Riku sat on the bed, face buried in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. All he had on was a pair of boxers, his body glistening in the dark from the sweat of night. If you listened, you could probably here his heart, which was pounding, hard, trying to come out of his chest, almost. The 17 year old was breathing hard, almost gasping.
"Kairi," his voice echoed through the room, softly, deeply. A moment hung, as they sometimes do, and Riku could literally feel something change, something snap. His head shot up, blood shot eyes revealed, filled with emotions, "SORA! KAIRI! NO!!" He shouted, standing up. He rushed to the light switch, flipping it, the room suddenly becoming illuminated. He sorted his way through his closet, pulling out an outfit that seemed to be made for fighting. "I'm coming," He whispered to himself, "I'm coming for you," He repeated.
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That was the beginning, first chapter, of what I hope to be an epic story (epic as in, I LOVE IT!). Anyway, more is coming so don't fret.