Summery: Sora, a 16 year old with endless energy, takes a job for the first time. The only problem is poor Sora is innocent and Cute. His Co-workers are Gay and horny. What's a boy to do in a gays world? Simple. Fall in love with your best friend.
AN: Hey, okay so this is, my very 1st KH story. Hopefully full of sarcastic comments, humor, and la-di-dah. To your liking XD. Basically, this fic is just an excuse for me to get some angst in and show off my writing skills, if that makes any sense. I also swore I'd never write a 'Punk/Prep' falling in love fic, but look where I am; However, I had to, because the idea was too good to resist.
Okay so the pairings are Sora/Riku, Leon/Cloud. Many more characters to come, but none without meaning! XD. Enjoy it, love it, worship it. Please leave comments. If I get good feedback, I'll continue. If not, I'll take this down, I guess?
Disclaimer: Hah! I laugh at you…if I owned KH I would make Riku, Sora, Cloud, and Leon do dirty things together in a kinky sex shop…oh wait. I can make them do it…and the kinky sex shop? In my story! Yay!
"The Problem…Yes…Problem…What was the problem? Hmmm…Oh right love…
The problem with love is…Awww who am I kidding I'm no poet." –Sora Harada
Chapter 1: Part one:Stinky head Cloud
SORA'S POV
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"Oh Sora…I guarantee we'll find you a job. It shouldn't take that long."
I roll my eyes at him and turn back to staring out the passenger side window. I swear I've seen that exact same tree three times already…I grin devilishly as I picture that stupid tree burning. But then again, if the tree burned down where would all the bunnies live? They wouldn't have any home…a tree home at least. It would be fun to live in a tree…I guess. Not that I have any intentions of moving into a tree, it's just that……neverind.
Glancing down I smile at the king-sized Butterfingers resting comfortably in my lap; Its wrapper slightly pealed and a huge chunk missing. Bits and pieces of it, crumbs, are scattered on my lap…Mmmm sugar. Sugar is my friend. Damn you sugar! That's what's wrong with me…I know Cloud never should have given me sugar in the first place I'm to hyper! You'd think he'd know better than to…oh wait…I was the one who whined and complained about it until I'd gotten it…I smiled evilly…Heh…It serves him right, making me so bored and all.
Stupid Cloud and his stupid boredom-ness. Sometimes he just seems to suck all the fun out of things. Evil…stupid…boring…life sucking Cloud…What a Stinky head……Wait…What?
"So why won't you tell me where we're going?" I ask turning to gaze up at my elder brother, Cloud Harada.
"I already told you…it's a surprise." He said straining his voice.
Cloud was never one to spring surprises on anyone, especially me his oh so loving brother, so when he'd said it was supposed to be a surprise, I didn't quite know, or rather didn't care, why he would want to start showering me with surprises. It isn't my birthday is it? No I'm pretty sure it isn't.
Two weeks to go till that...finally...
…Seventeen.
Most people would give up trying to help their younger brother find a job after having been told countless times that said younger brother didn't meet their criteria…and heavens do I ever not meet their criteria! I haven't worked a day in my pathetically boring life, that's partly why Cloud is calling this next job interview his last hope, something about he knows they'll hire me. Any ways, it's the friggin weekend! If anything exciting were to happen, in my aforementioned life, it would be on the weekend!
You would think that our mother would respect that, but then that's just like me to say I'd want to waist half my weekend trying to find a job? Certainly not. Mom's the reason I'm job-hunting in the first place…something about how I need to learn responsibility. She's shoving it down my throat too, it's not 'Sora dear can you please go see if you can find a job', its 'Sora get a friggin job.' Forget Cloud being a Stinky head…my mom is the mother of all Stinky heads. Heh…that's funny…get it? Cloud. Stinky head. And Mom's his mom so she's the mother of Stinky heads…you get it? No? Damn.
Glancing down at my watch, I count the hours I've already spent looking for a job. Yes, that's right, hours. Not minutes, not seconds…hours. It's horrible. Horrible I say! It's like some quack Children's show…the kind with singing ducks and laughing bumblebees. I shudder at the thought.
Sighing, I count off the antagonizing hours slowly. I start to pout after I get to 5 and a half. Isn't that lovely? I'll have to remember to tell Cloud to call the coroner to come and pronounce me dead when I die of boredom. That's a great Idea. I turn to tell Cloud my great idea but stop as he turns to me ready to speak.
"Where we're going you might want to put on my black hoodie. It's safety reasons only Sora. These people don't know you yet, they might jump you if you walk in there looking like you do."
At this I look down at my clothes…I can't help it if the only thing mom buys me are kakis and bloody golfer T's…I think it was dress code at my school...Hell if I know, I wear it every day...of course now that I've graduated early I could probably do with a change in attire. At least Cloud let me borrow some of his blue jeans. His skater fag blue jeans. You know the really, really tight kind that show off your ass real fine? Yep. They're as uncomfortable as a cactus. I guess they don't match the golfer shirt I'm wearing so…
"Well. Put it on." He motions to the backseat where his oh so beloved Korn hoodie lies. God have mercy! I absolutely adore Clouds style of Clothing. He's so Punk! I take it back. Cloud's not a stinky head. He's so cool. No he's better than cool, he's awesome! And he's all mine.
Leon kinda sorta owns him to I guess. They kinda sorta…um…I blush just thinking about it. I guess it would be easier to describe their past rather than their uh…well you see Cloud is gay, a Homo, Fag…Skater fag. You get the picture, and Leon is his er…Lover. The only way to describe Leon is with one word. Leather. Leather everything, hell you wouldn't find Leon wearing anything but leather. Whether it be fully clothed in leather or just a leather chocker or bracelet thing. I don't see how he can stand it. Leather is so frickin' squeaky! I hate its perpetual squeakiness. If it wasn't for the sound I'd wear it, but it's just to annoying for my poor mind.
I look over at Cloud.
Not many people know he's gay. Just me and his close friends. Like Vincent or Reno…Hell Mom and Dad don't even know he's gay. Cloud generates straight guy vibes…god knows how he met Leon. And his friends… Vincent's straight guy radar must have been off because, as far as I can tell, his ass is as straight as a ruler. But Reno…he's Bi, which is kinda cool I guess. He hits on Vincent a lot...that's kinda interesting.
I think you should pick a gender and stick with it! It's not like it's that hard to choose! Do you enjoy Fucking Asses or Vaginas? Me personally? I'll never tell, it's like the time when…Wait…did Cloud just say that they might jump me when I go in the place (A/N See clouds dialogue if confused)…Holy…
"Cloud?" I grip the seat as my eyes widen.
"What is it now Sora?" He sounds kinda annoyed…I wonder who annoyed him?
"They're gonna jump me!"
Cloud slams on the brakes, causing me to fly forward, and looks at me in a quizzical tone of voice…or is it a quizzical look in the tone that is a voice in…right…Cloud looks at me.
"What?" He asks.
"You said that they'd jump me because they don't know me yet because of how I look."
Cloud's eyes widen and he starts to chuckle. It's not very funny what ever he's chuckling about. Nothing is funny when it comes to my safety. Nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
"Hey! It's not funny. It's just a question." I pout and cross my arms.
"Y-you do realize that I said that over four minutes ago right?"
Yea you big dufus I do I…wait…Four Minutes ago…Oh. In that case… "So? I don't want to die Cloud. Where are we going…"
He shakes his head and closes his eyes, a smile still on his lips. "You'll see Sora. And don't worry. I'll take care of you. They know me…and kinda know you. It's just the customers I'm worried about. The people you'll be working with are great."
Twisting around in my seat I grab the Hoodie and turn back around to the front. Burring my hands inside I try to find the sleeves. Both hands go through and I lift it over my head. Damn who knew it took so long to describe the process of putting on clothes. Anyway, it goes over my head. As I pull down it…gets stuck.
I blink in surprise at first. What. The. Fuck?
I tug again. Nothing. "Cloud." I mumble through the fabric. "I think my hair is stuck."
"Oh God Sora…Can't you do anything by yourself?"
"No. Not really." I say in defeat. The truth is I really can do things by myself, but it's not like Im about to let Cloud know my weakness. He may be a good brother, but he's still my brother…My Stinky head Cloud…I'd be damned if Im going to let him know my weakness.
I can hear him sigh again. "Hold on…we're here…let me park the car." I can feel the car suddenly go in reverse.
We're here? Fuck this. I need to see where we are now! Fifteen minutes in a car takes its toll as I wrestle with the hoodie. Come on you dumb fuck! Come on! I pull this way and that. Ow!
"Cloud…" I pause. "I don't think, I know my hair is stuck…please hurry. It really, really hurts."
"Oh Sora. Come on it's not that bad quit complaining."
"How would you like your hair to pulled out?" I can feel my bottom lip extend as I say this.
I was met with silence. Cloud was probably fantasizing the horrors his perfect hair could be subjected to, for the next thing I know he gently tugs my hair loose. I close my eyes as he pulls the fabric down around my thin creamy neck. I look up and see his face. His smiling, all knowing face. Blue meets blue and I am content.
"Better?" He asks me.
I nod.
"Good. Now come one we're here."
I turn to see where here is.
No…not here…anywhere but here! Kami help me I think I'm going to faint. What in the name of everything sacred is going on? Burning buildings torture destruction. Good God all mighty take me now lord take me now! I don't want to live! I feel like everything good in me has died. I feel withered and destroyed. Must stop looking...my brains being nullified. Argh! It hurts!
I shut my eyes to try and block out the oh so horrible sight. Anything having to do with a job is evil. Evil I say. EVIL!
Hey wait. Isn't that…yea it is. Heh. It's not that bad. I can survive this. I think.
Besides I think the Sugar is starting to wear off. That's good right?
WRONG!
I slowly open my eyes to look down at my lap. Picking up my Butterfingers bar I eat the last of it. Hell, now I'm ready for anything……………………I hope.
"I think we're all too busy. No one really stops to think…
That's 'The problem'. And I'm sure I'm not the only one that notices." –Riku Kitara
Chapter 1: Part 2:Good Morning Orange
RIKU'S POV
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"Oranges."
Oranges? Why would I say Oranges you ask? Simple. Ever heard of Orange Juice? Ah. Now we're getting somewhere. Now…put that together with the word breakfast. That's right an Orange for Breakfast.
I stare up at my ceiling. It's an ugly off white color. If there were a name for that color I'd name it Toilet. You know how toilets have that weird orangey, yellowy, whiteish color scheme going on? Well that's kind of what it looks like. So yea.
I yawn and sit up fully intending to get out of bed in a civilized fashion. But did I ever say I'm civilized? Nope. I fall to the floor in a heap of blankets…back to the oranges.
Ok…So it's not the most interesting thing in the world. Right? I say so what? I have to eat something don't I?
It's not like I can afford anything other than the Oranges I steal off of my neighbor's tree. Sure I probably could afford generic brands or something, but hey, if you're gonna eat Lucky Charms you might as well eat lucky Charms not Captain Lucky Kangaroos.
My boss is to blame. Fucker doesn't pay me enough to afford anything other than generic…Generic Toast. Generic jelly. Generic Toilet Paper. You get the point right?
Anyway, he doesn't give me my full paycheck like normal people. Dumb-ass. Nope, he pays me in store merchandise. Half my paycheck goes to store merchandise!
Fucker.
You'd think he'd just be happy giving me my Two Fifty a week right? I mean I do have to pay rent to, right? Ah well, I can't complain. I like Hot Topic. I really do. Honest. I'm not lying.
Damn it all.
I guess it pays off. Come to think of it I do manage ok. It's not like my fridge isn't full…Yea, full of shit I probably don't need…Jell-O, Potato chips (yes I do put them in my fridge people), Candy out the yin-yang (from Halloween…fuckin old people still think Im a kid…sucks for them XD), and of course mans best friend…beer. Lots, and lots of it. I do manage to save a little extra money from time to time to buy whatever the hell I want.
Leon, my boss, lets us calmly walk around the store (translation RUN!) and pick out things we like…I think he takes like 75 bucks of our weekly paycheck…so I get like two-hundred something, which, when you think about it, isn't all that bad.
Rent here isn't that much so I'm in good shape, as long as I can pay for it. The only way I couldn't pay was if I lost my job…Speaking of which…Oh shit!
My eyes widen and I look up to the clock on my night stand (remember…Im still on the floor). It reads 8:45. I have to be to work at 9. I'm sooo screwed.
Jumping up I run for the shower and get in.
I hate mornings…I'm definitely not a morning person…nope I'm a night owl. Have been for the past few years. When ever I moved out of home that is. I love the night it's so…so…dark? No definitely not the right word. It's hard to explain it; I guess I like the feeling of the unknown…the night sure has plenty of that to go around.
Damn I think I'm rambling again.
Before I was any later for work, I turned the shower knob all the way left so that the water was only dripping (Mental note: remember to fix that). Flinging open the curtain I lunged out grabbing for the towel.
My hand seemed to get closer and closer…but then I took a horrible turn for the worst. My hand groped at the air as I felt weightless. Eyes widened…mouth opened. A girly scream emitted from my manly throat. Crap…I was falling.
"Ompf!" My poor nose came in contact with the cold hard floor. I screamed in agony as I rolled over and clutched the throbbing thing.
Some day in the future I'm going to look back on that moment and laugh. I hope. What's not funny about that anyway? I lay there with my knees draped over the side of the tub, feet inside butt on the ground outside. Rolling back and forth clutching my face. Funny, no?
"Shit man. I think I'm bleeding." I say to no one in particular. Standing up I make my way over to the medicine cabinet to look in the mirror. I sigh in relief, as there is no blood, thank god, and finish getting dressed.
I smile at my choice of clothes. Black leather pants and a tight dark blue muscle shirt. A few chains with silver crosses dangling rested on my belt loop, and matching silver cross earrings hung from my earlobe…Why they are pierced…You really don't want to know.
Brushing my silver hair out I reach for a rubber band to tie it back with so it rests at the nape of my neck…and I'm good to go! The only thing I'm missing are my……boots?
Opening the bathroom door, I scan my living room in search for the incredible disappearing one-man show, that is my boots.
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I know, I know…I HAVE NO LIFE!
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