Author's Note: Different opinions on the POV... Very interesting! *Vexen face returns* xD

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Warnings: None

"I'm filming you,"

"Turn the camera off, Riku…" Sora sighed in exasperation.

"Make me."

"I don't have time… Just quit!"

Riku simply smirked and zoomed in on Sora's sulky face and wide blue eyes, before speaking to the camera; "Hey Kairi, this is Sora making you a really ridiculous present. You've only been gone like three days, and are coming back in two, but this wise guy's acting like you've gone to another world and not the other side of the Island-"

"Riku."

"So, he's making you this piece o' junk for when you get back…" Riku zoomed in on a mishmash of shells and other items all piled up on a piece of paper, which Sora valiantly tried to cover.

"Damn it, Riku!"

Riku smirked softly and switched off the camera, "What are you trying to do? You can't stick shells on there; they'll just fall off again,"

"How d'you know?" Sora grumbled; his attention was still on his loving task at hand.

"Because I'm less of a doofus than you,"

It was almost lunchtime. Sora squinted into the sunlight that spilled through his window and did his best not to get annoyed. Riku seemed ok… In fact, to anyone other than Sora, nothing would have seemed amiss; the older boy was acting like everything was normal, as if last night hadn't even happened.

However, he was starting to get increasingly irritating; Sora was trying to make a gift for Kairi, and Riku was pretty much pushing all the right buttons to put him off the whole idea.

"What are you gonna make out of all that anyway?"

Sora exhaled in a growl and glared up into Riku's fringe, "It's called being nice to your friends! Making a gift! When was the last time you gave me a gift, Riku? Never."

"Oh so you want gifts from me? Is my friendship not good enough for you? It's not like you ever make me things…"

"Yes, I do." Sora juggled three shells, "I spent days making those wristlets that time. We all have one; Kairi wears hers. I wear mine. You never wear yours."

"I can't wear jewellery,"

"Excuses don't do you no good…" Sora sighed in a sing-song tone.

"I'm serious."

Sora laughed, "Yeah…right… You just hated it."

"I don't hate it."

"Oh, so you broke it…"

"It's broken. I didn't break it."

Sora rolled his eyes and continued to wrestle with shells and glue, "Course not… You can't wear jewellery, and the wristlet broke its own self to save you all the trouble…"

Riku didn't say anything.

Sora gave up with the glue and shells and began drawing half a Paopu fruit. He wasn't great at drawing them, and he wanted it to be perfect. He huffed and practised drawing them on a spare sheet of paper. He soon gave up on that too, scrunching up the paper and tossing it at Riku.

"I'm not your bin."

"You should get an earring again," Sora said after a while of silence.

"Yeah, if I want it ripped out of my ear again." Riku spat under his breath.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Just quit talking to me now and make your… whatever the hell it is." Riku sounded strange, making Sora look over at him; he was stretched out on his back on Sora's bed, head down and arms folded, hair hiding his face.

"Riku?"

"What?"

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I'm gonna take a nap. Just be quiet."

Sighing, Sora turned back to his work.

XxXxXxXxX

"Riku…"

Riku remained asleep. Sora had the urge to brush his hair from his face, but he didn't dare.

"Riku…" He poked him on the nose, "Are you awake yet? I can't see your eyes, so I dunno if they're open or…"

"What d'you want?" The older boy murmured, sitting up.

"My mom wants to know if you're staying for lunch,"

"I can't."

"Why?"

"D'you have to question everything? What time is it- Oh. I gotta go."

Sora looked down at his shoes.

Riku laughed, "Don't look like that."

Sora always felt odd when Riku laughed. He didn't laugh much. It made him happy when he did.

"I'll see you later, okay, Sora?"

"Yeah…"

Sora had been hoping Riku would stay. He was starting to wish that Riku stayed all the time. His mind clouded with images of Riku going back to what he called a 'home'. A home isn't a home if you're not safe.

Sighing, he put Kairi's present on top of his wardrobe to finish later, and collected the paper from his bed.

It had been unrolled again, and Riku had drawn in the other half of all the Paopu fruits.

XxXxXxXxX

It was raining. Sora finished Kairi's present by midnight, but he still wasn't happy with it. The rain built up into a crescendo, then petered out again, and Sora clambered stiffly up from the floor to close his window.

"Cramp…" He muttered to no one.

He stayed looking out of the window, sniffing the damp air. He wondered if Riku was okay.

In a way, he supposed he already knew the answer; no. What would he do if he was in Riku's situation? He couldn't even imagine, but he knew that he'd confide in Riku, like Riku had confided in him. He'd be scared to though. He wondered if Riku had been scared to tell him.

He had just come out with it so casually one night when he'd been sleeping over that Sora hadn't known what to say. It had started when he thought he heard Riku crying, and when he asked, Riku had told him that he didn't cry, and that his father would smack him one if he did.

Maybe Riku really had been crying.

I wish I knew how to help you.

But how?