Dedicated to my Riku who helped me create this~

I don't own Kingdom Hearts!

Riku wasn't sure what happened. One minute he was partying with his friends, somber as can be. Then someone had thrust a Solo cup in his hands, beer of some brand sloshing over the plastic red rim. He didn't mind, though, considering he had planned to leave soon and shower, then sleep the weekend away. Besides, he was 18 and had had beer before; this was nothing new to him.

The party had been started by Yuffie, an energetic young woman with an odd sense of reality. Thing is, she threw great parties, parties that could last for days on end. But this party…this party had ended differently for Riku. Much different.

The beer had tasted great, even though he couldn't pinpoint the brand at the time, and continued to sip at it occasionally, making sure to keep it close to him; last thing he needed was someone slipping something into his drink. The music blasted through Yuffie's awesome Sony speakers, pounding out a tremendous beat that thrummed into Riku's bones. He was sitting on a faded blue loveseat, leaned back with his Solo cup set on his knee. Friends and strangers were clumped about the large two-story house, laughing and talking (shouting, actually) and eating the refreshments Aerith and Tifa had made. He had already snatched some of the food earlier and was glad he had, seeing as everyone was crowded around it now.

People were dancing at all corners of the huge house, grinning widely as they let the beat get to them. Riku didn't care much for dancing, and he certainly wasn't going to start dancing with a bunch of complete strangers. Then again, he wouldn't dance around with his friends, either.

However, the moment Selphie and Kairi, two of his close friends, grabbed him, he knew he was in trouble. They dragged him from the loveseat (thankfully he had kept a firm grip on his drink), then proceeded to pull him into the throng of moving bodies, the heat unbearable as he got closer. Selphie laughed at his expression, her eyes bright. She had probably had a couple drinks, by the looks of it, and she wasn't going to last much longer. Kairi, on the other hand, was wise enough to stick to only two drinks, her cheeks only flushed.

As the music changed and altered to a faster beat, Riku kept drinking his single cup and slowly loosening up. Soon enough, he was dancing in the center of the sweaty bodies and smiling faces. The night wore on and on, time becoming insignificant. Riku laughed along with Kairi and Selphie as they danced, drinking his beer. But the moment he did, however, he couldn't seem to stop. Every time he thought he had finished his drink, it seemed to magically refill. So he just kept drinking.

The party raged on, with Riku in tow. And as the party continued, as did his drinking. Slowly, but surely, he went from somber to tipsy, tipsy to drunk, then drunk to wasted. Things became hazy to him after his sixth – seventh? – drink. He knew there had been some weird game of a food fight, throwing chips and soda and God-knows-what-else at each other around the entire house. There had even been a moment where the cops had come and asked them to tone it down, but it had only taken a few minutes to get the party back into full swing.

Riku could faintly recall there had also been a messy game of a so-called Hide and Seek, which had ended up with him and his best friend, Sora, to hide together under some guest bed, trying to muffle their hysterical giggles with their hands. But…then his memory failed him, cutting off at that point.

Now, he was laying on top of the guest bed instead of underneath it, his clothes thrown throughout the room. He was covered with the sheets, feeling much warmed than normal. He knew why, of course; Sora was asleep beside him, brown spikes sticking oddly up and his bare chest peeking out from the sheets.

What the hell happened last night?! Riku thought, running a shaky hand through his ruffled hair. His major hangover of a headache was blocking his train of thought, however, making it hard to concentrate and bring back memories of what had occurred during that blank period in his head. He knew it was there, but it was hiding from him. He groaned, rubbing his eyes tiredly, which had begun to itch.

Riku had a feeling he knew what had transpired throughout the whole blank points of last night – could very well guess – and it was a scary scenario. He glanced down beside him at Sora, at his best friend, who looked utterly peaceful in his own dreamland. Guilt rose inside his chest, making his heart ache and burn. He turned away and put his head in his hands.

"God, no…" he moaned, his voice rough and scratchy from the alcohol and…he didn't want to even think about it.

Sora stirred at the sound of his voice, humming softly while twitching his nose in his sleep, then nuzzled into the fluffy pillow with a joyful sigh. He looked absolutely…did he dare finish that thought? He sighed heavily and decided it best he didn't. His headache grew.

The silver-haired teen (no, young adult now; his birthday had been four months ago) got out of the guest bed, feeling instantly cold from lack of…of the sheets. Quietly, he began to rummage around the room, picking up each article of his clothing, one by one. The guilt in him grew as he realized what he was doing, but he didn't stop.

Sora never stirred from his slumber as Riku quickly dressed himself, then kindly got Sora's discarded clothes and folded them up, putting them at the foot of the bed. He walked to the door and paused, hand on the doorknob, that guilty emotion building. He didn't want to ditch his best friend, but he knew it would be nothing but awkward and full of silence. He opened the door, which squeaked slightly, and left the guest room, closing the door softly behind him without looking back.

He never saw Sora, who was sitting up in the bed, blue eyes wide with shock and sadness, the sheets pooled around his waist. Nor did he hear the sounds of Sora's muffled sobs as he walked down the spiral staircase, guilt pulling and pushing his heart and head around like a volleyball.

"I should have never come."

So this is how it starts...the very beginning. Gosh, I can't wait to get this one going, seeing as I love it so much.