A/N: OMG! I finally came out with something...Aren't you all amazed? XD Yeah okay anyway. Second chapter...

Dedicated to Billy-Joe, and Glass slipper because she is amazing and edited this thing for me!!

Warnings: Gayness, angst, just weird.


Seraphim: Welcome


Welcome to the Island.

Where you can have all different kinds of foods. From chocolate dipped strawberries to butter smothered corn on the cob and muffins. All kinds of flavors of muffins, even toasted coconut.

Where the penguins wearing the two feet tall top hats, face off against the flamingos wearing the brown and green blower hats in a game of Blitzball or Soccer. It's whatever the Head Counsel wishes.

It's always a beautiful day. There is no rain. Ever.

The waves always provide nice soothing music and always seem to be a nice toe-curling coolness. The sand just the opposite it is warm, and it is as white as the water is blue.

Yes. The Island is Paradise.

"Riku...We are talking to you."

Riku smiled as he watched the shortest of the penguins run after the blitzball, then trip and fall flat on his face, his crisp black top hat falling off and over to the side as he cried out for help. Riku shook his head slowly and looked over towards his two friends. "Yes I'm sorry. What were you saying, Roxas?" He watched as Sora snickered at Roxas's glare.

But the glare didn't hold up for long; soon the blonde boy sighed and shook his head. "Nothing, I was just talking about how Twizler bites make better and sturdier bridges than regular Twizzlers. But pig boy over here," he gestured over to Sora, who at the time was eating a chocolate chip muffin, with a flick of his head, "he thinks that Reasons would make a better bridge."

"They would!"

Riku had to laugh. "Sora, it would melt."

"See, I told yo, Sora."

Sora looked at Riku like he had just given away the biggest secret, then glared at Roxas, crossed his arms and sat back in his seat, now angry. Riku smiled over at the scowling brunette as he sipped his glass of purple lemonade. He blinked when he heard the soft organ grinder music float through the air, and watched as Roxas groaned and Sora sat up quickly, forgetting his anger immediately as his eyes lit up with excitement. He grinned like an idiot and looked at Riku with eyes like those of a child asking his parents if he could have candy. The other boy shrugged slightly, but stood up anyway and smiled when Sora shot out of his seat with a loud cheer, then set off towards where the music was coming from. He watched the brunette run for a moment before he glanced over at his blonde friend.

"You coming?"

Roxas glared at his half-eaten piece of cake before he sighed, stood up and shoved his hands in his pocket. "Yeah, I guess."

Smiling, Riku nodded at him, and Roxas walked calmly down the hill towards their happily yelling friend, towards the crowd that had formed below the hill.

As they got closer, the music became louder and faster; there was a brass band accompanying the organ grinder music now. It was rather annoying.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and girls!"

Everyone looked up at the stage as the man in the bright, neon blue and yellow pin-stripped suit shouted into the hand-held microphone. He wore a mask that had half a moon and half a sun. His long white, almost silver hair was pulled back and twisted into a loose fish braid, and placed upon his head was a crisp black top hat that matched nothing on his attire. He made a large and low sweeping gesture with the hand that wasn't holding the microphone to behind him where the dark purple satin curtain that had various little golden and silver stars sewn in hung. "Step right up! Step right up! Come closer! You won't believe you eyes! Behind this curtain, you'll see something you've never seen or heard of before!"

Riku frowned as he saw the clowns come rolling out onto the stage behind the man. He watched as they danced around like the fools they were supposed to be; they jumped off the stage and ran around the crowd. Their white and bright red faces twisted into ugly joyful expressions as they honked their annoying horns and sprayed each other with water guns. Riku sighed as he glanced up towards the main stage again and watched the Ringleader as he pranced around gailyand smiled at many of the women standing around.

"I give you, the wonderful and amazing—"

"Riku!"

That call of his name was given with a harsh jab to his side. He grunted softly and opened his eyes sleepily. "Wha?" He asked and looked over to the side to see Sora glaring at him harshly. He blinked again and looked up to see the priest. Oh crap…He looked around to notice many of the ladies dressed in their Sunday best giving him disapproving looks, then turning away, their noses in the air; men glaring at him and mouthing words to him like, 'You better stop or leave.' His shoulders slumped as he gazed up at the large stone crucifix on the wall above the podium. "Lovely…"

-sSs-

"I can't believe you Riku! You fell asleep during mass again! You were snoring so loud I was scared I would have to drag you out of there myself!" Sora growled, annoyed as he took a bite of his sandwich.

Riku sighed as he glanced down at his half-eaten sandwich. He wasn't even hungry…Why did he buy it?

"Sorry…"

"Aww…Don't be so harsh on him Sora! He's doing a lot of classes! He was probably just up late doing a great job on a term paper or something."

Riku smiled when he felt Kairi's comforting embrace wrap around his shoulder. He could always count on Kairi to pull him out of Sora's wrath…Good thing it was vice versa as well.

Sora glared. "Still…" But he relented when Kairi reached over and smacked him lightly on the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah…."

They sat eating in silence until Sora's sudden outburst had both Kairi and Riku jumping from their seats a little bit.

"Oh! I forgot! I got you something Riku…" The brunette dug though his khaki cargo pants for a minute.

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

He raised an eyebrow as Sora pulled out a small little white object and placed it softly on the table next to Riku's drink. Riku blinked and looked at it for a moment; it looked….like a small person. "….What is it?"

"It's a Seraphim. In Holy Writ these angelic beings are distinctly mentioned only in Isaiah's description of his call to the prophetical office. In a vision of deep spiritual import, granted to him in the Temple, Isaiah beheld the invisible realities symbolized by the outward forms of Yahweh's dwelling place, of its altar, its ministers, etc. While he stood gazing before the priest's court, there arose before him an august vision of Yahweh sitting on the throne of His glory. On each side of the throne stood mysterious guardians, each supplied with six wings: two to bear them up, two veiling their faces, and two covering their feet, now naked, as became priestly service in the presence of the Almighty. His highest servants, they were there to minister to Him and proclaim His glory, each calling to the other: "Holy, holy, holy, Yahweh of hosts; all the Earth is full of His glory." These were seraphim, one of which flew towards Isaiah bearing a live coal, which he had taken from the altar, and with which he touched and purified the Prophet's lips, that henceforth these might be consecrated to the utterances of inspiration." He replied, and Riku and Kairi had to exchange glances to convince each other that this was in fact the same Sora they knew.

"Here…it's all in here…" Sora sighed as he pulled out a piece of folded up paper. "It came with the figure…" He opened it up and began to read aloud.

"Such, in substance, is Isaiah's symbolical vision from which may be inferred all that Sacred Scripture discloses concerning the Seraphim. Although described under a human form, with faces, hands, and feet, they are undoubtedly existing spiritual beings corresponding to their name, and not mere symbolic representations as is often asserted by advanced Protestant scholars. Their number is considerable, as they appear around the heavenly throne in a double choir, and the volume of their chorus is such that the sound shakes the foundations of the palace.

"They are distinct from the cherubim, who carry or veil God and show the presence of His glory in the earthly sanctuary, whilst the seraphim stand before God as ministering servants in the heavenly court. Their name too, seraphim, distinguishes them from the cherubim, although it is confessedly difficult to obtain from the single Scriptural passage wherein these beings are mentioned a clear conception of its precise meaning.

"The name is oftentimes derived from the Hebrew verb seraph, and this etymology is very probable because of its accordance with Isaiah 6:6, where one of the seraphim is represented as carrying celestial fire from the altar to purify the Prophet's lips. Many scholars prefer to derive it from the Hebrew noun seraph, "a fiery and flying serpent", spoken of in Numbers 21:6; Isaiah 14:29, and the brazen image of which stood in the Temple in Isaiah's time, but it is plain that no trace of such serpentine form appears in Isaiah's description of the seraphim. Still less probable are the views propounded of late by certain critics and connecting the Biblical seraphim with the Babylonian Sharrapu, a name for Nergal, the fire-god, or with the Egyptian griffins which are placed at Beni-Hassan as guardians of graves.

"The seraphim are mentioned at least twice in the Book of Enoch, together with and distinctly from the cherubim. In Christian theology, the seraphim occupy with the cherubim the highest rank in the celestial hierarchy, while in the liturgy, they are represented as repeating the Trisagion exactly as in Isaiah 6."

Riku looked down at the figure, its white hair flowing past its shoulders. Its white lifeless eyes, seeming to bore into his. Its word gripped tightly in its small pale hand.

"I thought it looked like you."

They were all quiet for a moment.

"….Thanks, Sora."

-SsS-

Dr. Squall Leonheart

Patient: Riku Yammada

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Symptoms: Dizziness, Sleepiness, Attention span reduced, Mood Swings, Loss of appetite

Brief history: Attempt of suicide, Deals with depression

"Why do you care if some people think your name is girly, Riku?"

"I don't."

Dr Squall Leonheart. Young, probably right out of college. Twenty-five…somewhere around there. Was rated in some clinic magazine as one of the best Physiatrists of 2007. He had many awards plastered on his wall, a lot of them with words so freaking big they didn't even make any sense anymore. He was right-handed, but could sometimes write with his left. He kept his hair shoulder length and sometimes tied it back in a ponytail if it was messy or needed a washing. His eyes were a deep gray-blue color; it kind of remind Riku of the rainy sky.

"Then why do you keep bringing it up?"

Riku rolled his eyes. This man annoyed him. He annoyed him even more when he kept bringing up what Riku had brought up. Riku sighed and looked up at the ceiling and watched as a few colorful mobiles swayed slightly; there was also a piñata over in the corner…Maybe the Doc likes to party? He mused over the idea for a second before becoming bored with the notion of his doctor taking shots at some Mexican bar. He glanced out the small window in the office, and frowned. Raining…It was raining again. It always freaking rained here.

"Riku."

Pfft…he wasn't even asking…he was demanding his attention.

"I can't help what my parents named me."

"You could always change it to something else."

"If I changed it," Riku muttered, and he was pretty sure he was right on this subject, "you would just tell me that I was going to far too much of a length to express my masculinity."

"What I would tell you," Leon said with a heavy sigh, "is that you shouldn't go trying to figure me out. I'd appreciate it if you would just say what you feel."

"What I feel," Riku said, to him what feels like for the thousandth time, "is happy. I have no problems. Why wouldn't I feel happy?"

Leon pursed his lips slightly and tapped his pen on his desk for a moment. "I don't know Riku. You tell me." Ugh. Riku sighed. He was going to play head games with him again was he? He always did this, twisted Riku's words so that they would make it sound like Riku actually did have a problem. " I have no problems…I'm happy." Riku deadpanned as he watched the ceiling. "So stop asking me."

"Alright."

"Good."

There were a few moments of silence. "So, how is Sora?"

Riku hissed and glared over at Leon. "Shut up."

"It's an innocent question, Riku."

Riku glared darkly at the brunette and moved his head to look out the window. "He's fine." He gritted his teeth in annoyance when he heard Leon hum in approval.

"Still have that girlfriend?" Riku tensed. "Kairi right?"

"Shut up!"

"Riku, there is nothing wrong with what you feel towards Sora."

That was it. Riku stood up quickly and headed for the door. "You know what, forget this! I'm leaving!"

"Riku, you can't walk away from everything."

Riku turned around and glared harshly at the man. Leon stared right back.

Riku left after making another appointment for two weeks later.

-sSs-

"Wrong!"

Riku cringed when the keys were pounded on, and the harsh sound of the notes being abused reached his ears. "You're doing it completely wrong again!" Riku sighed as he pulled his hands away from the ivory keys. And let his hands fall limp at his sides.

"I'm sorry. " he muttered.

The blonde growled harshly and stood up, knocking a few sheets of music to the floor. "That's all you ever say, 'Sorry'. Let me tell you something, Riku. Sorry won't help you in the world, and it definitely won't help you if you want to get into the music world!" Riku looked down at the glimmering white keys as Cloud sighed and rubbed his temple. "I swear, can you play the notes like anymore of a robot?" He snarled when Riku didn't respond. "Well?" he hissed.

"How can I answer a question, when I don't know the answer?" Riku replied with a haughty tone.

Cloud had to resist the urge to grab the man by his collar and shake him. But he took a deep breath and let it out, "Look, maybe we should pick this up in our next lesson."

Riku's eyes narrowed. He knew what that meant. "Geeze, I didn't know you were such a quitter." He spat. He could feel the blonde man freeze; knew his teacher had a history of anger issues. But he was surprised when the blonde didn't try and grab at him; instead he just grabbed his coat and marched towards the door.

"I don't have time to deal with your shit, Riku." he muttered quietly as he turned the knob to the music room and opened the door.

"Keep practicing. I expect you to know that song by heart by Monday."

Riku hissed and slammed his hands down on the keys just as Cloud slammed the door.


-sSs-

" Riku, you left me…"

His eyes shot open.

His throat was dry, cold, and he couldn't see anything.

It took him a few moments to realize that he was in his room. He sighed as he glanced over at his clock. He groaned when it read three in the morning. "Wonderful…" He shifted and made a face when he found that his sheets were completely drenched in sweat. He sat up and glanced over in the direction of Sora's bed. He could slightly see the form of the sleeping boy from under the covers.

"Riku…"

He shuddered when he heard the small voice. Oh god…..Why hadn't those dreams stopped? It had been three years since that day…He felt so sick. He sighed when he felt something wet make its way down his face and he wiped at it. "God…" He whispered quietly. "Please…I'm sorry….I'm sorry…" He cupped his hands over his face as the tears started to bubble up and spill. "Forgive me…Roxas…I'm sorry…"

"Mmmm….Riku?"

Riku's head snapped up as he looked over at the form that had shifted and listened as sheets rustled against each other. "Y-Yeah?" he tried to keep his voice from cracking. The other was quiet for a few moments, and Riku almost thought he had gone back to sleep before he spoke up again. "Mm….You okay?" He didn't answer, and Sora knew from experience what that meant. "Did you have another dream?" Riku only let out a soft whine. He heard Sora shift and sigh. "Come here…"

It was their routine now.

Riku would have a bad dream; Sora would comfort him. That's how it went.

Riku moved so he could bury his face into Sora's shoulder and sob. "He hates me…He hates me for what I did…" he cried harshly, soaking his friend's shirt. Sora rubbed his back and whispered into his ear comforting words until he fell into a peaceful sleep…

Welcome back to the Island.


A/N: Yeah...Okay. Please review!