((This chapter comes from Riku's point of view. We can't just exile him, can we? So ok, here's the second chapter.))
Chapter 2: Mistake or the Right Thing to Do?
Today marks three months, two weeks, and a day. It already feels like Sora and I have been apart for years. I guess you could say that Namine was my rebound… The clay to fill the ditch that breaking up with Sora left. But this isn't the right life for him. Once the media begins to press on you, you never get out. I didn't want to cause Sora all that stress. I couldn't do that him; I loved him so much… Namine just so happened to be in the movie I was producing and she admired me. Of course, she's already in the big time, so the media wouldn't be much of a problem for her. But I didn't love her.
It made to the media go nuts when I asked for Namine's hand in marriage. Although, not even two days after the news was released on T.V. and radio, Kairi and Xion were here, yelling at me. They told me that once Sora heard about it, he tried committing suicide. I, myself, wanted to die, hearing this. But I had to explain to them the reason I did it: so I'm not tempted to go back to the guy I love.
It's obvious that Namine was ecstatic about my proposal and accepted. But truly, all I really cared about was whether or not Sora was okay… And he wasn't.
Ever since then, I heard about Sora selling his body for money and how he's slowly falling further into a dark void of sadness. Both Kairi and Xion never neglected to fill me in. Many nights, I got drunk, looking in the picture albums from high school and college. And all the time, I wished that there was an easier solution than letting him suffer like he was.
One joyous occasion came up, though. My dear friend Kairi and her boyfriend, Roxas, who happened to be Sora's twin, decided to get married. Kairi came to my estate to personally invite me—probably because of what she told me. She was also inviting Sora. My heart gave a leap at the fact that I could speak with him again. I often saw him, though. A few times each month, he'd walk or drive past my estate. It never failed to make me smile, each time I saw him. It was like getting a sniff of your favorite pie, but you're not allowed to taste it.
What the number one thing was that amazed me in the time Sora and I have been apart was that I'd hired a band for my production. The band name was Triniquity, and had been really popular among the rock fans. After listening to one of their albums, I hired them and went to their studio.
Xion had told me that she was in a band with three friends, but she'd never specified the name. I found it out when I went to meet Triniquity. Xion played bass, Roxas on vocals. There was a redhead—who I later learned was named Axel—on lead guitar and a man with blue hair—his name was Zexion—on drums. Seeing Roxas, though, almost made me emotional. He looked almost exactly like Sora, except with blond, less spiky hair. I was glad they only had time for a quick meeting, because I was feeling antsy with Roxas there. I quickly went home, and had myself a drinking fit.
Namine came over at least thrice a week, if not more. Seeing her made me happy for about two minutes, before she just introverted herself in the corner of my study with a sketchbook. It was comforting to have her around, but… Again, with the pie analogy. It's like having a slice of pumpkin pie when you crave apple. It's just not as satisfying as it was when Sora was here. Sora was my constant replenishing apple pie.
One day though, only two weeks before Kairi's wedding, I received a phone call on my cell phone—which only my closest friends know the number of. I looked at the Caller ID before answering it… It was from Sora. Eager to hear his voice, I flipped the phone open and persistently greeted, "Hello?"
At first, there was only the sound of breathing.
"Hello?" I repeated.
That time, I heard sniffling from the other line.
"Sora, is that you?" I asked. "Your name is on Caller ID."
But there was just the sound of a click. I waited for a little while, and surely enough, the operator's voice instructed, "If you'd like to make a call, hang up and dial again…"
I ended the call. "Sora…" I sighed, clutching the now closed cell phone in my fist. "You couldn't even find a word to say to me…?"
Just then, Namine came in and asked me what's wrong. I dismissed it as "Kairi won't pick up her phone." Namine trusted Kairi, so she left it alone.
A couple days after that, I'd decided it was high time for me to look for a tuxedo to wear to Kairi's wedding. I'd gone to red carpet events before, so I had plenty of tuxedos. But Kairi's wedding was special, so it required special attire. So when I picked one out, I made sure the dress shirt was pure snow white and the rest of it black as a raven. Namine said I looked a little bit like a penguin, but I didn't really care. I thought it looked sharp and cool.
After securely settling the tux in my closet, I called Kairi to tell her I was all set. She was happy, and expressed it openly. Then at last minute, she asked me if I could get someone to film the wedding and reception. I agreed and we got off the phone. Immediately afterwards, I called some people and pulled some strings. By night time, I had a camera crew and tech team to film her wedding.
Seeing Kairi getting married was going to be a major event for me—not only because she's my best friend, but because I'll get to hear Sora's voice again, even if it's not directed toward me.
I ate dinner and prepared myself hygienically for sleep. I then laid down and just before I drifted off, I sighed to the darkness, "I miss you, Sora,"