A/N: Alright, so this story was given to me by a very close friend. I've been helping write it, but now… well, it's mine now, so… It's been taken off, and now it's back up. Under a new name and everything, so… read and enjoy. Or something.
Prologue:
Sick Of The Silence
Benton, Mississippi was quiet. A refuge of sorts. A small town with a one-man police force—who also doubled as the high-school's football coach. Randy India. An unlikely couple when stood next to his wife, Moonflower Love India. Fresh out of high school, the two were married, and nine months later, a nameless baby boy was born, with an unruly mop of cinnamon hair and cerulean eyes, Moonflower was determined to name him Skydaisy, if not for Randy's objections. And a month later, the name was settled. Sora Darling India. A compromise.
The Benton teachers had never had a case like this one. Sora was a devil with a sugar sweet personality. This boy was a burst of excitement to the small town, however short-lived it was. At fifteen, Sora India disappeared.
A search party was never sent; a missing person's report never filed. It was well known that the brunet would not be found, as he had most definitely run away. And so, Sora India was gone from Benton, on his way north. For a "change of scenery," he'd stated simply. Like the wind, he was there and gone in a flash, on to the next setting in nothing less than a hurry.
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Riku Madison was seventeen when he first saw this boy. A shorter brunet with rebellious hair, not quite restrained by a black bandanna. His eyes glittering with excited joy as he clung to the back of a friendly-looking woman on a deep purple Harley.
Riku watched as the boy got off and gave the woman an assuring thumbs-up, which she returned and promptly tore off on the loud beast of a vehicle she rode. With a wide grin plastered on his face, this boy glanced around. Siverland, Alabama. A gentle town, much like Benton. He spotted the silver-haired boy and raised his eyebrows in a somewhat challenging manner.
Riku blinked curiously as he was approached.
"See something interesting, Aqua?"
Riku frowned, "Aqua?"
"Your eyes. Why were you staring?"
"That woman, did you know her?"
"Not really. Did you?
"No."
He scratched the back of his neck, "Right. Is there somewhere in this town I can stay?"
"Not really. Did you hitchhike here?"
"You betcha I did. From Mississippi, baby." The brunet smirked and stretched his arms above his head, "Looks like I'm gonna have to go farther too, if there's nowhere here to stay. Nice meetin' ya, Aqua." He started to saunter off, only to be called back.
"Hey. Wait. You want to come to my place? I just got off work and was headed home anyway." Riku was surprised at the words flowing from his mouth, why now? After Roxas?
"Sure. Why not?" He grinned, "I guess you'll want my name, won't you? Well, it's Sora. Sora Darling India."
"I'm Riku Madison. I live alone, so you don't have to worry about my parents." He beckoned Sora to follow as he began to walk.
"Why?"
"'Why' what?"
"Why do you live alone?"
Riku looked down at the unfaltering brunet, "I was disowned."
"Rough," Sora said softly, "I'm up here, 'cause I ran away."
"Why?"
"I was sick of the silence." Sora watched as Riku unlocked and opened the door to his apartment, "Why are you trusting me? What if I rape and kill you in the night?"
"I don't think you will. Couch is right there. G'night."
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A/N: I forgot to say, there's a song for every person in here. Some are really easy, and some are pretty hard. Guess if you can.