Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Kingdom Hearts doesn't belong to me. Neither
does Kingdom Hearts 2. But 3 now...evil cackle
AN: Small note to the kiddies. This will eventually be yaoi. Yes, yaoi. That's male/male sex stuff. -; So if you don't like it, don't read it. On with the fic!
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Prologue
It was hard to not think of him. He was there, every hour of the day, every minute of every hour. He would show up in the mornings without warning, hanging on his windowsill and poking him awake so they could go to their island early to watch the sunrise, and he would deliberately make him wait until the sun was setting to go home. But Sora never once complained. And after two years of searching for Riku, he still wouldn't change his habits now that he was home. So, without being woken up this time, he crawled out of his small bed and pulled on some clothes, not bothering to see if they matched. Most of his wardrobe had turned black by now anyway. He walked silently downstairs and wrote a small note to tell his mother that he would be on the island for a while today, like every day, but not to worry because he'd be home by dinner. It was only a common courtesy now, because she knew where he would be going, but it didn't stop him from remembering the way she'd collapsed when she'd seen him walk in, new scars showing through ripped clothing that couldn't be cured away. He remembered the way she silently cried even when he moved forward and received the tightest hug of his life, his own arms wrapping silently around her. He was only going on seventeen now, which meant Riku, if he were alive still, would be going on eighteen.
He made his way through the still deserted, dark streets of his town to the docks, giving a sad look to the one boat that was slowly going moldy. It was Riku's and no one dared to touch it lest Sora get upset. Truth be told, Sora didn't want to see it anymore. It only reminded him of his own failure. His failure to keep a promise to bring Riku back. With a heavy sigh on his lips, he fell into his own boat, pushing away from the low dock to head over to Destiny Islands, where he could watch the sunrise easily in peace. So many things had changed for him, but this would remain the same. It was his own way of remembering peaceful times, when Riku and he would spar but never fight all out, of when they used to hang around on the Paopu tree, and of when they believed in the monsters of the cave.
He stopped paddling for a moment and let the current carry him a little way. The day in the cave, he and Riku had first seen that door, but no one else ever had. Not even Kairi until the day the islands disappeared. They'd questioned it then, but he hated to go back there anymore. An idea struck him and he nodded to himself, starting to paddle again. That door would no longer be a threat. Even if he had to move boulders, he would close it up. But not until after the sunrise, not until he remembered again what good friends they had been and what he was suddenly without. Mechanically, he tied his boat to the dock and climbed out, moving to sit on the edge, not even looking up from the horizon when the sun had turned the sky a faint line of green and another one of his so-called friends showed up. They kept telling him to forget about Riku, that he had been the cause of Sora's suffering, not his happiness. He wanted to tell them to fuck off. He wanted to tell them to go to hell and quit badmouthing his best friend before he completely went nuts and attacked them all. But he didn't. Because he was Sora, the islands' new golden boy, in Riku's place. And heaven forbid if he did anything like that. So silently, he watched until the sun was rising above the horizon until he stood up, turning away from the person who called his name with a question and heading back to the secret place. It was time to end the threat of another nightmare.
His shoes were silent as he went back into the cave, hands feeling over still dark and cool walls. That door would be sealed if it was the last thing he did, and he was going to make sure nothing ever came through it again. As he stepped into the final chamber, he glared at the door, then looked to the side, kneeling by a boulder before starting to push it. A sudden shaft of light made him look up sharply, then his keyblade appear in his hand as he summoned it, a determined look on his face. The door was again, opening.
TBC
AN: I'm actually at school, and I don't know where I cracked this out from. But sorry it's short, and don't worry, the next chapter should be longer. whistles I know, I should be working on the other one, but hey, I don't care. This idea hit me and I'm going to follow through with it...or at least try to. And reviews make me work faster, especially with constructive criticism.
AN: Small note to the kiddies. This will eventually be yaoi. Yes, yaoi. That's male/male sex stuff. -; So if you don't like it, don't read it. On with the fic!
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Prologue
It was hard to not think of him. He was there, every hour of the day, every minute of every hour. He would show up in the mornings without warning, hanging on his windowsill and poking him awake so they could go to their island early to watch the sunrise, and he would deliberately make him wait until the sun was setting to go home. But Sora never once complained. And after two years of searching for Riku, he still wouldn't change his habits now that he was home. So, without being woken up this time, he crawled out of his small bed and pulled on some clothes, not bothering to see if they matched. Most of his wardrobe had turned black by now anyway. He walked silently downstairs and wrote a small note to tell his mother that he would be on the island for a while today, like every day, but not to worry because he'd be home by dinner. It was only a common courtesy now, because she knew where he would be going, but it didn't stop him from remembering the way she'd collapsed when she'd seen him walk in, new scars showing through ripped clothing that couldn't be cured away. He remembered the way she silently cried even when he moved forward and received the tightest hug of his life, his own arms wrapping silently around her. He was only going on seventeen now, which meant Riku, if he were alive still, would be going on eighteen.
He made his way through the still deserted, dark streets of his town to the docks, giving a sad look to the one boat that was slowly going moldy. It was Riku's and no one dared to touch it lest Sora get upset. Truth be told, Sora didn't want to see it anymore. It only reminded him of his own failure. His failure to keep a promise to bring Riku back. With a heavy sigh on his lips, he fell into his own boat, pushing away from the low dock to head over to Destiny Islands, where he could watch the sunrise easily in peace. So many things had changed for him, but this would remain the same. It was his own way of remembering peaceful times, when Riku and he would spar but never fight all out, of when they used to hang around on the Paopu tree, and of when they believed in the monsters of the cave.
He stopped paddling for a moment and let the current carry him a little way. The day in the cave, he and Riku had first seen that door, but no one else ever had. Not even Kairi until the day the islands disappeared. They'd questioned it then, but he hated to go back there anymore. An idea struck him and he nodded to himself, starting to paddle again. That door would no longer be a threat. Even if he had to move boulders, he would close it up. But not until after the sunrise, not until he remembered again what good friends they had been and what he was suddenly without. Mechanically, he tied his boat to the dock and climbed out, moving to sit on the edge, not even looking up from the horizon when the sun had turned the sky a faint line of green and another one of his so-called friends showed up. They kept telling him to forget about Riku, that he had been the cause of Sora's suffering, not his happiness. He wanted to tell them to fuck off. He wanted to tell them to go to hell and quit badmouthing his best friend before he completely went nuts and attacked them all. But he didn't. Because he was Sora, the islands' new golden boy, in Riku's place. And heaven forbid if he did anything like that. So silently, he watched until the sun was rising above the horizon until he stood up, turning away from the person who called his name with a question and heading back to the secret place. It was time to end the threat of another nightmare.
His shoes were silent as he went back into the cave, hands feeling over still dark and cool walls. That door would be sealed if it was the last thing he did, and he was going to make sure nothing ever came through it again. As he stepped into the final chamber, he glared at the door, then looked to the side, kneeling by a boulder before starting to push it. A sudden shaft of light made him look up sharply, then his keyblade appear in his hand as he summoned it, a determined look on his face. The door was again, opening.
TBC
AN: I'm actually at school, and I don't know where I cracked this out from. But sorry it's short, and don't worry, the next chapter should be longer. whistles I know, I should be working on the other one, but hey, I don't care. This idea hit me and I'm going to follow through with it...or at least try to. And reviews make me work faster, especially with constructive criticism.