Warnings: YAOI/GUYxGUY/Shonen ai, you cannot say I have not warned you. This fic focuses around Sora, with possible parts focusing around Roxas. No likey guy on guy, this fic is NOT FOR YOU!! :) sorry

Prologue: Love Confession

Sora sat in front of the mirror, his watching his own face. It seemed as time got closer and closer to his unofficial date with Riku, his cerulean eyes seemed to get wider and wider. Fear, anxioty... but mostly fear. The seventeen year old had matured over the years, maintaining a small lithe form perfect for his first year in kendo club. High school was certainly something the coffee brunette was glad to be in, but it was time for him to grow up. Get a boy friend... something.

He adjusted his black baggy pants and matching tee for the hundredth time, jumping as he heard knocking on the front door. "Sora, you in there?" the voice of the person most precious to the boy muffled through the door. Sora flushed, running down the stairs and to the front door. How long had he been waiting? Glancing at the clock, Sora resisted the urge to smack himself. Riku was even early, and Sora felt like he waited forever.

Opening the door, Sora couldn't help but take in the form of Riku. Tall, muscular yet somehow still lanky; the soccer player looked gorgeous. His silver hair fell into the most gorgeous eyes Sora swore he'd ever see in his entire life and down his back. Riku wore his soccer uniform, holding his back pack at his side. "About time," Riku teased, stepping inside and ruffling Sora's hair. "I'm gonna use your bathroom to change. You sounded so urgent I figured it would be best."

Sora nodded, lowering his gaze to the floor. Riku always seemed to look best when he was hot and sweaty, and his hair never seemed out of place. Why couldn't he look like that? Hearing Riku trudge up the stairs and shut the bathroom door, Sora rocked back and forth on his heels. Was this really such a good idea? Did he really want to ruin the relationship between them? Sora had known the older boy forever, longer than he could remember actually. Always together, Riku and Sora were considered siblings. But I want to be more, Sora whimpered, slipping into a chair and closing his eyes. Trying desperately to relax, he knew Riku would sense something was up.

"Sora," Riku's voice sounded awfully close to his ear. Sora squealed, flailing about and falling out of said chair, a blush the color of cherries streaked across his cheeks. Riku couldn't help but chuckle, "sorry, I was trying to get your attention."

"'sok" Sora mumbled, standing up. Riku always looked gorgeous, always always always. Riku was probably going to be one of those guys who looked like they were maybe thirty when actually fifty-something. Wearing plain jeans and a t-shirt, Riku looked like a model. "You... ready to go?"

Riku nodded, a faint smile remaining on his lips. Sora's favorite smile, the smile he showed only to him. A smile a girl would kill for. "Where we heading?"


"Anywhere really," Sora grinned, trying to rid the feeling of dread welling in the pit of his stomach. Something was going to happen and it didn't feel too pleasant. "We hadn't seen each other in a while and I was afraid of forgetting what you looked like," he teased gently; stepping outside into the cool afternoon air. Riku locked the door behind him and the two began to wander. Along the nearby park, across the small bridge, the two made it in town. The busier part of town, one would have to be crazy or emotionally disturbed to dare walk across a street.

As the two talked about everything and nothing, Sora watched Riku's face. He like his expressions that would switch quickly and quietly. Riku was a master magician in facial expression, whether he knew it himself was the question. Did Riku know that Sora could feel his heartbeat quicken, fluttering like hummingbird wings when he smiled like that?

"Sora," Riku started, the two standing alone on a street corner, "you seem out of it." Sora wanted to curse, Riku knew something was up. He might as well come clean about the whole thing. About wanting to always be with him, about how Riku was always on his mind, how all he wanted was to be with Riku. Riku was his everything. "Wanna talk to me about it?"

Sora fumbled a bit with his cell phone. It was better than obviously twirling your fingers or pinching oneself or whatever it could have been. It made Sora look like he was getting texts from Kairi or something, especially when he tried pausing long enough to look at the screen. "Well... I need to tell you something."

"Okay." Riku's smile was conforting, alleviating some of the stress and worry from Sora's shoulders. If only Riku could always smile like that. "Go on, Sora." At Sora's stammer, faint blush and gaping mouth that reminded him of a fish, Riku pulled his best friend into a small hug. "It's okay Sora, just say it."

Sora had no doubt in his mind that Riku could feel the heartbeat, his heart was about to burst from his chest, or the heat radiating from his face in the form of a blush. Riku was so sculpted like Michangelo's David only much more cuddlier. Than, Sora, the boy who normally felt he could face anything, do anything as long as his best friend was there, chickened out. Pulling away, Sora shook his head. "I'll... I'll tell you in a little bit." Sora's cerulean eyes found a coffee shoppe across the street. "Here, um... let me get you something to drink before we head back home."

Not waiting for a response, the emotionally confused and distraught Sora ran out across the street. Hearing a scream of his name, the honking of a horn, Sora felt pain greater than anything else he could have imagined. With a small whisper, "Riku," Sora fell into the darkness.