All right, next chapter. You all know me and my obession with sora and riku ness, so the ending bit of this chapter is dedicated to all you guys. Just figured I'd shove it in there to keep your raging wants for it down until the real stuff starts? Haha ... and yes, november second is Sora's birthday in this also! I guess I've just grown custom to a few things over the course of my fanfics. One, Riku's last name is Karada, two, Sora's last name is Kayaki (except in cabalistic), and three, sora's birthday is november second. Wow, I am lame. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter and leave a review!
Sick Cycle
x x xNovember Secondx x x
"Hey Sora, where are you going?"
My attention was drawn back to my friends when the questioned reached my ears. Tidus, Kairi, and Selphie were seated around a large oval table, at our favorite restaurant. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, one of the best for quite a long time. My icy blue eyes glimpsed from each of their faces, taking note of their expressions before I cocked my head curiously. My hands reached into the pockets of my baggy black pants as I smiled sheepishly at them.
"Promised my mom I'd come back home right after lunch," I informed, nodding slightly at them.
Kairi stared at me for a long moment before shuffling with her things. In the end, she held up a blue notebook, waving it at me as it was my own. In fact, I think it was. Curiously, I made my way back over to the table to snag the notebook from the red-head. Carefully, I grabbed it, awaiting an explanation.
"Your science notes. Figured you'd be wanting them back," She responded, pushing her red hair back into a ponytail.
"Thanks for them by the way." Selphie added in, beaming at me as she glanced over at Tidus who was spacing out. Her eyes, and my own, followed his to the cause of the problem. Right, girls in mini skirts.
"What is with men?!" Selphie demanded in an annoyed huff, smacking her fist down into the table for that dramatic effect. I gave a half-hearted shrug before she continued, "All you guys care about is girls in skimpy clothing." She grumbled, eying Tidus intensely as she spoke.
"Say something?" Tidus inquired, noticing that Selphie was staring at him.
"Case and point," Selphie snapped, folding her arms to her chest as she leaned back in her cheers. Her annoyed gaze passed over to by standing form, letting it linger for a few moments before she decided to speak, "What about you Sora? Care to answer me why you guys think with your libido and not your brains?"
I could give her ten reasons why I wasn't like every other guy in this cafe.
"Eh... who says we don't?" I replied with a forced smile.
"That's right. Why am I asking Sora this? His sex drive isn't even active." Selphie spoke, receiving a laugh from Kairi beside her. I frowned, my eyes narrowing at her in a pathetic pout before she continued, "Just forget it. Have fun at home." She grinned, knowing that she had ticked me off for the day.
"You're such a moron," I called over my shoulder to Selphie, face a beat red as I made my way out of the restaurant, eyes rolling. It wasn't like I didn't have an imagination when it came to those things. It was just that I preferred not to think about stuff like that. I guess it was my morals, or something along those lines. Besides, the things my mind did think up ... I doubted that they were halfway normal.
I exited the restaurant, taking a sharp right to head back to my home. The afternoon air swooped against my bare face, making an involuntary shudder snake its way down my spine. My lips pierced into a frown at the wind which was making it colder then it really was. Sighing, I continued down the street to home, thinking how simply amazing it was that an island could get so cold.
My concentration on getting home with all my body limbs in tact was at once thwarted. A familiar vibration arose in my right pants pocket. My eyebrows arched, mumbling something under my breath about Selphie resorting to text messages. Without another word, I reached into the pocket to snag the phone, coming to a complete halt so I could read the message in peace.
My heart stopped.
/ Happy birthday. I'd strip and give you a night to remember.. but the whole distance thing kind of makes it hard. /
And then it skipped a beat.
My face turned a solid red as I stood there, the wind thrashing against my head, making my spikes of hair whoosh back and forth in it. Blue eyes stared questioningly down at the phone. By this point, my hands and body had begun to violently shake from stun and uncertainty. Of all the people to actually remember my birthday. It had to be him. Him of all people.
When was the last time I had actually spoken to him? The end of September? About a whole month or so now? My stomach churned with that disgusting, familiar feeling of being lovesick. Every time I thought I was healing, he came up with something like this. A joke, I know it was that, but it still had an impact on me.
I mean...who wouldn't want to see Riku completely unclot-
Bad Sora! Innocence is a virtue!
I mentally scolded myself as I hurriedly typed in a response, trying not to sound cruel, offensive, or soft. It was hard, something I had never been an adept in.
/ Thanks I guess. Glad someone remembered... Why haven't you called/
I sighed and pocketed the phone once more.
I returned home quickly, not wanting to bump into anyone from school, afraid that a conversation might spark and then my phone would vibrate and I would be lost in my little fantasy world that I had created. Riku never cared. I had to keep telling myself that. Riku never cared more then a friend, and he never/ever/ would. I needed to stop thinking like a lovesick teenager and more like a hopeful student. Ha, easier said then done.
The minute I walked in the door, my phone vibrated. It had been a good ten minutes, and I dully wondered what Riku could possibly be typing to me that took that long to send. Maybe I shouldn't have asked that either.
/ Sora ... let me explain something to you. While I'm gone, you need to find a new best friend. I'm not going to always be there to talk to you and comfort you anymore. God, you need to move on. Stop living in the past, you sap. Move ON /
My heart shattered and almost melted into a bloody pile right on my welcome mat.
"H-he.." We hadn't even been /dating/ and just the words 'move on' drove a stake into my heart. Tears pricked painfully in the corners of my eyes as I vehemently chucked my phone into my pocket and made my way into the kitchen, trying to get Riku off my mind.
He just couldn't do that to me. How could he forget everything we had gone through? And tell me to move on and find someone to replace him?! I could never replace him; I've tried. Selfish jerk. That's all Riku was.
Right now, I would be more then happy to never speak to Riku Karada as long as I live.
Riku . . . "If shame had a face I think it would kind of look like mine" . . .
"Would you stop /texting/ already? That's all you do!"
Her violent snap, and smack to my head literally broke me off my trance. Jade hues peeled themselves off the text message screen, eagerly awaiting for a new message, to relocate themselves on Yuffie. How did she keep finding me? That girl must have a tracker on me or something. Narrowing my eyes at her, I leaned back in my seat, watching Leon and Cloud dance, or attempt to, in the other part of the room.
"So what? Not like there's anything better to do," I retorted with subtle amusement, leaning my chin into the palm of my hand.
"What about get a girlfriend? You're the only one in our entire group who's still a virgin. I wouldn't be surprised if you're the only guy in this entire school to have not been laid!" She overdramatically said, flailing her arms in the air as her black hair went all into her face.
She reminded me a lot of Selphie, but much more vulgar and blunt.
"And you take that as an accomplishment?" My eyebrow arched from her statement.
"Riku," She pulled the chair she had been sitting in up closer to me, "I'm not sure what it was like where you were from, but here things are different. You don't just 'save yourself' or what ever you claim to be doing. That's what geeks do. Idiots, people who are unattractive and can't get anyone. Either you do it, or be done." She winked teasingly at me, laughing a bit at her own pun.
I didn't find any amusement in this conversation.
"So you're saying that just because I'm not in the mood to fuck someone means I'm a geek? Sorry for being prude." I grumbled darkly in response, taking a sip of the soda on the table.
"Well, that's one way of putting it," She shrugged and noticed the anger gleaming in my eyes, "Listen, I didn't make the rules, I just live by them. You're one of us now, start acting like it." She gave an encouraging nudge to me in the shoulder, pointing her head to the direction of the dancing floor. "Go find someone and talk dirty to them."
"You people are so weird," I muttered, choosing to remain in my seat as I watched Leon and Cloud. Dancing like that back home would probably end up with you getting a slew of offensive names about you.
"Nah. You're just the weird one," Yuffie countered and paused, looking over to Roxas who was speaking with Naminé and avoiding Axel, "I still say you and Roxas would make the most adorable couple ever." She beamed at me.
Pathetic little girl.
"I'm not gay, thank you," I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Do you not like anyone? Are you like ... in love with yourself?" She questioned me, tilting her head to the side as she took a long sip of her own drink.
"I don't fall in love," I answered honestly, shrugging my shoulders. "Not worth it." Maybe it was, but I wasn't willing to argue over something that pointless.
"Man. You are so not getting far in this school." She rolled her eyes at me and arose from her seat to join the mob of dancing bodies. I sighed, considering her to be a horny lunatic, or something along those lines.
Without another word, I reached for my phone once again. It opened with a snap and I peered at the message written inside.
/ What? You don't want to speak to me now/
It was painful how dense and naive Sora could be.
/ No you idiot, I just meant that you need to stop worrying so much about me. /
There, that sounded good. I sent it and peered over at the time. God. It was only six and I was already bored to death. Why had I allowed them to drag me here? Wasn't like I was going to engage in any sexual activities, so why even bother. Muttering something under my breath, I waved down a waitress for another soda. Of course, she gave me this look that screamed 'why are you drinking soda at a place like this'.
One being because I liked my memory, and two; and I wasn't going to hit on anyone /here/.
My phone, once again, rang and I glimpsed down at my pocket to snag the phone.
/Sorry for caring. You can be such a heartless jerk./
Fucking Sora.
/I'm not saying that. Grow up. All I was saying is that you need to find someone that will-/
I deleted the text, growling at how long it was before typing in the brunette's phone number. I'd rather talk to him this way and listen to him cuss me out via telephone than text messaging. Besides ... I hadn't heard from him for a month or so. It felt strange not speaking to him.
"Hello..." Came the rather disdainful answer of Sora.
"Listen. I wasn't trying to hurt you. I was just saying that you need to a find a girlfriend. Someone to make you happy," I shrugged, wishing that just for once I would listen to my own words. Too bad my case was far more complicated than what I was perceiving it to be.
"What if I don't want to?" Sora replied in a snap. I sighed, about to respond but the brunette cut me off, "Do you realize you're the only person to remember that today is my birthday other than my parents?"
I sighed, "...I was?"
"Yeah..." Sora mumbled, obviously hurt by that fact.
For some reason, we just kept hurting each other, and I had no idea how or why we were doing it. It was like no matter what I said, I just ended up making the poor boy angry.
"Riku! Get your ass of that phone and fuck somebody already!" Yuffie hollered from across the room, glaring at me with that dark stare of hers. It was normal for these people to talk like that; think like that. They hadn't been taught any better. I sighed, hearing Sora's small 'eep' from hearing what Yuffie had said.
"All they want me to do here is screw somebody," I scoffed, rubbing my head with vexation.
"Have you?" I was expecting Sora to say that. Sora and his stupid immaturity. These were the times where I did one of my famous comebacks. Hopefully this little joke wouldn't piss Sora off too much.
"Nah. Saving myself for you. You know how much I love you," I teased, figuring that I could kill two birds with one stone. Show Sora that I was still the same person he had been best friends with, and make Yuffie think I was talking to someone and actually meaning it.
"I hate you sometimes..." Sora sighed.
Why he took me so serious, I never knew.
"Sora?" I dared.
"Yeah?" His voice was hopeful; I had no idea why it was.
"Ask Kairi out. It'll be the best thing you could do." And with that I hung up.
I couldn't watch my best friend torture himself when I damn well knew that he was in love with Kairi. I couldn't let him deny it. And as for myself?... Perhaps I'll just slip off before anyone can catch me.. that sounds like a clever, wonderful idea! Too bad it didn't work.
"Riku Karada?"
I was halfway towards the door when a blonde had stopped me. He had dark blue eyes, almost like Sora's, but weren't as perfect. I eyed the spiky blonde, cocking my head to the side. "Yeah, that's me." I grumbled, arching an eyebrow in the process. This kid looked like a hooker, I swear it.
"Roxas Yamazki. Pleased to meet you," He extended his hand to me. I cautiously shook it.
So this was the Roxas I had heard so much about it. Must feel weird being stalked by a guy that loved you no matter what. And you didn't share those feelings and loved someone else. That was kind of a weird situation. I had to give him props for being so mentally strong to deal with it.
"Have you seen Naminé?" He inquired, glancing about.
Right, he loved that blonde girl.
"No," A pause, "But Axel's looking for you." I offered, shrugging my shoulders dismally.
"..." Roxas narrowed his eyes and sighed, "Gwagh. Would he take the hint already. I don't like him." Roxas grumbled, shaking his head in frustration.
"Tell him?" I suggested vaguely. "Don't make the poor guy suffer."
"You don't know him," Roxas refuted, making drastic hand motions, "He's the type of person to get you alone during a mutual conversation, then molest you!" Roxas informed, worry flashing in his eyes.
"If he loves you I doub-" I began but was silenced once more.
"He'll think I'm enjoying it!" Roxas bellowed, shaking his head. "The man's a madman!" Roxas glanced at me, praying for someone to pity him.
And I did.
"That's kind of a sucky situation." I shrugged to which he laughed.
"That's love." He paused and then blinked, "Yuffie tells me you're the virgin boy everyone's talking about it." He flashed me a toothy grin, smirking a bit. "Any particular reason? Or are you hiding your preferences?"
"I just don't see a need to screw everything that walks." I retorted, crossing my arms, only to be interrupted from a text message. I dove into my pocket, bringing the message up to read it.
/Remember Lonestar?/
I glanced briefly away from the phone then to Roxas.
"What'd it say?" Roxas inquired, tilting his head curiously.
"Something from a friend back on the islands." Since when did I stop calling it home? My stomach churned as he I quickly typed a message back, wishing that Sora would just take the hint and break off contact.
Be better for the both of us. He gets too emotionally attached.
/Yeah. I do. You. Me. The Peaches. And our class trip. /
I laughed at the memory.
"Riku?"
My mind was lost to the memory, and I'm quite sure Sora's was as well.
"Gwagh! Riku, I am so bored!""
Sora clung weakly to Riku's shoulder, glancing out the window briefly to spy at the buildings passing them by. Each seemed to grow in size as they went. Blue eyes were glued to them, and to the silver-haired boy beside him. A small smile tugged onto Sora's lips as he pulled once again on Riku's sleeve, trying to pull the teen's attention back to him, all the while balancing his peach dessert.
"Then do something." Riku retorted, leaning his head against the window out of boredom.
"Give me your music if you're not listening to it." Sora suggested taking a bite of the creamy dessert.
Riku sighed, and then reached into his bag for it. Sora was about to snag it from the other's grasps. Riku hesitated, "Here. Listen to this song. My mom loves it." He offered before switching CD's and turning it to number nine. He passed the CD player to Sora and sat back in his seat.
"What's this song?..." Sora dared, arching his eyebrow as he smiled weakly.
"It's by Lonestar. Don't know the song title exactly." Riku replied, staring at the highway outside the window.
"I like it." Sora replied, face turning a light tinge of red.
"Thought you would." Riku teased, watching the brunette take the last spoonful of peach dessert and raise it to his lips. Before he had time to eat said mouthful, Riku reached over, clomping down onto it, and smirking up at Sora.
"Riku!" Sora pouted, glancing down at the silver-haired teen who was currently on his spoon. Sora's face was a dark red by this point as he looked away, letting go of the spoon so Riku could lick it. Or what ever he was planning to do with it.
"Thanks," Riku smirked before leaning over to breathe gently into Sora's ear over the music, "Tastes like summer days."
"You and me," Sora found himself whispering back.
"Hand in hand," Riku continued, leaning back against the seat as Sora paused the music.
"Walking on the beach..." Sora hummed, face still a scarlet red.
"Toes in the sand," Riku murmured, eyes shut as he listened to his friend.
"Tastes like summer days."
"You and me, babe." Riku mumbled, a yawn passing his lips.
"Sweet summer days." Sora finished, smiling at Riku who was drifting into sleep. Why was it so hard to keep his mask on when Riku was around? Stupid hormones...
Sora . . ." If it had a home would it be my eyes". . .
I knew that if I ever spoke to Riku again, I was going to slip. I couldn't keep talking to him and being reminded of all the good times we had. All the times were I constantly hinted, and he never got it. All the times I felt like kissing him when I knew how wrong it was. I sighed miserably, watching my mom in the other room bustling over my birthday cake. It wouldn't be the same without Riku here to celebrate, I was sure of it. But at least he had remembered Lonestar, and that was all I had.
"Tastes like summer days..." I trailed off, body aching to be close to his again.
Thinking back, I really don't understand why I hadn't just told Riku how I felt. He may have gotten mad, but I would have at least known how he felt in response. Of course, I would be expecting a 'no, I don't consider you attractive at all', but it would have put my restless mind at ease. I kept thinking about the 'what if's', and quite frankly, they were driving me insane.
My eyes fell downward at the cell phone n my grasps as I relaxed on the couch. With a sigh, and a quick flick of my right wrist, a video displayed itself on the screen. Pressing up, it began to play.
I remember that day so well. It was last year, to be exact, and Kairi, myself, and Riku were having an ice cream party with our friends in the park. Our parents were there to help. We were celebrating something, I can't remember exactly what. Regardless, the memory itself was all that mattered.
Tidus had taken the video.
It first showed Wakka and Kairi getting ice cream and pushing each other out of line, the typical thing friends did. It then showed a few of our other friends waving at Tidus goofily. A few seconds later Kairi was walking over with ice-cream. And there sat myself and Riku, talking about something. I, of course, was blushing at the camera, and Riku, being the typical tease he was, had his arm slung around my shoulders, and his face incredibly close to me, whispering something in my ear.
Kairi had given me the ice-cream, and taken a seat next to me, yelling at Tidus to go get his before it all melted. Within seconds, the video was off, but not before I had turned to Riku, nose bumping against his.
I remembered what happened after that, even if it wasn't on camera. Riku had grabbed his nose in pain, pretending I had hurt it. He teased me about it for days. Not because of the fact we were /incredibly/ close and within centimeters of kissing and ending the torture for me, but because I bumped his precious nose with my own.
Why did love hurt so much?
"Sora, hunny, Tidus is here."
It was typical that every year on my birthday I had Tidus and Riku spend the night. I figured that this year would be the last. But without Riku here, and just Tidus, things seemed so lonely, and so boring, so fast. My blue eyes glimpsed over at Tidus who was entering the room, carrying a wrapped present in his hands with a smirk before tossing it in my general direction.
"Why hello again, Sora." He smirked, to which I just rolled my eyes. "Happy birthday." He automatically said, having not said it earlier.
"Thanks?" I replied, setting the chucked gift on the couch beside me with a gentle smile in the other's general direction.
"So I guess it's just you and me this year?" Tidus suggested, arching his eyebrows inquisitively. "Unless you've got Riku hidden in your closet?" A long pause as my face turned a shade of red, "That would explain a lot. One, it would give Riku the chance to 'come out of the closet' for you, and two, it would explain why you're always so flustered looking lately." He sent me a devious look.
My face had to be the shade akin to that of a damn apple.
"T-tidus!" I stammered. "That's gross!" Gross? No. More like incredibly pleasing. I had to push the thought away, seeing the simple mention of Riku being in my room sent my mind spiraling into thoughts. And those thoughts were lately turning a lot more explicit than I had previously imagined.
"You have a dry sense of humor." Tidus scoffed with a shrug before peering into the kitchen at my mom. "'Ello Taranda!" He called.
"Hello Tidus!" She called back, waving with the frosting spoon she had used to coat the cake with. "Did you bring an appetite?" She inquired, setting the spoon down and reaching for the blue sprinkles.
"Sure did!" Tidus grinned and then glanced to me, "Guess what we're doing tonight?" He lowered his voice to a whisper.
"Oh god, what?" I dared, blinking slowly.
"We're calling Kairi and asking her out for you." He informed in a matter-oh-fact sort of voice.
My face instantly paled. All right, here was the thing. I had always thought I just had a crush on Kairi and a large one on Riku, but lately that was proving to be a fallacy. In fact, I hadn't shown any interest in any girl's lately ... so was I truly jus t interested in guys? Namely Riku? My heart sank at the idea of dating Kairi. You don't date your best friend ... well, never mind, that theory is wrong all around and would just ruin my chances with Riku if it were true.
"No we're not." I retorted, shaking my head frankly.
"Then we'll just ask her to Homecoming for you. Nothing too major. Just a little date. Make people think that you actually are straight." Tidus teased, sitting down on the couch beside me.
I paled once more. I hated how people openly teased me about not dating any girls. They all assumed I was straight, but just liked to nag and joke around over the fact that I possibly could not be. They had no idea that I wasn't straight at all, and that my mind had taken a strong liking for one certain silver-haired teen whose body screamed sex. And now I was blushing again.
"F-fine." I spoke. I had to agree with him. One date to Homecoming wouldn't be that bad ... right?
"Good." Tidus smacked me on the shoulder. "We better do it tonight before Hayner figures out there's a Homecoming," Tidus explained, "He'd snatch Kairi up in a heartbeat."
I really only wanted to go to Homecoming with- Okay. Now I'm just sounding like a broken record... or a lovesick girl who's mind only focuses on her crush. I'm not a girl! I could think of things other than Riku!
"Okay, okay." I replied hastily.
"Good." Tidus beamed at me and then paused when Taranda motioned for him to come into the room. "Well look, Sora, cake's done." He sent me a devilish grin before he rose from his seat and scampered into the kitchen.
I followed suit to make a wish, eat the chocolate cake, and open my present from him, which was, as expected, a new video game and CD. He always got me the same thing each other.
Sora. . . "Would you believe me if I said i'm tired of this?" . . .
"I can't believe she said yes!"
Tidus seemed more excited over Kairi saying yes to Homecoming than I did. And she was my date. I glanced over at Tidus who was sprawled out in the beanbag chair, grinning up at the television as he continued the level. A sigh slipped from my lip as my gaze turned to the clock. It was already twelve on a Saturday night. A yawn fell for my lips as I rolled over, bringing the blankets up to my chin. Tidus paused the game, looking over at me with a grin.
"Going to bed already?" He questioned, shutting the game off and collasping onto his sleeping bag. The brunette dragged the bean bag over to his sleeping bag to use it as a large pillow.
"I'm tired," Was my only excuse.
"I know, being fifteen is such a hassle." Tidus further teased, rolling his eyes before looking over at me. "Have a good birthday overall?"
"Yeah." I admitted.
"Just think, you got your first date on your birthday." Tidus informed, slipping into the sleeping bag as a yawn elicited from his own lips. "That's pretty special."
"Yeah, I know." I replied with a cheeky smile.
"I bet she'll look damn hot in a dress." Tidus sneered.
I couldn't picture Kairi looking hot. Cute, maybe, but hot? I shrugged dismally. "Yeah, yeah, what ever." I mumbled, nuzzling my head against the pillow with yet another sigh.
"Sorry. Keep forgetting that your sex drive doesn't work for girls." He paused before lowering his voice., "Maybe if I say Riku in the shower that might peek your interest."
I was glad my face was covered with the blankets. "Tidus, you're a sick pervert." Was all I muttered out from my hiding spot, trying to fight off the deep scarlet color dancing on my already reddened cheeks.
"Dry humor," He sang before turning the television off.
Darkness shrouded us as I lay there a few moments, just thinking. That was, of course, before I fell into a dream. A dream that I wish could have been real ...
He pushed him against the wall, a smirk plastering itself on his face. Silver hair fell down onto his swarthy skin as green eyes fixated themselves with blue ones. The smirk then faded to a devilish sneer as he breathed out, hot puffs of air tickling the brunette's face. The brunette squirmed lightly, only making the taller of the two push his body flush to the younger's.
"Tell me again," Breathed out the silver-haired teen, lips ghosting over the sensitive part of Sora's neck, "What you meant by 'desires'." His voice was sultry, and it made the brunette feel intoxicated at once.
"N-nothing," Sora attempted coolly, doing his best to keep his arms by his sides. In the end, his arms betrayed him, and wrapped themselves around Riku's neck. Fingers shakily played with the silky strands of silver hair he found there as a nervous smile crept onto his cherry lips.
"You're sexy when you're nervous, you know that?" Riku breathed out huskily, lips descending onto the brunette's neck.
A gasp elicited from Sora's lips as he arched his neck away from the touch, allowing more of his heated flesh to Riku. His fingers dug into the mass of silver hair as he felt those angelic lips trail sloppily up his neck, biting and licking as they went.
Mews intermingled with moans flew from Sora's lips as he felt the lips constantly pressing against his flesh, soon to be at his jaw line. The kisses continued, only to be paused when they were face-to-face. "I want you, Sora." Riku whispered, kissing the boy's cheek as his hands slid up the brunette's shirt.
"Please," Sora begged, arching into the cold touch of Riku's hand. "Please," He continued, loving how Riku smirked at him and kissed him full on.
I was /regretfully/ awaken at that point of the dream by my cell phone vibrating on the nightstand. I hissed darkly, sitting there for a few moments as the vibrating stopped. My whole body was incased with sweat, and I felt /incredibly/ weak and desperate to feel Riku's lips against my body once more.
A soft whimper escaped my own lips as I ran a hand across my neck, tears prickling in my eyes as I did such. It wasn't real, but it felt so good.
It had been only two months, and my affection for my best friend had gone from crush, to love, to a /mature/ form of love within that time. Not only did I desire to be with Riku, but I desired him ... god, I'm losing my mind.
And it's all his fault.
