Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Love Stinks ❯ One Look... ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Izzy Rin 
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.19.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 297 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.19.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 297 | Status: Work In Progress
I swear, sometimes I just want to die, or kill Sora. Either one works. I guess it wouldn’t matter. I just want to ring his neck, shut him up, do anything, but nothing works. He just continues talking and talking and sighing and moaning. I know that may sound wrong, but your misunderstanding. I just…I don’t know. I can’t stand him talking about girls like that, or period. The way he demeans them and just talks about their looks and what not, it’s disgusting. I have yet to hear him talk politely about a girl, about her personality not how ‘hot’ she is.
If I went for girls, that’s what I’d go for, their personality. It’s much more valuable. Looks fade away, their personality doesn’t. But I guess he’s a guy, not that I’m not, but he’s a hormonal teenager, again not that I’m not, that likes girls and thinks about them all the time. Kinda like how I think about him all the time…
“Rox, are you paying attention to me?” Sora asked me, pulling me back from the clouds, pretty annoyed.
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be listening to you?” I rambled quite quickly.
“Then what was I talking about?” He asked, arms folded, smirk on face, and eyebrows raised. I stuttered and couldn’t muster an answer. “See, I was right. You weren’t paying attention. Now, where was I,” I let him talk about Kairi all he wanted, how her outfits out lined her curves, hourglass figure, and made her breasts more prominent, how her lips were pouty and ‘sexy’. Of course he used more disgraceful words.
Thankfully, our friend Riku walked up with Hayner at his side and stopped Sora’s disgusting talk. “Hey guys!” Sora greeted with a huge grin on his face. They waved in hello and then sat next to me on the bench of the table. Sora was on top of the table, and unfortunately he didn’t stop talking about girls, this time he was talking about another girl. I think it was Aerith, and Rikku.
They listened attentively, occasionally putting in a word or two about the girl. I didn’t like any of the comments they made. They all bothered me. I just hated it. I hated how they talked like that. But I guess if I was straight, I would talk like that too. Or…I don’t know. I respect women. I don’t really think I would if I was attracted to girls, would I?
I guess I was out of it because Hayner asked if I was okay. “Roxus, are you okay. You seem out of it…” Hayner asked, a little worry laced in his voice. Before I could answer, Riku did for me.
“Yeah, he’s fine, he probably just wants to talk about that hot teacher that came to school.” I blushed and shook my head furiously. I mean, he was kinda hot, but hat didn’t mean I wanted to talk about him, especially to my straight friends. Talk about embarrassing. Yeah, this is how the conversation would go, ‘Yeah, he’s hot, have you seen the way his muscles bulge and his tight tees, they are sooo hot. I mean you can see practically everything…’ Okay I’m gonna stop talking before I have an orgasm…sorry.
Anyways, why did Riku have to be the meanest to me. I know he’s just joking around, but still, it hurts every time. He just takes it to far, even though the he and the others think it’s funny, I seriously don’t…
“That’s not true. Roxus just doesn’t like the way we ‘demean’ girls like that. I’ll try to stop okay?” Sora defended for me, he directed the last part at me. I thanked him with my eyes and a small smile of gratefulness. He nodded in reply, and didn’t say anything else demeaning towards women, and that made me feel even happier.
The bell rang for school to start and us to get inside. Sora and I had the exact same classes, so we said good-bye to our two friends and headed to class. Our first class was English, honors. It’s boring as hell, it’s pointless and there is absolutely nothing about the class that could make it fun, nothing at all. I guess that’s the point in it. The classwork, the homework, the writing, and the required reading is all boring as hell. Luckily I have my brother to go through this torture with me.
He makes everything fun, I love it. I love him. But no one has to know the second part. At all. Right now we were working on a persuasive essay on what we think of whatever subject we choose. And we were reading Shakespeare’s ‘The Merchant of Venice’. It was gay, no pun intended, we were at the scene where that one dude was sacrificing his life or whatever for that other dude. Not that I was paying attention much. Sora always sidetracked me. In a good way of course.
Well, anyways, Sora and I were sitting in our group tables, barely working on our projects. Sora was playing with his pencil and his pencil led. He twisted off the part that was around the led, snapped off a small piece, putting it between the small opening on the pencil and then shot it at random people. Wow, that all sounded kinda wrong. Well, I didn’t mean for it to. I swear.
I laughed and tried to silence it, but failed. The teacher looked over at us and glared, making us burst into laughter. He silenced us and told us to get back to work. We did as we were told reluctantly, but not without laughing.
Sora and I were sitting at lunch, laughing over what he had done in the last class. He pulled the chair out from Ansem, twice. Ansem actually fell for it twice. It was hilarious. I almost died of laughter. It was like slow motion when he fell the first time, all the way to the floor, head almost hitting the desk. Then he second time he fell was even slower, and that made it even more funny. Ansem stood up and made his hand into a fist, ready to punch my brother, but luckily the teacher walked in on time, right after the bell rang. I don’t think I could stand to watch my brother get hit in the face, bruising the beautiful features that I had always loved.
Riku, Hayner, Axel, and Leon walked over to us, laughing at whatever happened during there class before. They came over to our usual spot and sat down on the bench around the table like usual with Sora in the middle, absorbing attention like a pro. I just shook my head at my brother’s antics and listened to him draddle on about unimportant things.
I yawned and my head started to fall slightly to the side. I was so tired. I didn’t really sleep good last night because I kept dreaming. Not that the dreams were anything important. I yawned again and my eyes drooped closed. “Hey, Rox, here.” Sora scooted closer to where I was sitting and crossed his legs in front of me. I looked at him confusedly and furrowed my eyebrows together. He smiled at me and laid my head down on his lap. I was shocked to say at the least. I so did not expect him to do this. I situated myself comfortably on his lap and fell asleep. I knew it was a very short nap, because I woke up to Sora brushing my hair back to wake me up.
“Come on, Roxus. The bell rang.” I nodded and tried to stand up. I about fell over onto Sora, but he caught me before I did. “Whoa there, be careful... Hey, Roxus. I have an idea.” I looked at him doubtfully and awaited the new torture that would begin.
“I don’t like your ideas. They scare me.” I pouted and started to back away slowly, ready to bolt when needed.
“Ha ha ha, very funny. But seriously, why don’t we ditch the rest of the day and go to my house, my parents aren’t home.” I nodded at the wonderful idea that was presented to me. Usually if Sora and I ditch, we ditch the whole day or just one class at a time, but never half the day. “Okay, get on my back, I’ll carry you home.” I looked at him in confusion again.
“Just get on.” He turned around and crouched down slightly so I could jump on his back to be carried home. I did as he said, not really in the mood for arguing, and we snuck off campus easily, walking down the streets and main roads. I rested my head against his back and let my eyes fall shut again.
I woke up again, when Sora had to put me down to unlock his front door; I let him as I leaned against the frame, almost falling asleep again. I think it took him like two weeks to figure out which key was the front door key. I came THIS CLOSE! to falling down. “Go lay on my couch, I’m gonna go put our stuff in my room.” I nodded and again obliged to what he said. I didn’t complain, there was no need to. I was tired and that was the end of it.
I know I fell asleep again because I started dreaming. It was a normal dream. I was hanging out with everyone plus Sora. We weren’t doing anything unusual like most of my dreams, but we weren’t talking like normal. Everyone was quiet. Something happened. I’m not sure what, but the whole situation was tense. Someone said something they shouldn’t have. And something made everyone uncomfortable. I looked over to Sora and he was looking at the floor, ashamed about something. His usual bright eyes were dull and a mucky colored blue. I walked over to him sitting on the bench and knelt down in front of him. I lifted his chin with my hand, ready to ask what was wrong, when he slapped me. Yes, the love of my life actually slapped me. ‘Are you happy now? I’m a fag just like you!’ He screamed in my face, pushed my to the ground then ran off, disappearing about ten feet away.
I woke up quickly, still remembering the looks on everyone’s faces, the disappointment, the hate...Especially on Sora’s. I can’t believe he actually said that, and he slapped me. I never thought that he would say that, he knows how much I hate the word and how much it hurts me every time I hear it.
I was confused as to where I was, I knew that I wasn’t home. I knew it right away because I was lying on a foreign couch. It wasn’t as comfy as mine was, not nearly. The TV was on, and some retarded cartoon was on the screen. I started to look around and mentally slapped myself, I was in Sora’s house. What’s new? I’m always here.
“Good afternoon, Sleepyhead.” Sora said with his goofy grin that made me all tingly inside.
“Wh-what time is it?” I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and doing a full body stretch.
“2:37,” He said, looking at his Upstage. I mentally slapped myself again when I realized that I could’ve looked at my phone, and answered that question myself. I yawned widely and did another stretch, feeling the bones in my back pop.
This couch isn’t as comfy to lay on as I thought.
If I went for girls, that’s what I’d go for, their personality. It’s much more valuable. Looks fade away, their personality doesn’t. But I guess he’s a guy, not that I’m not, but he’s a hormonal teenager, again not that I’m not, that likes girls and thinks about them all the time. Kinda like how I think about him all the time…
“Rox, are you paying attention to me?” Sora asked me, pulling me back from the clouds, pretty annoyed.
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be listening to you?” I rambled quite quickly.
“Then what was I talking about?” He asked, arms folded, smirk on face, and eyebrows raised. I stuttered and couldn’t muster an answer. “See, I was right. You weren’t paying attention. Now, where was I,” I let him talk about Kairi all he wanted, how her outfits out lined her curves, hourglass figure, and made her breasts more prominent, how her lips were pouty and ‘sexy’. Of course he used more disgraceful words.
Thankfully, our friend Riku walked up with Hayner at his side and stopped Sora’s disgusting talk. “Hey guys!” Sora greeted with a huge grin on his face. They waved in hello and then sat next to me on the bench of the table. Sora was on top of the table, and unfortunately he didn’t stop talking about girls, this time he was talking about another girl. I think it was Aerith, and Rikku.
They listened attentively, occasionally putting in a word or two about the girl. I didn’t like any of the comments they made. They all bothered me. I just hated it. I hated how they talked like that. But I guess if I was straight, I would talk like that too. Or…I don’t know. I respect women. I don’t really think I would if I was attracted to girls, would I?
I guess I was out of it because Hayner asked if I was okay. “Roxus, are you okay. You seem out of it…” Hayner asked, a little worry laced in his voice. Before I could answer, Riku did for me.
“Yeah, he’s fine, he probably just wants to talk about that hot teacher that came to school.” I blushed and shook my head furiously. I mean, he was kinda hot, but hat didn’t mean I wanted to talk about him, especially to my straight friends. Talk about embarrassing. Yeah, this is how the conversation would go, ‘Yeah, he’s hot, have you seen the way his muscles bulge and his tight tees, they are sooo hot. I mean you can see practically everything…’ Okay I’m gonna stop talking before I have an orgasm…sorry.
Anyways, why did Riku have to be the meanest to me. I know he’s just joking around, but still, it hurts every time. He just takes it to far, even though the he and the others think it’s funny, I seriously don’t…
“That’s not true. Roxus just doesn’t like the way we ‘demean’ girls like that. I’ll try to stop okay?” Sora defended for me, he directed the last part at me. I thanked him with my eyes and a small smile of gratefulness. He nodded in reply, and didn’t say anything else demeaning towards women, and that made me feel even happier.
The bell rang for school to start and us to get inside. Sora and I had the exact same classes, so we said good-bye to our two friends and headed to class. Our first class was English, honors. It’s boring as hell, it’s pointless and there is absolutely nothing about the class that could make it fun, nothing at all. I guess that’s the point in it. The classwork, the homework, the writing, and the required reading is all boring as hell. Luckily I have my brother to go through this torture with me.
He makes everything fun, I love it. I love him. But no one has to know the second part. At all. Right now we were working on a persuasive essay on what we think of whatever subject we choose. And we were reading Shakespeare’s ‘The Merchant of Venice’. It was gay, no pun intended, we were at the scene where that one dude was sacrificing his life or whatever for that other dude. Not that I was paying attention much. Sora always sidetracked me. In a good way of course.
Well, anyways, Sora and I were sitting in our group tables, barely working on our projects. Sora was playing with his pencil and his pencil led. He twisted off the part that was around the led, snapped off a small piece, putting it between the small opening on the pencil and then shot it at random people. Wow, that all sounded kinda wrong. Well, I didn’t mean for it to. I swear.
I laughed and tried to silence it, but failed. The teacher looked over at us and glared, making us burst into laughter. He silenced us and told us to get back to work. We did as we were told reluctantly, but not without laughing.
Sora and I were sitting at lunch, laughing over what he had done in the last class. He pulled the chair out from Ansem, twice. Ansem actually fell for it twice. It was hilarious. I almost died of laughter. It was like slow motion when he fell the first time, all the way to the floor, head almost hitting the desk. Then he second time he fell was even slower, and that made it even more funny. Ansem stood up and made his hand into a fist, ready to punch my brother, but luckily the teacher walked in on time, right after the bell rang. I don’t think I could stand to watch my brother get hit in the face, bruising the beautiful features that I had always loved.
Riku, Hayner, Axel, and Leon walked over to us, laughing at whatever happened during there class before. They came over to our usual spot and sat down on the bench around the table like usual with Sora in the middle, absorbing attention like a pro. I just shook my head at my brother’s antics and listened to him draddle on about unimportant things.
I yawned and my head started to fall slightly to the side. I was so tired. I didn’t really sleep good last night because I kept dreaming. Not that the dreams were anything important. I yawned again and my eyes drooped closed. “Hey, Rox, here.” Sora scooted closer to where I was sitting and crossed his legs in front of me. I looked at him confusedly and furrowed my eyebrows together. He smiled at me and laid my head down on his lap. I was shocked to say at the least. I so did not expect him to do this. I situated myself comfortably on his lap and fell asleep. I knew it was a very short nap, because I woke up to Sora brushing my hair back to wake me up.
“Come on, Roxus. The bell rang.” I nodded and tried to stand up. I about fell over onto Sora, but he caught me before I did. “Whoa there, be careful... Hey, Roxus. I have an idea.” I looked at him doubtfully and awaited the new torture that would begin.
“I don’t like your ideas. They scare me.” I pouted and started to back away slowly, ready to bolt when needed.
“Ha ha ha, very funny. But seriously, why don’t we ditch the rest of the day and go to my house, my parents aren’t home.” I nodded at the wonderful idea that was presented to me. Usually if Sora and I ditch, we ditch the whole day or just one class at a time, but never half the day. “Okay, get on my back, I’ll carry you home.” I looked at him in confusion again.
“Just get on.” He turned around and crouched down slightly so I could jump on his back to be carried home. I did as he said, not really in the mood for arguing, and we snuck off campus easily, walking down the streets and main roads. I rested my head against his back and let my eyes fall shut again.
I woke up again, when Sora had to put me down to unlock his front door; I let him as I leaned against the frame, almost falling asleep again. I think it took him like two weeks to figure out which key was the front door key. I came THIS CLOSE! to falling down. “Go lay on my couch, I’m gonna go put our stuff in my room.” I nodded and again obliged to what he said. I didn’t complain, there was no need to. I was tired and that was the end of it.
I know I fell asleep again because I started dreaming. It was a normal dream. I was hanging out with everyone plus Sora. We weren’t doing anything unusual like most of my dreams, but we weren’t talking like normal. Everyone was quiet. Something happened. I’m not sure what, but the whole situation was tense. Someone said something they shouldn’t have. And something made everyone uncomfortable. I looked over to Sora and he was looking at the floor, ashamed about something. His usual bright eyes were dull and a mucky colored blue. I walked over to him sitting on the bench and knelt down in front of him. I lifted his chin with my hand, ready to ask what was wrong, when he slapped me. Yes, the love of my life actually slapped me. ‘Are you happy now? I’m a fag just like you!’ He screamed in my face, pushed my to the ground then ran off, disappearing about ten feet away.
I woke up quickly, still remembering the looks on everyone’s faces, the disappointment, the hate...Especially on Sora’s. I can’t believe he actually said that, and he slapped me. I never thought that he would say that, he knows how much I hate the word and how much it hurts me every time I hear it.
I was confused as to where I was, I knew that I wasn’t home. I knew it right away because I was lying on a foreign couch. It wasn’t as comfy as mine was, not nearly. The TV was on, and some retarded cartoon was on the screen. I started to look around and mentally slapped myself, I was in Sora’s house. What’s new? I’m always here.
“Good afternoon, Sleepyhead.” Sora said with his goofy grin that made me all tingly inside.
“Wh-what time is it?” I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and doing a full body stretch.
“2:37,” He said, looking at his Upstage. I mentally slapped myself again when I realized that I could’ve looked at my phone, and answered that question myself. I yawned widely and did another stretch, feeling the bones in my back pop.
This couch isn’t as comfy to lay on as I thought.