Picture Perfect

Soft natural light from a sunrise woke Riku, but he did not open his eyes yet. He did not want to move from his position, because he was so comfortable. Riku can smell the lavender scented covers that gently covered him. The sheets were perfectly cradled his entire body and he could have lain like that for the next hour. He didn't have anything to do that day; it could have been the perfect morning.

Riku heard a door opening very slowly which made him very curious. He peeked through his eyelids to see deep blue bedsheets. But, he never saw those sheets before in his life. He felt like his stomach was full of acid and sat up immediately. The nauseous feeling only intensified as he looked around the bedroom. It was very lovely room that was decorated with warm colors and the color blue.

It would have been a very nice to live in, but Riku could not remember walking here or getting in the bed. Riku did not recognize one thing there. His breathes shortened and became more rapid. He stared to tremble, because he couldn't get enough oxygen. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand pressed against his back followed by a smooth calming voice, "Its okay, Riku. Deep breathes."

It wasn't okay. It was far from okay, because he did not recognize that voice either. Riku glanced to his right to find sky blue orbs. With shaky limbs, he crawled backwards away from the unidentified person. Whoever it was had brown spikes in every direction and the kindest face you can imagine. But, it did not help at all.

Riku breathed out, "Who are you?"

The guy stared sweetly at him; stunned for words. Riku's panic attack was clouding his judgement right now. The guy took his own advice and took a deep breath. "You don't remember me. That's okay. You probably won't after what happened."

Riku kept his distance from him and he had to ask. Whoever the guy was, he obviously knew him. But, they were not in a hospital. He wasn't wearing a white lab coat and holding a clipboard. He only had on an oversized white shirt with a stretched collar and no pants. Riku asked the stranger, "What happened to me?"

"You had another seizure. It was a really bad one." The guy's sincere smile could melt anyone's heart. "You'll be okay and you'll remember everything soon. Now, come here; you have to eat."

What? How is he supposed to believe him? There were still major plot holes in his story. Riku shook his head and said, "Why didn't you take me to the hospital?"

The guy huffed slightly amused, "I'm more than qualified to take care of you. I've been doing it for more than a year now, Riku."

"Huh?" That didn't make any sense. His shaky voices echoed in the room.

The stranger's kept his sweet smile. He expected the sheer shock and confusion and he was prepared for it. "The seizure must have caused short-term amnesia. Honestly, I didn't think that it will be this severe. Are you sure you don't remember me?"

His voice was very serene as he spoke. Riku quivered under his persistent stare. It made him feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't look away from his face. He must have figure that his stunned silence gave him his answer, "I'm your fiancé, silly."

That's-that's not right. He-he couldn't be. He's not gay. At least, Riku didn't think he was. This isn't right. He wakes up in a strange room and a complete stranger tells him that he is his gay fiancé. There are red flags all through this situation. Riku could feel his head shaking. "No, you're lying, I'm not gay."

"Riku," he said his name with a harmony.

"No, no. This isn't right. I don't know who you are and what's going on; you need to tell me what's really going on." Riku finally scooted to the other side of the king sized bed. It was hard to stand on his unstable feet.

"I'm not going to chase you, Riku." The stranger didn't move from his spot. He seemed way too confident.

Riku didn't believe him. He kept his eye on him as he backed away. The brunette stranger was shorter and slimmer than he is. Physically, Riku could have easily over powered him. Mentally, Riku would have been trumped. Riku didn't know what to do, but he couldn't believe a word he said.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know you."

Without checking if he was wearing any clothes himself, Riku turned around and left the bedroom. He was still panicking when he tried to find his way out of the place. The format was foreign to him and he had no idea that this place was actually an apartment. At least he found the door very fast.

Riku rushed through it, but froze when he took a step outside. The smell of ocean water filled his lungs and he could see the ocean line from where he stood. It was the most beautiful scenery he'd ever seen. There is only one place in the world this place could be, Destiny Islands. But, he doesn't live here. He's sure that he doesn't. He's used to rain and snow, not the sound of ocean waves.

Riku's head was spinning and it took everything he had not to collapse on the stone floor in the fetal position and panic. Instead of doing that, he closed the front door and back into the stranger's apartment. Was there a place he could go? He tried to recover as many memories as he could, but it only gave him an excruciating headache. He tried to remember family members, friends, anyone who could help him. Trying to remember anything felt like trying to find a pair of shoes in a dense fog.

Riku only had one option; the one he ran out on. The stranger was very nice to him, he knows who he is, and could help him. It's just… that guy couldn't have been his fiancé. Could he? He doesn't know. There's no way he could know.

No one could have prepared him for this scenario. Something about this still seems off, still there was no other option. Riku swallowed all of his doubt, fear, and common sense and dragged his feet towards the stranger's bedroom.

The brunette was sitting on the bed and fumbling with the bedsheets. He's demeanor and face suggested that he was worried. Riku felt a little guilty for worrying him. He stealthily walked to the bed and gained the strange guy's attention. Riku couldn't look at him in the face, "Please, can you help me?"

The stranger started to crawl on the bed towards him. Riku wanted to back away from him. Instead he stepped closer to the bed and let the stranger come closer to him. Riku stared at the floor, because his pride was diminished. "I-I'm scared." That was an understatement.

The strange brunette closed in on him, he lunged up, wrapped his hands around Riku's neck and passionately kissed him. It didn't feel right. Riku quivered away from the kiss, breaking it. He shook his head as he said, "I can't."

The brunette immediately backed away from the tall man. He looked very satisfied with the kiss alone. He nodded and said, "I understand. I have to be patient until you get your memory back."

Riku watched as the brunette rushed over to the nightstand where he was standing. He picked up a wooden tray that had an extravagant display of scrambled eggs, bacon, fruit cups, and a big glass of orange juice. All of it looked delicious and the smell made Riku feel weak and fatigued. How could he be so worn out? What the hell happened to him?

"Please Riku, you have to eat something. I know you're starving."

Riku sighed. He didn't want to deny the offering. It smelled amazing and his stomach was graveling at the sight of it. Riku did have one question before he eats his breakfast, "Can you, at least, tell me your name?"

"Sora," his smile could be seen a mile away.