Okay. I know this took me FOREVER to get up…but my internet was down because it got struck by lightning and we just got it fixed…UGH. This would have been up earlier today besides the fact that TWICE. NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE I typed this freaking chapter up and even though I saved it, some stupid Error pop-up popped up and exited and DELETED my chapter!!! UGGGGGHHH I am so angry right now! Okay…well at least it's typed up now…………so, I hope you enjoy this one, because I really loved it!


Chapter 7

Silent.

It was so damn silent.

Every step...every movement he made was so loud against all that silence.

As he slid beneath those covers, into that warm bed…next to that warm, accepting haven, it was still so loud.

Sora wouldn't mind, would he? He wouldn't mind if Riku explained to him how hard or how cold that floor was. And if he explained how sad he had felt…how utterly alone.

Surely Sora wouldn't mind if he explained that to him, right?

But none of that really mattered now.

He slid into the bed, trying not to move too vividly.

It felt good. Better than the floor had felt. But still, Riku could not sleep.

He turned his head to the left, his weary gaze resting on the sleeping brunette.

"Sora…" He whispered, the name barely escaping his lips.

Leaning over, he slowly- ever so slowly- brushed a troublesome lock of hair from the boys' peaceful, swollen face.

The injuries made him cringe. Had Sora really fallen down the stairs?

It felt as if someone were squeezing his heart…although it looked so painful, Sora looked so peaceful…so beautiful…his lips so contently resting against each other. They weren't pressed closed, they were simply…closed.

And suddenly, Riku found himself closer to the boy than he had ever intended He was overcome with the urge to press his lips to Sora's. Hard.

And again, oh so suddenly, his hands were on either side of Sora's head. Oh how he wanted those soft, innocent lips against his own.

He unconsciously lowered his face, hardly an inch from the sleeping one. Warm, even breath pulsated over his cheeks. "Sora…" He repeated, allowing his eyes to dart over the boy's gentle face. His beauty was almost overtaking. "Kiss me…." He breathed, leaning closer. No response but an uncomfortable shift from the boy below.

Only a centimeter separated the two. Riku lifted his leg, slowly, trying not to make any noise. Still ever so slowly, he set his knee on the other side of Sora's hip, pinning him down.

"Kiss me…..now." His breath came out in hot spouts. And suddenly, there was no space, no gap, no anything between the eager lips and the unsuspecting ones.

At first he felt nothing. No satisfaction…nothing. What the hell was he thinking, anyways? But then…"Nngh…" and there was something there he could actually feel.


Warmth. That was all he could feel.

'Riku…?'

No…this was only a dream…right? He didn't know, but the warmth felt so good. He leaned into it, allowing it to engulf him.

This seemed to be a…rather vivid dream. Until there was a slight sting to the left side of his lower lip………dreams didn't hurt.

His blue eyes ever so slightly flickered open to reveal two sheets of thin Silver locks hanging down, to shield either side of someone's face….who was that person? …An angel?

Aqua eyes were stained an almost equal shade of silver by the moonlight.

"Riku!" Sora cried, tearing their lips apart. He gasped, sitting bolt upright, his hands creating a gap between them.

"R-Riku!" He stammered, dumfounded, "What the hell are you doing?!"

The once hazy, moonlit eyes were now lively, with an astonished largeness to them.

Riku leapt backwards, to the foot of the bed, still surprised and confused by what had just occurred.

"I…I…I have no idea…" He stood, slowly making his way to the window, his eyes never once leaving the frightened brunette. "I'm sorry………….I-I'm leaving."

Sora still didn't dare to speak. Even as a cool midnight breeze slid in through the now ajar window, and a startled, confused Riku slid out.

He couldn't even manage to choke out a simple, "Wait."

But he could manage to sit there and blink, lifting his fingertips to the tender, violated lobes of his lips. He was shaking all over, his heart still racing. What had just happened, Sora was having trouble comprehending. He forced the lump in his throat down, his tongue and mouth dry.

Why was he so flustered? That…kiss………whatever it was, it must not've been on purpose or at least not a fully conscious action… the look in Riku's eyes…he didn't mean to do it, right? If not, then why was he feeling this way?


Woooowww...I hope that didn't suck too bad. DDx I thought it sounded okay. And yes, I'm sorry for not getting it up sooner! I hope it wasn't too short...I'll post again sometime soon