone to love with my life in their hands,
There's gotta be somebody for me,
Nobody wants to do it on their own,
And everyone wants to know they're not alone.
He grins as I stick out my tongue at him randomly, returning the favor.
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere,
There's gotta be somebody for me out there.
Nobody wants to be the last one there,
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere,
There' gotta be somebody for me out there.
"The scar..." he starts after a moment of silence between our parts, the song the radio announcer proclaims as Missing by Avril Lavigne starting to play. "My father gave it to me."
I stay silent, drawing patterns with my index finger on his cheek still, allowing him to take a breath and gather courage.
"He was mad." His eyes look like if he's been taken back into a memory he's afraid of. "He never liked it when I play the piano. He's wanted me to be a violin prodigy since I was born, but I was a piano prodigy instead. I was playing with my cat - something must have happened at work, because he came storming in to take out his anger on me, like he always did. Mom was out of town for the while, so he just came in and slapped me across the face." His hand on my cheek stopped moving.
"He wore steel-toed boots that day, and while I lay on the ground holding my cheek he kicked me in the stomach. The first time it only hurt, but then he would kick a little harder, until he split the skin." He grew silent.
"It's easy to know what happened to me." I tell him, trying to change his thoughts. "My mother was a gambler, so we had no money. My father was always drunk, so he was always mad. He's the only person I know to ever be able to get drunk at seven in the morning."
His fingers start stroking my face again."
"Both of our lives were pretty messed up, huh?" He laughs to himself once. I nod.
"It'll get better." I promise him. He smiles at me, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.
"I know. And someday it'll be just the two of us, and no one will be able to get in the way of what we want."
"When we're eighteen?"
"Of course. We'll run if we have to, just to be together."
I nod, smiling.
"We'll run."
~~(#w#)~~
"Is this a violin?" I ask him, examining the instrument in my hands. It looks like a mini guitar, though far more elegant.
"Yeah. You can try it if you want. Just run that rod on the strings in different angles."
I nod, placing the chinrest underneath my chin and placing my chin on it, holding the end of the violin in my right hand and the rod in my left, poised on the strings.
"They taught this at my school in the music course." I say with a small laugh, passing a testing slide. It makes a gentle sound in return, Sora looking up at me in surprise from behind the piano.
"Try that again." I do the same thing again in reverse, making a low note. "Try making a lot of notes together, to this beat." He starts gliding his hands over the keys to the piano, and after listening a moment to the gentle rhythm, I put the rod to the strings and follow along.
I can see him smile out of the corner of my eyes as the sounds mix together, creating a symphony of gentle notes as they wave together. It sounds like a slightly depressing song with the violin adding a tune, but it's nice.
He smoothes out the rhythm at some point, so I follow suit and don't make the notes as hard. I don't know how I do it, I just do. I go to stand beside the piano, watching his hands glide over the keys. He slows it down, making me follow suit, until he presses one final key, I following suit and letting the note slide out into silence.
"That was amazing." He says with a smile. "Have you ever played before?"
"No... you could only take music class if you could pay for your instrument." I say with a sigh, sitting down next to him. He takes the violin from my hands and places it onto the piano.
"Well I find it was simply amazing, and they missed out on a hell of a good violinist." He wraps his arms around me, head on my shoulder. I wrap my own around him.
"Thank you. They would have killed for a good pianist like you, however." I say with a smile. "The best one that could play was... Robby, I think, and he was terrible at it."
He chuckles.
"Seems he embarrassed them greatly at the recital in front of the board." I grin this time. He laughs louder.
"Public school sounds like so much fun." He sighs. "I wish I could have gone."
"Why didn't you?"
"Because they don't have enough security, is what the family thought. And I'm the heir to the throne of this God-forsaken country(A.N.: The country that Shall Not Be Named - gods I'm sounding like if I'm quoting from Harry Potter,*Clears throat*: "He Who Shall Not Be Named." OMG VOLDEMORT! Ahah), so there are a lot of kidnappers that would like to get their hands on me. They can fetch a good price for me on the black market, too, it seems."
"That's... odd..." I say after a moment. He laughs.
"Yeah, it is." He looks down a moment. "I'm surprised that the first time that you knew who I was, you didn't bow."
"Of course not. No one likes that except for power-hungry people. And you didn't strike me that way, you looked much kinder to me than that."
"You're the first who ever thought that way. Thank you." He gives me a chaste kiss as a way of showing it. "Wait... looked, as in the past tense?"
"Yes."
"So now what do you think I look like?" He asks, eyebrows creased.
I grin and bring my lips to his ear.
"Just about ravishing." I bite his earlobe just for the hell of it, causing him to yelp at the same time that he lets out an involuntary moan. Revenge is sweet.
"Hey, that was highly unnecesary." He says curtly, blushing from his cheeks down to his neck. I smile.
"Revenge for this morning." I sing in his ear as I pull back. "And it seems to me like you enjoyed it, Sor."
He huffs, but he avoids eye contact.
"Are you gonna call me like that all the time?"
I shrug.
"If you want me to." He looks at me.
"Only if I get to call you Roxie, or Rox." He counters. I think a moment, humming to myself.
"Deal." We seal the deal with a kiss almost as quick as the last.
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Yes, that's right. Bob.
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