CHAPTER ONE POSTED BELOW Prologue Dear Sora, I seriously hate today. I really do. It’s just not fair, why does the past always come back to haunt me? Why can’t it just go away and never come back? Tell me, Sora, why can’t that happen? I hate my past, horrid, painful and full of sorrow. You want to know what happened today? Ok, here it is. I was in my dumb English class when that girl, Naminé, came over and ‘stole’ one of my friends! You see, since you’ve left, I’ve been trying to make new friends.(I wish we were going to the same schools, why did you have to move?!) Well, I was trying to start a pleasant conversation with Olette until Naminé came over and just took over. Olette got so involved with Naminé,(that’s exactly what Naminé had intended) Olette kinda forgot I was even there; it was as if I was invisible. Not there and non-existent. Have you ever felt that way? Abandoned, neglected, or even isolated? I have, and it depresses me so much. I know that I should forget the past, but it’s just so hard to do that when the past is right in front of you?? Right now, you don’t know how much I would give to be with you right now, this very moment. I miss your smile, I miss your eyes, I miss you so much. I want to cry everyday, but I don’t. I hold it back, I refuse to cry. Right now, you don’t know how much I want you to be here, because you’re always there for me. Always. Luv ya, Kairi Kairi, the hurt fifteen-year-old, closed her diary and slid into her bed, to wake up early the next day. She closed her eyes and sighed greatly. She didn’t want to go to school tomorrow. Staying at home was what she wanted to do. Going back to school to get hurt even more made her sad inside. Gloomy thoughts came to the poor girls mind. She envisioned that her former best friend would do something even more hurtful to her the next day. She thought about the malice things that she had schemed in her mind, drawing them out in her precious drawing book that she had forever. Fretfully, she sat up in her bed and glanced at her alarm clock. 1:14 a.m. She got out of bed and crept softly towards her balcony. A cool, refreshing breeze swayed her auburn hair as well as her blue night gown. She stared at the stars. How brightly they shone above. They looked so peaceful, so calm. Kairi took a breath of the air and exhaled. Searching the star-filled sky for a shooting star, she thought about what she wanted to wish for. The sky was still, nothing moved. Regardless, Kairi closed her eyes and whispered, “Sora, I wish you were here with me.” -End- So how was it? This is just the prologue, but the story gets much longer...like, a lot longer. You'll see what I mean when I post the first chapter later. Anyhow, please leave me a comment telling me what you like/disliked/etc. I'd really appreciate it because I love reading what you guys write me. This is my first fanfic for Kairi. I kind of changed her character somewhat, so she's OOC, just like some of the other characters in the story like Namine and Olette, maybe a little bit of Riku too. I may post the first chapter tonight or tomorrow, we'll see. People who really don't like Kairi liked this story (probably because she was OOC, lol) so I think those of you who hate her might like it too. Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it. Tell me what you think!! -MissInvisible
I have to agree with Firekeyblade, Kairi sounds way too whiney with her diary entry. It doesn't sound like the same girl at all. As much as I disliked that part, your writing afterwards is very good with detail and emotion. So you are good at writing, but I think you should have stuck closer to the original character personality.
I see what you're saying. lol, whiny... The prologue doesn't have to do much with the rest of the story. Chapter 1's different. So what was the purpose of the prologue??? Um....hmmm..... lol. I'll probably post chapter 1 sometime today. It's much better. But really lonnggg. Title: Kairi's Diary Rating: T 13+ Type: OOC/AU Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts in any shape or form. Crossings: Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy VIII A/N: Hello everyone!! I am happy to say that this is my first Kairi fanfic. I am really excited to see how this will turn out because I have everything planned. It would mean a lot if you could review for my story, tell me what you think. I hope it's not too long, but I believe that the characters that I have used for this fanfic is quite interesting. Please review, thanks. Kairi’s Diary Chapter 1: A Drop of my Blood My light blue eyes scanned the school library’s bookshelf for a good history book about how witchcraft was put to an end, but I couldn’t find exactly what I needed. I wanted a book to tell me all about how people who were accused of being ‘witches’ or ‘wizards’ dealt with the hardship, how they rebelled, and all that good stuff. I better get an A on this report that I am writing is for U.S. history class because I am going to work my ass off. There were enough books in my exhausted arms to level up above my chest. My new best friend, Olette, chose the same topic as me to present. Even though we have the same course, we are not in the same class. Olette was a long time friend of mine since the third grade. Except, she and I went to different middle schools after grade school, so we never really saw each other or talked to each other again for three years, until high school. By mistake, she came to Spanish class at the wrong period on the first day, that’s when we freaked out with glee when we saw each other. It was a happy moment, since my other best friend, Sora, wasn’t attending the same high school. Trust me, I miss him dearly even though I have Olette around. Well, if she never made that mistake, who knows if we would we standing next to each other at this moment. “Did you find what you were looking for, Kairi?†She raked over the line of books that I was exploring thoroughly. Letting out a depressed sigh, I said, “Not really.†We moved down to the next row, hopefully I will find what I’m looking for because we have been in this library for at least an hour and an half, after school hours of course. A thin red book engraved with thick light-golden Castellar font letters on the spine of the book caught my attention. The title read ‘Witchcraft’, that’s all it said. Nothing else. I guess it was the brilliant scarlet color and letters that was an outcast compared to the rest of the other dull colored books. What struck me odd was that I did not see an author’s name on the cover when I inquired Olette to remove it and show me, since my hands were already occupied with several books that I just didn’t want to put down. Picking them up again would be a great struggle. “Who wrote the book?†I asked, confused at this misleading detail. “Maybe the author forgot to write their name on it,“ Olette suggested, half seriously and half teasingly. She relaxed the book on top of my other books in my hold. “C’mon you already have enough books!†I kinda hoped that she’d offer to carry some of this load, but she simply walked onwards to who knows where. “Wait up for me, Olette!†She was already to the table that we were studying at. Picking up her couple of books, she stayed put for me to catch up with her. I trailed behind her as we made our way to the check out desk. I didn’t realize how many books I had picked up until I stacked them altogether on the counter for the shrewd, fragile librarian to scan. I’m assuming that I must be really desperate to pass this assignment: 10 – 14 books is more than enough. “Excuse me, Kairi.†The aged lady brought my attention from my ridiculous pile to the ruby book that I looked at earlier. She turned the book in all angles before she spoke again, as if to make sure she was not overlooking anything. “I don’t see the code on the back of this book for me to check it out for you.†Apparently, she was referring to the scany thingy on the back of books that you zip the scanner through. Taking the book from her hands, I looked around the book, behind the cover, and even the back cover. It was no where. “From where did you pick the book up?†I pointed at the far corner across the library when she asked me the question. “Can I still take out the book?†Looking around to see if no one was nearby, she leaned in closer to me across the counter and whispered quietly. “I don’t think this book belongs to us, regardless, I think you can keep it, even if it is one of ours.†Sweet Ms. Lee. “Are you sure?†I asked quietly back, I didn’t want to take school property and get the blame for it. She nodded her head as she continued to check out the remaining books for me. Well, if this book doesn’t belong to the school, I guess I’ll take it. Magic and witches are a bit interesting, so I wont mind adding this to my collection of books. I don’t mean to sound like a nerd, but I read a lot, way too much then an average person - or high school girl – should. “C’mon Kairi!†Olette called as she tugged onto my shirt and headed for the exit. I quickly gathered my bizarre stack of books back into my aching arms and followed, still wishing that Olette would offer to help. I would ask, but I don’t know if she will mind so I just dealt with it. Besides, it’s not her fault that I am a study freak. I placed the red book at top and the moment I did, an incredible amount of weight seemed to added. Whoa, these books are heavy. Olette and I were walking side by side out on the crowded streets of Twilight Town. A few clumsy people bumped into me at times, almost causing me to lose my balance. I stole a glance at Olette, she seemed to be day dreaming about who knows what. In the meantime, my arms were screaming from all the weight I carried. The setting sunset blinded me a bit when I peeked out on the sides of the books in front of me. To block the irritating sun’s rays from my eyes, I ducked behind the tower I held. I couldn’t see anything but at least I wasn’t squinting. Suddenly, I felt a hard force slamming hard against me from the front. The impact caused my books to fall in over all directions, spread out everywhere on the ground. I fell down behind me painfully. I surge of pain struck my body. My hands were scrapped, bleeding even. A line of blood oozed from the corner of my thumb to the end of my palm. I gazed at the boy ahead of me, lying on the floor just like me, but he fell face first. His black and navy blue skateboard was flipped over by him and his bag beside it. He slowly peered up, with a sorry expression on his face. I glared angrily, he better help me now. “Kairi! Are you alright?†Olette kneeled by my side making sure I wasn’t hurt or anything. I shot a quick glance at her direction, telling her I was fine. A wave of relief came over her, then she turned towards the boy as well. “Are you OK?†he asked me getting up himself, staring at me dumbly. “No!†I exclaimed madly. “Do I look OK to you?†“But you just told your friend that you were fine.†he said plainly, not understanding my sudden change in attitude. “Look at what you did!†I pointed at my books scattered about. Before I could say anything more, he scrambled back on the floor picking them up. I sat silently, watching as he quietly gathered my belongings and stuffed them in his bag. Then he handed it too me, hoping I forgave him. I held onto the handle of the bag without hesitation, grateful for something to carry my books with, but my bleeding, scrapped hands ached with pain. I hoisted the bag on my back instead. “Thanks.†I muttered under my breath, calming down somewhat but not all the way. “Name’s Riku.†He held out a hand for me after introducing himself to me. I sheepishly gazed at his face, so flawless. His long silver hair covered part of his aquamarine eyes, gave him sort of an edgy look. His skin was perfect, not a single blemish in sight. My hand interlocked with his as he helped me stand up. “Thanks…†He removed his hand from mine and stared at it, then he looked back at me. He reached for my hands and turned them over, his eyes trailing over the thin blood swimming around my scratched palms. A long cut traveled across my hand, with blood beginning to spur out. “You’re bleeding.†He stated matter-of-factly, stating the obvious. “And now there’s blood on my hands too.†He showed me his palm covered with a tint of my red blood. How embarrassing! Well it was his fault in the first place. His cool eyes glistened at the sight of my blood, his lips turned to a smile. I shook my grasp from his cold hands, his hands were too cold to touch. “Sorry about that.†What should I be sorry for? Nothing. “Don’t be. I‘m the one who should be sorry.†He grabbed his skateboard and rode aimlessly the opposite direction from me. When he was almost out of earshot he called out from behind him, “You can keep the bag!†I turned around and continued to walk with Olette. My mind was still aching and I felt too tired to tell him that he should take it back soon. Olette giggled beside me. I peered over at her. “What?†I asked, wondering what was so funny getting hit by a stranger then bleeding afterwards with pain and agony dwelling in your hands. “What are you laughing about?†“Don’t tell me you don’t know who that is!!†She started to get really excited. “That’s Riku!†“Yeah so…†I didn’t care who he was, he was blind enough to hurt me…stupid skateboarders. She didn’t bother explaining more, seeing my lack of interest. She sighed heavily and whispered something I didn’t understand. Upon reaching my house, we said our goodbyes to each other. Olette walked farther down the sidewalk as I entered my home. “I’m home!†I announced loudly so that my aunt and brother could be aware of my presence. I started up the stairs towards my room. It wasn’t too flashy or extraordinary, but it was suitable. The pale blue colored walls matched the creamy white color of the covers on my bed. My tidy and organized desk leaned against the opposite wall, with the open window beside it. A slight cool breeze entered the room, causing my hair to flow behind me. I edged closer to it, noticing the heavy clouds. Looks like it will rain soon. That’s the thing about Twilight Town, it almost never rained so today’s weather would be something unusual. What hit me odd was the sudden change it atmosphere. It was fine a few moments ago when it was sunny and bright, now all of a sudden it was windy and the dark clouds began to accumulate above. My thoughts about the weather were interrupted by a knock on my door. It was my nosy, annoying 17-year-old brother Leon. I didn’t have to look at him to know who it was standing at my door, looking at me. “What, Leon?†My eyes were glued to the sky still, one hand on my cheek and the other under my chin. “Auntie’s not home,†he said annoyed. I heard him coming over to sit on my bed. Regardless of my yelling at him to not enter my room without my persmission, he doesn’t listen to me. I had given up months ago, now he enters my room whenever he wants. “So what do you want me to do about it.†My faced was still turned away from him. I really wasn’t in the mood to talk to him. “I’m hungry,†he replied meaningfully. “So…†“So make dinner. I will be waiting.†His voiced started to get more aggressive, as if he’ll die if I didn’t cook him something that very moment. After our parents died, our only aunt took care of us. But at times when she wasn’t home, like now for instance, I had to take over. My older brothers apparently isn’t capable of doing anything by himself. He can’t cook, clean, do laundry, or dance even. Trust me, watching him trying to dance is torture. Pure. Torture. Letting out a depressed sigh, I said, “Alright. I will be right there.†This time I looked at him. “Ah!†He looked at me with his dark brown eyes in shock when he saw me. I don’t know whether he was trying to be funny or just trying to bother me. “What?†I wasn’t in the mood for this nonsense. “What’s wrong with your face?†He pointed an accusing finger at me, but I still didn’t understand where he was getting at. “There’s blood on it!†Blood? Oh no. I looked at my hands, surly when I touched my face when I gazed out the window, it must have smeared on by mistake. Still, I don’t think it was that much to scream about. “Oh that. It’s nothing.†I remarked trying to sound as if having blood on your face wasn’t something to squirm about. “What happened?†He was walking over to me now, trying to get a better look at my face although that’s not where the blood was coming from. “Some idiot collided into me on the streets today and I scrapped my hands…†I explained, with a bored expression. “Can you get me some band aids?†Leon was already out the room, calling that he was already heading to get some for me. Thank goodness. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands clean and waited until Leon came. He gave me a few bandages and helped me put them on. The pain didn’t ease too much but it was better than before. The wind was blowing harder now, the clouds had grown fiercer and darker. The white curtains flapped violently. Riku’s bag sat at the foot of my bed, also swaying back and forth. I hurriedly shut the window down, the room settled finally. I took in a deep breath and grabbed the bag and emptied out the contents. The books spilled out evenly across my bed. I scanned the pile looking for the scarlet, author-less book. It wasn’t in the pile. Oh no. What if it was left behind when I dropped everything? Great. I will never know what that book will say. It looked so mysterious, I wanted to add it to my collection of books. I turned to my shelf full of books arranged in an organized fashion. I tried to imagine my collection without the thin red book. I sighed. What did it matter…? --xxx-- A cold harsh wind blew against my skin as I hurried towards the market place where I had fallen earlier. My auburn hair shook in the direction of the wind, my lip quivered from the cold. The streets were barren, hardly anyone walked among these streets now. I bet the weather had something to do with it. I must be dumb enough to come out in this kind of weather to look for some book. My azure eyes were focused on the ground, searching desperately for my book. It was no where to be found. A wave of disappointment came over me when I didn’t see it anywhere. What happened to it? Did the wind just blew it away? Did someone pick it up? I stood there like an idiot in the middle of the street. Sighing heavily, I walked slowly towards home. My gaze was on the floor again, sad and disappointed. “Hey!†A familiar voice cried out, the wind over powering it. I turned around to see who it was. Riku was speed walking towards me, without his skateboard this time. He waved a hand at me, I waved back trying to be polite. He stood in front of me, smiling wide. “What are you doing here at this time?†Fool. What does it matter to you? Is it important that you know? No. I should be asking you what you’re doing here…really, what are you doing here? “I was looking for my book. I must have left it here by accident.†Something told me to be nice and tell him. His dreamy blue-green eyes bore into my blue ones. No one talked, it kinda made me uncomfortable. I coughed to break some tension, which I think failed. “I will help you look for it.†He flashed me a smile and threw an offer that I couldn’t refuse. It would be nice if he helped looked, after all it is part of his fault. No, it is entirely his fault. “Sure.†I looked down the streets and he scanned the sides of the buildings just in case the wind pushed it somewhere around. After at least six minutes, he rushed to me with a grin on his face. “I found it!†Phew. Relief came over me, my book was found. I couldn’t help but be thankful and feel overjoyed. “Thank you so much!†I reached out my hand to take the book from his grasp, but something was wrong. I tugged at it but he didn’t loosen his grip. His aquamarine eyes turned a fiercer color, it changed to a piercing black shade. I tugged harder to get the book from his hands, but he just stared hard at it, not letting go. “You can give it to me now!†I said between clenched teeth. This was stupid. You found it now you’re not handing it over!! What gives… My cry broke his hard gaze, he slowly turned to look at me. His eyes turned back to normal, his face became softer. It was like a dark phase swept by him and was gone now. Strands of his silver hair brushed against his face. He released his firm grip and the thin book were in my hands now. He seemed to notice my bandaged hands. “I’m really sorry about that.†“It’s alright.†No it’s not. How can I possibly do anything with my hands aching like hell? Well, nice talking to you Riku, but I’m going to go now. “See you later.†His right shoulder gently hit against my shoulder when I walked by him. His sudden touch seemed so cold, icy cold. It sent shivers running through my body, my lip began to quiver more than before, but quickly stopped. I didn’t glance back as I walked away. I was too busy observing my book. I know it’s not much, but it’s still mine and I would like to have it. It might even help me with my history report. The wind blew more violently now, rustling my hair into a thick tangled mess. I hurriedly shut the door behind me as I scurried upstairs back to my room. I locked the door of my room so that Leon, my annoying brother, wouldn’t bother me when I was doing me homework. I figured Leon heard me because I heard faint footsteps coming towards my room. He stood outside, knocking again. “Go away!!†“I said I’m hungry!†He whined reverently. I heard him sigh dramatically as if he were in pain. “Order take out!†I commanded him, yelling a little louder than I should have. Oh well. He grumbled something under his breath about Chinese food or something and went off down stairs, descending loudly as he did to show me how pissed off he was. I was more pissed at him than he was at me. Cooling down a bit, I grabbed my school bag and took out some paper. My book titled ‘Witchcraft’ lay at the edge of my desk, beside my laptop. I took out some paper and pen to take notes down about the topic so that I could have references when I write my final product. Grabbing my book I opened it to the first page. Nothing. Blank. Wordless. Plain. White. Empty. My face fell. I got a book that had nothing written in it. What was this? I turned to the cover, but something was different. The book turned into a creamy pink shade with a beautiful rose imprinted on it. The words ‘Witchcraft’ disappeared, as if it were never there. “Hmm…†This was odd. I was sure it was red before, not it’s not. Maybe it’s one of those mood color changing books! Nah, no such thing. The rain poured in heavy torrents, splashing against my window occasionally. The lamp on my desk flickered for a moment. The house was silent, I couldn’t hear anything but my breathing. An eerie silence filled the air, leaving me uncomfortable. I shook my head, as if shaking off the fear that was beginning to consume me. But, there was nothing to fear. I opened the book once more and flipped through the pages, all the pages. And as I did, I noticed that the pages gave off a sweet smelling aroma. It smelled quite pleasant actually, it made me feel a little dizzy because it was too strong. My eyes widened when I reached to the last page. There was writing on it. I don’t know who wrote in it, but it was the script was written beautifully. Please write in me. “Please write in me.†I repeated confused and not knowing what it meant. Well since it’s mine, I guess I could do anything the heck I wanted to do with it. I reached for a pen and turned to the very first page. It even said ‘please’. After moments of consideration, I had decided to make it my diary. I pondered over the fact that it was strange how it changed so abruptly but it did indeed fascinate me. Something to be scared of? I don’t know… My pen was barely touching the page, I wasn’t certain if I should write in it. However, I was thinking of writing my thoughts in it. It felt silly but, writing about what I wanted helped clear my mind. I was lonely in school anyhow, Sora wasn’t here and Olette obviously doesn’t care too much about me. I dared to go forth with my thought. “Dear Sora, Um…well this is my first diary ever so bare with me… I miss Sora dearly so I will name my diary ‘Sora’. It will feel like I am talking to me even though he’s not really here. He told me that he was going to leave me an email or call the moment he can. So far he hasn’t and I am getting restless. I don’t think it’s quite fair for him to make me wait. School is alright. I don’t like wearing the blue plaid skirt though or the white shirt. I’m so lonely, even though Olette is there. She isn’t want I expected. Well, until next time. -Kairi.†It seemed so silly writing like this, but whatever. The door bell rang twice when I shut the diary closed. I heard the faint sounds of Leon opening the door then closing it a moment later. Food’s probably here. I glanced at the digital clock I had. It was already six o’clock. Yikes, I didn’t even start on my report. Quickly I selected a few books that I thought would be quite helpful. Hopefully, the pages wouldn’t be empty. And guess what, they weren’t. Thank goodness. Leon didn’t bother calling me down, he’s probably still mad at me for giving him a hard time about dinner. I waited patiently for him to call me down to eat as I read through the books. My mind was already occupied with the mysterious diary I had in my possession, the pink color was dreamy. An hour passed by, I was tired, hungry, and I was bored reading for so long. I decided to go down stairs. As I reached the lamp to turn the light off, I let out an involuntary gasp. There was blood dripping from the diary and onto my clean, wood polished desk. My hands certainly weren’t bleeding anymore, so where did that blood come from? The sight made me sick to my stomach. It was so sickening. The blood was a bright red, a disgustingly bright red. There was a solid trail flowing from the leafy pages of the diary and onto the carpet, creating a puddle of the blood. “Oh my God!†Horridly I picked up the book and turned to where the blood oozed from. Below the small entry that I scribbled was writing written in blood, which I don’t know how the heck that happened. There were messy words written in red. I squinted my eyes to read it. “Hello Kairi, I think that it very interesting that you named this diary Sora. However, I do ask one thing from you. I will be grateful if you do me a favor, please write to me with a different pen. The sharpness is making my heart bleed, literally. I am sorry to have made a mess, but now you know. Your pen made me bleed, now my blood is everywhere. Oh and, yes, I don’t think that it is fair for Sora not to call you. Just be patient. I hope you take care of me, Kairi. So long, for now. †It was all so frightening, I dropped the book to the carpet instantly. My hands were dripping with a fresh coat of blood. I suppressed a scream. Instead I mustered all the courage I had, took a breath, and hastened to the bathroom to grab some paper towels to clean the mess. When I came back, the flow of the blood ceased, thankfully. Unfortunately, even when I was done wiping the furniture and ruined carpet, the stain of red remained on the floor. Nothing would make it go away, not water, cleaning detergent, nothing. I gave up and took another deep frustrated breath. I looked up at the diary from where I sat. To my surprise, the diary was clean! Not a single drop of red was present. It was like nothing happened to it. I rushed to the book, opening it to the first page. The words written below my entry was a solid ruby color, not a single word was even smothered with blood like before. From where the gruesome blood came from, I have no idea. Something told me that this was no ordinary diary. Not. An. Ordinary. Diary. Carefully, I examined the pen I was going to write with again. It didn’t have a sharp point so I thought it was safe to use. I closed my eyes for a second then opened them again. This was crazy. I must be crazy. I am insane… Turning to the next page I wrote: “Hi…uh. What is this? I mean, who are you?†I had no idea what I was writing or doing. I just wanted answers. Now. But, nothing happened. I glared at the page and my words anxiously. It was so hard being patient. How could such a thing happen? What exactly was this? A bleeding diary? Suddenly, in readable red words, it answered me back. The words appeared just like that, but they still looked like they were written with blood. I still couldn’t get used to that fact. “Hello Kairi. I am Marluxia. Sorry for the surprise. I didn’t mean for that to happen.†I quickly wrote back to him, without hesitation so that he wouldn’t go away if that was even possible. Before I knew it, we were having a conversation. “Marluxia….I like your name. Oh and don’t worry about the mess. But what are you? I’m still very confused.†“I am an empty soul trapped in a book of misery. I get lonely myself too, I can feel your pain. Being lonely is a terrible thing. It would be ever so lovely to have a friend.†His words made my heart sink into my chest. The first sentence made me wince, such sad poetic words that held a sad truth. “How are you stuck? Like, how did you end up getting trapped in this book?†“It’s very complicated actually.†Complicated. I could relate to that. “Oh I see, Marluxia. I was wondering if I could help you in anyway possible.†He didn’t write for a while, I thought I offended him maybe. Whatever the case, I continued to wait patiently. It was then that I realized that it was raining fast and hard, raining waterfalls. A sudden thunder explosion made my heart jump. “You want to help me? How so very generous of you. Are you sure?†Of course I’m sure. This couldn’t get any more bizarre than it already was now. Besides, the whole thing seemed depressing in a way. “Yes, just tell me.†“Give me a drop of your blood.†What? Excuse me? What? Did I not read this right? He needs a drop of my blood. For what? Pushing my questions aside, I unwrapped my one of my bandages from my left hand and allowed for a drop to trickle down my palm and splashing onto the page below. At first, nothing happened. But then, the droplet dissolved into the page, disappearing completely without leaving any sign that it was once there, just like how the blood on it before disappeared - it dissolved within the pages. Then, a brilliant white light streamed through the pages, blinding me almost. I shut my eyes for a brief moment and when the light died slowly, I opened them again. The conversation that I was having with this Marluxia person was gone. The light of my lamp flickered again rapidly. “Thank you.†An unfamiliar voiced said behind me. I whirled around in my chair to meet a tall man in gloomy dark robes, pinkish colored layered hair, and a pale complexion smiling down at me. I froze completely. This was not what I expected. First the book changing thing, the blood, the conversation, now this. His face a pretty looking, fairly gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself but to keep staring. His eyes looked playful, he looked rather innocent. He gracefully moved towards me as I sat in awe. Instinct told me to shout for Leon, but I didn’t have the guts to do so. My lower lip quivered slightly as an unexpected chill filled the room. Each step closer he took made me nervous. His graceful movements made me fidget a bit. He bent down to meet my gaze. “Marluxia,†he greeted pleasantly holding his hand out for me. I shook it with fear, but managed not to look too fretful. When he spoke, his cool, cold breath brushed against my cheeks. “K-Kairi,†I stuttered pathetically, staring into his gaze. He let out a small chuckle and glared at the diary for a long time. I was too nervous to break the silence between us, so I just watched him. He walked passed me to the diary and flipped through the pages with a frown on his face. “It’s been…a fairly long time since I have been free,†he began. “Ninety years of imprisonment.†My mouth hung in midair for a brief moment before I could regain myself. He certainly didn’t look like ninety years old. He was so young and beautiful, I felt like touching his perfect face. He turned to me then, smiling once more. The heart leapt out of my chest for a moment. Mustering my leftover courage, I managed to speak. “I-Is that yours?†I pointed at the diary that he still held in his hands so delicately. “Yes, in fact it is. But I believe that it is yours now,†he answered me politely and sat at the edge of my bed like Leon had done earlier. I didn’t mind if he sat there though, unlike my brother… “I don’t understand,†I said without stuttering this time like a weirdo. “How did you get from this book out…here?†I didn’t want to sound rude, but this was insane. He took a breath, his eyes glistened at me for a moment, then answered my question. “It may seem awkward no doubt. You see, there was a dreadful witch named Maleficent--†I interrupted him at that point, something made me gap. “What? Maleficent? You mean that witch from the tale of Sleeping Beauty?†“Yes, yes! That’s the one! She imprisoned me here in that diary. Whenever someone writes in it, I…write back to them. I get very lonely.†“You mean to say that a make believe witch lady did this to you?†This made no sense at all…I pushed this aside and continued to listen to his story, but I couldn’t help but ask another question or two. “Why did your diary, or book, change from one book to another?†I wanted an answer to this one. Now. “I wanted to get out so badly. I wanted someone to take me off that dusty shelf. When I heard you talking to your friend about some book you wanted about witches, I turned into a bright color for you to notice me and gave myself a title of the subject.†His eyes were still innocent, sparkling looking. “But how did you get in my school’s library in the first place?†This I didn’t understand at all. “That my dear, I do not know myself.†Gracefully, he crossed his arms across his chest and waited patiently for me to ask the remaining of my questions, I think I made the impression of being too talkative. “Oh,†I sighed not knowing quite what to think. “So, what exactly are you?†He looked human, but I couldn’t be sure completely. “I am a Nobody,†he stated with pity in his voice. “I have no heart, no feelings. All I ever wanted was to be whole like everyone else in this small world. And, I am a grim reaper.†There was nothing I could say to that, how could someone have no heart, no feelings at all whatsoever? On top of that he was a grim reaper! I didn’t believe this completely. “But, I am sure that you feel some emotions, right?†He sighed once more, “No, my dear. I don’t have any feelings or emotions. Becoming whole is a desire, a want, a must. I do get lonely though, that’s undeniable.†I walked over to him now, sitting close to him on my bed losing all the fear I once had. I wasn’t so intimidated by him anymore. I wanted to know more about him actually. A sudden aroma came to me, the same once that came from the diary. It was the scent of roses, so pleasant. “I feel so sorry for you, Marluxia.†I placed a hand in his, holding it. But, a cold wave shot through my hands the moment I touched them. He chuckled softly, looking at my worried face. “Now I am here with you.†Slowly he released his grip from mine and sighed again, happily this time. “You named the diary Sora?†How stupid of me. I shouldn’t have written any of that. “Yeah, I did. He’s my best friend and I miss him a lot.†“Where is he now?†He asked, changing he subject now. “He’s back in Destiny Islands. My brother, Aunt, and I moved here since they felt that Destiny Islands wasn’t safe anymore to live in.†I looked away from his hearty eyes when I said this. I didn’t really like talking about this too much, it made me sad. Marluxia said nothing, so I continued. “He was supposed to call me, and he hasn’t yet…†“I’m sure he will,†he reassured, laying a comforting hand on my back. “I hope so.†“You wrote that you felt lonely as well,†he said, referring to what I had written on the first page of the diary, “at school.†I nodded quietly, not saying a word. I felt a sudden connection here, he was lonely and so was I. “I will go to school with you tomorrow,†he replied, looking down at me with sheer amusement. My face brightened up, “You will?! But, how?†It would be great to have him come with me. Suddenly, the door of my room opened, Leon unlocked it no doubt. He gazed at my shocked face. I glanced from Marluxia to Leon, not knowing what to say to explain myself. Marluxia continued to smile at me, “You’re the only one who can see me.†I let out a sigh of relief. I diverted my attention back to Leon. “What?†“Nothing.†He said lamely. “So what you want?†I scowled at him for interrupting me. “I wanted to tell you that you can come down to eat now,†saying that he left my room. He’s such an idiot, bothering me all the time out of no where randomly as he pleases. “So, since I am the only one who can see you, everything’s fine?†I was talking to Marluxia about him coming to school with me, just for company. If no one could see him, that would be great because obviously, he doesn’t belong there. “That’s correct.†“That’s great!†I exclaimed, jumping up in front of him. “I can show you how I spend my days at school everyday.†If I had a friend, one whose loyal enough, that would change everything! I was too happy now. My stomach growled loudly, I felt my face flush with embarrassment. “Come on, let’s go eat something.†I grabbed his cold hand and dragged him behind me down the stairs to where Leon was. He sat on the couch watching TV with his girlfriend, Rinoa. I let my hands drop to my sides with Marluxia close behind, his hand still clasped with mine. I edged to the table and took a seat, waiting for Marluxia to do the same. I grabbed two plates and poured whatever Chinese food on it and gave one to Marluxia and setting the other in front of me. I was so hungry, I started eating my food already not noticing Marluxia not touching his plate. I looked up at him with confusion and gave him a puzzled look. “You’re not eating?†I asked. Leon turned his head towards me and looked at me funny. “I already ate.†He said casually to me, thinking I was talking to him. I wanted to slap my face. I should have known better than to talk out loud. I whispered lowly this time to Marluxia and repeated my question. “You’re not eating, why?†I broke his gaze at his food and he turned to answer me. “Grim reapers don’t need to eat.†He said in his normal voice, apparently I was the only one who could hear or see him so he had nothing to worry about. “Oh.†I could hear Rinoa’s faint laughter in the background as Leon talked to her. Then I turned my attention to my companion. When I finished, I cleaned my plate and headed back upstairs with Marluxia. I couldn’t help to say to him, “Did you know you smell like roses?†I turned around to face him but he wasn’t there. Strange, he was just behind me. I quietly descended the stairs again and peered into the kitchen and living room where Leon and Rinoa were, but he wasn’t there. I rushed to my room and saw him lyingmy bed again. “Yes, I am aware of that like roses, the smell of death,†he answered me calmly when I pushed the door open to my room. “I’ve lived in my rose garden long enough to obtain its sweet aroma.†“How did you get from behind me in my room without you passing me?†I closed the door and locked it, then faced him waiting for his answer. “I can move quickly, my dear.†Marluxia threw me a cool snicker, “I can teleport to places that I have been to.†“Oh…†Lucky, I wish I could do that. This guy could teleport, how awesome it that? After changing my clothes and getting ready to sleep, I ushered him off of my bed. “You can sleep in my Aunt’s room if you’d like to, she’s not home yet.†I pulled the covers closer to my face to get more comfortable. He shook his head and opened the diary to a random page in the middle. He turned the lamp on my desk off, making the room dark. “I do not sleep my dear. Get some rest, I will see you in the morning.†Saying that, he vanished in the diary, back from where he came from. “Wait,†I cried, jerking my body upright. But it was too late, he was already gone, vanished into the diary. I sighed and crashed my head back to my pillow. The rain ceased now, an occasional thunder sounded in the distant. A shrill lightning strike struck, a flash of white light illuminated the room for a second, then the room returned to darkness. The room smelled strongly of the deathly roses, the scent began to etch itself in my mind. -End Chapter 1- Thanks for reading. I know, it was sooo long. Anyhow, please tell me what you think. [;
Obviously when you said that it was out of character....and an alternative universe...you weren't kidding...:sideways: Once again, the composition is great, but the only problems that I have with it is that you do have a mess of grammar and spelling mistakes scattered throughout. And once again the whole.....weirdness of the characters...and how Kairi's eyes are purple...not blue...
Oh, wow... um... I read this story already on fanfiction.net, and I thought you were trying to steal it. It was until I saw your name that I thought you were a story thief. Sorry about that. But anyways, I've always liked this story and I'll continue reading it. Did you ever finish it btw?
After reading this , I find this very interesting. It's a good piece of work, and I'm looking forward to this.
Really? Do you have a FF account? LOL, actually, some people really are stealing my story. Im so pissed about that b/c that's what's ticking me and I put the story in hiatus. Chapter 6 is almost done, but I didnt finish it because im still pissed about those lowlife story stealers. thank you <33 Means a lot to hear that. When people stop stealing my ideas, I'll write more. Im too mad right now. I regret putting this online now T_T
