Fan Fiction ❯ Prep and Punk ❯ Bananas, Pranks and 'The Broken Hearts' ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Mandeth

Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts. I only own the characters that I made-up in this story. Thank you! ^-^

Author’s Note: Thank you for all the reviews that I have received for the last chapter. ^-^ Especially the ones that give me tips on my writing! So enjoy the next chapter.

Bananas, Pranks and ‘The Broken Hearts’

Sitting in Cid’s class, Riku sighed and tapped the butt of the pencil on the desk, listening to Cid enthusiastically about the galaxy and its many planets. Running a swift hand through his silver locks, Riku closed his eyes and drowned Cid’s voice out, listening to the clock on the wall tick with diminutive excitement. What a boring day…

“OH! OH! I know!”

Hearing the sound of a zealous monkey, Riku turned his head as if in slow-motion toward the noise and witnessed Sora waving his hand in the air…he knew the answer…yet again.

Stupid Rich boys and their intelligence…

Feeling like a complete idiot, Riku went back to being bored and he frowned as he watched the clock tick the seconds away. There was only one minute left of the class…maybe if he stared hard enough at the clock…maybe it would will itself to proceed faster.

He needed to get out of this class…

Suddenly the hand twitched backward until it landed back five more minutes. Riku’s mouth gaped and his brows furrowed. Whoa…when did clocks go back in time?

He once again heard that same monkey grunting in the back of the class again and he turned his head around to see Sora raising his hand yet again. Riku scratched his head and glanced at the clock for a second time. The tiny hand moved back once more as there was only one more minute left of class.

DAMN IT!

Riku glanced over toward Cid and jumped out of his seat as his teacher was butt-naked. Cid chuckled as he saw Riku’s distress and motioned for him to sit as if Cid being naked was an everyday thing. Riku gazed around the classroom and screamed as everyone now was naked. He scurried to the door only for it to be locked and he turned back to the class as everyone started laughing. They all pointed at them with long fingers and he looked down at himself.

I’M NAKED!

Screaming like a girl, Riku tried to cover himself up, but then got pushed against the wall as the door swung open, revealing his uncle totally naked and in all his glory, holding a banana.

“I have found the answer to your trivial questions about the galaxy!” The girls swooned and the men high-fived each other as they cheered for Seph before he told them the answer. Riku hid behind the door to cover his naked body and peeked his head from behind the door to gaze at his uncle with jade orbs.

“The answer is a banana!”

Everyone cheered as if he had found the cure to cancer and Riku’s eye twitched from the noise and from all the nakedness. What the hell was going on?

Sora pranced over toward Riku and wiggled his butt, sending shivers up Riku’s spine. What the hell was he-?

Then Sora slowly formed into something else and Riku frowned. What the-

A giant banana was now standing where Sora was and Riku screamed once again, glancing around the room at the class of bananas. Even his own uncle was a ripe banana.

The bananas trailed over to him and they cornered him. He lifted his arms in self defense and gritted his teeth.

I’m being attacked by freakin’ fruit!

“One of us…” The bananas chanted and Riku suddenly felt so small as he cowered in fear of the bananas wrath.

“One of us…”

“Riku…”

“STOP!” Riku growled and shook his head vigorously. “STOP!”

“STOP!”

“Riku-Riku? What’s wrong honey?”

He turned to glance at his mother who was wide-eyed from the violent awakening which transpired this morning. He was sweating and his wide-eyed jade orbs trailed over to what his mother was holding in her hand.

“Riku-Riku? I brought you breakfast!”

A BANANA!

He retreated under his covers as Gin put the banana in his face, wanting him to eat it. She huffed as she watched him acting so weird this morning and she rolled her eyes. “Riku-Riku! Get up and get dressed! Your breakfast will be on your dresser.”

Finally throwing the covers away from his body as his mother left the room; Riku glanced over at the banana and frowned.

“One of us…”

Grabbing the banana, Riku hurled it across the room and sighed in relief as he heard it splat to the ground. Grinning as if he won a million dollars, Riku hopped out of bed and landed on a pile of clothes. Shaking his head, he ventured over to his closet and growled as the closet glass sliding door was protesting today. Ugh…everything I do…it never fails…WILL THIS STUPID THING OPEN!

The door jolted to the side revealing a mess of clothes inside the closet. Hangers were on one of the white bars, but they weren’t used at all. Rummaging through the mess of clothes, Riku exhaled a joyous sigh as he snatched his favorite pair of pants. They were ‘Side-Lace Denim Rock Pants’ as he remembered the title from the internet site he purchased them at. They were kind of tight, but that was the beauty of them as they laced up on each leg from the ankle to the waist. What Prince of Punk wouldn’t have these pants?

Throwing the pants onto his bed on the other side of the room, and sighing as they slid off the bed and onto the ground, Riku turned back to his closet in search of other clothes. As he threw clothes behind him, Riku found his spike and studded belt with a spinning dub wheel belt buckle. Throwing it on his bed and grinning as it landed safely on top, Riku found a black Lostprophets t-shirt with the band’s name in scarlet letters. Closing his closet and failing miserably since the damn thing was so stubborn, Riku left it open and hopped over his many piles of clothes that needed washing.

Stripping down to his boxers, Riku caught of whiff of something foul and smelt himself, scrunching up his nose, he waved his hand in his face to repel the smell.

“I think I need a LONG shower…”

Grabbing the clothes he picked out today and a pair of clean boxers from one of his stuffed drawers, Riku began getting frustrated as he tripped over his own mess of a room and growled as he walked out the door and toward the bathroom, his shoulders tense as he really NEEDED to clean his room.

I bet Rich Boy has maids to clean his room for him…stop thinking about him Riku!

Entering the spotless bathroom (that his mother cleaned everyday), Riku grabbed a towel off one of the white shelves and placed it on to the white bar inside the bathroom shower. He turned the hot and cold water knobs and felt the water with the back of his pale hand. Feeling the warmth at his fingertips, Riku pulled off his boxers and stepped into the shower, sliding the curtain to the right so no one would witness his nakedness.

He shivered at the thought. What would that stupid dream possibly mean? Probably nothing since sometimes his dreams were as dumb as the one he had. Whatever…it wasn’t a big deal.

Moaning mutely as the petite needles of water grazed his skin, Riku grabbed the bar of blue soap and lathered the substance onto his body, smelling the wonderful clean aroma emanating off of him.

Next time I’ll run when there’s a food fight…or maybe I’ll just take a shower the same day it happens!

Considering himself much cleaner, Riku grabbed the shampoo and squirted some in his hair, smelling the fruity fragrance as he rubbed it into his scalp. He could stay in the shower all day if he willed himself to. One place where he could just think…

Washing the shampoo out of his hair quickly, He groaned as a knock boomed in his ears.

“Riku-Riku! Are you almost done? You’re going to be late!”

Eyes closing, Riku ignored his peppy mother and now squirted conditioner in his silver locks. Listening to the water hitting the bottom of the shower floor, Riku smiled and rinsed out the conditioner. Staying in the shower for a few more minutes, Riku decided he didn’t want to be late to school, so he turned the knobs and the pelting droplets came to a stop.

Stepping out of the shower as he slid the curtain away, he shivered as the cold air hit him full blast. Frowning, Riku wiped the water away from his body and placed the towel on top of his moist head of hair. Clutching the black and red boxers that he just randomly picked out, Riku slid them on and grasped his pants, putting them on.

Finishing his getting dressed as he heard another knock at the door, Riku concluded just before his mother came in to check on him again.

“Oh! You’re all dressed!” She giggled and circled behind him as she seized the towel and started to dry his hair. “My baby boy is growing up so fast!” She squealed and continued to towel dry his silver tresses. Riku crossed his arms and tried to get away, but his mother’s strong grip on his shoulder prevented him from going anywhere.

Why am I always getting caught in these kinds of situations…?

“Remember the time when you had gum in your hair and you cried for months! I thought it was adorable!”

Please…no more reminiscing…I’m getting too old for this…

“Mom…I’m going to be late…”

“You’ll be fine. You have about fifteen minutes to get there!” She chuckled and finished his hair. “Alright done!”

Grasping a brush that was beside the sink, Gin began to brush his now dry silvery tresses and she finished with a shriek.

“Oh I love your hair, my baby!”

Riku’s eye twitched as he felt his mom feeling his hair. “Well…I gotta go mom!” Pulling away from his mother’s pale hand, Riku rushed out the door and sighed happily as he jogged down the stairs.

“Have a good day, Riku-Riku!” He heard her shout and he ignored it as he lifted his book bag from the ground and shrugged it onto his shoulders. Rushing out the door with only ten minutes to get to school, he growled and made a dash for it.

Damn it…I’m going to be late…

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Deciding that he didn’t want to listen to 80’s music this morning because of the prank pulled on him yesterday, Sora decided that present music was what he would listen to today. The current song playing was Mr. Brightside by The Killers.

Sighing, Sora bobbed his head to the beat and his eyes drifted to the carpeted floor. His mind wandering to anything and everything. From his mother to homework and even to Riku.

That stupid punk! All he did was be nice to the jerk and how does Riku repay him? With a damn prank…

Maybe the rumors are true…maybe Riku is just a big ass jerk!

Just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

Leaning his head back, Sora let out a tiny yawn and closed his cobalt blue eyes as he continued to listen to the song. He had seen the music video for this song…it was kind of humorous…

Chuckling, He crossed his arms to his chest. I might actually buy this cd…

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

Cause I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

I never...
I never...
I never...

Gazing out the window, Sora caught a glimpse of silver hair racing past the limo and Sora leaned his body toward the window, watching Riku stampeding toward school.

Well…maybe just this once…he seems to look kind of tired…

It was decided. Despite Riku’s prank, Sora was going to help the silver teen out…or at least…just this once.

Even if he is an asshole…

Pushing a button on the arm rest, Sora smiled as the modest-sized window separating David and him lowered and Sora spotted the back of David’s head as he continued to drive on.

“Dave?”

“Yes Sora?” David inquired and Sora peeked out the window again, seeing Riku halt to catch his breath, he frowned and turned back to Dave.

“Can we stop and pick up one of my friends?”

David smiled and nodded his head, stopping his car beside the out of breath boy. Riku glanced up and heaved a confused puff of breath. Both eyebrows rose in question and as Sora opened the door and hopped out of the car, Riku straightened up and stared at Sora with a calm demeanor.

“Hey Sora…”

“Hello Riku.”

A small silence and then a smile spread across Sora’s face.

“Would you like a ride to school?”

Riku peered over Sora’s shoulder at the shiny black limo and grinned. “A Rich boy prep like you would take a punk like me in your limo that probably cost more than my house alone to school?”

The brunette’s head tilted and he nodded, grinning. “Yeah!”

“Alright!”

Smug and joyous of not having to run to school, Riku hopped into the limo and assembled himself opposite of Sora’s seat so they were facing each other. Riku’s mouth gaped open as he observed the baby blue lights framing the inside of the limo and the lights flashed different colors every ten seconds or so. His eyes traced the little bar on the left side where if Riku leaned to his right, he could seize some liquor and rush out the car…but why run to school and carry liquor at the same time?

Leaning his head back into his hands, Riku let out a sigh of relief and crossed his legs. Relaxed and smirking, Riku eyeballed Sora and became aware of the fact that the teen was silent.

The limo started once more and the two boys sat in silence, both boys listening to the music playing on the station.

“What is this crap?” Riku exclaimed with a huff of annoyance. The song Wait by The Ying Yang Twins was playing and Riku stuck out his tongue in disgust. “Let’s listen to something better than some weird rap whispering thing…”

Leaning over toward the stereo built into the car, Riku turned the knobs and adjusted it to a rock station. It was currently Helena by My Chemical Romance that was playing.

Long a go
just like a hearse you die to get in again
we are so far from you

The sing seemed to whisper at first…and then it grew louder until Riku began bobbing his head up and down to the beat.

Burning on just like a match you slide to incinerate
the lives of everyone you knew
and what’s the worst to take?
(Worst to take)
from every heart you break
(heart you break)
and like the blade you stain
(blade you stain)
well I’ve been holding on tonight

Sora’s foot began to tap to the beat, but he sat there soundless as Riku began to sing the chorus.

What’s the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
so long and goodnight
so long not goodnight

Wide-eyed, Sora listened to Riku’s beautiful voice and smiled. “Riku…”

The car jolted to a halt and Sora’s cobalt blue orbs trailed over toward the window to confirm that they indeed arrived at school. Reaching over for his book bag Sora brought it to his chest and the door was opened for him as David stood there smiling down on him.

“Have a good day at school you two!” He said optimistically and Sora climbed out, Riku after.

As David hurried to drive off, Sora turned to note that Riku was behind him jade eyes on him. Sora motioned for him to quickly follow him and they both walked together, getting stares from the students just arriving to school.

“So you have music first period?” Sora questioned, smashing the silence.

“Yeah…” Riku replied a little too softly. “Well…thanks for the ride.”

Coming to the end of their walk, Riku smiled and pat Sora’s back as he rushed past him and into the music room. Sora blinked and scratched the back of his head in question.

“How did we get here so fast?”

BRRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG

“Crap! Only a few more minutes to get to class!” Sora rushed off toward his English class which thankfully he had his books in his book bag.

Swinging the door open, he leapt to his chair just as the bell rang and the present substitute teacher glared at him from the front of the class.

“Hello Sora…welcome to class.”

Sora frowned and unzipped his book bag open to grab his Literature book and his dark blue English binder. Joining his hands together and placing them in front of him, Sora averted his gaze around the room and glimpsed Tidus and Selphie chuckling in the corner of the classroom. Suddenly the class erupted in a reverberating laughter and a confused Sora glanced around the room, observing that many of the students were pointing at him with ridicule shining on their faces.

“Look it’s ‘The Thumb-sucking Bed-wetting and Nose-picking Rich Boy!’”

The class laughed again and Sora scowled at the boy that blurted that nonsense his way.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Sora fumed and Selphie got to her feet from her desk and ventured in between the rows of desks toward Sora. She placed her hand on his back and ripped something off. She flashed it his way and his anger rose almost simultaneously. It was a piece of paper with bold letters reading:

‘I’m a thumb-sucking, bed-wetting, nose-picking rich boy that still wears my pink pajamas with little hearts and flowers on them. LAUGH AT ME!’

A shrill sheik emerged from the young boy and he had torn the paper in pieces, plopping in his desk with a silent infuriated huff. The class grew reticent of laughing and Sora sat fumingly glaring at the clock hanging on the side of the wall.

He’s going to get it…I’m only nice to him and that…that…JERK! Thinks he can do that to me! Damn it! How am I going to deal with him after school everyday next week? That’s going to be a living hell…

“Now…since that…incident is over, please write a one stanza poem using alliteration.”

Most of the class groaned and Sora slid down further in his chair, flipping his binder open to a fresh page, bending over toward his backpack to get a pencil; Sora grasped one and began to write.

The slippery snake

Slithered on the square tiles

Sliding under a slip of paper

Hidden from the sanguine family using salt

“Well that was easy…” Writing his name on the top right corner of the paper with the date, class and period, Sora (who was sitting two seats from the front) tapped the girl in front of him and she turned her blond head around to gaze at him with calm blue eyes. Sora smiled as she snatched the paper from his grasp and turned back to her own work without another word. Shrugging, Sora serenely laid his head on the desk and closed his eyes as his ears detected the sounds of papers ruffling and pens scribbling. He sighed and cast a tan hand through his brown locks of spiky hair.

Why does Riku have to be such a jerk? What did I do to him? What has he got against me?! Err…he makes me so mad!

He banged his fist upon the table in fury and elevated his head as the class stared at him once again. Sora peeped over toward Tidus and Selphie and identified the perplexed look in their different colored eyes.

This is going to be such a long day…

Raising his hand, Cobalt remained looking at the floor as he asked the question. “Can I go to the bathroom?”

“Yes Sora…but hurry back…” The sub frustratedly exhaled and waved Sora off.

Sora scurried out of his seat and exited the room.

Your going to get it you ass…

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Music…

His favorite class of the day. Gripping his beautiful black and white electric guitar in his pale hands, he loved the way his instrument gracefully hung by it’s arm strap in front of his body. The colors reflected the light in the music room. He loved the melodic sounds of the guitar as he plucked the strings to tune the beast he named ‘Something’. Okay…so he named his guitar ‘Something’…what was wrong with that?

“Hey Riku, are you almost ready?”

Riku turned to the calm voice and faced the King of Punks who stood behind him. His brown locks hung below his graceful shoulders and his bangs hid his eyes as the brunette was bent down in concentration. A guitar pick was in his fingers and he strummed his instrument absent-mindedly as harmonious sounds rung in Riku’s ears. The leather-clad senior glanced up at the Prince of Punks and rose a brow in question, gray-blue meeting jade.

“Did you hear me?”

Riku snapped out of his staring and nodded toward Leon’s way. “Yeah…is ‘Griever’ ready?”

“Yeah.” Leon stroked his bass guitar’s black and red body, smiling softly. “I’m ready…”

“Alright!” Beaming, Riku turned to the remainder of the band and flashed pearly whites. “You guys ready?”

The Drummer Zell, a spiky-headed blond with a powerful punch provided Riku with a thumb’s up and brushed his hand on the tattoo that was placed from his cheek to just a little on the forehead. His sat on a short stool and his baggy blue pants hung low. His black and red jacket that cut to his waist was over his black Aerosmith shirt. The senior thought Aerosmith was GOD. He knew everything and anything that happened. From 1964 to the Present…this kid knew EVERYTHING and that wasn’t an understatement.

Turning to the other guitar player, Riku stood face to face with Seifer Almasy, the person that could get Riku boiled in anywhere from one to two seconds. Bad mouthed and sarcastic, Seifer and Leon almost NEVER got along, but when they played their solos each one after the other, it was the battle of the guitars and both were equally matched in skill and talent, not to mention appearance too. With this short blond hair and hazel orbs filled with mockery wearing a gray trench coat with a black shirt and black leather pants, Seifer was the cockiest of the bunch, but was almost as good as Riku…

But Riku knew he was the best of them all…

Why else was he chosen to be both lead guitarist and the vocals of the band? Why else would they have submitted themselves, this sort of motley crew that held pride above all else, to pick him?

The song that they were going to perform was ‘Helena’ by My Chemical Romance. The best part was that Riku heard it this morning! What else could be such a good prep for this performance in front of the class (even though half the class played trumpets and clarinets)? Thank god it was only a Project of Choice and not what the teacher Ms. Weimar would have picked. She would have picked some dim-witted amateur song like ‘Greensleeves’ or ‘When the Saints go Marching In’. He shuddered at the thought.

As everyone hooked there amplifiers up and input the cords into the Input Jack, they faced the students sitting in blue plastic chars, waiting for the band to start.

“Alright Mr. Riku…” Ms. Weimar began and her little brown eyes glared at the hooligans (or so she called them) and she rested her hands in her lap. “What will you be performing and introduce your band.”

Riku took a step to the side and motioned in a wide arc toward his band with his arm. “This is my band ‘The Broken Hearts’ and we will be performing the song called ‘Helena’ by My Chemical Romance.” He positioned himself in front of the microphone and smirked as he commenced the song.

“Long ago
Just like the hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you”

The class leaned on the edge of their seats as Riku peered at them with those piercing jade oculars. Unexpectedly, the band erupted with the background music and the crowd of students cheered.

“Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight”

Bobbing of heads and the concentration of the band set the crowd ablaze with excited emotions as fans and first-time hearers of the song ascended and continued to applaud for the band. With a self-satisfied smirk, Riku started to sing the chorus.

“What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight”

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Passing down the hall and pushing the double doors open, Sora heard music as he dashed down the cemented walkway toward the bathroom. Skidding to a stop and furrowing his brows together, the familiar vocals caused him to enter the music room uninvited and he remained in the door way as the he witnessed the whole class was dancing and jumping up and down to the song Riku and him listened to this morning. Now…the silver-haired teen was singing it himself.

“Came a time
When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight”

Paralyzed and his feet were rooting into the ground from shock, Sora stayed there dumb-founded as the silver-haired teen bent his head back with his eyes closed and sweat dripped down his silver brow as he sung from his heart.

“What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight”

“Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend to leave and then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide?”

As Riku confronted the crowd with his eyes, Jade met Cobalt blue and as the background music played as the song began to end and Riku had to breathe, Sora’s breath hitched in his throat and he felt like he was going to faint from the intense gaze they were holding.

As if on cue, Riku looked away and ended the song as he sang the chorus once more and everyone cheered as if it were the real My Chemical Romance concert.

“Thank you!” Riku grinned pompously and waved to the crowd of students forming a circle around the band. Riku escalated his body on the tip of his toes to obtain a glimpse of Sora, but was too late as the brunette dashed out the room and toward the bathroom, confused beyond belief.

The said brunette fled toward the bathroom, mind reeling with so many thoughts. What was his problem? First he was mad at the Prince of Punks and by just one song that he never heard since this morning it had changed his mind completely. He wanted to be MAD! He wanted to run back and threaten him saying that if he pulled one more prank that Sora would make sure to get Riku expelled…but now…hearing Riku…

It was just a song…it’s not a big deal…it’s not like I haven’t heard songs before…

“I hate you…fucking jerk!” Entering the bathroom and heading into a stall, Sora slammed the stall door shut and supported his head on the door, closing his eyes and inhaling a large breath.

What’s wrong with me…?

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End to this chapter! It’s cool how I named Riku’s guitar off my own…^-^ I thought it would be cute to add that in there. Anyway! Hope you enjoyed it and remember! REVIEW!! REVIEW!! REVIEW!!

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