There's not much I can say about this story. It's pretty good in my opinion. I've written about 15-20 pages already. In this story, there are quite a few cameos. ;D All I can say is that it's PG-13 for violence, language, and romantic situations. I had to re-write a part in the Prologue because it was way too suggestive for posting, but it's all good now, hehe. -Prologue- "We must hide you, milady," cautioned a red haired servant. "They have taken the lives of your noble sisters, you are indubitably next!" "Where do you want me to go?!" yelled a brilliantly golden haired goddess in strife, while putting on a robe and slippers and rushing out of her bedroom after her faithful servant. Thunder was cracking every second. Lightning filled the darkened hallways. "Can't I just fight them off? How strong can they possibly be?" The servant stopped. "Strong enough that they defeated your mother just minutes ago," she replied somberly. The was silence. Even the thunder stayed silent for that brief moment. The servant grabbed the goddess' hand, running down the hall. "What am I going to do!" yelled the teenager in despair "We're taking your father's chariot," the servant replied. "I bored it yesterday. I felt that this would happen. I'll fly you over to the other side of the world and ask your brothers for protection." The back door opened. They sprinted out of it and into a stable. Looking around, outside, it was a sea of black and gray, with frequent flashes of of gold and silver. Inside the stable was a silver horse attached to a silver jeweled chariot that could easily hit more than two people. The orange haired servant seized the reigns and motioned for her master to get in, which she did promptly Bringing the reigns down on the horse, it neighed and took off; out of the stable and into the sky. Looking around, it was still a sea of dark gray and faded stars up above. The golden haired goddess looked at it all and started to cry into her servant's shoulder. "Uh... There, there, milady. Everything will be alright," the servant cajoled. "Your brothers will take good care off-" The Chariot was hit. Hard. "Hold on!" A giant beast of darkness had hit the side of the vehicle, and was pursuing them at top speeds through the sky. "We'll never make it!" wailed the distressed goddess. "I have a plan B," said the servant finally. "I didn't want to have to do this." "Wh-what is it?" asked the girl shakily while looking to her, concerned. "I'll erase your memory and send you down to he human world. They won't find you there." "Eww!" she gawked. "The human world?! That nasty place?! Humans are mean, hateful and deceitful! I don't want to go there!" "You'll have to." The servant placed her hand on the goddess' forehead, and a silver light pulsed. The goddess closed her eyes and fell to the chariot floor. Letting go of the reigns, she crouched down onto the floor next to her, casting unspoken spells on the teen. Finally, after one last spell, the goddess disappeared from the Chariot in a flash of brilliant white light. She got a hold of the reigns and stopped the Chariot. The horse whined in protest but obeyed. The four legged demon was right behind them, flashing it's big white teeth. The brave woman turned and smirked at the monster and said, "I never thought I'd see you again, Yashaluos." The monster laughed a deep, rumbling laugh, like the thunder itself. But then it's form melted and changed from that of a monster to one of a man about six feet tall, with mid length silvery black hair and an Asian looking suit that buttoned all the way up to his neck. "I just couldn't stay away," he said trivially in a voice of a young man. "How about we have a bloody good time, like the last time I was here." "Like... a party?" asked the orange haired woman in an almost amused, but confused tone. The man replied by materializing a sword in his hand. It had the form of a demonic wing, and had a blue green eye in the hilt. He looked down at it in slight question. "Someone's been using my sword," he mumbled, but returned his gaze to the servant, this time lustfully. "I did say a bloody good time, didn't I?" Yashaluos disappeared from view in a gust of wind, and reappeared behind her and ran her through with his sword. She gasped. The demon let go of the sword and placed his hands on her shoulders, talking into her ear. "Now this seems familiar. When has this happened before? Was it... Rekarike?" Thinking fast, the servant grabbed the blade that was sticking out in front of her and thrust it back and into the demons stomach. He instantly loosened his grip and she pulled away form the demon's grasp. There wasn't very much room to run. The sword was still in her stomach, dripping blood. "Ow. That hurt," he complained, rubbing his stomach. "But the deja-vu is too strong to pass up." "Shut-up!" she yelled. Yashaluos gave her a fatherly gaze. "Sakamiku..." he started, "at this rate, I can't take you like your sis. Soul Eater is being greedy and eating more of your soul than he normally does. Oh well," he added, shrugging. "What do you mean... 'Take you like your sis'?" Sakamiku asked weakly, gasping for breath. The demon grinned. "You know what I mean," he replied slyly and winked. She gave into her anger and charged him, grabbing the man's throat. "How dare you?!" she yelled in rage while the demon simply looked unphased. He reached behind her back and pulled out the sword. Sakamiku instantly went limp and fell to the chariot floor. The sword was covered in a wispy, transparent, glowing blue substance and blood. Yashaluos licked the sword clean, relishing the taste. "You greedy *******," he said out loud, talking to the sword, "leave some soul for me to devour next time. But first... I have to find the son of a b who's been using you." The demon transformed back into a beast and lept off into the sky. --- Chapter I The Cake and the Newbie (Pic by Semokan on DeviantArt) (Riku's P.o.V.) "Happy, Happy Birthday, You're Number One! Happy, Happy Birthday, Hope You'll Have Some Fun! "Happy, Happy Birthday, Make Your Big Wish! Happy, Happy Birthday, Open All Your Gifts! "Happy, Happy Birthday, Eat Up All Your Cake! Happy, Happy Birthday, Hurry For God's Sake!" I sat a big slice of home made chocolate cake with a candle in it in front of a kid with wild spiky brown hair and true blue eyes with a wide grin plastered on the front of his face. "Chocolate?!" he exclaimed. "How'd you know, Rik?" I smirked at him and pulled out a list and proceeded to show it to him. "Hmm... Maybe this list entitled 'Things Sora Wants for his Birthday' showed up in my mail box about a month ago." Next to me, a girl with maroon red hair chuckled and held out a present. "What a coincidence! I got a letter just like that too!" Sora grinned again and took the present. He proceeded to trying to open it first, but Kairi smacked his hand, which Sora retracted and rubbed, looking disappointed. "Nuh-uh," she scolded, "you know the order: blow out the candle, open the presents, then eat the cake!" I laughed at Sora, who looked like a sad puppy licking his paw. "I thought I was supposed to be Number One... ]: " "You are," I assured him, "but after you follow traditions." I pointed at the lit candle, flickering unobtrusively in the light of the classroom. We were at school. We always served each other cake and gave a present on a friends birthday while singing the song at school. It felt good that things were back to normal. Sora was thinking the same thing. "I wish for... Things to always be this way," he wished sincerely with his eyes closed. He blew out the single candle. We all smiled. None of us would be here if it wasn't for Sora. Breaking the feel-good moment, Sora snatched the present off of his desk and ripped the wrappings to shreds, revealing a beautiful picture frame with a photo of Sora sitting on top of me, pinning me to the ground, (I had a killer look on my face, while Sora was grinning at the camera), and Kairi was cheering in the background. It was the day that he Finlay beat me in a no weapon, judo wrestling match. "w00t! Kairi!" he cheered, "Now I can re-live the moment of victory over, and over, and over!" Sora shot a proud look at me. I glared back. He backed down. I thought so. The school bell rang, and the birthday boy gasped. "Nuuuuu!" he yelled. "I want to eat my cake!" Sora seized the fork and took a quick bite. His face instantly lit up. "This, Riku, is your best tasting cake yet!" he declared while raising his fork in delight. I took a small bow and returned to my seat. "Only the best for you, Sora." The teacher walked into the room, old and stuck up. Th class stood up on her arrival, as usual. Sora had hidden his cake under a book and joined the rest of the class. The only reason that we stood up was because she'd give us all detention if we didn't. She was old school. Literally. She nodded her head and everyone sat down. Sora got back to devouring his big piece of cake, hiding behind his textbook. "We'll be having a new student today," announced Mrs. Carubo. "She's a student from a far away village, so I expect all of you to welcome her warmly." She turned to the door and motioned for someone to come in. A girl with a small figure hurried into the class and took a spot next to the teacher. She glanced around the room nervously, taking a look at everyone individually Her eyes fell on me, revealing that she had two large, expensive emeralds for eyes. That's how notably beautiful they were. "Go ahead. Introduce yourself," Mrs. Carubo urged while nudging her. She looked even more nervous and turned pink. "M-my name is Raikami. Raikami Nadaku," she squeaked and bowed, her long, golden hair falling before her. 'She's c-cute,' I thought to myself while scanning her profile. Then I quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking at me look at her. Nope. Everyone else was too busy looking too to notice me. Well, everyone except Sora. He looked at me slyly while stuffing some more cake in his mouth. He knew all too well that I didn't look at anyone longer than five seconds unless I was glaring at them, sizing them up, or if it was a girl I liked. I was just about to deny him when the teacher yelled, "Sora Strife! What are you hiding behind that book?" Sora stopped in his tracks. "I'm not hiding anything behind the book, Mrs. Carubo! :3 " Sora replied innocently. Kairi laughed quietly at his misfortune. The teacher stalked over to Sora's desk with a flexible rod in her hands. Sora made himself small and hid behind his book he was using to hide his cake, which was mostly eaten, as she got closer. She snatched the book away from, probably expecting to see him reading some kind of dirty magazine, but instead, there was an almost finished plate of chocolate birthday cake. "Mr. Strife!" She started." How dare you eat cake in my classroom?! Chocolate too! Explain yourself!" "It's m-my birthday," he mumbled. The teacher scoffed. "What are you turning? Six?" she quipped with a smirk. I hated her. Sora looked down. "Sixteen, actually," he corrected with a hint of pride. "Well, you could have fooled me," she said bitterly. The class chuckled discreetly. She held out her hand, which Sora reluctantly gave. She proceeded to hit his wrist with the stick thing till it started looking painful. The Keybearer winced the whole way through. After Sora's 'beating' for eating cake on his birthday, the teacher turned to me. She disliked me almost as much as she liked to pick on Sora. "Mr. Valentine," she started, referring to me by my last name like she usually did, "I'll assign you to take care of the new girl." She smirked at me and returned to the front of the classroom. She knew I hated social relations, so she made me have to take care of the new girl. I was boiling, but I kept a calm face. The girl named Raikami made her way towards us. I glanced towards Sora and Kairi. Kairi was nursing Sora's injured hand by kissing it, like a mother kissing her child's boo boo. I removed my black and white bag from the seat next to me, (Sora called my 'man purse' -_-'), and the newb sat down discreetly. "Hey. I'm Riku Valentine. Student Body Vice-President," I started. "That's the President," I pointed over to Sora, "And Secretary," I finished, motioning towards Kairi. "Hello," greeted the red-head. "My name is Kairi Kisaragi." She then nudged Sora in the ribs, telling him to introduce himself. He gave her a glare and grunted. "I'm Sora. Sora Strife..."
What a great story! It was pretty funny, and well written, though there were a couple typos. I can't wait for the next part!
Chapter II Thanks, I try my best. Wait... Typos? The built in Spell Checker has been acting rather weird lately. This chapter isn't as funny as the last, by the way. Anyways, lets continue. ** I'll be updating this either once a day, or after someone posts. I don't like it if my chapter Auto Double-Post Merges it. Chapter II The Quiz and the Silent Strife (Pic by someone on DA who's name escapes me...) (Raikami's P.o.V) I looked at the group of three friends, scanning them closely. The oldest of the group was definitely the man with the silvery blue hair and the ocean green eyes. He had very elegant features, his face was a handsome shape, no facial hair, which was good. I hated facial hair. He had strong shoulders and a lean figure. He had a blank face, looking at me and waiting for my reply to their introduction. "T-thank you. My name is Raikami N-nadaku. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Valentine, Mr. Strife, and Miss Kisaragi." The spiky haired boy let out a laugh. He had a lightly tanned appearance, with medium milk chocolate colored hair and the most beautiful blue eyes ever birthed. He wore a short sleeved uniform shirt that showed his extremely thin arms. I was kinda surprised that a boy could get that thin for whatever reason. He didn't seem unhealthy or anything, but I thought it was odd. "Are you kidding?" he scoffed, shaking off the moody mood he had just less than a minute earlier. "Mr. Strife is my father! Just call me Sora, please." "Yeah, just call us by our first names!" Kairi encouraged. "I'm s-sorry," I squeaked, attempting to sound innocent. I made as deep of a bow I could while keeping my seat at my desk. Sora chuckled. "C'mon Rai, this isn't feudal times! Stop being so formal." The spiky haired kid gave me a grin. The girl of the group nodded. I smiled back. The entire time I was getting everything cleared up, the silver haired guy (Riku?) was staring boredly up at the board, watching every stroke the teacher made with the chalk. He had his cheek in his left palm, which implied that he was right handed. Interesting. I wondered why he wasn't entering the mini conversation. Maybe he didn't like me. Who could tell what he was thinking? His hair covered his eyes for the most part, and the eyes are a window to the soul, which could tell you everything. Maybe that's why he let his hair grow over his eyes; so he would remain an enigma. He started twirling his pencil in his finger. It was a silver and black mechanical pencil that took .05 lead. He then reached under his desk and pulled out a black and white notebook. I wondered why, but then the cruel teacher gave me the answer. "Finish these ten problems in five minutes," she said in a bitter tone. "Write the answers on a separate sheet of paper and raise your hand when you're finished. You know the drill. The record is two minutes and five seconds, set by our 'ambitious' Mr. Valentine. Start." She walked away from the front of the board and then looked back towards me. "You are expected to to complete these problems too, Miss Nadaku." I glared at the back of her head for a moment when she turned around, but then scrambled for a piece of paper. I thought that I was fairly good at math, and the problems looked simple enough. I liked math anyway. I happily sped through the selection, even though I had been absent the entire school year so far. It was about a minute or two before I finished, and I promptly raised my hand, signaling that I was finished. I thought that I was the first one, but I soon realized that Riku's hand was also in the air. We had finished at the same time. I was embarrassed that my hand was in the air with his. I felt heat rise to my face. Again. I thought about putting my hand down, but he turned for a brief moment and looked at me. Maybe it was a glare. I don't know, I couldn't read his expression! But I know that it made me want to disappear... "We have a tie today. Astonishing," the teacher raved with sarcasm. "Too bad no one was able to to completely knock the 'prodigy' Mr. Valentine off of his worn out throne. You two broke the old record by twelve seconds. Impressive." I wonder why she kept using adjectives to describe the blue haired teenager. Mrs. Carubo quickly strode over to our desks in the back of the room and snatched up our papers, giving a nasty smirk at Riku before she returned to her desk. I glanced at Riku once more, only to feel a blast of negative energy coming from him. Was he angry at me? Or was it the teacher? I turned away and looked straight forward, feeling paralyzed by his silent anger. He was unobtrusively very terrifying, but unbelievably cool a the same time. It was a weird feeling. Eventually, everyone raised their hands and gave in their papers. Everyone but Sora. He has a frustrated look on his face. "Time's up," Mrs. Carubo blared. "Once again, Mr. Strife, you are unable to complete your classwork." She motioned for him to come to the front of the class. It looked like he had been through this before. The teacher held the wannabe whip stick in her hands anticipatively. Sora stood up reluctantly and made his way to the front. He held out his wrist like he did earlier when he had been eating cake. Even from the back of the room, I could see dark scars on his arm, and redness. She raised her wand and smacked it. Hard. Sora winced every time it hit. I winced every time it hit. The class winced every time it hit. Everyone except Riku. If looks could kill, we'd all be alive and well. But if auras could kill, everyone in a hundred mile radius would be pushing daisies. He looked unbelievably tense, as if his hands would break the desk he was holding in half. It looked as if he wanted to take action. Physical action. Mrs. Carubo delivered whack after painful whack to his thin wrist, which looked like it was on the verge of bleeding. Sora had his eyes closed, taking his pain like a teenager. The demon teacher had a satisfied, but blood-lusting look on her face. How could anyone be so cruel? 'Humans are mean, hateful, and deceitful!' said a distant thought in my mind. It gave me a headache, but then the classroom door busted open. A woman with brown hair, tied up in a long, lovely braid tied with a pink bow and currently furious green eyes practically knocked down the door. Her eyes looked on the verge of leaking large amounts of water, her pink and dark red dress flapping angrily with her on her flight towards the demon teacher, who had dropped her whipping stick. A man with gravity defying, spiky blond hair, unique pale blue eyes, black clothes, and video camera followed closely behind the fuming woman. The man also looked angry, but not to the dangerous level the beautiful woman had. When she reached the shocked teacher, she raised her hand high and slapped her. You could hear it ring. The class ooed. I ooed. Even Riku ooed. Most of his tension had melted away within the five seconds it took for the woman to come in and take care of business. On to the next chapter. This one is very interesting, and sets the ambiance and setting (changed character history wise) of the story. Alot of you FF fans might like this. Or not. I don't think I wrote some of the characters right. I'm not necessarily a Final Fantasy guru, so forgive me. ** Eww.... It automerged doublepost-ed it... Someone please post so I can separate this. Chapter III Parents and the 'Back in the Day' Blues (Pic by Semokan on DeviantArt) "Miss Gainsborough?!" Mrs. Carubo yelled in red anger. "How dare you sl-" "Shut up," the blond haired man interrupted harshly. By the look of them, they were Sora's parents. It was apparent where he got his looks. Sora was grinning with surprise. His father gave him an apologetic smile and then put his game face back on. Then the Mrs. picked it up from there. "How dare you abuse my son like this!?" she said in furious tone, trying to keep her voice down. "Miss Gainsborough, I-" "That's Mrs. Strife to you!" she seethed. Mrs. Carubo cringed, then chuckled. "How ironic. Two of my best students got busy and made my worst behaved student since Zack Fair," she sighed. Mr. Strife gave her a resentful glare. "Anyways, they would never fire me! I have my doctor's in math and teaching." The brown haired woman put her hands on her hips and smiled. She motioned to her husband to do something. He nodded and showed her the screen of the video camera he was holding and played it. She gasped and reached for the camera. Mr. Strife raised it into the air and away from her grasping fingers. "You- You'll pay for this!" she yelled in fury. Mrs. Strife laughed sincerely. You'll probably be paying when you get fined and jailed for child abuse." The furious and red teacher let a frustrated scream escape her lips, and the stormed out of the classroom. Alot of the students gave little woots and were whispering excitedly about the idea of a new teacher. Riku was grinning, really, he was. Then he actually laughed. It wasn't like "OMG ROFLMAO, PWN'D!". It was a laugh of relief. "You were great, mom," Sora beamed, looking up to his mother. "You too dad." Mrs. Strife made her way over to Sora and gave him a hug that was obviously full of love. "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you..." she said quietly. Sora patted her on the back, not really sure what to do, but tried to comfort her. "There, there mom, I'm alright. It's just a scratch," he cajoled unnefectively. She instead turned to her husband and cried into his shoulder. "Cloud," she cried, "Sora doesn't need us anymore. He's even old enough to move out now..." She sobed silently into his shoulder like there was no tomorrow. Cloud looked distressed, and shot a glance at Sora, who simply shrugged. "Uh... There, there, Aerith," he mumbled while patting her on the back, identical to what Sora had just done. "Sora's not going to move out. Right?" Cloud gave Sora a stern look over his wife's shoulder. "Er... yeah!" Sora said hesitantly at first. "Yeah! I'm not going to move out any time soon, like Riku! I promise." Aerith stopped crying on Cloud and stood up straight, looking alot more confident. "I don't know what's happened to me. I mean, I saw you injured and it all went down from there. I'm sorry." "It's not your fault that you're an amazing, protective mother," Mr. Strife said soothingly. "You take this tape to the principle and get that woman fired. O.K.?" He handed the video camera to her and pushed her towards the door. Riku and Kairi got up from their desks and made their way over to Sora. I followed Riku. (Sora's P.o.V.) Kairi appeared out of nowhere and glomped me. I hugged her back and spun her around and into Riku. Her caught her by the shoulders and placed her stably next to me. He then put his arm around my neck and pulled me into a nougie. "No more abusive teacher, Sora!" he laughed. "If your mother haddn't come in here and owned her, I would have myself!" He seemed really happy. I wondered what he would have done to 'own' her. I finally struggled away from is super grip and rubbed my slightly swore head. He smiled. My dad looked unemotionally at him. "How are your older brothers doing, Riku?" he asked, with a slight hint of amusement. Riku rolled his eyes discreetly. Dad always asked him the same question when he saw him. "They're doing good," he sighed. "Kadaj is engaged. Loz and Yazoo are O.K. too, I guess. Father and Sephiroth are up in the Mountains doing some kind of research..." Dad always disliked Riku's older brother Sephiroth. His brothers Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo too. I wondered how he felt about Riku. He definitely had some similarities to his brothers, but he wasn't cruel like them, and had blue silver hair, not gray silver hair, and his eyes were more blue than green. They still looked like siblings though, and Riku was the youngest of five. They all use to live in their mansion by the sea, but Riku moved out by himself as soon as he was old enough. I've been the to the mansion millions of times. It looked like a freaken haunted house! Well, kinda. It was well groomed and polished, but it felt as if ghosts lived there. What was most scary was that his younger older brothers would come out of nowhere and 'attack' or scare us. It must have been hard growing up in a house like that; always on alert. Last time I was there, we had no trouble from the troublesome threesome. But when I was alot younger, one time, I got kidnapped and tied up by them, and Riku had to come save me. It was terrifying. They told him that they would hurt me for every minute it took him to find me. It took him thirty minutes. I had a million cuts and bruises all over my body, but I didn't want Riku to see me cry. When he found me, he was crying himself. He apologized like he had almost killed someone, and promised that, "I will never let anyone hurt you like that ever again." Then, we got the hell out of there and went to my house. He guarded me like gold all the way there. My mom wasn't at home, and my dad was asleep in the back yard. He woke up the moment we entered the area. He was furious about what happened to me. He got up and went to Riku's house; with his sword. I explained to him on the way that it wasn't Riku's fault at all, but the fraternal triplets that were his brothers. Wen we entered the house, sitting on a chair facing the main entrance doorway, was Sephiroth. He was terrifying. And tall. And he had a very long sword on his hilt. I felt Riku tense up next to me at the sight of him. Dad did too. Slightly. He stood up and made his way towards us, giving a 'loving' gaze to his little brother Riku. "Dear Riku," he said, placing a thin hand on the kid's head, "Father wishes for you to see him. It's about your friend, and your brothers are there with him. Go immediately." "Yes sir," Riku said obediently while bowing. He left quickly and disappeared deep inside the house. Sephiroth then turned to me. "I was asked to formally apologized on behalf of the Valentine House," he stated. "I am very sorry." He placed one hand across his chest and one behind his back and did a slight semi-reluctant bow. When he was at this lowest point of the bow, he gave me a glare full of spite. I was paralyzed in wide-eyed fear. He then smirked at me and returned to his normal tallness. He smiled at my father, who was giving Sephiroth his own glare. "What a cute kid," he said practically. "He looks just like Aerith. You should be proud." "Thanks," he replied quietly. "His name is quietly." Sephiroth chuckled. "Sora. What an interesting choice. He gets the lovely Aerith's looks and your name. I see your family has a sky theme." "Where are you going with this?" my dad asked sternly. "No where. I was just making conversation," he said innocently, shrugging. Dad took my hand and headed for the door. Now looking back on that day, I finally realize how much Riku looks like his brother. Especially the shape of his face and eyes. He learned how to glare like him too. I'm guessing he really got his looks from his father, but I'm never seen him, so I don't know. "Is Neku going to celebrate his birthday today too?" I asked out of curiosity. Neku was my twin brother... Even though he seemed to hate the fact tha the was.
