yes, i know, this is a very long one-shot and I am sorry for it... pleaser review after reading it.. and please look at my 'Cutting Dry' story and review because I only have 2 reviews and it sucks. blah-ah.

For The Sake of Me.

NAMINE (IMPLIED NAMINE X RIKU)

Namine sat at her table, sketching. It was art class, so she felt right in place. She looked across the room, as the silver haired boy in front of her scribbled. He picked up his eraser beside him, erasing what may have been on his paper. When content with his work, he flung the scraps across the room. The brunette friend of his sat there, laughing at the reaction of his girlfriend.

"Kairi, it's just eraser scraps, they won't kill you!"

"But, they're in my hair! I hate it when this happens!" she flipped her hair and bent over, trying to swat them out. Once satisfied, she sat back up straight.

"Your hair looks worse then it was before," said the silver haired boy. Kairi gave him a sneer and tried to smooth out the tangles she created.

"Hey, Riku, it is art class, let her express herself." said his friend.

"Aha, Sora, very funny. You think your clever, don't you? Well, you'll find out how clever you are when you sit alone at the movies."

"I'll just shut-up now."

"Way to give in, " Riku sighed. Ever since Sora and Kairi decided to go out, Sora acted different. The old pranks they did together lost their fun, even their purpose.

"Say, are you going to come with us later? I mean, it's rated PG-13, so yeah. No biggie." asked the cherry-haired girl.

"I don't have a date. What fun would that be, right?" he frowned, "besides, I don't want to see you guys play kissy face. It's somewhat distracting."

"Why don't you ask Namine? You think we haven't noticed the looks you've been giving her?"

"Uh, well, you see,"

"Mhm, mhm. Well, you can sit home alone tonight and reminise on how you didn't ask your crush to a movie. Your loss." smirked Sora. Riku sighed and got up. He wiggled his eyebrows up and down at Sora, then made his way over the the pale, blonde girl.

"Hey, Namine," he smirked. Namine looked up from her sketch pad and smiled,

"Oh, hi," she looked away from Riku for a second and then back. She never liked someone as much as this, in fact, she liked Riku for a year now. His smile is what got her most, and his eyes. She couldn't help but peer across the room everyone once and awhile just to stare.

"So, are you busy later? I mean, tonight later..." he started to stammer and then finished, "I just wanted to know is you would like to go to the movies with me."

Namine kind of just sat there in silence. She was thinking of many things, not things she would like to share. She winced a little bit and then nodded,

"What time?"

"Seven-ish."

Alright, I'll come and meet you at your house."

Truth be told, she'd have no choice but to meet Riku at his house. She never told anyone where she lived. Everytime she went off the bus, she would wait until it was out of sight, and continue her way down the sidewalk.

Namine had many secrets she would rather not share. It was mainly a family issue. Ever since she was little, her father was diagnosed with a rather sever disease. It wasn't cancer or anything, more like the state of mind and addiction he had.

Drugs?

No.

It was alchohol. Everynight he would stumble through the front door, a paper bag in hand that contained a bottle of scotch. He would drink it straight. Namine just wish he could walk as straight as much as he drank from that bottle.

Eveynight, she would have to help him upstairs. She would help him get up on his bed, and set a little cup of Tylenol on his bedside table. Sometimes she was afraid of him, because when he was really intoxicated he would slap her, striking her violently with his hand. He would leave bruises, ones quite visible against her pale skin.

The afternoon had swept past quickly, leaving Namine dazed as the clock stuck 6:45. She wasn't going to bother putting on any special clothes. She wasn't going to bother putting her hair up and applying make-up to her tainted face.

She just... wasn't going to bother.

Her shoes delicately slipped on her feet as she made her way across the crosswalk. Riku didn't live that far away at all. She was slightly happy, not having to walk all the way across town. The wind pushed it's way past her hair, whipping it against her eyes. She closed them as dirt got caught in the bluster and made it's way up into the air.

When approaching the door of the silver-haired boy, she remembered that she had to be home before 10:00. Her father wouldn't be home then, he would be at the bar. She just wanted to get ready, mentally prepare herself.

The movie theater reaked of stale popcorn. It was a rather cheap theater, to be blunt. It had cobwebs in most corners, and dust would strike up into the air when you would sit in the old chairs. They movie was barely even that long, and before Namine knew it, it was over.

She never talked to Riku the whole time. She kept her eyes focused ahead, not once turning them towards him. He tried to speak to her, but everytime he opened his motuh and tooth in a breath, he just shut it and slumped back down. She was slightly amused at his attempts, though.

"Do you need a ride home?"

"I can walk."

"It's dark."

Riku held open his car door, his foot on the ground, as if it was the vehicles kickstand. Namine shrugged and gave into his offer after the look on his face turned into a rather charming smile. She sat in the passenger seat, as he nodded and turned the keys that were jammed into the ignition.

He had no working stereo, so the car ride was rather silent. When half-way to her house, thee was a red-light that struck up some convorsation,

"So, Namine, what's your family like?"

"I really can't say."

"Comon,"

She sighed, "My mother died when I was six. Drug over dose. It wasn't like, pot or anything... but she commited suicide. All she did was tilt her hed back, open up a bottle filled with 20 Advil and swallow all of them. My dad turned depressed after that. He went into the bar and got addicted to alcohol."

"I never knew..."

Namine was opening up to this boy. She never expected for the words to come out, but she just kept talking, about the abuse, the late nights getting her father into bed...

And then the second stop light came again. When it turned green, Riku pushed the acceleration, but soon halted... by force.

Someone had ran the light and Riku ran head on into them. The two teens weren't injured, but by guess, the other driver was.

Ambulence sirens blared.

"Who was it?" asked the young girl.

"We're not sure. We found no ID... all we knew is he was defintely under the influence."

Namine's lip quivered. The risk of it being her father was too great. She refused to look at the car, in denial. Riku came up to her and wrapped his arms around her. She felt emotionally cold. Emotionally scarred...

"Is he still alive?" she asked. Slight hope shined in her eyes.

"Yes. He's been taken to the ER."

"Take me there."

Riku sighed and nodded. Luckily, it wasn't a school night. He wasn't sure exactly how to drive there, seeing as how his car wasn't safe to be on the road. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, though, and dialed the number of the brunette friend.

"Sure, I'll be there soon."

Dialtone.

Sora picked them up, asking questions of why they were so interested in going to see the man in the hospital. He was worried for Namine. He could sense her sadness and guilt. He decided maybe asking questions wasn't such a good idea and decided to turn on the radio so the awkward silence wasn't as awkward.

Untitled by Simple Plan bursted through the speakers. Namine started to sqeak as tears rolled down her cheeks. Maybe the radio was a bad idea, too.

Checked in, tears streaming down her face, Namine sits and waits for entrance to see the man. Her cell rings and she frantically turns it off.

The nurse walks out and addresses Namine. Riku asks if he could go in but the nurse refuses his entry to see the patient.

"He only asked to see the girl."

"So he's okay then?"

"No, he just woke up, but we're afraid there's not much we can do. He has very little time left."

Namine's eyes welled up with tears. She practically ran to the room where the man was. She had a pretty good idea that it was infact her father. As she plunked down in the chair it was confirmed.

"I'm... s-so...s-sorry." her father tried to get the words out.

The girl had nothing to say.

All those years, he had put her through torture. He said sorry, but it didn't even phase her. She was so angry at him, so ashamed at what she lived with, what she lived through, that she just turned her head and put her hand up. The blipping was becoming slightly annoying, as she watched the waves of green spike and drop...

Then the stopped moving upwards and flowed across the screen smoothly, Namine's tears almost flowed down her cheeks a smooth...

She never said good bye. It was all over. Where would she go? She didn't want ot leave her friends. She refused it...

Why did he have to do what he did?

Anger,

Temper, Temper,

Anger...

Hate?

Never.

but she was just so...

Angry!

Her father was someone she used to look up to.

He ruined her life,
her fun,
her sanity,

her happiness.

And now she was so lonely, with no where to go but

away.