Never Too Young to Die

by TwistedFate108

Riku doesn't know what to think about the wild boy he met in the park. But he cant think about it for long. Because his father is abusive and doesn't like the fact riku is gay. But being the rebel Riku is he won't stop striving for the boy. DISCONTINUED

2. Chapter 2

Never Too Young to Die Chap 2:

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Riku quietly closed the door behind him as he crept up the stairs to his room. Once he looked up and down the hall assuming the coast clear he bolted to his room. Hopping on the bed and slowing his breath just in time for his father to poke his head in suspiciously.

As soon as the door clicked shut Riku cracked one eye open and sighed in relief. He wasn't exactly aloud to be out that early unless he had work or school. "Damn curfew." he muttered getting up and heading into the bathroom attached to his bedroom. He took a quick shower and wrapped a towel around his waist and ran his fingers through his hair looking in the mirror.

"God I'm getting skinny." he said looking at his body. Reaching under the sink toward the small basket he kept his "makeup" as his friends called it. He pulled out the eyeliner and mascara he always wore. Yes he was emo deal with it, it wasn't his fault he didn't belong.

People would see him and almost immediately put him in the "doesn't belong" category. So that's what he always assumed. And it stayed that way. Even his parents didn't want him. He was just some stupid, brainless, rebel to them so they never gave him the time of day. Except when his father Xemnas would get drunk and beat him. Sometimes even raped the poor teen.

He felt helpless and wanted his calls for help to be answered. He always kept his hope alive. No matter how hard his father beat him. Then his thoughts suddenly went back to the mysterious wild boy. He felt something…. desperation? Curiosity? Maybe even….want? "I've got to figure this out" "I have to see him." he said to himself. He quickly put on the "makeup" and went to his closet and picked out a black Slip Knot shirt with a gray hoodie that had pink stripes and black skulls on it with black skinny jeans. Slipping on his favorite black converse he carefully crept back downstairs.

Pulling the hood up over his head he opened the door and scampered into the cool morning air heading toward the park bench on the hill. And toward the boy who he just couldn't get out of his head.

AN: Review? Plz? No reveiws then no chapter three!