No Promises: Sora and Riku have always been childhood friends. After finding themselves again on Destiny Islands, they start to have some unexpected feelings toward each other. Will they find out their love for each other? How will it turn out? Read on ^^

Hello everyone ^_^ I'm back! The idea for this story comes originally from my friend Sierra. This is RikuxSora so it is hot yaoi and boyxboy love. If you don't like, then I suggest you stop. Warning: there is a mini lemon, limey thing in the middle, and some swearing, thus the story is rated M.

Ohh, and I forgot to mention. There is Kairi bashing. I don't like Kairi, she is unnecessary and very annoying. I'm sorry if you think otherwise.

Disclaimer: Disney and SquareEnix own the characters and my friend owns the plot. I also don't own the name Fivel. Nyah. I hope you enjoy No Promises! And reviews would be greatly, deeply, and profoundly appreciated!

The Mistake

A silver haired boy weaved in and out of the reach of the younger brunettes arms. Leaves whipped around like dust in the wind as the silverette chucked at the brunettes' feckless attempts to catch him.

"Come on Sora! Shouldn't the great keyblade wielder have been able to catch me already?" The silver hair boy gloated, making up for all of the keyblade battles he had lost to Sora.

"Damn it Riku! If you could just stop dancing around like Kairi -" As he took a swipe at Riku's side, the older boy's grin only widened as Sora's arm swung into empty air. The others were probably ahead at the beach, waiting for them.

The moonlight reflected off the couple's skin making them look like ghostly reflection of themselves. Riku was tall and lean, almost pure muscle from all the time he had spent training. His eyes played hide and seek behind his untrimmed bangs and they contrasted with his skin like emeralds on fresh parchment. He wore an old, baggy pair of blue pants that could have possibly been used as a parasail, and a black sleeveless shirt that disappeared in the darkness of the forest. Sora on the other hand had shorts of a charcoal hue; he had long since traded in for their former color of red. Above that, he had a maze of yellow belts- nobody actually knew why he wore them and a top that was just as complex. You could still see the slight baby fat that rounded his cheeks and a glint in his eye like a child's. His hair was gravity defying and would most likely melt an entire iceberg with the hairspray used each morning to get that look if it wasn't natural like his.

Riku's laugh was cut short as he tripped backward over a log. Sora toppled over on top of him and let out a soft shriek of surprise.

"Ha! I got you" Sora proclaimed

"Not if you can't get up!" Riku switched their positions immediately, lying on top of Sora and pinning his hands behind his head. The younger boy blushed profusely.

"Get off Riku, it isn't funny!"

"What if I don't want to?" Riku murmured into the brunette's ear. He bent down as if leaning in for a kiss, then seemed to snap out of his trance-like state, and shot off of Sora like he was burned. Did Riku realize just how painful this was for Sora? Could he be serious?

"Just kidding Sora!" Riku said as he held out a hand for Sora. Sora rejected the offer and stood on his own. He brushed some dirt off his legs and stared into the silver haired boy's aquamarine eyes for a moment. Riku saw enraged emotion in those sapphire eyes and he wondered if he had pushed the younger boy too far. Sora stood completely still, staring deep into Riku's eyes before slapping a hand across his face and turning to run back towards his house.

"Fuck you Riku!" A single, unnoticed tear fell to the forest floor. Riku just stared after his friend, one hand on his reddened cheek, and his eyes clouded with regret. He had been so close! Just mere centimeters to close the gap between them! He knew that he had pushed Sora too far, but it was only a test to see how far Riku could bend him before Sora would snap. Riku shook his head, as if trying to clear his mind, and turned to walk in the opposite direction Sora had gone, hoping the fresh air would clear his mind.