Warnings: MxM/yaoi/shonen-ai

Disclaimer: Nope I do not own the franchise of Kingdom Hearts. If I did, trust me, you'd know…. –grins evilly-

Summary : Sora loves Riku, Sora falls into a coma, Riku disappears, Roxas appears. Who does Sora love? And why is Sora so naive?

Author's Note: Okay, so chapter one has been revised. Hope you all like it!

Chapter One: Coma

A seventeen year old blonde boy sat straight up in his bed, azure eyes glimmering as he surveyed the room for the twentieth time. He was in the hospital, in room M13, a ward specifically used for the patients in a comatose state. Vaguely, he wondered how long they would keep him here. He turned to the right, where there was a table, with a vase of dead, wilting flowers and his medical record. With the arm not pierced by an IV, he reached over and grabbed the surprisingly light folder.

Crossing his legs, the blonde set the folder on his lap and skimmed through it. Admitted on 2Feb06; he skipped to the front of the folder, brain waves picked up around the 25th month. The beautiful blue eyes widened, grabbing the remote nearby and flicking on the television. He searched for a news station, something that would give the date. 14March09… He blinked, unbelievably. "I…" his throat scratched, his mouth parched. "I've been… here for three years?"

A nurse standing at the door smiled sadly at the blonde. "I'm sorry," her voice was gentle as she walked inside to sit at the chair near his bed. Her hair was a beautiful caramel brown, eyes a bright blue. Her hair was braided down her back, a large pink bow holding it up. "Were you not informed the moment you awoke?" He shook his head, and she reached for the folder. He handed it to her numbly, the television just static noise in the background. Not important. She gave him a stronger smile, "Nice to meet you, Roxas Strife. I am Aerith Gainsbrough, an assistant nurse here."

"Has…" He cleared his throat, and it helped the raspyness in his voice. "Has anyone informed my parents?" She shook her head, and Roxas lowered his gaze to the bed sheets. "You have informed them, or you can't?"

Aerith sighed, closing the folder and leaning back in her chair, her exhaustion showing on her face. "Apparently the phone number they gave us when you were admitted is no longer theirs. We can't find them." Roxas nodded, his parents frequently changed their phone number. It was normal even when he was awake. "However I believe we can get help from the government, get you assistance in getting an apartment or a job to support yourself. You only have seven weeks until you are an adult."

Roxas nodded, turning off the television without a second thought. "Can I get some water?" Aerith nodded and stood, walking out of the room to head to the kitchens. Roxas grabbed the IV and stood, wobbling slightly on his legs. He made sure is hospital gown was tied tightly, and was pleased he was wearing scrub pants. After gaining a sense of balance, Roxas began to venture outside of his room. He needed to explore.

He wandered down random hallways, avoiding doctors and nurses whenever possible. Eventually he came to another room, the door propped open just like his own was. Curious, Roxas peeked inside. Laying on a bed, attached to many wires, a huge IV and a heart machine was a boy about his age with wild brown hair. If Aerith's was caramel, his was milk chocolate. His left arm was in a sling, and his body was caged in by the handles on the gurney. Roxas ventured farther in.

No one was currently visiting the boy, but his medical folder was right there on the table beside his bed. Roxas walked over that way, pleased to find a chair he could sit in while he read the folder. Okay, he was more than curious. Roxas just liked to stick his nose into other people's business. Sitting down, he gazed at the cherubic like face and was overcome by sadness. Who could harm such an adorable thing?

Yes, the boy was certainly adorable. Roxas had no qualms of admitting he liked guys. In fact, it was public knowledge in junior high that Roxas Strife was the resident 'gay'. Roxas shook his head, he shouldn't be dwelling in the past. Especially when he probably shouldn't be in the room. The boy looked to be in critical condition. But there really wasn't a way to tell until he opened the folder.

It was much thicker than Roxas's, but the blonde had no problem reading through it to get the information he wanted. The boy, named Sora Hikariko, had been hit on his left side by a small four door sedan. Apparently Sora ran out into the street, didn't see the car and the car did not have any time to react. Roxas slammed his eyes shut. He could picture it. The car was probably beige, and Sora was just running across the street. He could see he shocked face of the driver, and the hit, there was probably an audible crunch of bone as Sora was thrown through the air, blood flying. He could imagine the shocked faces of everyone around, as twenty some-odd people called the cops.

Roxas gasped, staring at Sora in fear. How could they have done this? Why didn't anyone try to stop him? Did they want him to die? Who would want him to die? Roxas turned back to the medical file, reading the most recently added line multiple times. The patient has fallen into a comatose state, brain waves are active, however there are no signs of the patient waking up. No signs huh? Roxas licked his lips, standing up and taking one of Sora's bandaged hands in his own.

"Who are you?" The voice came from the doorway, the blonde turning around to see who it belonged to. A boy around his age with long silver, literally silver, hair and piercing aqua eyes stared him down. He looked to be wearing a high school uniform, and carrying a black book bag. Roxas stood tall, ignoring the slight pain in his legs from the lack of use in the past three years.

"Roxas," he answered, "I was just wandering around and found Sora here like this." He turned his attention back to the brunette boy, breaking eye contact with the silverette.

He could hear the taller boy step closer, finally watching as he stood on the other side of the gurney. Roxas watched as the taller boy brushed a few strands of hair away from Sora's eyes. "Did you know him?" The boy's voice came out in a whisper, and Roxas could see the sadness darkening those bright eyes.

Roxas shook his head. "But I know what he is going through." The silverete gave him a quick glance over, probably taking note of the IV still attached to Roxas's arm. "I just woke from a coma recently myself."

"How long were you under?"

Roxas closed his eyes, his grip consciously tightening on Sora's hand. "Little more than three years." Opening his eyes, he tried to ignore the shock on his face. "Your name?"

"Riku, Riku Miyavi." The silver haired boy answered, reaching down and taking Sora's other hand. "Are you going to keep on visiting him?"

Roxas placed the medical folder back in its proper spot, the nurses and doctors would not even notice some read it. "I think so. If I keep visiting, maybe Sora will wake up. At least, faster than I did." Roxas gave Riku a sad smile. "I won't let him be forgotten."

Riku nodded. His attention turning back to Sora, silence broken only by the constant beeps, reassuring them that Sora's heart remained beating.