Well, this idea popped into my head and wouldn't go away ^^ This will be the tale of Riku and how he came to be in Twilight Town. Takes place before Truth and should probably only be a chapter or two (who knows, I'm the one writing…).

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Please enjoy and happy reading!

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There it was again. That odd twinge and heated tingle that seeped through his chest and dripped down to his legs. He shook his head. No, no, it was something else. He did have lunch before gym period, maybe that was the problem. Heartburn or something.

But as his eyes caught sight at his changing classmates, the sensation continued again and again. He finally caught his eyes lingering too long on Tidus. How disturbing. But caught in the midst of puberty, Tidus was gaining some serious muscle from his constant blitzball practice sessions. Not that that mattered at all.

Riku looked down at his own chest. He was on the blitzball team as well. His chest was packing with muscle and his stomach was showing faint ripples of a developing six pack. But when he looked at himself, he didn't get that odd sensation. So weird.

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He had a date tonight. Some girl who had asked him out. What was her name; Mandy, Sandy, Candy? Maybe it was Linda. But the poor girl had been brave enough to step up to him after class and boldly ask him for a night out together. How could he deny such a courageous act? The poor thing had been shaking where she stood and after Riku had assessed her, he decided she wasn't half bad looking. She was rather pretty actually with chocolately shoulder length curls and emerald eyes hidden behind stylish glasses. He had shrugged nonchalantly when she finally stammered out the words and agreed to go out with her for a night.

He wasn't particularly interested but when he informed his mother of his date, she had been thrilled. His father was working and Riku hadn't decided whether he really wanted to tell his dad or not. The man would probably exude some subtle form of pride, offer up some money to ensure a successful date and maybe inquire about the girl. He should probably figure out what her name was.

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Destiny Islands was a pretty conservative little town and old time traditions were prominently implemented in all of the growing children. Riku couldn't help but follow the tradition as he stepped up to the girl's front door. He had mused the entire walk to her place what her name could be and had settled on what he thought was the answer. Hopefully she'd be the one to answer the door, but he'd have to work his charm if he screwed things up otherwise.

His misfortune laughed in his face when an older man, balding with overly large glasses opened the door. "May I help you?"

Riku did his best to straighten up and look interested. "I'm here for Cindy. We have a date tonight." This was the big moment now. He took a stab with the name and could only hope that if he was wrong he'd be able to charm his way with one annoyed father. The man eyed Riku over, obviously not impressed with his sleeveless black hoodie and baggie pants that were held up by his studded belt. He didn't mind. He was used to such looks from the other parents.

"Cindy, your date is here," the man called over his shoulder. Riku mentally relaxed. Good, he wouldn't have to receive the stink eye. "What's your name, son?"

Riku hated being referred to as 'son.' "Riku Kanjo, sir," he said. Old guys liked being called "sir" didn't they?

Cindy appeared in a flowing white skirt and a low cut green sweater that matched her eyes which were no longer covered by glasses and accented by a touch of mascara. Very pretty, Riku thought.

"Don't be mean, daddy. I'll be home later." She moved past her father and latched on Riku's arm, giggling like a child and pulling him away from her house toward the sidewalk. Riku didn't bother to look back to the girl's father. He would rather not get the look that blamed him for corrupting the man's sweet innocent daughter.

Could he even be blamed for that? He barely remembered the girl's name.

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At least Cindy was a blabber. She went on and on so he didn't have to say much. Where was the stuttering shy girl that looking like she was going to hurl her lunch when asking him out?

There was a small diner at the center of town. It was really the only hot spot in the small coastal town beside the movie theater. As the pair sat facing each other, Riku focused on a spot just barely over the girl's shoulder. The walls were painted by some artist and there were some pretty cool paintings of places around the island. Pictures of the school's sports teams crowded the walls. He was in a few of those.

"What about you?"

Damn. She got him.

"Sorry, the paintings caught my attention for a moment." He should get points for being honest and she looked like she was willing to forgive him.

"I asked if you've seen the new movie playing in the theater yet. Maybe we can go see it."

He didn't even know what was playing. Cindy leaned forward against the table, the perfect angle to see down her shirt. Perfect view, two round globes pushed together suggestively.

"Ah, no, I haven't."

He gulped.

He was fifteen. Puberty was working in him. He was hormonal.

Why did the sight of her chest do nothing to excite him?

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It was a total fluke, he thought, as he entered his house. It wasn't him, it was Cindy. She just didn't turn him on. She talked too much and despite her innocent portrayal, she had leaned into him far too much during the movie to be considered pure. It was her, she just didn't turn him on; she wasn't his type.

What the hell was his type?

"Oh, how was it sweetie?"

Riku stopped in the archway to the living room where his parents sat with some game show booming audience applause in the background. "Not bad," he said. "I don't think we really hit it off, though."

His mother sat with her legs tucked under her and a crossword book on her lap. She gave him a sympathetic smile. "Sorry, dear."

His father was relaxed in his recliner with some drink. "Wouldn't kiss you, would she?" He laughed while Riku's mother clucked her tongue.

Riku frowned. "Something like that." He couldn't image Cindy would have shut up long enough for a kiss anyways.

His mother then spoke up, "By the way, Sora called. He just wanted to talk, so you should call him tomorrow. It's late now."

Something spread through him at that moment when his best friend's name was mentioned. That. That tingly feeling in his chest came again. It was warm and odd but not unpleasant.

"Okay," he said and headed up the stairs to his room. What in the world was this feeling?

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Sora moved away four years ago. They had been next door neighbors and their parents had been good friends. Sora was there as far back as Riku could remember. He remembered when he started school. Sora and Roxas were a year younger and would start the following year. At home, he felt like the king of the mountain as he told the twins all about the work they had to do and how it was so hard and that it was too much for either of them to handle. But whenever he was in school, he remembered faintly how nervous he usually was with all the older kids around him.

But Sora and Roxas gobbled his stories up and he always like the attention they gave him. He got along with Sora especially well. There were more alike, with their interest in sports than Roxas who liked his crayons. But the three of them were quite tightly knit and it seemed that they spent every day out at their play island. They got on well enough with the other island children, but the three of them were just peas in a pod.

He remembered the day. It was early fall. He'd just turned eleven. Sora had burst into his room, his eyes overflowing with tears. "We're leaving!" he shouted and hugged Riku tight. "Dad said we're going away and you can't come with us!"

Their father had gotten a new job with a different construction company way out in Twilight Town. Four hours away. Light years to kids their age. Sora didn't go quietly. Roxas was very much like Riku in terms of how they got upset; both boys brooded silently to themselves.

It seemed like the twins were right there, a window across from his one night where they would sit in their open windowsills and laugh together and the next night, all Riku could do was stare at the moon and the closed window. Their room was dark. Empty.

Much like himself.

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They kept in contact. Sora called Riku at least once a week but he could clock in at five calls in two days if given the chance. Riku didn't have to dial the number too much since Sora was too impatient to wait for his best friend's number to show up. He took the liberty to place the call himself.

Their calls were usually the same. They would talk about their day and what was going on. Sometimes they would reminisce on old times or Sora would inquire about what was happening about the island. Riku hardly asked about Twilight Town. He did ask about Roxas a lot.

Seems Roxas latched onto some Hayner kid right away after their move. Riku knew this bothered Sora who hadn't made friends right away like his brother. It was odd; Sora was more sociable than Roxas. But it didn't take long and suddenly Sora was spouting on and on about…

"I'm going to Kairi's place for lunch this afternoon. Dad's off today, so we're all going. Roxas is bringing Hayner and the gang. Man, Riku, I wish you could be here. It's the best pizza I've ever had."

At first he had been relieved more than anything when Sora starting talking about the girl. Good, he had thought, now he doesn't have to mope about being all alone anymore. But over time he had easily gotten sick of hearing about the girl; Kairi likes this, she wants to go here, guess what Kairi and I did today? It was a bit infuriating and Riku starting cutting their phone time shorter and shorter.

"Sounds great. Maybe I can come up for a visit sometime and try it."

Sora probably wet himself hearing such a proposition. "Man, that would be so amazing! You'd love it here, Riku! It's so quiet and nice and everyone is really friendly and there's lots to do and places to see!"

Riku felt a knot form in his throat and swallowed it down. He was on his bed, head resting against his pillow and staring at his ceiling. Same ceiling. Same day.

"I can only imagine."

Seems Sora didn't miss the boring island life after all.

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Riku expected the same daily school routine on Monday. What he didn't expect was being knocked sideways by a large chest and a body wrapping around his arm.

"Morning, Riku!"

Ah, Cindy. They hadn't talked since their date and as far as he knew, they weren't dating. She apparently had other plans.

"Walk me to class, okay?"

She was a little forceful. But she was still nice.

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Guys were crude, Riku deduced. He knew he never talked like they did, though he didn't have the nicest thoughts all the time. He was sensible enough to keep everything to himself, at least.

"Was it any good?"

"Hells yeah, man. Just seeing her spread before me panting my name. Man, I got those warm tingles. She was screaming all night."

The group all laughed, bumped fists with the story teller. So not classy but…

Warm tingles, eh? He understood that feeling. But hearing the tale incited a whole new feeling inside of him.

Uncertainty. Worry.

He felt those warm tingles before. But not for any girl.

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It'd been weeks since Cindy decided they were supposedly dating and she was getting pushy. Riku knew he should have told her off, but having a girl on his arm made him feel a little better about himself, especially with his dawning revelation.

Now that he could understand why he didn't get that curious sensation whenever he looked at his supposed 'girlfriend,' he felt that need to keep her closer. No reason to suddenly break things off and give anyone reason to be suspicious. Cindy was a good looking girl and rather sweet (in front of others) though she had a mouth to her. It was an easy relationship for him. He just had to take her out to places and act interested, give his two cents here and there and a smooch when she wanted it.

She wanted more though, even he could tell. But damn, it'd only been weeks and she was moving fast. He didn't come across as that kind of guy, did he? Of course not, his faked interest could only be believed to a point, right? Could she really think he wanted to do anything else with her?

You're a hormonal teenager, his mind reminded him. Damn, so much for trying to be normal.

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Riku yawned and finally put his book down onto the floor next to his bed. At least his reading for school was done. Most likely he'd be the only one in class who had actually completed the reading. He got comfortable and allowed his body to sink into the mattress.

"Oh, are you tired? You should sleep, we can talk tomorrow."

He'd nearly forgotten that he was on the phone with Sora. The device was hot against his ear, but after hours of the phone being there he lost notice to it. They hadn't really said a word to each other in nearly twenty minutes, but it was a common thing for them whenever a call was made at night. Riku had urged Sora to do his homework which the boy feebly protested, but when Riku claimed he was going to do his own work Sora conceded and they fell into an easy silence where each other's presence was all that was needed.

"It's fine, if you still wanna talk." Truthfully, Riku didn't want to get off the phone. He was feeling a bit lonely on the island without his best friend. He had begun to unknowingly stray away from the few somewhat friends he had. As he was trying to figure himself out, he was becoming increasingly paranoid that his potentially odd interests were obviously evident. So he was craving some time with his favorite person, even if they hadn't seen each other in years.

Riku heard the sounds of Sora moving around and the click of what might have been the light switch. "No, I think I'm gonna go to sleep."

Riku yawned again. "Fine. Night, Sora."

"Sweet dreams, Riku."

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Blitzball practice was rapidly becoming more and more uncomfortable. It was a full contact sport and not only that, playing in the water certainly wasn't helping.

He looked around at his sopping wet teammates, all of them in nothing but their swim trunks. He caught himself staring more than once and when Tidus had shouted his name and threw the ball to him, he had barely captured it with the tips of his fingers. He couldn't escape the harsh stare from the captain the entire session and forced himself to focus on the game.

He had rushed through a shower and changing and headed straight home. He was supposed to meet up with Cindy but he wasn't really in the mood. He'd have to call her and cancel their plans, make up some excuse. Not feeling well. Too much homework. Something would work.

How in the world was he supposed to go on if instead of staring at the developing girls around him he was staring at the developing boys. He couldn't possibly be…!

Breathe, Riku, he thought. This had to be some sort of phase. All teens had experimental urges at some point, his were just a bit out a whack. He had a supposed girlfriend, he was normal. But still, she did nothing to get him excited and it just made him nervous. Maybe…maybe if he pushed himself. Maybe if he did do things with Cindy, his interest would shift to her and other girls.

It was all he could hope for.

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Fuck, it was hot. A perfect mouth working to please him, soft lips melding against his flesh and a delicate tongue swirling perfectly. Yes, his mind hissed. The kind of release he needed.

His hips urged him to thrust into that hot mouth but he knew he needed to restrain himself. He'd never had anything like this done before but it felt amazing. He threw his head back, opened his mouth with an exhaled breath, noticed he was on his bed with soft blue sheets cool beneath his fingers. "Fuck!" The heat of an impending orgasm pooled. He was close.

"Does it feel good, Riku?"

His heart jolted from his chest as he heard that voice and looked down to see spiky brown hair and wide, ten-year-old blue eyes. Swollen little lips, and an eager expression on that face. It was over, he was done, and his hips jerked with the force of his orgasm.

He'd had morning wood when he'd woken up before. Normal teenager.

That however, had been his first wet dream. And when he noticed the sticky mess in his boxers and remembered just what he dreamt about, for the first time in his life, Riku was horrified to tears.

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Because not only did he have a wet dream about his best friend, he had a wet dream about his best male friend. And not only was it a wet dream about his best male friend, Sora had been his ten-year –old self. How sick could he possibly get? But that was the Sora he knew. He hadn't seen the kid in almost five years now, how was he supposed to know what a few years and a kick of testosterone did for him?

"Riku, you look pale. Are you getting sick?"

He did look rather ghostly when he glanced in the mirror before his shower. Reasonably so, right? He didn't even know what to say to his mother as he plopped himself at the table in the kitchen. His father looked at him over the newspaper.

"Well, do you think you should stay home for the day?" His mother normally placed breakfast directly onto his plate but opted to place the plate of banana pancakes on the table in front of him instead.

He mused over her words for a moment. A day to stay home and straighten himself out. No Cindy. No gym class. That sounded perfect. "Yeah," he said. "I think I will."

After breakfast his father left for work and his mother fluttered through the kitchen to clean up. He placed his dish in the sink and turned to leave. "Riku, is everything alright?" Damn mothers and their sixth sense.

"Sure mom," he shrugged casually.

The woman's aqua colored eyes looked her son over carefully. "You seem even more distant lately. I mean, I know you prefer to be by yourself, but you've stuck to being alone more than ever now."

He had generic excuses in stock. "I've just been trying to focus on school." Moms loved to hear that.

She turned the kitchen faucet on and soaped up the sponge. "Well, what about Cindy. How are things with her going?"

"Just fine," he offered. She'd have to call off her inquisition at some point. Thinking it was a good time to buy into an excuse already handed to him he said, "I'm going to sleep some more. My head hurts."

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They were alone at Cindy's house. He hadn't expected this when she invited him over. He had imagined her folks would have been home, but apparently they were invited out to dinner with some friends. "They'll be home late, so we'll have the house to ourselves." Major implication with her words. He knew what she wanted. Scandalous.

He wished that he wanted the same thing but quite frankly, he didn't even want to be here. But this was his chance, wasn't it? If he did this, then he could see if he could break away from this stupid phase and like a girl, like Cindy and feel like a normal guy. He had to try. He was willing as much as he was unwilling.

The girl was quick to slip herself into his lap. He didn't expect anything to happen right there on her couch. But she straddled him, cradling his face between her hands. Pretty eyes, silky hair, pink lips. Everything to love but he didn't get that excited trill. She kissed him like she had never kissed him before and he tensed for the slightest moment when he realized that she was taking over, made herself the one in charge. Wasn't that his job?

She seemed content in her place though, coaxed his tongue to play with her own. And it wasn't that Riku didn't like the taste of her mouth or the feel of her tongue. His hands wandered her torso, finally cupping her breasts. None of it did anything for him. But he had to try; he had to make some sort of effort.

If nothing, he mused, he could gain some sort of experience. So he pulled away from her lips, buried his face in her pale neck. She smelled like jasmine. He kissed her, nibbled her skin. She seemed to enjoy it. A good sign. He moved one hand to brush against her jaw, stroke her cheek with his thumb. Soft skin. Pretty skin. Maybe a little too pale.

Her hands moved to the bottom of her shirt, grasped the hem and lifted the cotton away. Red bra. Lace. She was expecting this.

This was every guy's normal wet dream. A girl like Cindy in their lap breathy and willing, large breasts cupped in a seductive bra. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He wasn't the least bit aroused. At this point, he'd think he has a serious problem but his wet dream had proven that wasn't the case. So what was it; him or Cindy?

And damn was she moving fast. She moved her hand down his chest, gripping the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his stomach, his chest, where it stuck beneath his arms. He gripped his shirt and pulled it off and her green eyes looked hungrily at his developing muscles.

Her hands were greedy. Slipped over his lap, rubbed over him through his pants. Very fast. Nimble fingers, tricky fingers, worked on his belt buckle and he swallowed the nerves that sprouted up his throat. He kept swearing in his head. He wasn't even the least bit hard! Would she take that much notice, would she be upset? But wait a minute, what about Cindy? What kind of experience did she even have?

Enough, Riku noticed. She wasted no time pushing his pants and boxers down over his hips, exposing him to her eyes. She didn't even give him time to be embarrassed and her eyes gazed hungrily. His flaccid cock was like a challenge to her and she was ready to conquer.

The fact of the matter was that the stimulation felt good. The fact that there was a chick sucking him off wasn't so much excited as it was embarrassing. Was it that it was a girl, or that it was Cindy? The ultimate question. Regardless, blood rushed and he felt his arousal grow. He closed his eyes. He couldn't let this all go to hell, he couldn't let Cindy down. If he suddenly became too aware of her and what she was doing, what would happen then? What if he lost his arousal right when she was giving him head? He couldn't image she'd ever let him live it down.

He was too nervous. He was thinking too much. He felt the heat cool. Her hands were moving, stroking him a bit more, harder, faster. Almost frantic. She felt the cool as well. Her lips then, soft. Mouth. Hot. Good. He kept his eyes closed, stretched his head back, just focusing on the feel. It felt good. It was wet and hot and exactly like he remembered.

Fuck, don't remember that.

"Does it feel good, Riku?"

There, that line. His ears rung with a different voice, he thought of a head of spiked hair before him, pretty blue eyes closed in concentration. Hot mouth. Soft mouth. Sora's mouth.

He became instantly hard, too hard, too much, too fast. He couldn't utter a single word, a single sound, and he was coming, surrendering to the fire of his orgasm and shuttering as his insides exploded.

And when his senses returned, he found he had crashed into a pit of guilt and fear and couldn't bother to open his eyes. He was terrified. This meant something. He didn't like it. He didn't know what to do. But with this realization this unwanted epiphany that was ringing in his ears, all he wanted to do now was hide from the world.

"Riku? Are you okay?"

Oh. Cindy was still here. It was her house. He wanted to be home, in his bed, staring at his ceiling wishing it was the same ceiling but only yesterday where he didn't have to finally face the impending disaster that struck his life. Same ceiling. Different day.

But he'd have to roll with the punches now. And until he figured out exactly what he was to do, everything was to stay normal.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

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Alright, part one is complete ^^ I honestly LOVE writing from Riku's POV. Getting inside his head is so great.

I seem to have adapted a different style for this. I like it though. It feels rough and choppy, much like how Riku must be feeling. Dazed and confused XD

Thanks for reading and drop off a comment in the much more convenient review box, please :3