Rising Tide

Warning: Rated M. Explicit content for mature audiences only.

Pairing: RixSo, and slight AkuRoku

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, it's characters, or it's original plot. I do however, own this plot. I make no monetary profit, as this fiction is purely made for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of its readers.

A/N: Ok, so I know I still have like... FIVE unfinished fics to catch up on still, but this was just something I HAD to do. Like, for the sake of my SANITY, people! It was literally driving me crazy! Gah! Please bare with me as I try not to jump off a cliff 'before' I finish this one too. However, on a good note, I don't think this fic will be very long... Maybe three chapters. Four if we're all lucky. We shall see.

Chapter 1

If there was one thing Roxas absolutely hated, it was being left out of the loop. As it was, he'd been left out of the loop for a little over a year. Roxas had returned to Destiny High appearing no different than he had before he'd left for America as part of a 'Transfer Student Council Project', as they'd dubbed it. His hair was short, blond, and randomly spiked; the perfect balance between haphazardly lazy and stylishly groomed. His eyes were still that same icy, cobalt blue, dancing with intimidation and mischief. He hadn't even grown an inch since he'd been gone, but his body had become a bit more toned, and his language skills had definitely increased, especially those of the vulgar persuasion.

He was a high strung, 16 year old boy -still subject to peer pressure, hormones, popularity, and his own temper on occasion. But one thing Roxas was never subjected to, even after his long absence, was fitting back into the role he'd left behind to go abroad. He'd been welcomed back onto the soccer team with open, ecstatic arms, his friends still saved his seat for him everyday, teachers he hadn't had since the eighth grade still watched him with a wary eye as he passed them in the hallway. He wasn't conceited enough to sham his title as a delinquent, no matter how good his grades were, no matter who knew he had a soft side under all the hostility and belligerence. He prided himself on being the polar opposite of his twin brother, Sora, and made it a point every day to show people just how different they actually were, despite their uncanny closeness.

Sora was an angel in the eyes of God if there ever was such a thing. They were fraternal twins; Sora's hair a honey-kissed brown, eyes large and innocent, trusting. Sora's eyes were not just the color of the ocean, they were the ocean. They were a deep, endless depth of marine blue, turbulent with emotion, and able to swallow whole ships with the rising tide of expressions reflected in them. He was a whole inch shorter than Roxas, symbolism of the hour that separated them at birth. And while Roxas relied on jokes and pranks to gain pleasure, his twin absolutely radiated it from ever pore naturally. Sora was just... Sora. Happy, carefree, and kind to anyone who happened to cross his path. Despite the hand they'd been dealt in life, Sora shed his worries like a winter scarf in the summer breeze and allowed the warmth of his radiant smile to shine through even the darkest of storm clouds hurdled his way. It made him special, and truly unique, and a plausible target for those who couldn't understand his ways.

Roxas paid very little attention to the cliques outside of his own and Sora's, and though he, Axel, Hayner, and the rest of his group rarely associated with Sora's friends in or out of school, they kept a close eye on them, if only because the brunette was Roxas's flesh and blood. It mattered little to them that Sora and Roxas fought like demons when they were in the same room for more than two minutes together, assuming it was just a 'twin thing'.

There was one other group he had his eyes trained for, one he'd watched intently since the beginning of middle school. And as he sat at the lunch table, his buddies talking amicably between themselves while wolfing down cans of coke and Frito Lays, he stared the door down as if it were the gates of hell, the sound of his twins squawking laughter from a few tables down barely registering in his Richter scale. It was only the first day of school year, there's no way he would miss out on seeing how much 'they' had changed.

Like clockwork, the frosted glass doors parted like a portal from some far away world, and in walked Yuna, Tidus tightly on her heels. The two had been dating since like... Kindergarten, everyone in school had bets going that they'd get married straight out of highschool. Next, with their hands buried deep in their pockets, looking cool and collected as ever, was Leon and Cloud, their icy gazes scouring the cafeteria like hungry predators as they stepped around the lovebirds to hunt down a table. Last, but most certainly not least, came Riku Heart. He strolled right passed the brunette leader of their posse and his blonde counterpart like he owned the world. And while it was a known fact that Riku wasn't the highest on the totem pole of their group, in the world of Destiny High, he was definitely all that in a bag of chips.

Roxas felt his lips twitch into something akin to a smirk as he was reminded of the song 'beautiful people' by Marilyn Manson, watching them stride though the mass of teenagers towards their corner table near the windows overlooking the courtyard. Not much had changed in their appearance, they were exactly that, beautiful. At least in the eyes of every student body that attended Destiny High. Roxas, however, was only interested in one of them.

Riku's platinum hair had grown a few inches since he'd last seen him, trailing just below his shoulders to rest on his white vest and slightly conceal the necklace of broken white seashells he wore. Another summer had done wonders for the senior in the form of a fresh, light tan with no lines, and rippling, taut muscles in his bare upper arms and beneath the black muscle shirt under that vest. His pants were slightly baggy, resting low on his hips, and torn in the knees, fingerless gloved hands stuffed partially in the front pockets as he weaved through the traffic of trays and rowdy jocks. Like all the others in Riku's group, he had a rockin' body, but the one thing that never failed to turn heads were those 'Heart' eyes.

Yes, Roxas knew in his head how lame that sounded, but it was what they were commonly referred to behind Riku's back. All the Heart boys had them. That piercing, mystifying, absolutely heart-stopping, seafoam green. Loz, Yazoo, and Kadaj had a slightly lighter shade of green eyes than Riku did, but the silverette's eyes were an exact replica of their father's, Sephiroth. Those eyes, whether they belonged to Riku, his brothers, or his father, meant only one thing, though. Trouble.

Riku had inherited the badass reputation his siblings had left when they graduated, one after the other, and the youngest Heart boy had no problem picking up the slack. It was rumored that in elementary school, Riku used to attend Traverse Prep School, but got into so many fights, and got suspended so many times, that they actually kicked him out and he had to repeat the grade in Destiny's public school. At 19 years old, standing 5'9'', and weighing roughly 160 pounds of pure muscle and brawn, Riku was not one to cross on a bad day. Especially if he had his friends at his back. But, despite the perilous and 'I-don't-give-a-fuck' attitude, Riku had lighter side. One that only seemed to emerge the moment he was knees deep in the ocean water with a surf board in tow. And just like the moon itself, Riku had that alluring shadow of a dark side that just about anyone would give a limb to get to know, but few had the honor of seeing.

That was the side Roxas wanted to see.

He was dying to see it.

His body physically ached with the need to experience it.

Just once.

Just a small taste even.

One small, sensual, hot, tas-

"Roxas!" Axel growled more than yelled, slamming his open palms down onto the table with enough force that trays of food, cans of soda, and the blonde, spiky haired teen jumped several inches. Wide blue eyes locked on the emerald green of his boyfriend of over two years, scared half to death out of his thoughts at the outburst. "Jesus fuck, Rox, can you stare any harder?"

The table silently regarded the blonde for a moment, unsure how to break this iceberg, and Roxas's cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment and more than a little guilt that he'd been caught red handed in the process of stripping the silverette bare with his eyes.

"S-Sorry, Axel." Roxas managed to mutter under his breath, suddenly very uncomfortable with all the eyes directed at him. "Guess I'm just surprised to see him still here." It was a scrap of lies, but it was all Roxas could come up with.

"Tch. Sorry my ass." Axel retorted, jerking to his feet, tray in hand. "Try explaining that after you've slept alone for a couple nights." Turning on his heel, Axel left the table to dump his tray, the last sight of him before his disappeared through the cafeteria doors was his shock of red hair.

Roxas audibly groaned, knowing exactly what his boyfriend had been referring to, his forehead coming into contact with the tabletop with a loud 'thunk' that made trays and cans rattle against it's surface again. The others exchanged curious glances amongst themselves, but remained quiet as they finished their meals.

Roxas didn't leave the table until long after the end-lunch bell rang.

-Cackles- Oh my, do I love torturing Roxas. But don't worry, it gets juicier. Promise. Remember now, this IS a RiSo fic, NOT a RiRoku fic. This chapter seems like it ambles on a bit, but it's just to get all the points across before the true story begins. Please read and review as it greatly increases the chances of the next chapter being posted sooner rather than later.