(Authorie-poo SAYS: y helo thari!i Enjoy your ride along S.S. Baggs, because she started writing this fic at 12:30 AM and has LOADS of ideas in her brain! I know that whole sentence made no sense, but bear with me, eh? XD

Meh, I've had this fic idea in my head since August, I think, and I've been so busy with school, drawing, working on Confessions of a Teenage Trouble-Maker, and trying to beat Riku/Ansem... ::cough:: That I've really name no time to do anything. So here it is, finally.

BTW, for the VERY FEW of you who are waiting for chapter two of my Draco/Ginny fic, I seriously SERIOUSLY doubt I'm going to continue that since my obsession with Harry Potter died. So yeah, I'm baleeting that one.

All: YAY!

Yeah, here it is folks. My utterly mischievous fic that's been hanging by cobwebs in the back of my mind.

And yes. This is written in the third person. XD)

Beyond These Walls

Summary: Kairi's dad is strict and over protective, so he keeps her locked up in the house. She's home schooled and has an F socially. But what happens when a certain someone shows up -- and shows her the world? SK

Chapter One: What I'd Kill For

Kairi leaned back in her chair, balancing her quill on her nose, breathing softly as not to disturb it. She new she was supposed to be finishing her Japanese work, but she couldn't concentrate on the Kanji characters and all their little lines and dots. She was too busy daydreaming, but yet, what else was there to do when your freedom was limited to a speck of dust?

As the quill fell for a fifth time, she gave up trying to un-bore herself, and returned to the mind-boggling symbols in front of her. Why were there so many characters for so many things? In the English language, you only had 26 letters. It was so much easier that way.

Kairi rubbed her temples with her fingers. She'd been translating scripts all day, and her professor would be here any minute now. She still had two sentences to work out and correct, but her brain was pretty much fried. If she could fit another piece of information in there, she'd throw a party with the kids on her street.

Like that would ever be possible.

Kairi sighed deeply, blowing her bangs upwards. She bent over the scroll and began to write slowly, carefully...

"Kairi! Professor Muyi is here! KAIRI!"

Kairi jumped an inch out of her seat, sending her quill flying and splattering ink all over the wall. She threw her arms up into the air. "I surrender!" She said quietly to herself as she stormed up the stairs, opening the doors fiercely while grunting with frustration.

"Don't you dare use that tone with me, young lady." Kairi's father threatened. Kairi rolled her eyes to herself and walked past him, only to be grabbed by her wrist by her father and brought around to meet his eyes.

"I mean it." He muttered to her. Kairi sighed and bowed. "Yes, sir." She stood up and made a rude gesture at him while his back was turned. (A/N: Ooh, how many of YOU flip off your parents? Yeah, you know you do. Admit it. We all do XD)

Professor Muyi waddled into the kitchen. He was short and quite plump, sporting a deformed nose from surgery gone wrong. He was definitely an old man, you could tell from a mile away. His hair was silver-white, and his wrinkles had wrinkles. His skin didn't seem to fit him right, so flaps of the excess skin hid his eyes. "Kairi," He turned to her and bowed shortly and quickly, as if it was possible for him to even walk at his age.

"Good afternoon, Professor." Kairi exchanged the polite greeting, although she knew she'd rather be anywhere else but here right now. She carefully took the frail man's arm and led him downstairs into her room, where she did all of her studying.

Kairi's father was quite over-protective of her, but extremely strict. After getting married and dumped on the street dozens, and once left at the alter, her father vowed to never let Kairi make the same mistakes he made. That's why Kairi was leading a dull and useless life, locked up in her house all day long. Once a week she was let out outside--to her backyard--where she'd get five minutes of fresh air. But that was all. To her father, anything more was a huge risk. Kairi felt she was living one huge lie.

Of course, when you'd been cooped up all your life, you wouldn't know much about the outside world, either. For example: The only foods Kairi's father would fix were the foreign kinds. Just because they lived in America, didn't mean he would fix her hamburgers or french fries or pizza like everyone else. Kairi had barely heard these terms used at all. She'd never seen a cartoon show where they dropped anvils on each other's heads, either. The first time she almost did, her TV was unplugged and confiscated. Even the news was too dangerous to her viewing.

After two long hours of endless droning about ancient Japanese history and almost dozing off multiple times, Professor Muyi finally bid her good day and left. After waiting about five minutes (the amount of time it took the man to walk up the stairs), Kairi dove underneath her bed and pulled out a clear plastic box filled with dirty magazines.

Each magazine featured a nice looking lady or man, and each of them had headlines such as "Who got fat and who slimmed down!" Or "101 Beauty Secrets - How to look just like the stars." Kairi would always laugh at these, picturing herself looking like a giant star. She giggled to herself as she flipped through one of the older magazines with Madonna on the front.

Every week when Kairi was let out for a breather, she'd spend the entire time searching for signs of life outside her home. Most of the time she'd find scattered magazines from random houses, but other times she found junk food packages and used lottery tickets, plastic bags from various super markets, and once even police tape. She knew it was childish and strange to keep a trash collection, but she treasured every bit of it.

She longed to know what lied beyond her walls.

Kairi was so deprived of modern knowledge, that sometimes she drove herself crazy trying to discover life's secrets: Who was Britney Spears, what goes into a hamburger, and how many licks DOES it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop?

Kairi sighed and plopped down onto her bed.

"I'd kill someone to get out of this hell hole." She whined to herself.

Kairi laid there for what seemed like hours before her dad came thundering down the stairs, carrying his belt in his hands. Kairi knew this meant absolutely no good: he was going to inspect her room.

Kairi's heart jumped. She'd totally forgotten about the ink stain on her wall. Her father would have her hide if he found it. Kairi got up cautiously and edged over to her desk with a cloth, but it was too late, her father was too quick for her.

"What's THIS?" He asked, voice shaking. Kairi felt so stupid. She knew how touchy her father was, and now she was in for it.

"What's what?" Kairi asked dumbly, only worsening the situation for herself.

"Don't be stupid, Kairi." Her father spat. "THIS." He pointed at the ink splatter.

"Oh, that... well..." Kairi racked her brain for a suitable answer, but came up with nothing. It didn't matter now, her dad was on a roll, and she was going to get what was coming in the first place.

"You know the rules. You keep your end of the house clean, do all your work and stay away from strangers, and I'll shelter you and feed you. Would you like it if I kicked you out onto the street?" He growled.

Fear shot through Kairi's body. Without the support of what... what was this called? A family, Kairi wouldn't be able to survive. "N-no... I wo-wouldn't." She stumbled over her words.

"Well then you won't mind if I teach you a lesson, then, will you?" Her father glared at angrily at his daughter and pulled out his belt, whipping her in the back. "Don't make me do that again." And he left.

Kairi winced as soon as he was gone. She showed no fear, no pain around him, but once he was gone, she let it all out. Tears trickled down her cheeks, and she checked her back in the mirror. There was a raw red slash across the right side. She ran her fingers alone her spine.

A new scar would form. Next to the twenty others she had.

(A/N: Gah! Suspense! DUN DUN DUN! ::cue dramatic music:: Yes, I know this chapter sucks, but it was pretty much just the intro to Kai-kai's life. XD Plus I'm only running on apple cobbler from 9:00 PM. It will get better, I promise! Just review, and I'll lurbe you forever and ever and ever.

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