Title. notice.
Author. Whore-for-words.
Fandom. Kingdom hearts.
Disclaimer. Not mine.
"In every coma-lover's kiss collides with truth.
And every tongue that slips will drip onto your bruise.
And I know disguise the lies that you fed me last night these plots are breeding grounds for nothing but the worst and nothing could be worse and I know why. "
-the bled.
Sora was a boy not to be ignored.
He was Sora. His siren blue eyes sent shivers down anyone who could meet his gaze, not to mention his clothes. How bright could a boy dress?
Sora was a boy not to be ignored.
Everyone figured it was his bright and magnetic personality. How could anybody not love a boy whose pout could even make Leon break? Sora knew the truth. Sora liked the attention, enough. He liked his pretty friends. He liked the anonymous love letters in his locker, but Sora knew what he was doing.
Sora was determined, because each night Sora would come home from all those outings he was invited to by his beautiful friends. He came home to an empty house. His father had died when he was younger, nobody knew that though. Sora's mother the only woman (in) his life, wasn't in his life, so Sora kissed boys.
Sora kissed Riku. Sora kissed Riku in the living room an hour after his mother was supposed to be home (because after all she was only going out for drinks.).
Sora bit Riku in all the right places, knowing Riku would bite harder (hopefully leave marks), cause the both of them had always been so competitive.
Sora let Riku do things to him in his mother's bed, things that made his heart beat faster, things that his mother would never approve of.
Sora just hoped all this pretending wouldn't go to waste, hopefully his mother would catch him, yell at him.
notice him.
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