Disclaimer: Even though I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Square Enix, or Disney, I still made them do my bidding

A/N: I have multiple things to say. First, I completely dedicate this fic to my best friend

Devon (PoisonAndCinderella)

Who started me on the path of yaoi righteousness. This is my second fic posted; I have another one in progress right now. I know everyone told me not to do two at once but I couldn't resist posting this XD. It was hard. I hope you enjoy it

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"Seriously Sora, It'll be fine."

"I don't know Riku. This is all so new to me, I just….."

"Sora, it's time to grow up. Join the rest of the teenage world. If you ever want to ask her out you need to have some practice."

"Ok. Fine. I'll do it, but it's only for Kairi."

"Only for Kairi. No problem."

Sora sighed pitifully. He really didn't want to do this, but he wanted to be with Kairi. Every time he saw her his teenage boy hormones kicked in and he had to run or face being mocked. Recently he had confessed his feelings to his best friend Riku, who had immediately broke down laughing. Then he proceeded to tease him for a month until Sora refused to talk to him. However, Riku had now taken an interest in Sora and Kairi. He told Sora he simply wanted to hook his two best friends up, and then laugh about it. Sora had been inclined to refuse, but he wanted Kairi, bad. So here he was. In his room. With his best friend. ALONE. Sora looked up and opened his eyes. Riku was right in front of his face.

"UUUUWWWWAAAA!!! What the hell?!" Riku grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

"Relax man, I'm just getting ready."

"R-ready? Ready for what?"

"Ready to start practice you idiot." Riku began to lean towards Sora

"W-wait I thought you were gonna get someone for me to practice with."

"I did. Me." Sora went pale.

"YOU?! B-but…Riku…." Sora began to sweat. It was getting too hot in his room. He also realized he was blushing.

"'But Riku' what? I'm you're best friend remember? I'd never tell anyone about this or mock you for it. Besides, it's for Kairi, remember? If you start to get nervous, pretend I'm her."

By now Sora's cheeks had gone as red as Kairi's hair.

"Riku…I don't think…..this is…..maybe we should….mphf." Riku had placed his hand over Sora's mouth.

"Sora, shut up" Riku reached forward, grabbed Sora's shoulders, and pulled Sora towards him. Sora felt their lips brush as Riku's face came closer. All of a sudden his body felt like it was on fire. Heat raced from his fingertips to his mouth to his toes. It didn't matter anymore that Riku was a guy. His hormones kicked in and everything got even hotter. He feared if they parted fire would literally erupt from his lips. Sora let his hands get busy exploring Riku's wonderfully muscled body. Riku's eyes widened, but he didn't stop Sora. It felt so good for him too. They slowly pulled apart, letting the taste of the kiss linger between them. "Sora…I thought you've never kissed anyone before? You haven't been lying to me have you? Who did you-" Riku was cut off as Sora put a hand over his mouth.

"Riku, shut up." Sora removed his hand and kissed Riku again, all nervousness gone.

"Sora……we…..need……to talk…" Riku only managed to get in a few words between kisses. Riku was starting to blush.

"Talk about what? You said I needed practice, so I'm practicing." He kissed Riku again. Both boys were red as the sunset that was filtering through the window.

"Sora, I…." Sora stopped and looked directly at Riku. Riku had his eyes averted to the floor. Sora sat up on his knees and leaned toward Riku.

"Riku, what is it?"

"I…." Riku looked up into Sora's open and honest sapphire eyes. "I….." Riku came towards Sora. Sora reached up and put his arms around Riku's neck. Sora came up to meet Riku's lips. Footsteps sounded in the hall outside the door, but neither boy noticed until….

"SORA?! RIKU?! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!"

"Ah, the innocence of young boys. They're so cute that way." The voice giggled as it bent over the black glass. A door slammed in the distance, echoing through the marble hallways. "If only I had a young boy to play with, one who was completely innocent." The voice tightened its hands around the chain it held on to. The door slammed louder this time. He turned. "Master! You're back early." The old man in the doorway let his eyes sharpen. "It is time. It is time for you to reveal who you truly are to him." The voice faltered. "But- you found him? He's still alive?" The old man smiled slightly. "Yes, but you need to go to retrieve him. You will find him here." The old man threw a card at the voice. "Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?" asked the voice. The old man's smile grew wider. "Just a little gift from me to you. Good luck." The voice walked away, red shined as light flooded through a gap in the curtains. "Oh, Axel?" The voice turned. "This time, don't screw it up."

Roxas opened his eyes to a scene of devastation and horror. The land around him was scoured with pieces of houses and barns. The sky was still a dull gray that spread every direction across the sky. Just ten feet away was the white gate to his house. He started to sit up, then felt the world spin around him. Nausea gripped him in the pit of his stomach. He flipped over to retch on the tortured landscape before him. When he finished, he looked up at the ground behind him. There were five bodies scattered amongst the rubble. He retched again. His normally pale skin went even paler when he recognized one of the figures splayed on the ground. It was his uncle, Stlay.

Roxas fought to stand, and lost. So, he crawled over to the door his uncle was pinned under. His fingers fumbled for a pulse on the cold arm. His mind knew it was true, but his heart refused to accept it yet. His clear, blue eyes began to flow as he accepted the fact before him. His uncle was dead. His only relative was gone, and now he was homeless. "No….." He moaned softly. "No……NO!!" He began to punch the door on top of his uncle. "Why? Why did this have to happen to me? What have I done to deserve this? Tell me why!" The tears on his face came faster by the second. He stood finally and turned to face the East. He began to run in that direction, as fast as he could manage. He only made it six strides before he collapsed from exhaustion. Still crying, he pounded his fist into the dirt. "Why……." He looked up once more at the blackened-gray sky, full of anger and despair. It had come to him at the wrong time and had let his emotions take the form of truth. At that time, the sky and Roxas were one and the same, both hated and both hating.

Then on the horizon, a little light shone down, and something became visible. It was a brown and cream building, with a gold piece on the top. A cross thought Roxas faintly. That means…a church! Roxas forced himself to his feet again, slowly this time. He limped towards the church, and the figure emerging from it. He wore the black robe of a minister, and held a book that shined golden in Roxas' vision. He looked like a messenger from God. The only thing was, he had bright red hair, long hair that hung down to his shoulders. The man smiled and opened his arms wide. He shouted something Roxas couldn't hear. Roxas came closer, eager to see what this heavenly figure would hold in store for him. The man came down off of the steps of the church onto the blackened land around it. Roxas was now dragging his feet to reach him. But he was close, so close! He smiled when he saw the figure coming towards him. I must reach him first! To…..I don't know what, but I must!

The man was only ten feet away when Roxas felt the last of his strength give way. He began to fall to the ground again, when the figure rushed up and caught him. Roxas looked into the man's face; he had beautiful, piercing, playful green eyes. They eyes were the only thing Roxas could see now; the rest was dark. "Father…please…tell me…your name….." Roxas croaked. The man leaned forward to whisper in his ear as the whole world turned black. "My name is…"

Green eyes…..

"Aidel's Camp for Bi-Curious Boys? Have your children been straying from the path of God? Need a way to set them back on it? Then this summer camp is perfect for you?" The woman put down the flyer in her hand and looked across the desk at the minister. "I don't know Father. It sounds a little too convenient. My son starts this….experimenting…and this camp opens?" The man dragged his eyes from her wonderfully endowed bosom and smiled. "I can assure you m'am. Everything is quite alright. The camp is run by one of our top ministers. At only 21, Father Aidel is the youngest man to become a full fledged minister. He is our brightest and best. Our pride and joy. He will personally make sure your son is taken care of."

Sora could see that the man's gaze was slipping back to his mother's chest. Time to intervene. "Oh, dearest father, messenger of God." The man flinched slightly and turned to glare at Sora, who could have had a halo over his head. "Are you sure I will be cured at this…..camp? It felt so wrong what I was doing. I want to be sure that this will fix it." He blinked doe eyes. The minister's gaze narrowed, trying to see through his act.

"My son, all true believers in God will be forgiven for their sins. The almighty Lord will look into your soul and judge if you are to be forgiven. Father Aidel will help you to prepare for your test with Him." Sora smiled, sweet as strawberries.

"Thank you Father. The Lord smiles upon you for surely you are his most devoted disciple." The minister flinched again. Sora leaned back into his chair giving himself a mental pat on the back for a job well done. As he zoned back into the real world he heard his mother say, "All right then sign him up. We'll be back on the 10th for the bus." She stood up and walked out the door.

"Sora?" The minister had that hard voice of his. One that he thought all God-fearing folk should obey. And all non-God-fearers too. Personally Sora just thought he sounded like he'd just gotten hard and someone had made him deflate so fast that you'd swear a balloon went flying by. The voice had never worked on him in the first place, never will. "May I speak with you alone for a moment?" Sora's mom poked her head back in the doorway.

"Alone? Is this necessary?" The minister's eyebrow came together with an audible click.

"Mrs., every step we take will be necessary for the cure of your son. If you wish the Lord to be merciful and remove this…..disease…from him I suggest you do as we ask." Sora didn't like the man's tone. It had a hint of pissed off in it, and the way he'd said the word "disease"…. It made him so mad. Sora's mom however had flushed and was looking down.

"Father, forgive me. I know my son is in good hands. Speak with him as you wish."

"MOM!"

"Sora, do whatever Father William tells you to." She walked out of the room and shut the door. Sora pivoted slowly to face the minister. He was grinning like a wolf who had found a sheep.

"Sora, please sit down." All diplomacy.

"No."

"Please Sora, don't be argumentative."

"NO!"

"Sora!" Sora was shocked. He didn't think the man could yell. "Sit down now!" Sora sat. "Now listen to me. I don't know what it was you did, but you got yourself into this fix, and there's no easy way out of it. This camp will teach you and drill you in the proper ways of God. I personally come to inspect every week. There you will devote yourself whole to God and his teachings. There will be no other boys there. Only you, yourself, and God. Now, I hope you've learned something young man."

Sora smiled, sweet as strawberries.