Okay, so I'm going to warn you now. In this scene, there's a bit of making out, but nothing more then that. It doesn't get too hot 'n heavy, so, you know. JUST A WARNING. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
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After spending just a week together, Riku realized that Sora really wasn't as different as he'd initially suspected. No, in fact, he was just as goofy and clumsy, pouty and even easy to beat in games of wrestling that he still often asked for as he'd been before the accident. The only difference was, now Riku would often catch Sora daydreaming, or just staring out at the ocean. Of course the boy used to do that before, too, but now he would stay out there until Riku forced him back inside, insisting he would get a cold. The brunette would even occasionally get excited about remembering things that never happened. It seemed he was confusing things that happened in his little fantasy world for things that he'd done here, in the real world. It was worrisome, because Sora spoke of a certain person that he couldn't seem to remember, but felt very strongly for. It unnerved Riku so badly that he had taken serious thought into actually quitting his job, just to stay with the younger boy and help him never, ever find out. Maybe it was selfish of him to not want Sora to talk about anyone but him.
"Riku, isn't it time to leave?" Sora asked, snapping his fingers and breaking the trance that the silverette had been in. "What? Oh, I suppose it is." He murmured, looking around the room and then standing to his feet with a grunt, leaving Sora to sit alone on the couch. "Well, I'll be back tonight, so don't do anything stupid. And don't leave the house. I don't care if you can walk now, you might seriously get lost, and apparently you can't work a cellphone." Riku narrowed his eyes, not at all blaming Sora for his inability to type in '911' or any other number, not even his own. "Ahh, whatever!" The younger laughed, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and turning his attention back to the cartoon cat angrily chasing a mouse on the television. "I'm serious." The man repeated, leaning closer to Sora's face so as to get his attention. It worked well, for Sora immediately squirmed away and nodded, cheeks puffing out into a slight pout. "I know, jeez! I'm not a baby …"
At that, Riku frowned, then straightened the wrinkles in his shirt before turning and starting out the door, a worried look crossing his face just as it did everyday he had to leave the other alone. "Sometimes I seriously wonder …" he muttered under his breath, closing the door behind him.
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Sora closed his eyes and rubbed at his temple. A lot of things had been coming back recently, but he couldn't quite separate what was what, or so Riku would say when he would bust out and excitedly report he remembered something. It was sad, because he wanted his memory to be whole, because when there was a piece missing from his memory, there was a piece missing from his heart. "Where can it be …" the brunette wandered aloud, frowning sadly, a face he didn't want to let Riku see. And there was that damn person he still couldn't remember. He was so smug, and cocky, and … and … Closing his eyes, Sora felt his heartbeat accelerate. Was it possible that he was … in love with the mystery person? At this sudden realization, Sora jumped up excitedly, eyes wide. He was in love! He was in love with the mystery person who always made him choke up!
But this was a problem. He didn't know who it was, or if that person was real, or just existed in his dreams. "Ah, my heart wouldn't trick me like that." Sora assured himself, nodding and smiling happily, extremely excited. He wanted to tell Riku right away, but at the same time, he wanted to keep it a secret. Yes, it was decided! He was going to wait and tell Riku he'd discovered this whenever he found out who he was in love with, and this meant he was going to work hard on finding out. Sora was eager to know more about what went on in his dreams, or even before that, but right now, his eyes had wandered back over to the television and found that the current cartoon was quite an interesting one. Well, he had awhile yet to find out all that stuff …
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Riku rubbed at his temple, trying to think of a way to silence the girl beside him before finally deciding it was best he just accept her proposal. She could come over and see Sora for a little while and they could all chat and hang out, just like they used to, even though she didn't visit him very much in the hospital, a fact of which he was still very ticked about. "Yes Kairi, you can come over … I'll drive you, so it's not a problem …" the silverette finally informed, turning to face the redhead beside him, giving her a strained smile as he watched her eyes widen in shock. "You mean it? I can see him? Oh god, I hope he remembers me! I can't wait, thank you so much, Riku! I promise, this is-"
Before she could continue on anymore, Riku silenced her with his hand and shook his head. "Yes, Kairi, I know. It's going to be a lot of fun. It always is." The man murmured before pointing over to the station that she was supposed to be working, indicating that she should get back. After a few more excited squeals, she left, though not before giving Riku a headache. Thinking about it, he regretted ever accepting her request. He was already getting jealous of someone other then him spending time with a vulnerable Sora who's feelings could easily be manipulated. Why he was so jealous, he had no idea. One night of another's company wouldn't be so bad for Sora, but he wanted it to be only him. God, he really was a selfish bastard when it came down to it.
"Sorry, Sora." He whispered to himself, shaking his head and running his fingers through his own silver locks. "Guess you got stuck with the worst possible person to help you recover." And that was probably true. Well, maybe Kairi would spark a memory or two. Kairi and him were close friends, even after Sora began to distance himself. It was odd, and Riku still never knew the reasons as to why Sora one day, after they both were hanging out at the beach, decided to begin distancing himself. But it wasn't from everyone. No, it was just Riku who took the blow, and it hurt to see that everyone would get a smile and a laugh from Sora, but when he would get near the boy would turn away, if he even managed to get near at all. Perhaps Sora losing his memories was a blessing in disguise.
Ah, there he went again, being selfish. He wanted the old Sora back. He missed the old Sora. He loved the old Sora, no matter how much the old Sora disliked him. Wait … loved? Surely he'd meant that in a friendly sort of way. Slowly Riku lifted a hand to cover his lips, staring incredulously at the counter in front of him. Love. He wasn't even sure how he felt anymore.
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Sora looked up at the clock, satisfied that it wasn't much longer before Riku would be home. He had decided to be nice and tidy up just a bit, and by tidying up, he just threw the clothes on the floor into piles and placed the dishes in the sink, as well as the trash in the trashcan. There was really nothing else he could do, seeing as he was technologically impaired or something along those lines. At least he could use the remote, because the current cartoon that was on was way boring. So he began to flip through the seemingly endless channels, face scrunching up as he tried to find something. As soon as the door opened, however, he jumped up, grin spreading from ear to ear as he turned around and gave a loud cry of, "Riku, welcome home!"
It was too late to take it back after it was already out. He saw the redheaded female a bit too late, and his curiosity was instantly piqued. Not only was it curiosity, but it was also jealousy, or maybe something like he was angry? Like, how had Riku dared to bring a girl home? Woah, that wasn't like him at all! But, when he got a closer look at the girl that was now running over with a loud yell, she seemed oddly familiar.
"Kairi … ?" he softly murmured, the name forming so easily on his lips. The look on the girls face was incredulous as she screamed. "Riku, did you hear! He remembers! He remembers me!" Sora blinked, still unsure of just exactly who she was, but he did know a few vague facts. But he wasn't focusing on them. He was focusing on the dark expression that had made it's way across Riku's face as he leaned on the closed door, arms folded across his chest as usual.
"So I heard …" he spoke cooly, trying not to let out how unhappy he truly felt. As if the seething expression on his face wasn't enough of a giveaway already. Kairi didn't notice it, but Sora couldn't look away. He stared blankly, mouth slightly agape as Kairi began to chatter away. "Here, Sora, sit with me!" the girl said, sitting on the couch and patting the seat next to her. After a few seconds more, he was forced to look away, feeling like he might've just murdered his best friend as he sat down beside the girl. "You, too, Riku!" Kairi called. Slowly, grudgingly, Riku walked over, sitting next to Sora, eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of him as the brunette looked at his legs, ashamed that he had so easily remembered Kairi, yet had had to have Riku reintroduce himself. So, as the female chattered away, Sora glanced over at the now unreadable expression on the silverettes face, then began thinking of things he would say to him tonight.
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After Kairi left, it was awkward. The two sat alone on the couch, ignoring that it was way past the bedtime Riku had set for Sora. The tension was near unbearable and Sora couldn't stop curling and uncurling his fingers, an action which made Riku want to reach over and grab the boys hand just to make him stop. It felt like hours before Riku finally spoke up and made what was left of Sora's heart break into small little pieces.
"What a nice surprise."
Immediately the brunette turned his head to face the pale man, eyes wide and mouth agape. "Riku, I … I didn't mean to …" he choked, trying to explain. "What? Who said I was angry?" the silverette said with a smirk that obviously told otherwise. He was jealous. It wasn't fair for Kairi to be remembered and not him. Now it was obvious to him that Sora cared for Kairi more then him. It shouldn't bother him so much, it shouldn't actually hurt this much, because he already knew, but god! He felt horrible.
"Riku, it's not what you think! It just … It's not like …" Sora started again, trying to find some sort of words to explain himself. "Her name just came so easily …" the other finally spoke, saddened eyes moving to the floor. That only served to get Riku even angrier. "And mine didn't?" he asked, glaring. Sora parted his lips to speak, but had no time to say anything before a pair of lips met his own and he was pushed to the couch. It was an odd sensation, and definitely not an enjoyable one, though there were short bolts of pleasure running through his spine. He could literally taste Riku's sadness through the rough kiss, and a loud gasp mixed with a whimper erupted from his throat as the silverette's tongue intruded into his mouth. Hurriedly Sora moved his hands, trying to push the man away and stop him before things got too out of control, but he was much too weak. His hands were easily pinned above his head by just one of the other's pale hands.
Still, he writhed beneath the elder, shivering and giving another whimper as their tongues mashed together and a hand made it's way under his shirt. It seemed that, just as soon as Riku noticed the expression on his face, one of confusion mixed with terror, he realized what he was doing and immediately pulled away leaving Sora laying on the couch, eyes half open, face flushed, and mouth wide open, his breathing heavy.
"R-Riku …" the brunette whispered softly, voice cracking as he moved his hands just in time for Riku to furrow his brows and bite his lip in shame as he turned his head away so he wouldn't have to look at the poor boy. "Hmph." Riku replied, immediately getting off of the other and standing to his feet, running his fingers through his hair and rushing to grab his keys. Hearing this, Sora sat up, eyes widening as he scrambled to get off the couch and follow the silverette. "Riku, are you leaving?" The other didn't bother to reply as he opened the door. "Wait! Where are you going!" Sora called, rushing over. Once again, Riku didn't answer. And, just before the door closed, Sora managed to grab a hold of the others shirt, eyes wide with fear. "You-You'll come back to me … Won't you?" the younger asked softly, needily. The question made Riku's heart stop as he stared into those damned orbs that made him want to ravish that lovely body. Why did he only now realize that he had such a strong desire to do these things? Why, now that Sora was so vulnerable?
"I don't know." He finally answered, pushing the boy back and hurrying to close the door, then heading off just as quickly as possible so as not to have the brunette follow. Sora tumbled backwards and landed on his bottom, staring at the tile beneath him with a momentary shocked expression. He didn't know? What good was that going to do him! "Riku …" Sora spoke sadly, eyes starting to water as realization set in. "Riku, you can't leave me here, dammit …" the brunette choked, covering his face and crying softly. "It's you … I love you …"
