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"What the..." Roxas emerged from the water.
In 5th grade, we had to read a novel on "Egyptian History".....it sucked.
That was awesome... And I'm glad my love life helped you make this. ;) Thanks, and Kairi_girl_92....it is based on your RP! XD
"No!" Riku shouted as Namine hurtled to the ground. "I gotta help..." Riku plunged into the water and swam towards the boat.
Come on, guys, Riku cheered them on in his head. He watched as Sora came out of the water with Kairi. Good job, Sora.
Roxas swung at the figure with his free hand. "Leave us alone!" He yelled.
"Namine!!!" Roxas yelled, jumping into the water to save his girl. He grabbed her and pulled her back to the boat.
Roxas looked back and summoned Oathkeeper. "What was that?!" He asked.
OOC: Guys, the post I did before I meant to edit, but my laptop was acting screwy and didn't edit it. All Riku could do was watch as Sora tried to save Kairi. Go, Sora, he thought to himself.
"Leave us alone!" Riku had snapped. He swatted Namine away and faced Sora."This is your fault. You're making Kairi cry. I'll say it one more time: Take. Us. Home. Now."
Simba rolled his eyes and licked up the ice cream What about the three second rule? he asked himself.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you." Roxas replied.
Riku rushed to Kairi's side and pushed Sora out of the way."Kairi...are you okay?" He asked.
Riku looked at Sora. Was he making Kairi cry? He couldn't stand to see Kairi cry. Sora must've hurt her. His hand clenched around his blade and he shouted at Sora."Take us home!"
Riku looked at his fingers. Kairi was sad, that's all that mattered. He was furious. He walked away from the camp. He was going to find Sora and tell him to take Kairi and him back home....immediately.
Riku looked at Namine. "You shouldn't have ever brought us here." He walked out and looked for Kairi, blood trickling down his fingers.
"R...r...really?" Riku questioned, still holding his hand.
Roxas blushed and backed away."Sorry..." He replied, starting to row again.
Riku kept punching until a sudden hoard of pops filled the air. His fingers were screaming out in pain. He fell to his knees, holding his hand. He had broken his fingers.
