Long Summary: While Riku and Sora are kids (around 8 and 9 years old) Riku has to tell Sora some bad news. He's moving. Trying to make the best of it they share a paopu fruit, make cute promises, hug & Riku shares a small kiss with Sora. 8 years go by, and somewhere between those years, Sora had forgotten Riku. Why? No one knows. Although recently Sora has begun to have flashbacks- he can't see or hear who the other person is clearly, but to him it's something. Something at first he may brush off, but later on he'll begin to realize what it could mean. Sora's small world then comes crashing down when a new 'sexy' kid comes to school. They aren't exactly the best of pals, and the dispute is not only not Sora's fault, but it's for no apparent reason. Sora hates it. All he wants is his long lost love back- or rather, the seemingly good friend he longs for in his flashbacks/memories.

Notes: The pairings in this story will be… My business xD I've told you guys some before, but I'm deciding to hide that now. Lol might not matter, buuuut all well! There is yaoi, so do us all a favour, (and yourself one too) and not read if it's something you can't handle. Hmm...what else... Because I just finished writing this chapter, it may be a few days (lol more like months or more xD) before the next one updates. If it sounds kinda bad or if there's spelling mistakes, that's my bad.

WARNINGS: Yaoi, and bad spelling.

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"BOOO!"

"AHHH! OH PL...SE ...G..D ...NO-!..." The blurred figure -with slightly more recognizable features- screeched loudly, having what appeared to be a bad jump scare. Now off the couch and on the floor from jolting off of the sofa by accident. "You..." The figure growled and echoed deeply, "You... pa..y... fo.. t...is. Bi...g... time."

"_!" Sora ignored the blurred persons rage/ fiery and instead got on the ground, crawled up beside them, and gave them a soft hug. "_, I missed you!" Reeling back, the cute brunette kissed both of figures cheeks lovingly, gave another short hug, then sat back and stared at them kind of like he was waiting for a reaction.

The figure's movements suggested that they had become flustered and confused. "I-I.. Uh... Bu..t... Ugh...So...a, ..only be...en s...lep... ab..o..t ... ..! H..w ...yo.. miss... me alre...dy..?" The blurred figure managed to state and question his friend.

Light giggling erupted from Sora, "Oh _, you're so silly!" A sigh slipped through Sora's pink lips as he inched his way to sit beside the other. Resting his head gently on the others shoulder, Sora carefully said, "I miss you already because I need you..."

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"...Sora..."

Unhappy grumbling was heard from a heap of blankets inside a familiar room. The mess of colored sheets tossed and turned, soon turning into a cocoon. A content sigh broke the new found silence and comfort, the sigh itself dragging on in a very long breath.

"…Sora."

"No… Please…" Mumbling softly Sora cuddled with his pillow, trying to bury his face.

"SORA!"

The brunette whimpered, not ready to get up. "Mom...!" He began to complain, "Not yet, please? Please?" Whining sounds quietly continued after words, and then silence once again rang throughout the house. Sora's mind plunged into the sweet oblivion of sleep. His subconscious mind bouncing between this and that, creating a variety of scenes of dreams while Sora slept. That was, of course, for a short time.

"O.K SORA, NO MR NICE GUY! Er, MOM!" Skyra burst into Sora's bedroom, and leap onto his bed. Sora visibly froze, fear of her next move. "Wake-y, wake-y, my wittle boy..." A wide evil grin spread across Skyra's features. Slowly Skyra went into hug Sora, his body tense.

"M-Mom?" Stuttering, the younger attempted to glance over his shoulder, though the blankets covered his view. "What are you doing, exactly?"

"Can't I love my son?" Questioned Skyra innocently.

"I don't feel any love, so no." Sora stated bluntly.

Sora's mother hummed to herself, giving the impression of being thoughtful, "Maybe this will prove it?"

"What wil- AHH NOO PLEASE NOT MY BLANKY! NOOO!" Sora cried in terror as his tiny mother somehow ripped the blanket and sheets off and out from underneath him. "No..." Sad blue eyes fixed their sight on the lonely blankys on the floor with a pout, so much so that his mother managed to get into the perfect battle postion.

"PREPARE TO BE TICKLED TO DEATH!" Screaming wildly, Skyra took her slender womanly fingers and aggressively jabbed her son's sides.

"AHH! NO- HAHA, AHH NOOO- HAHAHA AHH HAHA- PLEASE!- HAHA!" Sora shrieked and squealed repetitively, twisting around vainly trying to escape his torture. This continues for a series of minutes, laughter of mother and son ringing throughout the premises. Eventually, Skyra's fingers become sore, thus she stops. Sora lies there, with his mom sitting beside him breathing heavily.

"So," Sora's mother started, grinning down at her only child, "How was your sleep?"

"My sleep?" Sora questioned, mostly himself. How did he sleep? Sora could vaguely remember his dream at all. The thing he could remember was...

"You need to have blondie here to stick up for you to? How pathetic."

...

A frown came across Skyra's pink lips as she watched Sora's expression change to a sort of pain filled thoughtful look. His sky like eyes became glazed, his mind somewhere in the past. She sighed, taking the signs as an indicator that the Sora was recalling the events of last night. Skyra brought him into a welcoming hug, and Sora gratefully took it, a slight repeat of ten or so hours prior. "I never meant to bring it up, sorry my boy." She whispered softly to him.

"It wasn't your fault; my mind trailed off is all. No worries."

Pulling away carefully, Skyra fixed her sights on Sora, motherly compassion beating in her. "Would you like to talk about it now? Or would that not be a good idea right in the morning?"

Sora smiled, grateful for her understanding. "Yeah, now's not a good time."

"Ok. I'll go make breakfast. You can rest a bit longer if you'd like." Skyra gave her son a grin and left the room.

Sora sat there, gaze fixated on the end of the bed. All he could think of is how in the world he was going to tell his mother that he was getting bullied. All he could imagine was her overreacting and wanting to kick who's ever butt it was that was being mean to Sora. It's not like he could keep it from her forever, either. If she didn't convince him to eventually tell her, he'd get to the point where he'd tell her because of the guilt eating away at him. "Maybe I could tell her a vague version of it…" He pondered.

Too wake to now get back to sleep, Sora figured it'd be an okay idea to get dressed.

As Sora pulled on his grey t-shirt and started pulling up his pants, his sight randomly landed on the digital clock. With his shorts on only half way, Sora waddled over to the clock to get a better look. "10:34 am? Um, what?" Sora got his clothes in check, now all on. Confused, Sora double checked the time, then the calendar. "I thought today was Monday. I don't understand, why isn't Mom making me get ready to leave?"

Wanting answers, Sora slipped from the bedroom and arrived in the kitchen not long after.

Skyra glanced up from baking chocolate blueberry pancakes, to confirm it was her son slinking rather quietly down the stairs. Giving him a smile, she continued with her cooking. Sora smiled lightly back, and sank down into one of the dining room's chairs.

Sora sat there patiently, the very discreet sizzling of food on a pan helping keep the room from plunging into silence.

Sighing, Sora played with the hem of his shirt, lightly tugging on the fabric. "Smells good," Sora commented softly on his mother's cooking. He peeked up at the elder brunette, who met his gaze and smiled back.

While continuing on with her cooking, she replied with a thank you.

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Monday morning passed by with nothing eventful occurring. Sora went through breakfast with his mother, making little chit chat here and there. His father had phoned like promised, and the three of them talked. No progress has been made towards him coming home anytime soon, but they were patient.

Skyra didn't bother to pester her son either, saving it for a time when it was wanted. She knew that at this time he needed to know that she was there for him, and let him unwind and think.

The hours painfully went on for Sora; as he just did things to… just do things. He finished his homework, which was a lifetime accomplishment. He fooled around on the computer, reading stories and watching random YouTube videos. But the more pointless activities he did, the more he could feel the day slipping away and becoming a useless one. What made it worse for Sora is that he knew that Tuesday was creeping up on him as fast as it could.

"Ugh…" Sora groaned, an ache creeping up on his neck from slouching over the computer desk. A slow, deep breath seeped from between his lips. Sora checked the time, and could sense a headache coming on. "Great. I've only got one to two hours until I plan on sleeping…"

Sora thought this over, dreading every minute that passed and made Tuesday come closer. Getting up from his chair, he carefully stretched his back, earning a few cracks.

As the young brunette was exiting his bedroom, a distinguishable chime went off on his computer. Sora turned on his heal, curiously opened up his browser and maximized it. There he stared at a little blinking name box in the corner of Facebook.

"Kairi... Is talking to me...Huh..." Sora vainly attempted to keep his composure, though he felt nervous and his complex was a deep shade of pink. A giggle slipped from his mouth, and he abruptly smacked himself. "Haha.. Reflexes..."

Clicking on the message window, it opened without a moments delay. Inside read;

Kairi says:

Hey Sora :) long time no talk!

Sora says:

Hey Kairi :D how are you? :3

Kairi says:

I'm doing well, thank you :) just getting ready.

Sora says:

Ready for what? If you don't mind me asking xD

Kairi says:

To move where you are :) we decided to leave early. My Dad wanted me to go to school and get use to the place again, so leaving early was the best option :p I should be there Friday.

Blue eyes widened substantially, while the hair on the back on Sora's neck raised. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD THAT IS SO SOON, SO SOON!" What first started as an enthusiastic whisper, morphed into a loud, excited, nervous tone.

Sora says:

OMG! That's great! I can't wait to see you! :D I've been waiting SO LONG for you to come back, it seems like decades have passed. We are going to hang out for a week straight when you come back, we have so much catching up to do! We have to go swimming, go watch a movie, go play at some parks, play videos game! :D :D :D

Sora waited patiently for Kairi's response, a huge grin plastered on his lips. He imagined how they could finally hang out again. But when one, then two, and eventually three minutes ticked by, Sora worried slightly. Did he come off too creepy, too clingy, even? Did she figure that he was acting obsessive, and maybe even figured he liked her somehow..?

Kairi says:

Oh yes, definitely :)

The youthful brunette felt his heart drop, examining the three worded response. "Maybe I did come off creepy..." Sora wondered this for a moment, but shook it off. "No, no... She just must be sad about leaving her friends still! Yea. I'll just ask her if something is up just in case..."

Sora says:

Hey Kairi, something up?

Kairi says:

No, I'm okay. Don't worry about it.

Sora says:

Come on Kairi, it's alright. You can tell your old friend Sora, can't you?

Kairi says:

I'll explain it to you later, I need to go. See you in a few days, bye! :)

Sora says:

O.K. Bye! :D

Grumbling with regret, Sora got to his feet, and shuffled over to his bed. He flopped on his messy bed, a high picked squeak of protest coming from it. Sora's cheeks remained that brilliant red color, although they were caused by a mixture of embarrassment and regret. He couldn't help but feel like a fool, getting all excited and acting obsessive when he spoke to Kairi. Sora really wanted her to like him back, the same way he did. And though he did not in any way want to admit it, Sora had a sneaking feeling that she probably won't, that there's something in the way that will jeopardize it from happening.

"Sora?"

Said brunette snapped his head toward the voice that called out, which was at the entrance of the door.

Skyra was smiling, a wicked grin on her face. "Oh my dear boy... Oh my dear sweet, tree stump boy..."

"What? Tree stump-"

"YES TREE STUMP YOU GOT A PROBLEM THEM WITH THAT?!" Skyra marched over to Sora. She stopped short though, noticing something. "Oh ho ho ho hooo... What do we have here little... OH MY GOD! Are you blushing?! When did you talk to Kairi?!" His mother demanded, slamming down on Sora's bedside.

"Uh-Um..." Sora stuttered, fazed by everything, and blushed deeper. "Wait, how did you know it was Kairi?"

Skyra cracked up, a knowing manner evident with her. "Pfft," She began, waving her hand aimlessly, "who else could it be?"

"WELL, it could be, oh you know... Uh... Maybe... I don't know, but you're a...POOP HEAD!"

Sora's mother cackled evilly, crawling to the teen who was against the wall giggling. "We're gonna play that game, now are we? Ho ho ho, you're in for it boy!"

Just as Skyra was about to tackle her son, she once again randomly stopped. She hummed, peering at Sora's face. "You look tired..." Pondering this, she poked his nose, and sighed, "Ahh, you better get to bed sunny boy. Schools tomorrow-"

"NO!"

Skyra became silent.

Sora felt a strange feeling begin to blow up like a balloon in his body. "S-Sorry, I just really hate school, haha..."

"Why is that?" Skyra questioned, tilting her head to the left.

Sora thought over telling her the truth, or just saying it was nothing. If he told her the truth, then she would worry. But if he lied, she would see straight through it. Maybe he could try something else? "Oh, it's nothing. There's this kid at school who is trying to piss me off. It's going to be alright though. Don't worry. End of the school year, you know?"

The elder brunette reached over and pulled her boy into a hug, "Aww, you're so kind Sora. I'm sure it will be fine. And if not, I'll hunt that bastard down and kill him slowly in a deep fryer. Love you! Now have a good sleep my leaf covered snow flake."

"What? Killing, deep fryer, leaf snowflake?!-"

"NIGHT MY BOY~!"

Skyra bounded out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Sora kept lying there in bed, aggravation boiling deep within his soul. He glared at the light that was still on, and the closed door. "MOM! YOU BUTT! YOU FORGOT TO SHUT MY LIGHT OFF!"

No response.

"MOM! COME HERE!"

Still no response.

"Oh, for fricking, ugh... Making me get up now..." Sora shut off his light, and curled back up in his bed. After countless amounts of time of rolling and sighing, he fell asleep soundlessly.

Well, aside from his locket playing him to sleep.

"Oh..." Sora murmured. He smiled, getting close enough to the figure to cuddle up with them. "It's real pretty _..."

"You... l...ke.. it?" The dark, colorful figure questioned softly, brushing some of Sora's hair out of his face. "I ma...e.. i.. fo you."

Sora's expression became surprised, and very happy. "You mean this is for me? I get to keep it?"

The other paused for a moment to most likely smile or something, and nodded.

"Oh wow!" Sora held the shiny new silver locket carefully, gazing at it in wonder. "It is so pretty _! Thank you so much!" Sora hugged the blur tightly, and nuzzled his nose into what appears to be its neck. "Why do I get such a pretty thing, though?"

"Beautiful people deserve beautiful things." Spoke the figure in a distorted-echo voice, and held Sora gently, making sure not to hurt him. "T..at...s why..."

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A light knocking was heard bouncing off of Sora's door as it was being opened. Inside Sora slept in a cute little ball of blankets, per usual. Skyra turned the lights on, then giggled and smiled at the sight before her eyes. "Oh, my baby is so innocent and vulnerable. Heehee..."

Sora grumbled, his senses coming back to this world. He groaned and roughly tore the sheets off his small body. "Ugh, my head hurts so badly." Complaining bluntly, Sora moved painfully slow up into a sitting position. Blinking hard to get the blurry vision of sleep to go away, Sora just sat there, not acknowledging his mother at all the whole time.

Skyra cleared her throat loudly, and quivered a brow.

Sora's snapped his attention to his mother, jumping slightly. "Jesus mom! You scared me! Don't do that." Glaring openly at her, he growled deeply, "There is no way I'm getting up and going to school women. So don't give me that look. Just go be a good girl and phone the school for m-"

The elder brunette prepares to leap at the younger, an insane face plastered on her. "LITTLE BOY! DON'T TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!"

"OK! OK! I'm sorry." Sora laughed, and waved his mother out of the room. "Gotta get changed mom, get out."

"How rude."

"Oh please, just get outta here." He grinned at her whole heartedly, and she in return did the same.

With care, the door was shut. Sora waited, letting his jumbled brain begin to work properly. Though the more he sat there, the more he didn't want to move. Doubts came to his mind, ones where Riku would embarrass him or harass him. Or both.

"You have to stay positive, come on." Sora convinced himself, not wanting to be dragged down by this whole ordeal. "It'll end. Plus summer's coming up, and once it starts there'll be no more Riku." Sora concluded and hurriedly got dressed.

Following his daily routines, Sora fetched some breakfast and bid his mother farewell. He left the house, forcing his feet to trek onward toward the school.

As Sora calmly walked to the educational building, he took note of how unusually silent it was. By this time, either Tidus and/or Selphie would have come racing at him and blabber about anything and everything they could. That wasn't the case though today.

Sora hummed thoughtfully to himself, considering the thought of today being an day off as well. But the closer he made it to the school, the more that reason seemed less plausible. He could faintly see students unwillingly head inside, some in groups or alone. Sora felt a ting of loneliness as he, too, walked alone. He brushed it off though, knowing that feeling like that was foolish.

"SORA! YOU SHIT DISTURBER!"

Sora's attention was now on Tidus, who was sprinting directly toward Sora at full tilt. Sora quickly moved out of the way, just in time. "TIDUS, WHAT'S YOUR BEEF YOU SHIT HEAD?!"

"OH GONNA PLAY THAT GAME, HUH?" Tidus swiftly threw his bag on the ground (Sora quickly did the same) and tried to make an intimidating 'chest puff' kind of look. He bumped torsos with Sora, who copied. Of course the two looked like idiots.

Sora stifled a laugh. "WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?"

"YOU SMART ASS!" Tidus tore his shirt off, and threw his hands up, "COME AT ME BRO!"

"MAYBE I WILL!" The brunette exclaimed, tearing his t shirt off, "WANNA PIECE OF THIS?!"

By now the two friends were face to face, acting intimidating, desperately keeping in their laughter. As they continued to shout random lines at one another, they didn't seem to notice a not-so-hyper brunette come stomping behind them.

"WILL YOU GUYS SHUT THE HELL UP! ITS EIGHT IN THE MORNING, HAVE SOME CURTOUSY! GET TO SCHOOL, NOW!"

Both boys latched onto each other and froze, fearfully turned and faced an overly tired Selphie. With large, dark bags under her eyes, and a grimace on her features, she glared daggers at the other two.

"Who is that...? That's not the Selphie I know..." Tidus whispered in Sora's ear.

Sora nodded dumbly, knowing what the thin brunette could do when over tired and out of candy. It brought back horrible, horrible memories. "We should back away very slowly…"

"IM NOT AN ANIMAL, GOD DAMNIT!" Selphie shouted as she angrily marched past them.

They stood there, still holding one another, until she was out of ear shot. When she was, Tidus and Sora looked at each other, looked down at their hugging form, and leap away from one another.

"Tidus, you perve!"

"I'm a perve? YOU hugged ME!"

"NO! Not even! You hugged me first!"

"WANNA BET?"

"YES!"

"COME AT ME!-"

"I TOLD YOU IDIOTS TO SHUT IT!" Selphie, who was now fifty feet away, shouted at the top of her lungs.

The blonde and brunette were in a sort of silence, until they both began to laugh.

After retrieving their items, Tidus and Sora continued to joke and snicker while making the last bit of distance to the school. The closer they got though, moods did not faulter, but instead they continued the good natured and relaxed atmosphere. Yet when they entered the building and went their separate ways, Sora felt a ting of sullenness.

Shaking this feeling off, Sora quickly made his way past the 'Riku crowd' –which is just a bunch of wannabes and fan girls/boys- towards his locker. Sora patiently unlocked his locker and retrieved his notebooks, then decided to take the long way to his class. This was abruptly decided to avoid Riku and his crazy groupies.

Strolling along, Sora noticed a certain blonde. A grin crossed his features, and he swiftly made his way towards Roxas. Sora felt relieved to finally see the blonde again, excited to connect with someone he enjoys being around. But the closer he got, the more he realized that said teen was looking the opposite direction, and...

Sora stopped.

There, about twenty feet before him, were Roxas and Axel. The two of them together wasn't a surprise or something that Sora disliked, he himself found it sort of… sweet, or cute. The both of them looked happy talking to each, enjoying one another's company. What made Sora not want to approach was the silver haired teen that was hanging around them also.

Abruptly, Sora turned away and went down a different hall. Confusion swam in his mind as he wondered how Roxas could just stick around Riku, and why Riku wasn't with his fan group by his locker. Sora ignored this, taking it as a small road block. Just a tiny, very small, road block.

Sora entered his History class, making sure to take a seat that would be far from the likely spot where Riku would be. As the brunette patiently waited for class to begin, he tapped his finger on the desk as he searched for an unused piece of paper in his notebook. While writing the date on his sheet, he could vaguely hear obnoxious, high pitched, squealing and talking. Sora sighed, knowing exactly who was about to get to class.

Riku entered, and Sora couldn't help but mindlessly peak over his shoulder. The two met eyes for a moment, and the silver haired teen smirked. A few girls hung off of him, acting like annoying, well.. girls.

Sora brought his attention back to writing, attempting to suppress laughter. The smirk Riku gave him was a proud one, one that to Sora meant 'your jealous, aren't you?' Did Riku really think that Sora wanted to be in his position? Sora did not like any of the girls here, and hated the thought of being crowded constantly by shallow people. Sora preferred his couple of genuine friends than a hundred fake ones.

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History class was the same as always. Boring with a hint of stupidly flirtatious and stalker like Riku. The most intolerable time of the day. Science was pretty good, though Roxas decided to not show up. Sora tried not to imagine why he would skip, but he was almost positive he knew why…And after lunch, Sora would have to deal with Math class. He had a pretty good feeling it'd be neutral though. Sure, Riku was still there, but he'd most likely sit on the opposite side of the room from him. And thankfully, there weren't a bunch of rowdy teenage girls in there.

Sora thought he would be more relieved for lunch time to finally come, but the awful mood he has been in lately hasn't changed at all.

And so, lunch carried on with more of a relaxed vibe, as Sora, Tidus, Namine, and Selphie all chattered about how there weekend was. Sora mostly kept quiet, aside from telling his crazy hospital story (which Tidus and himself cracked up about from time to time).

"Ahhh... Sora, you're a derp."

Sora choked on his soda, nearly spewing it all over. "HAH-*cough*What?!" Sora made some strange choking like laughter.

"I said you're a derp." Tidus repeated, smiling innocently at the brunette.

As he cleared his throat, Sora gave Tidus 'the look'. "Why the hell am I the derp?"

Tidus snickered, and slowly stood up, " 'Cause you got apple juice all over you."

Sora looked up at him confused, and shook his head. "No, I don't think I have any apple juice on me. Go home, Tidus. You're drunk."

"Hmmm..." He hummed, and sneakily reached in his pocket. "Well..." He said, "YOU DO NOW!" Tidus whipped out an apple juice, and squeezed it so hard it burst.

All.

Over.

Sora.

"AAHHH YOU'RE EVIL!" Sora screamed, tossing a cookie at Tidus' head, and then splashing the blonde with his pop.

Selphie yelped, as Sora managed to get pop on her in the process. Whereas Namine just giggled, and made her way away from the scene. Tricky Namine, very tricky. Sora followed suit and fled the cafe, and made sure not to run into anyone this time.

The bell indicating that class was starting went off. Sora was still at his locker retrieving a shirt he kept for such food fighting occasions. Walking into the men's bathroom the brunette briskly went and did his business, and changed his soaked shirt into a blue and white tee. Sora washed his face to get rid of the sticky feeling he had, and was now ready for class.

At the time of leaving the bathroom and going to class, an announcement went off.

"Would Sora Kayaki please report to the office, Sora Kayaki."

Sora dreadfully advanced to the office. He couldn't think of any reason why he would need to be going to the office. It's not like he beat somebody up or anything. Maybe he was getting into trouble for starting food fights? Though Tidus was in them too...

Sora arrived at his destination, worry evident. Sora walked over to the lady at the desk, who was keeping herself preoccupied reading a book. "Hi…?" Sora greeted uncertainly, peering at the women.

The young blonde finally tore her eyes away from her book, and smiled kindly at Sora. "Sora Kayaki, I presume?"

Sora nodded, smiling back.

"Alright," She started, as she shuffled through some papers, "Please go see Mr. Magasano, he's in the room to your right." The woman set a sheet of paper done before Sora and handed him a pen. "Sign this and then you may go see him." She smiled once more, and then got back to her reading.

Sora nervously signed the sheet, and wandered to the right and searched for a door that would read 'Mr. Magasano'. Conveniently it was the closest one.

Sora knocked, his heart pumping. He was so nervous. If he got in trouble and his mother found out...

"Come in!"

Sora opened the door and seen a young, middle aged man sitting behind a desk organizing things, at the far end of the office. "Hello Sora." The man answered curtly, his expression not as gentle as the secretaries. "Please have a seat."

Silently Sora sat in front of Mr. Magasano. Sora has never seen this man around the school before, and because of that he was guessing it was the principle or vice principle. Carefully Sora studied the man, noting how his long silver hair resembled that of Riku's. His skin was a dark tan color, and his eyes a bright amber. Thank god he didn't look any more like Riku, unless Sora would be ten thousand times more uncomfortable.

"Do you know why you're here?"

Sora's face heated, now feeling like he should know. "N-No.."

Mr. Magasano hummed, and quit organizing his paper work. "Are you aware of whom Riku Namora is?"

Taken aback by the question, Sora hesitated a second. He dreaded the thought of being lumped in with him just because they had a few run ins together, but nodded regardless.

"Alright." The man propped his elbow on his desk, and rested his chin on his hand. "An anonymous student informed me earlier this afternoon that he witnessed some cyber bullying between you too."

"U-Uhm..." Sora swallowed hard, afraid of being framed for doing something he hadn't done. "I swear, I-I didn't bully him or anything-"

"Oh no, no, no." Mr. Magasano cut in Sora's rambles and waved his hands, and then leaned back in his chair. "I was implying that Riku was bothering you."

Now in replace of the fear of being framed, Sora feared Riku finding out and wanting to beat him up for it. "Oh." Sora's gaze went downward, his focus now on the floor.

"It's fine Sora, you don't have to worry." Sora met Mr. Magasano's gaze, curious of what he had to say. "We can talk to Riku and sort this entire thing out."

Sora eyes went wide and automatically shook his head. "No, no, that won't fix it."

"Why not?"

"W-Well... He'll be even angrier after words." Sora stated, his head swarming with horrid outcomes.

Mr. Magasano took a deep breath and exhaled. "I promise you everything will be fine. We can just talk it out."

Sora did not want to be even fifteen feet within Riku range, never mind sitting beside him. "C-Can I leave before you talk to him?"

A thoughtful look crossed Mr. Magasano's face as he considered whether or not it would benefit the situation. "I suppose if you're that uncomfortable..." He said, and gave Sora a small smile. "Ok Sora, I'll handle this from here."

Sora got to his feet and made his way to the door. Just as he was about the leave, Mr. Magasano piped up again, "Oh, and Sora?"

Sora turned in his direction, "Yes?"

"You're excused from school today. Have a nice evening."

Sora smiled lightly and answered politely, "Thank you sir, you too."

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The day carried on very peacefully. Sora knew deep down that sometime in the near future it wouldn't be as nice, but he finally had a time in the past few days where he felt good.

At the moment Skyra was out of the house, most likely at work or getting groceries. So Sora decided it would be a great time to watch some good ol' tely. The brunette lay comfortably on the couch, his limps resting wherever. Sora flipped from channel to channel, nothing appealing to him. In other words, nothing too different from the usual. That was, until, Sora landed on the discovery channel. "Oh hey, I haven't watched this in a while. Maybe there will be some baby kitties!" Sora grinned, and snuggled into the couch. Yup. This was the life.

For an hour or so Sora watched a documentary on white tigers and everything you would need to know about them. As Sora was about to shut off the television and go –regretfully- finish up homework, the discovery channel notified what was coming up next.

"Is there logic behind memories and flash backs? Is there more than one connection to the things we see that set them off? Or is time the reason for sudden memories? Dr. Hendricks thinks he knows the answer, next on Weird or What."

"Holy shit." Sora mumbled, slightly flabbergasted by the whole thing. "As if… IT MUST BE DESTINY!" Sora leapt wildly into a different position on the couch and attentively stared at the T.V., patiently waiting for the advertisements to finish.

Finally the show started, the notification for the show was replayed before the beginning again. On the screen it showed two men sitting in a room, discussing what flashbacks are.

"A flashback, or involuntary recurrent memory, is a psychological phenomenon in which an individual has a sudden, usually powerful, re-experiencing of a past experience or elements of a past experience. These experiences can be happy, sad, exciting, or any other emotion one can consider. The term is used particularly when the memory is recalled involuntarily, and/or when it is so intense that the person "relives" the experience, unable to fully recognize it as memory and not something that is happening in "real time"."

Sora sat there, making sure to try and remember any of this if necessary.

"Theorists suggest that these memories occur for two reasons; one, the individual had succumb to a traumatic event, and the memories for these events can be attributed to a special memory mechanism. Therefore this happens because of the way one encodes or 'enters' the event into memory. On the other hand, a traumatic event may occur, but flash backs begin after the individual is faced with a trigger. This may be certain things, people, or places from that of the events time..."

Sora couldn't help but think that this made sense. That when he seen certain things, or went to certain places, he would have a flash back. But why wouldn't he see the person in the memory? Why was it all broken up? Why were the flashbacks more painful?

"Will they ever go away?" The man questioned, staring wondrously at the doctor/scientist.

The other chuckled, "If the individual either stops repressing the memory or perhaps forgets in entirely. Either that or has something that sets off their stimuli so radically that they remember everything, and have it be forgotten properly."

The interviewer nodded, and then asked, "Does the individual suppress the memory mindlessly, or…?"

"Oh, no." the man answered, "In some cases one may do it, like you said, mindlessly, manually, or by hypnosis."

The interviewer raised a brow. "Hypnosis?"

"Yes. This is preformed when the individual is so traumatized by the event that either they themselves or somebody else has to have hypnosis done on them so they no longer feel so much pain and sorrow."

"How is it possible for them to remember then?"

"Hypnosis isn't perfect, you know," the interviewee shifted his weight in the chair, and cleared his throat, "It will in time wear off. And what is interesting about the flashbacks of one who has had hypnosis done is that they usually have a set time period when the flashbacks will begin occurring. If this happens, they may find themselves finding or searching for things they had no idea about before, or are acting completely different."

Suddenly the television shut off. "Wait what? Why'd that turn off?"

"PUE PUE PUE! IF I WERE A ROBBER YOU'D DIE~!" (1)

"What the..?" Sora twisted to see behind himself, and there was his mom, holding the remote. Sora gave her a glare, "Mom, I was watching that you know. It was getting interesting too!" He whined, folding his arms across his chest.

Skyra had a tiny smile on her face. "Oh that stuff isn't interesting. There isn't anything cool about it."

"And why not?" Sora countered, questioning her logic.

"What's cool about memories and stuff? It's a memory for a reason; and better left forgotten! Now come on, let's go eat stuff." Skyra grinned and skipped into the kitchen.

Sora watched the empty space where his mother was moments ago, and thought of what she said. It was strange; he couldn't recall her ever not wanting Sora to learn about a subject- especially outside of school. "Better left forgotten?" He whispered to himself, considering it. He didn't go out of his way to trigger his flashbacks on purpose, it happened by accident all the time and out of nowhere. Maybe he should be looking more into it…

Sora shook his head, escaping his blur of thoughts. He better go in the kitchen before Skyra ate everything.

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OH JESUS GUYS XD Going through this again, some stuff makes me crack up sooooo bad! Like Tidus and Sora, god I remember when I was writing that scene that I said it aloud the entire time xD or when that Sora was watching Weird or What, loooool xD

(1)– this is supposed to sound like an alien lazer xD

IM SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING GUYS D: this chapter was SO difficult to write. I hope you enjoyed it, I'll try to start on the next one on the weekend.

Thank for reading, come back soon xD