Summary: Upon return to Destiny Islands, Sora finds himself more and more drawn to an injured Riku in the surprisingly unfamiliar atmosphere while Kairi still holds tightly to a promise he's unintentionally made to her. SoraxRiku

Warning: I like my angst, and I like my hurt/comfort, and mostly, I like my SoraxRiku.

AN: Sorry that took a bit. It's summer, I'm less productive. ; But better late than never! Chapter 6 has arrived. p

Disclaimer: Square Enix is god. Disney is sort of a demigod I guess. I am but a lowly servant.

Everyday

Chapter 6

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"Rise and shine boys, time to check out." A cheery voice awakened me.

Ugh, not right now, don't want to get up. So tired, didn't sleep at all last night… I snuggled down deeper into the haze of dreams surrounding me.

Tired…

Comfortable…

Warm… I wiggled around in my bed, feeling unusually restrained. Something wasn't right…

My pillow. I kneaded it with my fingers, pushing at it to get it into the right position. It didn't work. Stupid pillow, why won't you… I grunted and punched it roughly.

My pillow groaned. Hah, that'll show it.

"Sora, you asshole…" My pillow retaliated, a hard fist coming down over my head. Ouch! Not cool.

I slowly cracked one eye open to give the pillow a glare. It looked a bit different that usual, floral patter pillowcase replaced with a very real simulation of my best friend. I couldn't complain. Riku was pretty. He didn't make a very cooperative bedtime accessory though.

"Sora, get off." His voice was quiet, deadly. A deadly Riku is a bad thing. That woke me up. Oh crap.

It's hard to describe our positions exactly, or how we got into them. Hell, I don't even remember falling asleep. But suffice is to say, they were a bit… provocative, embarrassing… bad. My legs were wrapped haphazardly around his, my knee in a place where it definitely should not have been. That which I had believed to be my pillow was actually Riku's chest. I was sleeping, drooling actually, on Riku's chest.

Riku himself was tense beneath me, stiff as a board. He was glaring, his cheeks bright red.

"Ehehehe, oops?" So sorry Riku, didn't mean to molest you in my sleep… even if you do look pretty funny embarrassed like this. It was pretty hard to embarrass Riku. I would have to store this little incident aware for future reference.

"So sorry." I laughed nervously, quickly untangling myself and standing up, taking a few safe steps away from the bed. There. See? Never happened. Nice Sora. No kill.

Riku just stared.

"Boys…" Both of us looked up at that. Riku's mom was leaning in the doorway, smiling at us weakly like we did this sort of thing all the time. Maybe in this world, we did. Heh, that would be funny. Weird, but funny.

"It's time to come home." She smiled.

Ah, home. Riku and I looked to each other for a stiff moment, then we both shrugged, and as he rose from the bed, I grabbed his hand.

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I'd forgotten what Riku's house was like. I'd only been there a few times in the past. It was big. Big and empty. His parents were wealthy, and they didn't have great decorating style. I bet if you yelled, your voice would echo off the walls. Riku and his dad used to do a lot of yelling, so I guess these walls did a lot of echoing.

Riku's parents tried to help him up to his room while I followed along feeling useless. He wasn't on crutches, but he walked pretty stiffly, and the stairs were a problem. He didn't want their help, otherwise things could have been a lot easier. As it was, by the time we got to his room, Riku was about ready to drop. No strenuous activity my ass. That boy just can't accept help from anyone.

I'd never seen his room before. It wasn't empty like the rest of the house, but it wasn't cluttered either. There were maps on the walls, a sign of how adventures he'd always been. Weapons on display, I'm sure his parents disapproved. And pictures. Pictures of me. Pictures of Kairi. That made me smile. I'd never seen Riku as the sentimental type.

He groaned

"Here, lie down." I said, shaking my head fondly. "You should have let someone help you."

"Don't need help." He muttered, but lied down anyway. Yeah, right.

It wasn't as if Riku couldn't get by on his own, wasn't self-sufficient. It's just… everybody needs help sometimes, you know? I taught him that once. I guess he forgot. It was going to be hard to teach him again. Riku never was the trusting type. Living on his own in the darkness, I couldn't really blame him. He'd been completely self-reliant for the last two years. It must have been odd to suddenly be surrounded by people who cared about you. Odd, but nice, I hoped.

"You want any of these?" I asked, beginning to unpack the bag the hospital had sent home with him. There were wraps, ace bandages, ointments and creams, and most importantly, bottles of pain medication.

"No." He said tersely, stretching out on the bed. No? I stared at him. He stared back. I raised an eyebrow. He sighed. "This is the first time I've felt coherent in days. Leave it alone Sora."

"Fine. You'll take some later then." I said with a nod, finishing unpacking all his meds. Riku just snorted, trying to get comfortable on his bed.

"What are you, my mother?" He quipped. No, you wouldn't dare let your mother fuss over you like this, would you Riku?

"Maybe." I answered, grinning. "Do you want me to read you a bedtime story Rikuuuu?"

"Shut up!" He threw a pillow at me. I threw it back.

"Once upon a time, in a land far far away-"

"Sora, I swear!"

"-there was a beautiful princess who lived in a tower. And her name, was Princess Riku. Now, Princess Riku was deeply in love-" That got him out of bed. Screw his ribs, Riku came flying across the room, tackling me to the ground, one hand pressed firmly over my mouth.

"Umph urg um ptt." I told him, trying to continue with my story. It was a good story. Full of adventure, action, romance and heartbreak. He would have liked it if he'd only given it a chance. Really.

"No! No more story!" Riku commanded. Well, obviously. He had his hand over my mouth, I couldn't exactly continue. Jeez.

We lay there for a few moments, me given up on my story, and Riku not trusting to take his hand off my mouth. That's when I realize Riku was stretched out, full body length on top of me. With every breath his chest expanded into mine. His legs pinned me to the ground, one hand over my mouth, the other clutching my forearm. It was… odd. We did it all the time when we were kids. It was different now.

I stared.

Apparently, Riku realized the uncomfortable position as well, because he coughed, and I could feel his muscles tense as he removed his hand from my mouth. He stared at the carpet next to my head like it had the answers to the universe. Maybe it did. I checked the ceiling. Nope.

Minutes passed. Neither of us moved.

Well, it wasn't my fault. I couldn't move, he had me pinned. I might be stronger than him in a fight, but he was a lot bigger than me… and then there was the little matter of not really wanting to move.

Riku was blushing though, getting redder by the second. Usually that would be pretty funny, but right now I felt sort of bad. Probably because I was getting some sort of guilty pleasure out of this. Why didn't he just…

"Um, Riku, you can get off now…" He just glared at the carpet, blushing hard. Okaaay.

"Seriously, no more story. I'll think of a new one..." He coughed. Looked at the bed, looked back at the floor. Uh huh…

He shifted a little. Then nothing. The Jeopardy song started playing in my head. Na nuh na nuh…

Why did I feel like he was waiting for me to say something? He was the one who had me tackled. This isn't my fault. It's wasn't!

His hand was getting sweaty on my forearm.

"…Riku?" You still alive over there?

"That… um…" Yeeees? Can you explain why you're still laying on me here, because, hello, losing blood circulation.

"That hurt." He finished lamely, staring at the carpet for all he was worth.

Oh.

Ohhhh!

Heh, Riku needed my help.

I will not make a big deal out of this. I will not make a big deal out of this. I will not make a big deal out of this…

"Here, let me." I told him a bit too cheerfully perhaps, pushing him gently off me and rolling him onto his back. Now he was staring at the ceiling instead of the carpet. Hey, change of scenery.

"Can you sit up?" I asked, slipping an arm behind his back. He grunted. That would be a 'no'.

"Okay." Guess it's up to me then.

I slipped my other hand under his knees and lifted him up to my chest like a child. It must have looked weird, him being so much bigger than me, but I'm strong, I'm the Keyblade Master, I can take care of him. See?

Riku didn't make any noises of complaint, just winced and shuddered rather strangely when I lay him back down on the bed. Idiot shouldn't have gotten up in the first place…oh don't you look at me like that! It's not my fault he tackled me! I was just telling a nice little bedtime story! Riku's the one who decided to get violent! Jeez.

"Ready for that pain medication now?" I asked, but didn't wait for an answer, instead going for the bottle and taking out a pill. "Want some water?"

Riku just took the pill from my hand, swallowing it dry. Ick.

I sat down on the edge of his bed, messing with the blankets and trying to make him comfortable. He looked pale. I felt a little bad.

"Sora."

"Huh?"

"Go home."

"What?" Huh?

"Go home." Said coldly, finally. I didn't get it. Why was he angry? I hadn't done anything wrong! Had I?

"But… I…" I protested.

"Go home!"

I went home.

TBC…