My Goddamn Life
(AU) Sora's a delinquent kid who doesn't quite fit in and just when he thinks his life can't get any worse, someone new and different comes into his life and changes everything . . . for better or worse. RikuSora
Sorry the Summary is pretty sucky anyhow, Enjoy!
Warning: This is a YAOI fanfic as in hot male x male sex. It is rated for a lot of swearing and future sexual scenes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters. Simple as that
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Ah, "Welcome to the beautiful and elegant Traverse Town!" What. Bull. Shit. Beautiful? Like hell! And elegant? Sure maybe if you were a filthy rich, arrogant bastard living in the first district with the rest of the wealthy fuckers and always had your head stuck halfway up your ass, then yah maybe the city was elegant. But the third district of Traverse, more commonly known as the slums, was most definitely not a pleasant place to be in. That's where I live.
My name's Sora Everheart. I'm 16 years old, a junior in high school. I moved to the district after the rents kicked me out of their fucking house, for good reason too, I won't deny it. I was quite the trouble maker at my old school. Heh, you could say that I have a little problem with authority. Those bastards who think they can run your goddamn life just because they're some public figure or whatever the hell they are. People like that really tick me off, but I'm digressing. Where was I? Oh yeah, troublesome kid yep that's me. In my freshman year of high school, I felt the need to punch holes in every tire, of every car in the faculty parking lot. Just for the hell of it. The teachers weren't terrible or anything, it's just well . . . they're teachers and like I said, I don't take to kindly to authority. Needless to say my actions didn't sit so well with the school staff or my parents for that matter. Two day suspension. I was also known to have caused huge riots in the cafeteria, at least once a week. But the thing that really did the trick and got me expelled was getting into a fist fight with some hot-shot, snot-nosed, dickweed, punk. I chucked him a good one, nearly gave him a fucking concussion. I damn near broke my hand on his thick skull too. Heh what can I say. He asked for it.
Anyway . . . after getting tossed out onto the streets I was pretty much on my own. Sure my old man gave me some cash but otherwise I had to fend for myself. They actually made me promise to go to school or else I'd be sent off to boot camp or something. Whatever. I'm smart enough to know that my future depends on getting a decent education. So I thought I'd go and live in Traverse Town. It seemed like the place for me. Yep. The slums is a very grungy place, filled with psychos, stoners, suicidals, you name it. The whole "bad crowd." I guess I fit right in with my rebel Goth clothes and angsty personality. A typical "Sora outfit" consists of beat up, black kicks; a pair of baggy black cargos with several heavy metal chains hanging from the belt loops; and a band t-shirt generally of some incredible, hard core metal band, you know the ones that have those wicked guitar solos and the lead singer probably has throat problems from screaming all the time. Leather spiked wrist bands usually cover my wrists and I never walk out of my godforsaken apartment without at least one skull ring on my hand.
I guess you could say that I'm a pretty intimidating person if it weren't for my cute boyish face and my deep blue eyes, but that can easily be covered up with a pair of colored contacts and some makeup shit. Yes I do wear makeup, mostly just eyeliner but whatever. It may be a little gay but that's what I am. Gay. Well at least half gay. I go both ways, guys and girls, so I guess that makes me bisexual. I don't really give a damn about what people think about that just as long as they keep their opinions to themselves. Every now and then some homophobic bastard decides to play cool and call me a faggot or other crap names. I flip him the bird and beat him to a pulp if he doesn't shut up. But enough of my bitching. Let me get back to the part about Traverse being all beautiful and elegant . . .
Today was the first day of school so naturally that's where I was going when I saw that big disgusting sign. Anyway the school I go to, Destiny High, was just like every other crummy high school. Nothing all too special about it. I have a few friends there: Tidus, Mr. Skater Punk; Wakka, star athlete; Selphie, hyperactive Miss Sunshine (I swear she's on speed); and Kairi, my –ahem- ex girlfriend, enough said. We had been going steady for a year or so until she decides that I'm not cool enough for her so she dumped me. I won't go into the details. It was a pretty nasty breakup but somehow we remained friends . . . sort of.
I live quite a ways from school. Destiny High was located in the middle class, second district about half an hour away on foot from my shabby flat. I looked at my watch. It was already 8:27 and I was still ten minutes away from the building and school started in three. Like usual I was going to be late.
When I got to the school the hallways were completely deserted. 8:33 "Got here earlier than I thought I would." I took my time walking to my first period class. Why should I rush to some place I have no desire to be at? I got to the room and walked in not caring too much that the whole goddamn class was staring at me. I took my seat in the middle of the room one row away from the window. The teacher glared in my direction for a second and then went back to today's lesson. I didn't bother to listen to whatever she was saying because it was only the first damn day of school and everyone knows that the first day is just a pointless review of what we learned last year. Plus this was math, a subject that came pretty easily to me. I dozed off. About fifteen minutes after I strolled into the room, the door opened noisily (disturbing my little nap) to reveal the school principle. He was a dumpy, greasy kind of guy and pretty pompous too. He looks like one of those sleazy old men you'd find at some bar trying to pick up girls about half their age. When I first saw the guy he was picking his goddamn nose while trying to reprimand this girl about her barely-there clothes. I'm sure he really had no problem with her outfit . . . the perverted bastard. Anyway I tuned out for a bit while the slime ball discussed something with the teacher. That was until I heard him announce that we had a new student joining the class. He was probably another moron just like the rest of the school population. Nothing to get all excited about. I tried to ignore the kid, whoever the hell he was, but it was near impossible with all the girls in the class giggling like mad. Curiosity got the better of me so I looked up.
"Holy. Fucking. God."
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A/N: Sorry for this first chapter being so short. It's the prologue basically so all the good stuff's gonna come later on wink wink I just wanted to see what people think about this story so far. I will update probably based on reviews so please R & R! Tell me if you like it or not and what you like and don't like about it.
Aoi