Hey, I'm so sorry it took so long to update this story. I was stuck on it for awhile, then I went to NY City for a week. I had so much fun! I got to see Wicked and The Lion King! Best broadway shows ever in my opinion!
Anyway, enjoy this chapter. Don't get mad at me for the ending. O.o
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Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or the characters. The only thing I own is the story and my character Hitara.
"Riku! Come on, stop! I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems!" Hitara yelled as she ran down the sidewalk after the silverette who was storming down the beach.
"Not as bad as it seems?!" he shouted, stopping abruptly, causing Hitara to collide with him. She fell backwards, landing on her back, trying to catch herself with her hands. She hissed in pain, holding her right wrist. "How the hell can you say that?" He glared down at her. "He had her pinned to the floor and was kissing her!"
"Maybe she forced it on him!"
"Okay, usually when people do that, they're the one that's on top, not the other way around!"
"Riku-"
"I can't believe I was so stupid! He loved her last year! She was the one he was looking for at first, no me. I should've known that would never go away."
Hitara winced, holding her wrist tighter. Riku was still pacing angrily in front of her, his feet kicking up little clouds of dust from the sand. He bit his knuckle and sighed. "I'm sorry," he said suddenly, his voice quiet and full of hurt, "I shouldn't be taking my anger out on you." He offered a hand and she grasped it, allowing him to pull her up. "Are you okay?"
She shook her head. "I think I sprained my wrist. Axel always did tell me, 'if you're going to fall on your ass, then fall on your ass'." Riku looked at the rolling waves; moonlight was sparkling off of the water's surface. "I'm sorry. That was stupid."
"Not your fault my heart's snapped in two."
"Riku." She sighed and put a hand on his shoulder.
He shrugged her hand away and crossed his arms. Her fingers curled over the air and she dropped her hand. "I give up," she muttered walking back toward the sidewalk.
"Riku?!" Hitara's eyes widened when she saw Sora running down the path, looking hurt and confused. Hitara looked back down the beach...Riku was gone. Sora skidded to stop in front of her. There were tear lines down his cheeks. "Where'd he go?" he asked her quietly.
She pointed down the beach. "I don't think you'll catch him." He let out a groan, more tears escaping his eyes. She smiled sadly and pulled him to her in a one-armed hug. "It'll be okay."
"But I don't get it! Why would Kairi-"
"Apparently she's a jealous bitch." He looked at her, confused. "Sora, I don't know how, but she found out about you and Riku. I told her to leave you alone, but I guess she couldn't get over it. She still likes you."
"I was going to tell her I like Riku...eventually. But, now I'm really confused! That kiss- never mind."
"That kiss what?" Hitara asked raising an eyebrow at him.
"Never mind. I need to talk to Riku, but, he hates me now!"
"Then talk to him!" she said loudly giving him a shake.
"He won't listen-"
"Make him listen. Don't let him slip through your fingers."
Sora paused in thought, a finger to his lips. Tears were still pooling in his cerulean blue eyes. He bit his lower lip and said, "Thanks."
Hitara nodded. "I'm sure he's home by now if that's where he went."
The small brunette took off down the beach, disappearing in the palm trees.
...
Riku sighed, leaning against the front door to his house. He was so glad his mother was out for the night, not wanting to explain his saddened state. "There's no way that happened," he whispered to himself, "You overreacted you idiot. Sora probably thinks you never want to see him again." He paused and mentally smacked himself. Talking to yourself never solved anything. He sighed again and trudged into the living room, pulling rings off his fingers, letting the silver fall to the floor. He flopped down on the couch and flipped on the tv. Not even taking an interest with what was on the screen, he stared at the ceiling, draping an arm over his eyes. "I shouldn't have run out."
Suddenly, there were several urgent knocks on the door and he sat up abruptly, looking at the painted wood. "Riku, it's Sora," a familiar voice from the other side said, "Please, let me in."
"Door's open," the silverette said without a moments hesitation.
The small brunette slowly opened the door and stepped onto the threshold, pulling the door closed behind him. He was pulling and twisting the bottom of his shirt nervously. "Riku, I..." Sora bit his lower lip, not knowing how to word what he was about to say.
"It's okay Sora." The younger boy lifted his eyes to meet the gaze of turquoise eyes. Riku lifted a finger and beckoned him to come over. He hesitated but crossed the room and stood in front of the silverette. Riku looked up at the boy, urging him to continue. Sora opened his mouth to say something but closed it and looked at the tv. Riku rolled his eyes and grabbed the brunette's wrist, pulling him down on the couch beside him. "Talk."
"What happened...she did it, not me."
"I believe you." Sora's cobalt blue eyes shot up at this remark. Riku put a hand to his cheek, gently caressing the smooth skin with his thumb. "I overreacted. I don't know what got into me."
"Riku, I-"
"Shh. Don't speak." He gently pressed their lips together, caressing the soft skin lovingly with his tongue. His fingers laced themselves in Sora's hair. The younger boy wrapped an arm around Riku, deepening the kiss. Riku happily obliged, pushing Sora against the couch, straddling him. His hands were slowly working their way up the brunette's shirt as he continued to place gentle, yet passionate, kisses on his lips. His fingers danced on Sora's skin, tracing random shapes.
Sora suddenly groaned and pushed the silverette away. "Riku, wait."
The silverette ignored him, planting kisses on his jaw line and down his throat, stopping to suck on the tanned flesh. Sora groaned at this feeling, pushing against Riku's shoulders. The older boy sat up and said, "What is it this time?"
"...Th-That wasn't the only thing I needed to tell you."
"Oh?" Riku carefully climbed off of Sora and sat beside him. "Well, I'm listening."
"Kairi...her kiss. Oh, please don't hate me."
"What?"
"I kinda...liked it," Sora said looking away from him. Riku's eyes widened in shock.
"You what?"
"I don't know! I had wanted to kiss her for so long, then I started liking you- then I found her- I'm so confused!"
"You still like her, don't you?" Riku whispered slowly.
"...I don't know. Maybe."
Silence overtook the next few minutes; Sora glancing at the worn beige carpet, afraid to look at the silverette; Riku staring into space, not knowing how to react to what his boyfriend had just said. Had he felt this way since they found Kairi? Tears were slowly pooling in his turquoise eyes.
"Riku?"
"I think you should leave Sora."
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-"
"Please. I don't think my heart can take anymore."
Sora choked back a sob and hugged him quickly, kissing his cheek. "I still love you Riku. I always will. Kairi is just-"
"Just go," he whispered.
Sora stood, not even bothering to wipe his tears away, knowing more would soon replace them as he walked to the door. He looked back at the silverette one last time before stepping out of the house and closing the door.
Riku took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He didn't know why he was letting himself get so upset. He hadn't cried in years, why was he now? He had never felt so depressed in his life. Anything, he thought, anything to make the pain go away. He slowly lifted his head, looking into the kitchen. He stood, steadying himself with a hand against the wall as he walked into the room. There was no alcohol in the house; the only time his mother drank was at a friend's house. He opened the medicine cabinet, looking for a sleeping pill. Surely that would help him relax. His eyes fell upon the bottle of prescription pain relievers his mother had gotten from her doctor about a year ago for her arthritis. He took the bottle out. "Hydroco/APAP 7.5-650 TAB Take one tablet 4 times a day as needed," he read. What would happen if you took five at once, Riku thought.
He slowly pressed down on the lid, twisting it open with his palm. He poured five of the white pills out into his hand, each with M359 stamped on it. "They're just pain killers," he whispered, "What's the worst that could happen?" He filled a glass of water and slid a pill into his mouth, swallowing it with the clear liquid. He repeated this until the pills he had taken out were gone. Instantly, he felt a little light headed. He put a hand to his head. Maybe I shouldn't have- his thought was cut off by his stomach twisting into knots. He hurried upstairs to the bathroom, stumbling into the small room, and slamming the door behind him.
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