Thanks for the suggestion, I went back and took a look at it to see how I could improve on the emotional aspect, plus after I figured out exactly the direction I w taking I realized that for it to make sense they needed to be the ages they are in the game. Hope you like it better.

WARNING: Contains yoai, a.k.a boy x boy love. If you do not like gay guys, you will not like this story, and you will not like me, go away.

If you are still here, I hope you enjoy my story, it's the first one I've written, so be nice.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters in it. Though I wish I did.

Stolen Hearts

Chapter I: Always

He woke up in a cold sweat, aquamarine eyes scanning the darkness, almost expecting to see what he had seen in his nightmare in his room around him. What was wrong with him? He was fifteen years old and much too old for nightmares. He always felt like such a baby when he was so terrified of a dream. The problem was, however, that this was no dream. This had actually happened, over and over again. Just the thought of it sent chills down his spine.

But it had been years, seven years to be exact. He still didn't know why he hadn't told anyone what was going on at the time. To this day he had only ever told Sora. Why was he keeping it such a secret? Was he afraid he would get into trouble for it? No. He had heard of many other boys that had been 'violated' in such a manner, and they had never got into trouble for it. It was always the offender who got in trouble. Yet because he had never told, his offender was still out there somewhere. Maybe he was doing the same thing to some other kid, or maybe…maybe he was planning on coming back for him. He couldn't even bare the thought of it. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but what if he wasn't? He really should have told someone. Why hadn't he told? He was afraid of what HE would do to him if he found out he told. After all these years, he was still afraid of him.

Could there have been a more terrifying situation? Would his parents have even believed him? He seemed like a perfect young man when his parents were around. That was why they had hired him to baby-sit Riku to begin with. They trusted him implicitly. And then, once they were out the door, he became a different person. Evil. Riku had only been six when it started, and he was eight the last time he saw him. Yes. He had let himself be tortured week after week for two entire years, never saying a word to his parents, and all because of fear. He hated his fear. He was too afraid to tell anyone, even though it would mean never having to worry about him again, and now he was afraid of a ridiculus dream. So afraid, he couldn't even get back to sleep.

Shaking slightly, Riku climbed up onto his roof via a very useful tree outside his window, where he sat down and lit a cigarette. Sure it was a bad habit, but sometimes it was the only thing that would calm him down. He deeply inhaled the strangely refreshing smoke, as his foot tapped nervously on the roof, then looked up at the stars. There was nothing to worry about. It was a perfectly normal night. He was just being stupid.

When he was halfway through his cigarette he heard the sound of someone climbing the tree, and knew that it could only be Sora. He lived next door and sometimes saw the light of his cigarette at night from his bedroom window. Just hearing him climbing up the tree made him relax enough that his foot stopped tapping. Nothing could be wrong if Sora was there with him. Sure enough, in moments, Riku's spikey-haired friend was up on the roof with him.

Sora gave Riku a look of concern, not sure exactly what to say. These things were getting more and more frequent. It seemed that instead of getting over his fear, it was getting worse every day.

"You okay?" He asked after a moment.

"Yeah." Riku said looking down at his bare feet. In all honesty, he didn't know if he was okay, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to admit it.

"Nightmares again?" Sora asked after a pause.

"Yeah." Riku said, hating the way it sounded. Little kids had nightmares.

"You wanna talk about it?" Sora asked.

"Not particularly." He said, taking another drag off of his cigarette, letting the smoke flow out of his nostrils.

"Riku…you need to tell me what's bugging you." The younger boy said, scooting a little closer to Riku. He knew that his friend wanted to be tough, but he also knew that he always felt better after he put his shield down and let Sora try to help him. "I can't help if you don't tell me."

Riku sighed.

"I don't know…I guess I just keep thinking that he's gonna come back." He said, turning to look at Sora to gauge what his reaction was. "Is that stupid?"

"No, that's not stupid." Sora said, putting an arm around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. "But he's not going to come back. He left a long time ago. You've just got to put it behind you." He whispered softly into his troubled friend's ear, gently rubbing his shoulder.

Riku rested his head on Sora's shoulder, giving up on his tough act, and giving himself over to Sora's affection. Sora may have been younger than him, but he somehow always seemed stronger emotionally. No one ever saw Sora acting like this. He absentmindedly put out his cigarette on the roof as he felt Sora's hand running through his hair. His eyes slowly relaxed shut.

No matter what was wrong, Sora always seemed to make it okay. Just the warmth of his arms and the loving tone of his voice caused the rest of the world to melt away.

In the back of his mind he heard the cold cruel laughter that had haunted his dreams.

'Don't be a cry-baby, Riku. The pain will go away. At least by the time next Friday rolls around.'

His eyes sprang open and he jerked up into a sitting position.

"Shh…s'okay..I'm here," Sora said. He caressed the side of Riku's face, causing him once again to relax into his bare shoulder; his aqua eyes melting shut again.

Riku felt Sora's lips press a kiss against his forehead, his hand gently running up and down Riku's pale shoulder. " I love you Riku." Sora whispered to him.

"I love you too." Riku said, just before drifting into a deep, relaxed sleep.

Sora watched in peaceful silence as Riku slept against his shoulder, thinking that he had to be the most beautiful human in the world. He would have been perfectly content to stay on the rooftop under the stars, and hold him forever. He wanted to remove all the pain from Riku's life. He hated that someone who had been through so much already had to continue feeling pain.

He knew that Riku sometimes felt weak because of the way he needed Sora to take care of him, but Sora did not think he was weak. His soul bore the scars of the things that had happened to him, and that was not weakness.

He sometimes wondered what it would have been like if Riku's ordeal with his baby-sitter had never happened. The two of them probably would have had sex. Riku was too uncomfortable with the idea, and Sora could not blame him. Sora did not want to do anything that Riku didn't want, and in the long run, sex wasn't that huge of a deal. It did not have the same meaning that times like this one had, but none the less, every time he saw the platinum haired teen, he could not help but want to make love to him. Maybe at fourteen he was too young to be thinking about having sex anyway.

Sora soon drifted off into sleep with Riku snuggled into his arms, both of them slowly slumping back to lay down instead of sit.

Neither boy had any clue that they were being watched.

"Riku…you need to wake up, Hun." Sora whispered to his sleeping angel.

"Hmmm?" Riku groaned.

"The sun's coming up. You can't get caught sleeping on the roof again. You're parents'll be pissed." The two of them had been caught sleeping together on the roof before. Riku's parent's told him that they did not want him to sleep up there again because of how often he fell out of bed at home. If he were to fall off of a three story building, the results would be quite messy. Sora was just happy that they hadn't thought anything of the fact that he was up there with him too, arms wrapped around him similarly to the way they were now. They had just wrote it off as something that had happened while they were asleep that neither of them could control. If either of their parents found out that they were gay, it would not be pretty.

Riku nuzzled Sora in the neck drowsily "Don't wanna get up… it's comfy here." He mumbled.

"I know…," Sora said, smiling. "But we've gotta get you to bed."

Riku opened his eyes slowly. "Alright." He said, pouting slightly.

Sora helped Riku up to his feet and the two of them climbed down into Riku's room.

"Can't you stay?" Riku pleaded as Sora pulled the covers up over him. Sora laughed a little.

"You know I can't stay, but I'll be here." He said, putting a hand on Riku's heart, He then kissed him softly on the lips. "Always."

Riku smiled and closed his eyes, starting to doze off as he heard the soft footsteps of Sora's bare feet crossing to the window.

Always…

The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon as Sora walked home. The world was still dark and peaceful, the sky was still dark blue, and a blue glow was cast over the entire island. He could not have imagined a more beautiful end to a beautiful night.

Everything seemed at rest as he lay down in his bed. Riku was still on his mind and he wondered if there was a way he could help him to forget about his trauma. He wanted Riku to be happy. He wanted the two of them to be happy together, forever.

He was almost asleep when his ears barely picked up a yelp of terror from next door. He knew that voice very well, and the fear he heard in it made the bottom drop out of his stomach.

Riku.

A/N: Well, there it is, Chapter 1. I hope you liked it. I'd like to hear your thoughts on the story, so Review please.