Sora Sora

Chapter Three

After hours more, school had ended and I was hanging out on the steps to the front of the school when Becka approached me.  I glanced at her to see she still had lines of mascara running down her cheeks.  She sat down next to me as I continued to mess with the mic that rested around my head.  “Have you come to rechallange me?”  I asked her and she shook her head.

“How did you know so much about me?”  She asked me.

“I have a vast intelligence Becka, I see, hear, and speak things you’ve never even seen or heard of,” I answered her and she frowned.

“You seem a lot smarter up close,” Becka frowned.

“Thank you,” I sighed as I fixed my mic and began to tap on it gently as Becka stared at me.

“Hey, have you ever heard of Sora Sora?”  Becka asked me as I tapped on my mic a few more times then glanced at her.

“Heard of him.  Is he some guy I’ve never seen?”  I asked her and she looked down.

“No, nobody knows what he looks like.  He is this guy who has this radio station he sends out on air.  He like knows everything about anyone.  He can like answer any kind of given question accurately.  His voice sounds really hot too,” Becka sighed.  “One of my friends asked him a question the other day for me and sadly he just didn’t want to accept her,” Becka sighed.  “I think he’s creative but I don’t think I’d want to really know who he is.  It might put me in a lot of danger,” Becka muttered sadly as if that was the last thing she needed.

“I don’t think Sora Sora will always be secret Becka.  I’m sure one day he’ll get caught and pay the price for being the aid of justice,” I sighed as I stood up and lifted up my bag.  “Is he fun to listen to?”  I asked her.

“Yeah, he gets all kinds of weird calls and he always answers them, well, when his identity isn’t at risk,” Becka answered me and I held back a smirk.

“Cool, I’ll see if I can catch his station sometime and check it out.  By the way about earlier.  I really didn’t mean to make you cry you just really pissed me off and I can get carried away when I’m pissed.  I’m sorry, I just have this mood disorder and I’m very bipolar, well most of the time.  I just have those good and bad moments all the time,” I said as I lifted my bag to my left shoulder and turned my back to her knowing she was now blushing as if realizing she’d grown a deep crush on me.  I pulled out my headphones and pulled them over my ears as I loosened my gloomy frown and smirked in a sense of feeling noticed.  I bit down on my snakebites as I thought about what to say as I fixed the mic on my ear and thought long and heard.  I pressed a small button on the mic and tapped it three times before speaking.  I looked back to be sure I was far away from Becka then smirked.  “Sora Sora is back on and ready to chat some more.  I had a decent day today but it was filled with many disappointments.  Sora Sora is now open for calls and is ready to answer any questions,” I said as I played music in one ear while I listened to my broadcast in the other.

“Sora Sora, this is Becka Barnheart,” said Becka after I accepted a call.

“And what is your question?”  I asked her.

“How many times does it take to be called a bitch by a boy until you realize you like them?”  She asked me and I paused for a moment.

“Well, I’ll answer that as best I can after all I am a guy not a girl if you know what I mean.  Well Becka, just because a man calls you a bitch doesn’t always mean he likes you,” I said to her.

“I know but I was just wondering.  I’m realizing feelings I’ve never had all of a sudden after having a minor fight with this boy who has a reputation of being damn freaky.  I think I actually have a girl crush on him,” Becka said and I nearly scoffed in my fist.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve found those inner emotions but I don’t think he’s right for you.  You don’t like boys who look like they would tare open your chest and eat your heart,” I muttered then Becka became silent.

“You’re right Sora Sora, I don’t want a man who will shatter what’s left of my wilted heart,” Becka sighed sadly.  “Sora Sora, what kind of a man are you?”  Becka asked me and I grew cold at the question.

“Oh no, look at that, your time is,” I began to say to her.

“No, just answer my question!”  She begged me and I looked down as I continued my walk home.

“Whatever love I had is long gone.  I’ve lost my sight for such a thing a long time ago.  I’ve never had a girl by my side and yet I feel like my heart has already been torn from my chest.  A man like me has no room for such things anymore.  My knowledge is the price to pay and no good soul deserves what I would do to their future,” I answered her as I closed my eyes and wanted to melt away into my music.

“You must feel something still Sora Sora, if you can say something like that then you still have a little light of hope left in your damp dark heart,” Becka said to me and I sighed.

“You’re getting too much into my personal area.  I have to let you go, I have other callers waiting to ask questions,” I muttered as I ended her call and excepted another one.  “Sora Sora here,” I spoke.

“Hey, this is Ellabell again.  I wanted to bring up that subject we left off on last time we talked,” she muttered in the phone as if desperate to know a direct answer.

“I really don’t think you should bug me about a little question like that.  I won’t go out of my way to date a desperate girl,” I growled as I canceled her call.

Another call quickly followed and I answered it.  “Sora Sora here,” I said as I began to mess with the mic.

“Sora, this is Maka,” Maka said and I frowned.

“Maka?”  I asked her.

“Yeah, I have a question for you,” Maka said as if a little sad.

“Ask away,” I said to her and she sighed.

“Where you ever a new kid?”  She asked me and I glanced up at the sky.

“Yes, many times,” I answered her and she sighed.

“Was it ever nice to be new?”  She asked me.

“No,” I replied and she grew quiet.  “I was always different and I stick out like a sore thumb.  I’m an odd person and proud to be,” I said as she continued to be quiet.

“Have we ever met before?”  She asked me and I frowned wondering if I should answer her directly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t answer that question directly.  It ties to my personal life.  I would tell you but my life as well as the life of others would be put to risk,” I sighed as I looked down at my feet.

“Sora Sora, is it easy being as smart as you?”  Maka asked me.

“No,” I answered sadly.  “Being me is a risk to those I know.  I’d hate to see anything bad to happen but you see, these bad people just don’t understand me,” I muttered.  “I’m sorry Maka but your chatting time is up,” I sighed as I canceled her call.  I fixed the mic once more and sighed as I looked down then stopped when a crow squawked catching my attention.  I drew in a deep breath and shook my head.  “What did I do this time?”  I asked as I continued home.