He had to find some way to get her back. That was his only reason for enjoying life right now. He didn't want to go to the person who could help him get her back, but he knew that he needed to. She was the thing that kept him going, and even if he had to go to the place that he dreaded, he would.

Two weeks ago…

His mother stood in her office, looking at him from behind her desk. She sighed and shook her head.

"You are going to marry Olette," she said. Sora had looked at her. He was about ready to say something, but she held up a hand. "No, you're going to marry her. We need her family's money and connections to help expand ours. You haven't fulfilled your duties as your grandfather's heir. There is work to be done."

Sora slammed his hand down on the desk. "I won't marry someone I don't love. There's only one woman I will ever consider marry."

"And she's left you," his mother reminded him coldly. Sora looked at her oddly.

"You were never like this when I was a child," he said. "You were kind and loving."

"I had to be," she said. "Above all, I am a business woman. You are my son, yes, but you are also and asset. And this girl wants you, and we want her money. So, guess who's going to get married?"

"I'm not doing it," Sora said. "Disown me." And he walked out of his mother's office. He still couldn't believe the conversation, but he would find a way to do something.

Present time…

So, here Sora was. He was standing outside of the house that he had vowed to never step in again. He drew in a deep breath and went in.

He went straight to his father's office and closed the door. His father looked up and scowled.

"You are not allowed on this premise," he growled. Arthur looked at his son, the one who he had never really claimed, and saw a tired look. Arthur paused and sighed. He knew that look because he had had it himself when he was the boy's age. "Sit down." He motioned for a chair. Sora sat down slowly and Arthur looked at his son.

"What do you want?" he asked. Sora sighed and looked at him. Then he began talking.

"The love of my life thinks I'm a piece of shit," he said. Arthur nodded. "I had to chose someone else over her, or else her family would have suffered more." Arthur raised an eyebrow, and smiled at his son.

"You seem to be content with the woman you're mother chose for you," he said. Then, the pieces put themselves together in his mind. "You're mother wanted you to marry this girl, didn't she? This girl is probably an heiress, am I right? Of course I'm right. It is your mother… dammit. I didn't want this to happen."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sora asked him angrily. Arthur sighed and took out a folder. He threw it at Sora.

"Read that and you'll know your answers," Arthur said. Sora opened the folder and started reading. When he was done, he started laughing.

"Seriously?" he laughed up a storm. "This thing has got to be a fake." Arthur shook his head and Sora's mouth gaped. "I can't be you heir. You and I hate each other."

"No, you hate me," Arthur said quietly. "There is a major difference. You have always been my heir. Roxas was created out of love, and you were created out of obligation. That did not mean that I did not love you. I just had a very tense way of showing it." His father shook his head and looked at Sora.

"I can get you to her, but that's all I can do," his father said. "I also put the idea into Roxas's head to go get Olette and declare his love for her." Sora's eyes narrowed at his father.

"And what am I supposed to do in return?" he said. His father smiled and raised a hand.

"Just be happy," he said. "Live the life I didn't have the opportunity to live. Be the man who you were meant to be, not the one that we want you to be.

"I'll get you tickets and someone will help you find her. The girl's name in Naminè. She's Kairi's roommate in New York. She'll help you."

Sora nodded and got up. He turned to his father. "I never really stopped respecting you. I just never took the time to understand you." His father nodded and waved him off. Sora left, and didn't see the huge smile his father had on his lips.

A couple of days later, kairi sat in the New York Library and was doing research for one of her term papers. She felt someone come up behind her hten sit next to her. She felt a hand go around hers roughly. She looked up and smiled. Sora was looking intensely at her and was smiling softly.

"You came back," she said. He nodded and brought her hand up to his cheek. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent.

"My father saved me," he told her. She looked at him puzzled. He laughed softly and shook his head.

"Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. The old man was the one who had someone watching you out here and was the one who set it up so that Roxas and Olette are getting married. I never had sex with her," he said. "I love you too much for that. I would never do that to you." Kairi nodded. She brought his other hand to her free hand and put it against her heart.

"My heart hasn't raced since I left you," she said shyly. "I had to leave. If I stayed when you were with her…. It would have been bad. I wouldn't have known what to do. I love you too much to do that to you. I thought in my head that if you were happy, I could be happy." She felt tears running down her cheeks.

"I made a promise to myself that I would get everything right before I saw you," Sora said. "Now that I have, come back home." Kairi paused and shook her head.

"I love you, but I need time to discover who I am. I need time to figure out what I want to do with my life," she told him sadly. Sora nodded and smiled at her.

"Well, I guess I'll have to stay with you then," he said. Kairi shook her head, but didn't stop smiling. Maybe it would be a good day after all.

A/N: Well, that's where I'm going to leave it. I loved this story, and I thank everyone who read it while it lasted. If you have any comments or opinions, just leave a review.

Until Next Time,
DarkBelieverAnge