WARNING: This is a SEQUEL, meaning do not read it unless you read "The Mirror" first.
And if you haven't, go read it now.
Notes: Well here it is, the sequel you all begged me for.
XD I'm such a terrible person, you all wanted to know what happened to Axel and Roxas and Demyx and Zexion and I gave you...Riku and Sora.
Tee-hee I'm mean. XD
So...Enjoy and please, I cant stress this enough, review. I need your feedback, it helps me live.
Sora never understood why Riku cut himself.
It hurt, and Sora knew it.
He tried it once, in a vein attempt to stop Riku.
A threat of "Do it anymore and I will!"
Sora never thought it would hurt so bad, to injure himself like that and it not be enough to get the love of his life to stop doing the same.
In the two years they had been dating, and the many years they spent as best friends beforehand, Riku never told Sora why he cut himself or why he liked to spend the night at Sora's house so often.
Maybe Riku just really liked his mom or something, that was Sora's guess.
Because no one could like his snoring and bed hogging that much to want to spend practically every night there.
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Sora was laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling waiting for Riku to finish his shower and come to bed.
Oddly enough, Sora's mom had bought Sora a double bed a few years back, so Riku would always feel like he had a place to stay.
Another reason Sora guessed Riku stayed so often.
A white ceiling, a ceiling fan, bumps that gave it texture.
Sora stared and stared waiting for Riku.
He took way to long in the shower, he always has.
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Riku was sitting on the floor of Sora's cramped little shower, letting the water wash over him as he stared at his newest wound.
Not to deep, and not close to the vain.
In perfect line, just like the others.
He ran a finger over them, memories of terrible nights flooded back to him.
Stopping as he got to the new wound, he stared.
He knew cutting himself hurt Sora, so why couldn't he stop?
He knew it didn't do any good, but what else could he do?
He couldn't relieve his stress and anger any other way, he took solace in this.
The water began getting cold, signaling it was time for him to take his leave of the shower and get dressed, into the arms of his adoring boyfriend.
If he could stay every night in those arms, comfort and love and warmth, he would never again cut.
He wouldn't need to.
He would finally have someone there to hold him through the tough times.
To simply hug him, when he begged for it the most.
Unfortunately, those times he begged for it, he was at his house, listening to the silence that held so many lies.
He would cut and cry silently, trying not to wake anyone.
He would taste his blood, so to stop it from staining his sheets, and he would cry even more thinking about how Sora might react to this one.
But it never stopped him.
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"Hey…" Sora called to his silver haired best friend as he entered the room, clad in only a towel that hung loosely around his hips, promising so many things but never fulfilling them.
Sora envied Riku.
It seemed like Riku spent his every minute inside, away from the outdoors and any exercise, and yet he was so fit.
He was lean, but not without muscle.
Riku was far from not having any muscle, and somehow you could see his every bone clearly under his skin.
The ones Sora was currently staring at were the two barely holding up Riku's towel.
His two hip bones jetting out from his body gave him a fairly girly figure, not that Sora complained.
He was drying his hair with a second towel Sora had yet to notice, his eyes back onto the towel that hung at Riku's waist and grazed his knees.
"Sora?" Riku called, "Sora, honey you there?"
Snapping back to reality, Sora smiled and blushed a bit, "Oh yeah, sorry…I got…"
"Distracted?"
Another blush, Sora couldn't help himself, "Goodness Riku! Put some pants on before that towel comes undone and you…" Sora stopped and enjoyed the metal image of this.
"Do this?" Riku dropped the towel, and Sora's mouth hung open.
He could hardly speak, dumbfounded, "W-why are you wearing boxers under your towel?" He finally managed to get out.
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Riku and Sora walked hand in hand to school the next morning, like they did whenever Riku spent the night.
They had gotten over the weird looks and how people talked, because no matter what, people would talk.
One of those people was a deep red haired girl with blue eyes.
She was one of Riku and Sora's closest friends, since she moved here from some garden place in early childhood.
At least, that's what she tells everyone.
"Hey guys! Over here!!" She called, waving frantically at the two boys.
She was with a group of her friends, ones Riku couldn't stand and Sora was more then happy to be with.
Sora was more then happy to be near anyone, that's the way he was.
Maybe that's why everyone loved him so much.
Walking at a brisk pace over to their friends, Sora smiled sweetly and asked, "What's the matter Kairi?"
Her face was priceless.
She was shocked, yet smiling and happy.
"You have to see this!" She quickly pulled Riku and Sora into her circle of friends, causing them the same look of dumbfounded, happy, idiocy.
"Whoa…"
"My goodness…"
Utter, and complete, shock.
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Riku kissed Sora goodbye in front of his first period.
Math, oh joy.
What Kairi had shown him was still fresh in his mind, and his thoughts were torn.
Just last week he heard him telling Hayner how he was gay for him, and now this?
It just didn't make any sense to Riku.
He himself was gay, and that never happened to him.
Riku's first period teacher had these heartless blue eyes, and striking pink hair.
He always tied it back, and encouraged Riku and some of the other long haired males to do the same.
It looked more "Professional".
Like anyone really cared what Mr. Loire had to say.
What Kairi had showed Riku about that boy was still swimming in his head, drawing all his thoughts into it.
Why would that happen?
It didn't make sense.
"Mr. kajitsu, would you please listen to what I have to say and stop daydreaming in my class?"
Mr. Loire was scary in his own right, but not as much as some of the other teachers.
Still, scary to the point of wanting to listen to him in fear of him eating your soul.
Straightening up in his chair, Riku smiled, chuckled nervously, "Sorry Mr. Loire, I have a lot on my mind and-"
The pink haired teacher put a hand up to stop him, "Mr. Kajitsu, I really, really, couldn't care less about your personal life. Leave your problems at the door and pick them back up when you go, understood?"
Riku nodded, and proceeded to slink down in his seat.
His mind was somewhere else all class period, but he hid it slightly better.
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Sora was in just as much trouble.
He shared a first period with Roxas, not that Roxas ever paid attention to that.
Sora was pretty sure he didn't even know he was in his class.
Sharing the same torture from Mr. Tribal.
But today, Roxas seemed more out of it then usual.
Just like every day, Sora waved to him and he didn't notice.
He wished he could help the obviously suffering kid, but he didn't know how.
Sora had an idea where the bruises always came from, but he didn't say anything.
Oddly, there was a pang of guilt in his heart when Riku told him Roxas was cutting himself.
Sora sat opposite side of the room then Roxas, and always got here early.
Probably a reason he never saw him.
Roxas sat near the door, and Sora sat near a window.
There was a seat open next to Roxas, and Sora wished that one day Mr. Tribal would get sick, so there would be a substitute.
That way, Sora could sit next to Roxas and get to know him.
But Mr. Tribal never got sick. A miracle, seriously.
There was a new student today though, and he sat next to Roxas.
Sora's heart sang with hope for the two boys.
Maybe the would become friends and then he wouldn't be alone anymore.
More guilt.
If Sora wanted him to have friends so bad, why didn't he just talk to him?
Something about Roxas pushed Sora away from him, he didn't know what.
The new kid had red hair, that jetted out behind him like he went through a high speed wind tunnel to dry it in the mornings.
He also had green eyes, really bright. Even brighter then Riku's, and to Sora, that said a lot.
Underneath his shining green eyes were facial tattoos.
Facial tattoos.
And this was a sophomore class.
How did he get those being he had to been just sixteen, at the oldest, to be in this class?
If Sora were to ever get facial tattoos, he thought, he would make them worth while.
Not just some small purple lines, hardly noticeable.
But noticeable enough, at least to catch Sora's gaze.
Sora was bright, just kind of obvious.
And if Sora saw them, they were attention getting.
His heart smiled wide, but his mouth stayed placid.
The new kid was talking to Roxas, making friends with him.
And Roxas, Roxas was…Smiling!
Sora had never seen his smile before.
It was warm and wonderful.
It was genuine.
Sora missed the old days, when his smile was genuine.
He knew he had one like Roxas' once.
Nowadays though, it was all a lie.
Sora smiled and seemed happy.
But it was all a cover for something much worse.
But Roxas…Roxas looked happy.
Like…real happy.
Not like Sora's happy, and it pained him.
Sora felt another tang of guilt.
No, envy.
Sora's didn't even notice how hard he was holding his pencil until it nosily broke in half in his clenched fist.
Note: XD I hate document manager...I had these nice pretty space holders and it KILLED THEM. Sad day. Well I got a replacement but still....grrr
Okay, so there you go, chapter one of "Masks", the sequel to "The Mirror".
I hope you liked it since you were all begging me to write it.
So please, review, fav, and alert!
Be looking for more soon, okay?
Byes!
