Characters aren't mine. I'm not a writer. This story needs to get out of my head. I hope you'll like it, but, I'll feel fine it you don't. Like I said, I'm just.. not a very good writer.

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-Prologue-

Heartless

Sora watched with pure horror as the brief case slowly slipped like iron from his hand, giving a soft thud on the floor.

Before him the love of his life, his beautiful girlfriend Arien, lay sprawled naked underneath his one and only friend he'd made when he moved to this town. Who was also naked. "Saki!" He suddenly screamed, disbelief spread all over his face. Why? After all the times he'd brought Saki to his home, how they hung out like best friends, it seemed almost like a knife was plunged right into his chest.

The two on the bed stopped quickly at the sound of Sora's voice, Arien only smiling nastily at her soon to be ex lover. Saki froze, horror written all over his face. "S-Sora...? What are you doing home?" He choked out, trying to scramble off the bed (and his girlfriend) to get his clothes on. Arien just sat up, grinning horridly at Sora, her long blond hair covering what was any worth looking at.

"Why.." Why? Sora's voice was so timid, and so quiet then. He could barely choke out a word more.. his body ran cold blood and he found himself totally frozen in place. "Arien.. I.. how long?"

Arien just laughed a little, flipping back those long blond locks over her bronze skin. Those icey green eyes of hers seemed to nearly spell out his answer all it's own. "A long time Sora. You never really gave me what I needed. So I just helped myself to your friend here." She said in a smug tone.

Sora just took a step back, hiding the door frame with his shoulder. "...Arien.. Saki.. H... How... No. This is all a misunderstanding! I.. Arian I .. Please.. I love you!"

Arian answered that with a snort. "Love me? Please. You barely make any money, your dicks too small to give me any kind of pleasure and on top of it all Sora.. Well. Frankly. You look like a skinny little fag. You couldn't bulk up just a little could you?"

Those words reeled Sora in some kind of feeling like he was in another reality all it's own. Something that was only a dream and he could just wake up anytime and laugh it off as silly. "...Why.. did you even date me then? Why did you invite me to live in your home?"

"I needed rent money. And at the time I thought you were cute. But now you're just kind of annoying."

He couldn't feel his body. If it got any colder he would of fallen over dead from lack of blood flow to his brain. A lie.. everything he knew was a lie! He could barely make out through the tears, clouded mind and jaded emotion what came next, he just ran out as fast as he possibly could...

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-Chapter 1-

Dreaming of a Dream

Three weeks had passed since that day. Sora sat hazily on the balcony of a motel room he'd rented out, watching the rain drizzle down from the looming dark clouds above. He was crushed, to find his girlfriend... ex girlfriend.. had invited him to live with her because he was simply a money making -thing-... then steals away his only friend in this town... and on top of it all, not a day passed before she nearly destroyed everything he owned and threw it into the trash.

Reaching to his back pocket, he slowly pulled out the last vestige of his life that was spared from Arien's wrath.. A photo of himself, and two of his best friends waving happily on the shore side of his home island...

Sora couldn't help a smile creeping on his lips, but it lasted only a moment before it fell again. Since saving Kingdom Hearts, their lives were returned to normal. Sora brought Riku safely back to the island, Kairi was welcoming Sora with a helping hand.. but it had been eight years since then. Kingdom Hearts had all but been forgotten, and their lives were forced to be brought back to reality. The near two years Sora was missing since that day he was whisked away by the black void and tossed into Traverse Town. His parents thought he'd ran away, ignoring any attempt they'd made to find him. When he came back, his father simply turned his head away, saying nothing. And his mother, looking upset and angry, turned him away and asked him never to return.

Without any schooling, he'd had a hard time trying to find work, and when he finally did he worked even harder when he finally found a girlfriend. He thought his life was turning around, after that. He'd met a new friend, Riku wrote to him from the island he'd moved from almost every week. Kairi was happy and in love with a new man, and everything seemed so good... So... What happened? How did this all suddenly turn sour?

Slipping the picture back in his pocket, he gave a slight sigh. Riku had stopped writing a while ago.. He didn't know how Kairi was doing, she never wrote at all. Last he heard Riku was dating some guy he'd met, and Kairi was married and pregnant. He wondered how they were doing now...

His heart fell even deeper. After all of this.. he really had nothing...

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Riku blinked as he read the small paper he'd received in the mail. It had been so long since he heard from Sora! He didn't understand why the boy stopped writing so suddenly, but he was so happy to receive a letter from him now. Riku smiled, running his thumb over the parchment. "...Sora..."

Dear Riku,

Hey, it's me, Sora. It's been a long time since I'd heard from you. I hope you'll get this al right.

Things in the city haven't gone so well. I was thinking of moving back to the island in a few weeks.

I hope you and Kairi are well. I hope you even get this letter..

I hope you're still there Riku...

Sora

Riku seemed a little confused at all that. Sora seemed so sad, maybe a little desperate. On top of that, why would Sora imply Riku had stopped writing? Sora was the one who stopped.. He sighed, pocketing the paper, giving a deep breath towards the summer breeze that brushed his long silver hair. "...Sora's coming back..." He whispered. He could barely contain his happiness... He missed Sora. More than he could put into words...

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He looked like crap. Dark circles graced his once bright and happy blue eyes, his lips thinned from such a serious look where he'd once laughed and joked.. And somehow, his eyes as brilliant as the cerulean clear sky, were faded, darker, and lost of it's luster. He was almost like a beaten animal, taking one blow after another after another after another...

He'd had nothing. Nothing at all. Everything he owned was given away to charity stores by Arien. His picture, and what was left of his last paycheck was all he had. He'd hoped at least someone, maybe an old friend could put him up for the night.

As he took that first step into the sand of this familiar beach.. as his unbrushed and crude spiky hair brushed his face in the warm sea side breeze.. he felt somewhat at home. This alien place, once his home and playground, welcomed him with faint familiarity, and kind memories. Memories that were long gone...

Taking several more steps forward, the sand crunching easily under his feet, his eyes ran over all sorts of things. Trees, coves, ponds, waterfalls, little huts, houses and homes made by the natives here. It wasn't until his eyes met with a familiar home in the trees, that Sora stopped, watching the leaves above sway too and fro. It was his home.. the home he and his family lived in. His eyes softened, and then saddened... It was his home. No.. It was now abandoned. Nothing was left. It looked tattered, broken and old. Broken memories.. a broken heart.

Dispite several sad memories that came flooding back to him, another familiar, sweet toned, and deep voice spoke very softly behind him. Welcome home, Sora... It said. A kind, strong voice... a voice he'd not heard in a long, long time. A voice, he longed to hear.. a long, long time. As he turned, he couldn't control himself. Time slowed, tears broke all over again, and a voice so desperate and beaten cried out as he wrapped his arms around the owner of that voice, and sobbed uncontrollably.

Riku!

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I'm not a writer. I suck at writing. I draw. That's what I'm fairly good at. This is just something I wanted to get out of my head so.. be nice, alright? The last thing I wrote was a YukiXShuichi mix like, years ago. Sorry this is so poorly written too. But if you actually read the whole thing, I'm not only impressed but I'm flattered. I hope you'll enjoy the next installment when I'm not about to pass out in my seat...

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