All righty people, first fic ever, tried to make it something I would want to continue writing about for a while. (Keep myself entertained with an idea, so I update often.) I don't have much to say other than you should know Sora is mute, and later there will be much Kairi slaughtering.
I am not pleased to say that I don't own KHs, and I wish I did. But oh well, the world lives.
I suppose this is where I say enjoy.
Enjoy!
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Dear someone,
I am tired of holding all my feelings inside, I want to find my light, the one who will help me come out of the dark and finally let me be free. Freedom is a wonderful word, I wish to experience this freedom much more than the little freedom I have now. Perhaps this is why I have created a place within my own mind that helps me escape from the world I have to live in, as well as the one in my past. I guess that is what all my stories are about really. I suppose writing is my escape, my freedom in the land of fire within me. It's almost as if hell itself burns a hole through me, a never-ending void that corrupts my vision from seeing the light. I feel that my stories are a piece of me that I try to expel from my mind and soul, my very being. Perhaps this is why my stories contain such pain, and yet a delicate beauty as well. This balance is contained by my memories and I. but I find my memories will not leave me, which is what I wish the most in this world, that and to find my light. When I find my light, I will be free of these memories, these thoughts that hold me so close, that bind me to this state in life. Ever since I was two, I knew that I was different from the rest of the world, that I had a different purpose than being a product of my parents love for one another. You see, two is the beginning of the end for all. From then on, I felt a sudden cold take over my body and no matter what I do it will not leave. As I grew older and learned how to use a themometer, I also found my temperature is much lower than the average person. I have a usal constant tempature of 94-95, where as most humans have a temperature of 98.7. I find that my mind is not the only thing that is different. Not only my temperature, but my legs can lift over 700 lbs, I cannot say that this is normal when none of the so-called men in my P.E. class can do the same. I do not understand the concept of school, many say it is a place to broaden the mind. Rubbish. Pure rubbish. Who is to say that school will 'help' me? It hasn't done much so far, just made me feel like crap as I sit in the back of the room and wait for nothing. There is one thing about school that I do enjoy, the people know to many as, 'friends.' I have one, but she is nothing compared to my friend online. But what am I speaking of? This just seems to be a bit of unorganized, unneeded thought.
Well, that wasn't so bad for a first entry…I infer to myself as I close the small, black, leather-bound book. The book was a journal I had received from my mom for a birthday present. She told me that I had to write at least once in it everyday. Well, there you go I wrote something. Although when I get home I will most likely write even more because when I get home I get to talk to my friend online.
I sigh and stuff the book in my book-bag, as I get dressed. I decide to wear some baggy black pants, a skin tight long sleeved black shirt, and a white shirt that proclaims in bright orange letters: I have issues… (and on the back) like you.
I chuck the book-bag down stair before starting down myself to get breakfast.
"Hey, ass hole, I told you not to throw your book bag around! What is this? The trillionth time I've had to tell you?"
Yeah, that's Cloud for you. He loves to hear himself scream at the wall…personally I think he needs a new hobby, but then again, that's just me. Cloud is my older brother, although most of the time he acts like another weirdo parent figure that loves nothing better then to torture me. Mum is so much nicer than him…and it makes me wonder how the hell he got so mean when mom is so nice.
I wiz past him and grab a banana, which momentarily will be shoved down my throat. I wave good-bye to him and grab a cookie from behind my back. He he, I love to sneak cookies, I must be a pro by now. Besides, a cookie is much more nutritious than a banana any day. How can it not be? I eat them all the time and never gain a single pound.
I walk outside and slam the door behind me… 1, 2, 3,
"Sora! Don't slam the frickin doors!"
I love to hear him scream at the wall.
So I continue down the street, dispose of my banana peel, and begin on my cookie. Mmm, chocolate chip and peanut butter… the wonders of sugar and chocolate…
"Hey, you took the cookies again didn't you?"
Ah, Kairi. She is my best friend, and only one when I think about it. Today she is wearing a plain white tank top with a green long sleeved shirt underneath; she also has black pants that have matching green accents.
I wave to her and offer a cheery smile, she does the same in return.
I stuff the rest of the cookie in my mouth and decide to reach for her hand. We walk along and she talks about some sleepover, but I'm waiting for her to say something else.
We reach the doors to the hellhole called school. She still hasn't said happy birthday. Come on, its October 17, doesn't she remember? I guess she is a big meanie then… I think as I feel my face pull into a pout.
"And then she screamed bloody murder! It was hilarious, and everyone was-Sora, you ok?"
I made my pouty face and let go of her hand, crossing my arms.
"Hmmm…" she muses, contemplating what could be wrong. I look at my watch, we still have a good ten minutes to the bell. I hope she thinks faster, I swear she is a blonde rather than a red head sometimes…
"Oh! It's your birthday! Happy b-day Sora!" She smiles broadly and hugs me. Ewe, cooties… I know they don't exist, but I love to be a naïve little child…it's tons more fun than growing up any day. Especially when most the time you grow up to be a snot-nosed person like all the other people at school.
"At least I remembered to get you a present." She said as she retrieved a box wrapped in blue paper, toped with a neon blue ribbon from her book-bag. She hands it to me and I give her a huge toothy grin. She remembered! I win! Wait a second here… I give her a questioning glare
She laughs
"Of course you can open it, silly." That is the good thing about Kairi, she always knows what I'm thinking. Well, most the time…
I tear the paper off with much gusto, I love presents! I see something! It's white, oh, wait that's the box. Ignoring the laws of gift opening, (if there are any) I tear the box to shreds. Damn box… and then out pops a black something on the ground.
Intrigued, I grab it and realize it is a leather collar of some kind. I hold it in my hands and send a glare to Kairi. What's this for?
"Silly," she says and takes it from me. " Come here," she makes me lean toward her. What the fuck is going on?
"There, see? Isn't it cute?" 'cute' is not the word I wound use to describe this.
I put my hand to my neck and fell the soft leather, it's rather comfortable…interestingly enough. Deciding the collar isn't so bad, I hug her and open the door to the hellhole. Yawning I follow Kairi after she goes in.
The hellhole greets us with cold hallways; the damned school can't afford heat I'll wager. The ceiling is a labyrinth of cracked plaster squares, the floor is white tile, scuffmarks galore. As for the lockers? Most dented, and if not dented, they have notes scribbled on them, some graffiti too. I pace over to my locker, which must be the only locker, untouched.
7… 34…17. I open my locker and take out my homework. Strange thing about my homework, it's never done at home, unless I have to write a paper for English class. Then it's homeward bound I go. In this case, it's math homework and I finished it in class like always.
I wave bye to Kairi and head down the hall to P.E.
I despise Physical Education class to the core. All we ever do is play basketball, which I suck at. But in a month we'll be playing soccer, then I will kick ass on the field. Soccer is my game. Then again after kicking people in the shins for the last, say, 5 to 6 years, I'd say soccer is my sport.
I think today I will fake out the teacher and show her I'm 'sick.' That's easy enough. I mean she is a germ phobic person.
I walk up to the back of the bleachers, and sit at the very top left-hand corner. I take out my leather bound journal and open it to the last age and begin to scribble a rather crude drawing of a demented bunnie.
Outside the gym I can hear voices, apparently people are arriving now… great, people… I have a great dislike for other people, they tend to be snobbish beyond reason and I hate them for it.
Especially the cheerleaders with their constant bickering and acting frickin sugar high all the time. Do they eat sugar for breakfast lunch and dinner?
Oh, and the 'players' who just want nothing more than shove their arousal up some girls ass, very annoying, I've had to save Kairi multiple times from them. Not pleasant.
But the worst is when a gay pervert comes up to you and says "Hey babe, I offer my dick to you, what do say?"
Ok first of all, I do not 'say' anything. Second, I am not a babe, I personally have a negative outlook on my appearance. Third, if you offer your dick to me, I would like it on a silver platter so I can shove it up your ass.
I think that's why I despise the student body so much…
I continue to draw the demented bunnie, adding whatever detail I can. From the stitches in the cloth to the little patches on its body. I suddenly feel that am being watched…so I turn about and see aqua eyes. (AN- guess who?)
"Hey…"he says, as if caught in a trap as I glare at him with my fierce blue eyes. Then I try to calm down and continue drawing. Drawing. Yes, ignore the idiot beside you, he's not there…
Poke
What the fuck?
Poke
I attempt to suppress a low growl in my throat. He should be killed with toothpicks, and hot sauce… maybe some darts when I hang his limp body on the wall…
Poke
I immediately turn and kick him in the shins and am rewarded by hearing a muffled scream. I hate being touched by gay perverts.
"What the hell was that for?" he spits at me in a rather harsh whisper while he holds the area of injury.
Well let's see, you invaded my space, you talked to me, which is weird enough, and then, of all things, you poked me, which was horrible might I add. Don't invade my space you frickin pervert!
He starts to jump up and down on one leg holding his the injured one and cursing at himself.
"Ass hole"
Perverted man who looks at porn so much, he has become accustomed to eating cum for breakfast!
"Son of a bitch"
You are a dick-sucking bastard who apparently can't get enough release in his own free time!
"Frickin fudge monkeys"
What's a fudge monkey?
"You, my friend," he stated, "need to stop kicking people."
I should have aimed higher, maybe he would sing a funny song.
He moves to sit down next to me and sighs.
"I hear it's your birthday. A happy one to you."
Humph, no present? I despise you even more now. Oh wait…what's he doing now? He pulls a cardboard box from his bag. I peer at him, curious if the box is a present.
"Here, just don't scream ok?" he says, handing it to me which I gladly take. Yay! Maybe I shouldn't kill him with toothpicks!
I once again feel the joy of ripping a box to pieces while the poor guy is sitting over there face In horror, and his hands pull at his silver locks. (AN-you must know who it is now, if you don't you have problems… play the game again!)
I see a blue something! It's blue! I rip up some tissue paper that I swear wants to keep me away from my present. I find a pen, not just any pen, but a calligraphy pen with a small box. I open the little box and discover about 10 or more refill cartridges, some are even different colors!
I turn and beam at him, and at this point I was just happy to get a really cool pen, so I hugged him and then did a rather strange happy dance.
He looked at me with a rather appalled face. I don't blame him, a crazy person he barely knows just hugged him.
I finish my dance of happiness and back down.
"You like your gift?" he asks, unsure of what I will do next. He did just get a hug, if it had been me, I would have murdered the guy by now.
I nod my head and then I clap my hands like a naïve child. While he merely looks at me like I have gone insane. Well what can a guy do? I love the present he gave me!
BRINGGGG!
The student body files in, what a joy to live in this world. The jocks, cheerleaders, country clubbers, idiot geeks, human waste, Goths, suffering artists, and the chicks with big hair, all come in bringing a noise to shatter the silence inside the gym. They are clans and they constantly war against one another. But that doesn't mean they won't befriend others to enlarge their numbers.
I now return to drawing in my journal and sigh, trying to ignore the noise of the clans, and Mr. pen man leans back in his seat, reclining into a lax posture.
"All right, people." No response from the crowd of students. "People?" yet again denied. "People." She is now at the point of annoyance she can't stand. "PEOPLE!" yells the teacher after she realizes no one is going to listen if she doesn't yell.
Everyone looks up and stops when her voice finally raises over the buzz of chattering students (that is, if you can call them students. I can see at least ¾ of these delinquents having no job or living off the street, stealing what they can or trying to live in an apartment in a bad neighborhood working at some restaurant for what little money they can get.)
"Well," she continues in a harsh tone inherited from her years in the military. "You maggots are going to change in 30 seconds or so help your god-forsaken souls you will come out here naked."
Well now, that made everyone run in and out the locker room pretty quick. Last year a guy had to come out in nothing but a towel, all though gym. They were not about to be that guy. Though, boys against girls wanted to see each other in the flesh per say. Some came out a little disappointed at the turn out of students.
"Kusunoki, Mimura! What are you two maggot farms doing up on the bleachers?"
I make a slight coughing noise.
"Kusunoki, what are you doing up there?" she diverts her question at platinum blonde.
He follows my example and sneezes.
She then ignores us like we never existed. I think that germs and being sick are her only fear, other than being useless to the school, because for some reason the school can pay teachers eleven dollars an hour and yet won't repair the broken down building.
You know what? I don't know Mr. Pen's name, other than Kusunoki. I should ask.
I'm not good with sign language. Hmmm, well then I guess I could write it down. I start writing in my neatest handwriting:
I know you know my name, but what is yours?
I shove the notebook in his face and bounce in my seat. You know it's really annoying when you want someone's attention and you can't get it. I have however devised ways of getting it. I smack him with the notebook.
"Mother fucker!" this is one of the reasons I'm glad, and yet unhappy I can't talk. The power of cursing.
I point to the notebook while he rubs his cheek and winces. Not my fault he wouldn't pay attention. He reads and says with disgust, "Riku"
Yes! I know Mr. Pen's-I mean, Riku's name! Yay! If any sign language I know thank you. I sign it to him and take back my notebook.
After say an hour I pack up to go to my next class. Riku stands up and waits behind me. However I didn't know he was there until turned around and fell on top of him. Immediately I can feel my face turn from normal to crimson.
Riku just chuckles and kisses me lightly on the cheek.
I know my eye is visibly twitching right now, and my face is going ever redder.
"I was going to ask you if you wanted to hang out after school, but I suppose you'd decline?"
I shake my head and turn away from him. This can't be happening right now.
"Then you'll come with me after school?" I nod "Or should we skip last period together?"
Um, is that a trick question? I decide that since math isn't my favorite subject, and it is my last class, and I already did the homework, to nod my head slowly.
"Well then, that's good to know." He says with a smile. That is a very creepy smile, like he has a trick up his sleeve or something… not good.
He gives me a second kiss. It feels weird and fuzzy, I want to get away so I start to get up but he pulls me back. I turn and look at him like he's a mad man. Which I bet he is!
"Could you…" what? "Stay until the bell rings?" um, no, you scare me, and I don't know you that well. Is what my mind says, but my body seems to just lie back down on him.
I can feel color rise in my face and-
BRINGGGG!
Thank goodness for that.
I get up slowly and then quickly grab my bag and run down the bleachers and out the gym to web-design class.
BRINGGGG!
After web-design I'm usually very sleepy. So in space/science class I put out the worksheets that were supposed to be done this class period and lay down my head. That's what I like about this teacher, as long as the work is done, I have nothing to worry about in this class.
I was happily asleep until something shook me a bit.
"Sora, it's me, wake up. Please?"
I turn my head away and groan. I sign, 5 more minutes. Something I have become used to doing in the morning.
Riku however is not used to this routine and decides a jabbing poke in the stomach is a good way to wake me up.
"Ow! Holy shit!"
Reflex. I swear. I didn't do anything! Well, ok, I did, but didn't mean it! I guess soccer pays off in unexpected ways.
"Are you going to hurt me every time I see you? I could leave you know."
I turn my head and squint at the rays of light coming through the dirty windows, and then in repulsion to the sun I shake my head to wake up properly.
"So I'm not leaving you then?" he thinks I answered his question. So I just shake my head not really sure of what I'm saying or doing. "Then lets go!" he grabs my hand and pulls it with such force that I am yanked out the chair.
Holy shit slow down! This is no way to treat a man who just woke up from a nap!
We wiz past the lockers, doors, backpacks in the hallway and as we pass I can see people looking at us like we are insane.
Oh fuck! The door! Riku the door! We're going to crash! At this point I close my eyes and hope for the best.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! We just seem to keep going, past the school grounds, the parking lot, and suddenly we are free!
Again! Again! That was both fun and scary.
He is still holding my hand when we stop. I wish he would stop holding my hand, I don't know him that well and it makes me feel uncomfortable, like he's in my personal bubble. When I hold Kairi's hand, it's ok because we know each other really well, but this is different. His hand doesn't even fit in mine the right way. And yes, I like to complain about the little thing that bother me.
"Where to?"
Um, I don't know… I want to go home. I can feel my memory kicking in.
"What are you pouting for?" I look at the ground. "Hey, what's wrong?" he appears to be concerned, but I don't care.
I take my hand out of his and walk toward my house.
A woman in a darkened room, her form in shadow, and her voice like a child, innocent and sinful all at once.
Sora, come play with me…
I just want to talk to you.
I want to be your friend.
Let me be in your heart….
A sound of flesh ripping and a scream to the open wind, a child's scared voice plays like a broken record in the alley of an abandoned city.
Leave me alone!
Oh shit, it's happening again. I stubble over my own legs, but catch myself.
"Sora? You alright?"
You will let me in your heart,
Denial will only worsen your suffering.
Sora wants to fly does he?
Then let him fly
She pulls his shirt up with a pale hand and lifts him into the air. The boy lets a cry to the wind, a bitter cold nipping at his skin as she reveals a knife.
You won't listen then?
You won't be my friend?
You want to cast me away?
I will have a place in your heart always my little man
She slowly engraves a strange mark on his chest, earning yet another scream.
"Sora!"
That's the last thing I could hear when I passed out.
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Yeah, I think its ok, nothing special, just kind of out there, and I have a plot, but it needs development.
Not to worry though, I will try to update if people say they enjoy it. If not then I will just take this story off of here and be on my merry way.
So review and tell me what you think.