Remember Sunday

Author's Note: I hate you all. Dx I didn't plan on continuing Remember Sunday, BUT HERE'S YOUR CHAPTER.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. I wish I owned Riku.

Warning: Go away. Just read your story. Dx

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Sunday, Remembered

Two. Months. Life was still normal. Selphie and Tidus still went to the beach. Kairi still dropped by and had coffee with him. Sora still worked. Life was still normal…just without Riku…

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It was Kairi who kick started him into action. He was lucky to have a friend like her. Sometimes.

She was poking him in the side that morning and didn't pause until Sora surrendered and rolled over to face her. Kairi could be very patient when she wanted to, but it was clear that she had something to say and she wanted his full, undivided attention. Sora grunted. She offered him a little smile – forced, Sora knew she missed Riku too – and dragged him into a sitting position.

"I have never known you to give up that easily, Sora." He knew what she was talking about. Riku. Gone. He hadn't bothered on searching for him.

"The letter…"

An eyebrow arched, and then Kairi frowned. Sora received a pinch in reply. "I know about the letter. I also know Riku. Don't give up so easily. Riku…he…" She didn't continue, only shook her head. And just as she had let herself in, she let herself out.

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If there was one thing she knew about her boys, it was that they were stubborn. Boys will be boys, she supposed, and normally she left them to their own devices and let them learn from their mistakes, but this…this was just ridiculous. She had known about Riku's feelings down their shorter male companion. And yeah, she knew that Sora felt the same way even if he hadn't realized it himself. He was always a bit slow in realizing the obvious. Sometimes she wondered how she put up with them. The answer wasn't hard to find; they were her boys, and she cared about them.

Riku's letter, it pissed Kairi off; it was obvious to her that Riku was hiding, afraid to stand up and take responsibility for his actions. Hiding was something Riku was good at; if she remembered correctly, Sora…Sora was good at finding.

Kairi allowed herself to smile while leaving Sora's house that morning. She knew her boys would be together soon enough, even if Sora didn't realize it.

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As it turned out, Namine was an artist.

Sora figured the first place to start looking would be Riku's old place. Now that he's looking, he doesn't know why it took him so damn long. He understood everything now - hadn't told anybody of course - but he realized what had happened, why it had happened. Sora wanted it to happen again. So he went to Namine, and he asked her if she knew anything.

She was cleaning paint brushes in her kitchen sink, and she tossed a glance in the direction of the couch, where Sora was perched, staring at a stain in the corner near the TV. It used to hold a table and a single coaster, because Sora's chair used to sit right next to it, and he'd eat there whenever he visited. The stain was gray now, but it used to be purple from spilt grape soda. Sora had spazzed but Riku had just laughed and threw a towel at his face. Sora wondered why the stain was still there…

"Sora?"

He was jerked from his thoughts, and threw a goofy grin in the blonde's direction. "What? I'm sorry, what did you say?"

She grinned. "I asked how long have you known Riku?"

Sora hunched his shoulders. "Forever," he breathed.

Namine let out a hum and dumped her brushes in a jar to dry, wiped her hands, then sat down beside him. "If…if you don't mind me asking, what did the letter say?"

Sora stared at her for a long moment, and she blushed under his gaze and began to apologize, but Sora cut her off with a shake of his head. "No, it's fine. It's just; I didn't even know he was moving. There was no address or explanation (actually, there had been, but Sora wasn't about to reveal that to a stranger), but Kairi and I really miss him, you know? So, if you know anything, can you please tell me?"

Namine stared at him for a long moment in return, reached out to give his arm a squeeze, then stood and disappeared into the back. She came back with a single piece of paper, which she folded into his hand with a very secretive smile and an "I didn't give it to you, got it?" and then she shooed him out the door.

It was a phone number. Sora didn't recognize it.

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Kairi was fuming.

"He changed his number!"

"It explains a lot," Sora commented lightly.

Kairi was not amused. "He changed. His. Number! I can't believe him! He better hope I don't get a hold of him! Moving away without telling us is one thing, but changing his number so there was no way to contact him? I'll murder him!"

Kairi could be scary when she wanted to be…

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It rang twice.

"Hello?"

Sora didn't know what to say, wasn't even sure he could form a sentence. His breath had caught in his throat just at the sound of Riku's voice. Kairi was scrambling madly, flailing and hand reaching for the phone pressed against his ear. He held her back with one hand.

"If this is -"

"Hey, Riku," Sora chirped, finally finding his voice. "Just calling to let you know you're an asshole, and Kairi's gonna murder you if she sees you."

He hung up before he could hear Riku's response. Kairi seemed pleased.

"Well, at least he got a fair warning. I swear, when I see that boy, he'll wish he hadn't taught me to use that wooden sword…"

Sora let her rant, not really listening. Tossing the phone over his shoulder, he fell back on the couch with a loud sigh and rubbed his hands over his face.

"Sora?"

Sane Kairi was back; Sora lifted his head to look at her. She was sitting cross legged on the floor by the TV, chewing on the inside of her lip. "You know he loves you, right?"

Sora grinned at her. "Yeah, Kai, I know."

She grinned back. "Good – so, when you drag him back, you'd better get all the hugs and kisses out of the way quick, 'cause he's going down."

Sora laughed. "So you've said, Kairi, so you've said…"

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It was actually Riku who called back two days later. He sounded weary.

"Hey, Sora."

"Hey."

There was silence. Sora shifted. He heard Riku sigh.

"You got my letter, didn't you?"

"Yes, and I didn't appreciate it."

"You weren't supposed to…"

Sora scoffed. "Oh, I know. Dammit, Riku, why didn't you talk to me? We could have solved this without you moving."

"Could we?"

Riku was maddening.

"Yeah, Riku," Sora said softly. "We could have; if you had just talked to me, maybe you would have realized how I felt about everything."

Riku didn't reply.

"Can you just come home?" Sora finally asked.

"So Kairi can murder me?" There was a snort. "I don't think so."

At least he was joking, Sora thought with a smile. "Well, yeah," he said slowly. "But I thought we could give 'us' another go."

He hung up again; this time on Riku's choked out laughter.

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"Turn right here," Kairi mumbled, leaning forward in her seat to peer at the street signs. "Yes, this is it." She scanned the rows of apartments, pointed to the one at the very end. "That one!"

So, many Riku wouldn't exactly be pleased to see that Sora had brought his would be executioner with him, but Sora figured Kairi was Riku's best friend and deserved to see him, too. They'd received a call from their silver haired friend a week after their first phone call, and Riku had simply read off directions to his new apartment. It wasn't as large as the one back on the Island, but the furniture was familiar. Sora couldn't help but curl up in his chair when Riku let them inside.

It was awkward for maybe a moment, and then Kairi stood and punched him in the arm. "You jerk! No phone calls, no advance notice; you might have been trying to avoid Sora after what happened - and don't look at me like that, I know all! – but that didn't mean you had to avoid me." She punched him once more for good measure then plopped back down on the sofa with her arms crossed, a glare directed in Sora's direction. The silent command was easy to read:

Go talk to him.

Sora sighed and did as he was bid, dragging Riku into the kitchen.

"You got off lucky."

Riku winced, rubbing his arm where Kairi punched him and nodded. "I expected a lot more yelling."

To be honest, Sora had too. "She just wants to fix this." He motioned between the two of them. "Whatever this is," he added as an afterthought because really, after what had happened, what were they? Friends? Lovers? "She's still mad, though. You've done some pretty stupid things, Riku (he couldn't exactly name any at the moment…), but this has to be the stupidest. Did you really thinking running away was going to solve your problem?"

Riku leaned back against the counter and crossed his arm. His eyes were dark, narrow. "It seemed like the best thing at the moment. How could you forgive me, knowing what you know?"

Sora shrugged. "I dunno," he drawled. "I thought friends were supposed to forgive each other."

He was breaking Riku down, Sora could tell. His eyes were softening, his shoulders were slumping. This had to be the first fight that Sora was going to win. He pressed onward. "Jeeze, Riku, I thought you were the smart one," Sora teased. "You know how we're going to fix this mess?"

Riku's eyebrow rose. "How?" He was smiling lightly, playing along. It was a good sign. Riku hadn't totally given up on them. Sora wondered if that was even possible.

It was obviously wasn't going to magically fix itself, and the past wasn't going to magically be forgotten. Riku had to know that Sora wasn't going to judge him for it. "Well, first off…you have to know that I forgive you, okay?" That wasn't all, though; Riku might have needed to hear that Sora forgave him, but Sora knew what he wanted him to do, and it was something Sora wanted to do as well. It was something he wanted to do for two months, ever since he first realized everything. "And also…"

He dragged Riku forward for a kiss.

It was light but just right. Sweet and perfect, and only lasting a couple of seconds; he was drawing back, but Riku was having none of that. He drew Sora back for a searing kiss that reminded him of alcohol tainted breath and soft sheets.

Sora's arms hung limply by his side, too shocked to do anything with them, but Riku's hands cradled his face, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the underside of his jaw. Finally, Sora moved, twisting fingers into silver hair. He moved his lips hesitantly against Riku's, light brushes that quickly turned into more. It was a rush. Riku pressed closer, harder, and when they drew back they could still feel each other's breath ghosting across each other's mouths.

Riku swallowed hard. Sora uncurled his fingers from his hair, but did not draw away.

It was a start.

Sora grinned happily.

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Two. Months. Life was still normal. Selphie and Tidus still went to the beach. Kairi still dropped by and had coffee with him. Sora still worked. Life was still normal…and he had Riku...

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Author's Note: I really hope you enjoyed. I'm rather proud of how quickly I got this out, considering I never intended on writing this in the first place. XD This is for those of you who reviewed and wanted more.

I also enjoyed writing Kairi's part. XD

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