This is the first fanfiction of mine that hasn't been a 'one shot.'
I am new to this whole fanfiction thing... so I ask you; if you do decide to comment on my post, please do so fairly. I do not consider myself any good at writing stories (I like writing to pass the time... nothing more). Please feel free to comment on my writing skills. I won't appreciate flames though; as I think that they are pointless and it just wastes too much energy. I don't understand how one could be so angry.. and I certainly don't appreciate it here thanks.
I chose Riku X Sora, as they are a favourite of mine, but I know it may be a little outdated at this point... I realise I may not have many readers :( (which is a pity because I love them XD). I remember completing the game around 6 years ago and I always thought that the relationship between those characters were more than the game let on... maybe it was just me?
Anyway, I don't have to tell you that this fic contains Yaoi. If you don't like boy on boy, then you either clicked this on mistake or you're in denial ;)
P.S: We all know that I don't own KH nor any of the characters. So please don't sue me!
P.P.S: Without insulting your intelligence; the odd symbols are supposed to denote a change in character. I know this doesn't take a genius to figure out... but I thought I'd state it nonetheless, just to be on the safe side ;).
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"No matter what happens, I will always love you. You will always come first". The woman stood next to the young boy and took him firmly in her arms, grasping and squeezing the life out of him.
Riku could see the tears forming in her perfect eyes. He desperately wanted to ask what the hell was going on but it became apparent that he wouldn't have the time, as the woman holding him forcefully took his arm and led him to the window.
"Now listen" she said, her voice shaking "I want you to jump and run. You have to keep running Riku. Promise me you won't give up".
The tears were freely running down her face now. He reached out and took her cheek in his small hand, running his thumb over the delicate moisture.
"Promise me" she repeated with urgency. Riku sighed. He didn't know what was going on and he was more terrified then he'd ever been in his life, although he wouldn't admit that to anyone, especially not her.
He was unable to form any words, so gulping frantically his eyes met a tear-soaked set of turquoise orbs. He wanted to look at her forever but something told him they were running out of time.
"I promise" he managed to say eventually.
She gave him one quick hug and shoved a small envelope in his hand. "This should explain everything. I knew something like this would happen" she quivered. "Now please go; there's not much time"
Hesitantly taking the envelope, Riku took one last glance and the only woman he'd ever love and jumped out of the window. He fell to the ground harshly, letting out a restrained groan. He wanted to scream but he knew he'd only attract unwanted attention.
Mustering all his strength, he got up and limped as quickly as he could towards the garden that stood behind the dingy two bedroom house. He made his way over to the makeshift fence that hazily sat at the bottom of the long stretch of grass. He knew there were gaps in the meshed wire; remembering all the drunk teenagers who'd cut through his garden on their journey home throughout the years.
He quickly found an opening, and tossing the envelope on the other side, he clawed his way through the small hole. How people managed to do this on a weekly basis he'd never know!
Slightly out of breath, Riku chanced one last glance at the house he'd grown so accustomed to. There was a field behind the house, and Riku took a chance and hid behind a tree close to the building. He knew she wanted him to keep running but he had to know what he was running from.
Curiously he stood and watched the woman who was only with him moments before suddenly turn away from the window. Her shoulders were hunched up in panic. Riku couldn't see who was talking to her.
He couldn't hear anything...
Except for the gun shot seconds later.
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Riku gasped. Cold beads of sweat were running down his back, neck and face at a rapid rate. He glanced automatically at the clock. It was 3:30am! How the hell would he manage at school tomorrow?
He groaned out loud. He hated school. He didn't mind the academic part; it was the people he hated. Everyone was the same; the same mindless, egocentric, "let's all judge each other on everything 'cos that's what's important in life" kind of people.
He couldn't stand the attention. Yes he was popular but not by choice. If he had his way, everyone would just leave him alone. He supposed it was this in itself that made him intriguing to other students; the whole break away from the stereotypical norm, coupled with his general isolation and good looks (so he'd been told) made him a mystery and fascination to all who saw him.
He sighed and stared at the blank ceiling. He doubted he'd get any sleep now. Almost every night he'd have that nightmare. It was starting to get to him.
He searched his brain for any possible negotiation to get him back to sleep. He could still feel his heart beating rapidly. He only had two solutions for his insomnia, and both weren't rational or orthodox in many people's eyes (not that he'd tell anyone about it). Admitting defeat, he leaned over his single bed and groped the floor underneath searching for something, his long silver mane falling to his face, impairing his vision in the small darkened room that was only lit by the dim glow of moonlight.
Upon lightly touching the small wooden box hidden away, he knew his search was over. Sighing again, he retrieved it and opened it without caution.
God he hated this. But he also hated the thought of going to school tomorrow and right now all he wanted to do was sleep.
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Sora couldn't wait to start school tomorrow! In fact he was so excited about finally being a senior that he couldn't get an ounce of sleep. Not that it mattered. Sora was one of those people who had too much energy for someone of their size and a couple of hours of sleep deprivison was not going to impair that. It was one of his main characteristics; the fact that he could be so energetic and optimistic no matter what circumstance he was in.
He stretched out on the bed, his back digging into the soft mattress. He lazily drew both his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He was too excited. He wanted to go next door and wake up Roxas and tell him so, but he knew his brother would kill him. Roxas wasn't as eccentric or as energetic as Sora. The only thing they shared in common was their stubbornness and Sora didn't want to risk an argument at half 3 in the morning over something as stupid as waking his twin up for no apparent reason (even though he had every right to, and it was a good reason damn it!).
A small, innocent smile appeared on the young man's lips. Everything would be better this year; he'd be the top year in school, he'd get to meet other people (he had worked hard last year and he was hoping to be placed in a more advanced English class this year) and he'd be 18 soon enough (although he and Roxas were born in late August, but he wouldn't let that thought bother him too much).
Yep he couldn't wait. Just a few hours to go and he'd be arriving in school with a new status. A new school year meant almost a new beginning. And he was sure he'd make this year count.