R-Tiki: Hello, and welcome to my first time Sora x Riku fic :D It's pretty short, kinda like a three or four-shot (if that even exists … well it does now XD) I have no idea if this will be worth reading, but here it is, on fanfiction, so hopefully it'll be decent enough to review at the end. Forgive the shortness of this first chapter, but this is mainly more of an opening, the upcoming chapters will be a little longer. Please forgive the OOC'ness of everybody. Especially Riku -_-' super sorry about that, but I just can't seem to capture his greatness. *sweatdrop*

Disclaimer: Yea yea, we all heard this before, right? I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Sora, Riku, or anyone or anything else except this story. Classic sad-attack.

Warning: Rated M for some pretty colorful language and light yaoi. Here's the formula (with no math - how great XD):

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Yaoi = boy x boy.
Homophobes + yaoi = pissed off homophobes and pissed off R-Tiki for having to hear the pissed off homophobes.

So, the solution is simple: if you don't like this, don't read it. Have a good day.

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Anywho, please, read and enjoy :)

Chapter 1: They Say

They say you can tell a lot about a person by what music they listen to.

They say you can tell a lot about a person by what books they read or the movies they watch.

They say you can tell a lot about a person by the style of their writing and/or the expression of their artwork.

They say you can tell a lot about a person by the clothes they wear, the restaurants they prefer, even the brand of cigarettes they smoke.

That being said, they also say you can tell a lot about a person if they smoke or not, or drink or not.

To some degree, this all sounds pretty accurate, right? Most judge with their eyes and if they see something they like on somebody else, they are somewhat more drawn to them and visa-versa.

It's human nature, and not that it can be helped all of the time, but in truth, none of those things matters.

That's because I know what music this one, specific person likes; though, there's not much of a variety in his non-existent CD collection, but every time I pull out my iPod, he manages to get his fingers on it before I have a chance to.

I know what books he's read, and what movies he's watched. Though, he hardly ever stays still long enough to finish a book or watch a movie, rather he prefers to hang out on the island and soak up some sun.

I know he doesn't think he's really that great at writing, and sometimes I catch him doodling on his paper in class, but other than that, he uses no physical form to express himself, because he prefers to just goes right up and talks to you like the ditzy airhead he was.

I know he likes fairly loose cloths, hands down chooses Pizza Hut every time I ask him where he wants to eat, and as for smoking, he says he doesn't want to try, no matter how much I tease him about it.

Drinking, of course, is out of the question, seeing as we're both under aged. Not that that's stopped me from getting wasted a few times at a party or two …

All of that said, and this I must make perfectly clear: He always surprises me. I know more about him than any person dared dream to. I know him so well, it's probably obsessive, not that he minds how much time I spend with him, though.

I've known him for so long, you would think I would get bored with him. Like a video game that you've had since you were seven years old on a crappy old Nintendo. You've memorized every detail over and over from the moment you first got it, so you really don't know why you keep playing it nine years later.

I feel pretty low for comparing him to a video game, but really, there's no metaphor or word that can describe him. This was just the first thing that came to my mind, because he really does have an old video game that he still plays for only God knows why.

That's the thing though. He isn't mine, not like a video game. More so, every time I see him, I can't possibly be bored with him. On the contrary, I can't get enough of him, and I doubt I ever could, even if he was mine. He's my best friend. My best friend since we were kids and I'm probably taking this too far, but I can't help it anymore. He's made such an impact on my life … how could I possibly not think about him this much?

I stay up at night often wondering what's going through his head when he looks at me, always staring straight into my eyes – yet another thing that I really like about him. When he's off fighting with Tidus or running from Selphie, I wonder why he always runs back to me. When we fight, even though I can read his moves so well, he always manages to surprise me at the very last minute, before my attacks totally own him, of course. I can't go easy on him when I know it will earn me a very cute pout from my dearest friend.

I wonder where courage that would put any mighty warrior to shame springs from him as naturally as breathing, but then he turns around and begs me to get some stupid spider off his bed, and without killing it because, "It's a living thing too, Riku. You wouldn't like it if I squished you!"

I teased him about that all week, making gagging noises to sound like I was being 'squished' when we wrestled.

He's more complex than most give him credit for, but his smile and the aura of warmth around him makes everything feel so wonderfully simple. Thus, being around him is like being on the best damn drug in the world.

Again with the crappy metaphors, but I can't deny that I'm addicted to him.

Yes, being around him causes you to feel good about everything. You're so blissfully ignorant to the world that you forget that the rest of the world is still going on around you, whether you're on board or not.

So, you never see the train wreck until it happens. For me, it hit dead on.

No matter how well you think you know someone, inside and out, no matter how much you care for them, so much so that you know what they put on their pizza, what games they play when it's raining outside, what hopes and dreams they have, what they tell you before they tell anyone else, what they tell you and only you … even after all that, they can still break your heart.

And damn it, he breached my heart and split it seven times over.

What's so unbelievably horrible about all of this is that he didn't even mean to shatter my world into thousands of splinters. He thought it was just like any other normal day, (with one redheaded exception just now leaving), so how could he possibly know he's caused my own, personal apocalypse? On top of that, who am I supposed to be angry at, besides myself, obviously. Not him, that's for damn sure. I can't be mad at her either, I guess, or at least I shouldn't be, but I am anyways, and I really want to be, because it feels like she used him as the weapon-of-choice to keep me at a painful standstill and away from him.

I would take my anger out on her before I would ever think to take it out on him.

This blazes through my mind over and over, like a mantra that's supposed to somehow help, though I have no idea how. I keep my icy cool facade nailed down to perfection through years of self-restraint and constantly keeping emotions in check. That doesn't make it any less painful on the inside, no, that would be just too easy.

It's when I stare into those ocean blue eyes that my resolve starts to slip, so quickly that it makes me wonder how the hell he could do what no other person could do for years in only one, simple look. Then again, I should know better; that's all it would take to bring me at his sweet mercy and love every moment of it. Wow. Didn't know I was such a masochist.

He knows me too well; he knows something's wrong, and he's yearning to help, but he's holding his tongue for my sake. He even sent her away, knowing … Fuck, he knows me too damn well, but what else does he know?

So, to sum all up: I've grown up with this brat and know every detail about his life, but he still keeps me up at night wondering what's possibly going through his head, then suddenly I got the rug literally yanked up from beneath me just moments ago when I finally found the most unwanted answer to a question I never asked. Now I'm crashing straight down. Lets start over so all of this will start to make sense.

My name is Riku. The new girl Kairi has been living in town with us for a while now, and for the past few weeks, no, I think ever since I first met him, I've discovered that I am completely and utterly in love with a beautiful boy named Sora.

R-Tiki: Just an opening. Hope no one is ready to kill me because of this XD I had to do it, just couldn't help myself.

Anywho, next chapter should be up in a week or so. Though, if you've read any of my other stories, you should know that I am absolutely horrible at updates -.-'' and I think they have a mind of their own (unlike me) so, I'll revise that: Hopefully I'll update within a week.

See you then!