A/N: Sorry 'bout the lack of Akuroku D:

I love Sora. Don't get me wrong, I love him with all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

So why do I feel the need to cheat?

They say once a cheater, always a cheater.

Well, maybe it's something like that...but I think it's more like a "if it's there, take it," type thing. I don't know. I feel bad about what I've done... but I don't really know what to do- I can't take backt the things I've done and given the chance, I probably would redo it.

But the opportunity was there, so I took it. Roxas was suspended, and I was horny, so I used him. I didn't want to cheat on Sora... because I really do love him, and I always will.

So, you can imagine that this entire ordeal is tearing me apart. Not only do I feel like shit for cheating on Sora, but now that Roxas's run away, Sora's flipping out right and left.

Note to self: Do not piss off the person who makes your food.

I suck at cooking, but Sora...well. Sora shouldn't be trusted with fire. Or microwaves. Or anything that has the potential to explode or catch on fire.

Actually, Sora should just stay the fuck away from the kitchen.

"Sora..."

Sora looked up at me, wiping tears away from his face and forcing a smile. "Yes, Riku?" He said, pulling me into a hug.

I didn't want to let him go. This was probably the last hug I'd ever get from Sora. "I...we need to talk."

Sora blanched at the words. "Y-you're...breaking up with me? Now?"

I shook my head. "Sora... the reason Roxas left..." I took a deep breath. "Sora, I blackmailed Roxas into having sex with me, and I made him break up with Axel, and I-"

Sora let out a small sob.

"I'm sorry, Sora." I reached to wipe away the tears that poured from his eyes, but my hand was slapped away.

Never once in my life have I seen Sora look so damned...hostile. "Riku... I loved you. I gave myself to you. I cried over you. I let you live in my home-and you threw it away. Don't touch me. I don't want you here anymore."

"Sor..."

"Riku, I'm sorry, but just shut up."

I bit my lip. "You...hate me...don't you?"

"I really, really, really want to say that I do, Riku," he said, fists clenched. "But I can't. I want to say that I hate you, and I never want to see your ugly mug again, but I'd be lying if I said that, wouldn't I?"

"Sora, I-"

"I love you, Riku, and I always will love you, but I can't deal with this," Sora continued, "I don't want to do this, but you messed with family, Riku, and I don't think I can forgive that."

"Sora... I-"

"Riku..." Sora turned and walked towards me, smiling sadly. "I love you," he said, pressing his lips to mine gently as he opened one of my hands and dropped something in it, closing my fingers around it.

I looked at my hand. The small ring sat in my hand. The symbol of a promise made between two people to stay together, to get married, the ring I gave him, now sat in my hand. I bit back the tears that threatened to pour over, and looked up at Sora.

"You should give that to someone you really love, Riku," Sora said, smiling sadly. "I'm sorry I'm not that person."

"Sora, no!"

"Riku... I'm sorry, but can you... leave? I don't think I want you around right now..."

I nodded, standing up. "I...I love you, Sora."

"Get out, please," was the response I got-and probably the one I deserved. I walked out of the apartment, closing the door quietly behind me.

I don't know how I got here, but I know where here is.

Here is my parents' old house, the one where I spent 10 out of 13 years that I lived there being beaten until bruised and bleeding. The one I got kicked out of for being gay. I always wondered why they had kept me at all, and why they took so long to get rid of me.

Right now, I'm wondering why they didn't just kill me when they found out I was gay.

Now a small family lived there, a wife and husband, a son and daughter. A perfectly happy family lived in a house that once was filled with torment and covered in the blood of a little boy.

Sora was my escape during those days, and he was my lifeline when I was thrown out. Really, he was the only reason I lived-and honestly, he still is my only reason for living.

He'd probably be happier if I was gone.

"Axel...phone for you," Larxene said, shoving her cell phone into my hand.

I eyed her suspiciously, and took the phone. "Hello?"

"Axel? Honey?"

Er, that's awkward. "Uh, hi, mom..."

"Axel, sweetie, come home," she said.

"Uhm, okay... I'll be there soon..." I said, and hung up. I looked at Larxene. "Apparently, she loves me again. So I guess I have to stop freeloading. See you Monday."

I was welcomed into my home with a hug, a rare occurrence between my mom and I. My arms were pinned to my sides by her hug, so I couldn't exactly hug her back. After some awkward swaying, she released me and I dumped my bag in my room and went to sleep on my bed.