AN: Sorry I was a little late in updating. I tried to do it yesterday, but I just felt so uninspired. You may notice that the first page or so is a piece of shit. So you know why.

I was so worn out this weekend, it was nice to just relax. For nearly a solid month, I've been working on a website for my school. Pretty much, it was me typing out most of the hard copies, designing the website, and putting it together. It's not that great, but it's my first attempt. It's an art website for the students of Cuyahoga Falls High School. If you get the time, check it out. The link is in my bio.

Also, has anyone spared a glance to the number of reviews lately? :D It passed 300!! Earlier than Attempted Suicide!! Isn't that awesome?! Of course, it doesn't have nearly the amount of hits as AS. (More than 30,000 OO)

I should probably mention that this is the second-to-last chapter. My friends have been threatening me to make a happy ending. I already told them I couldn't do that, so they're making me give Tidus a happy ending. Sort of. He's almost-mentioned at the end. More like it's implied that he's mentioned. You'll know it when you see it, though. On with the chapter!!

Disclaimer: I don't own it

The next few weeks were like a dream. If Sora and I had spent a lot of time together before, we were certainly doing a lot more of it now. Sora had finally agreed to be with me and only me, and really accept himself. He loved Kairi, he told me, but he loved me so much more.

He agreed to break up with her, and even tell her the reason they were breaking up. I was happy that he was finally going to stop lying and hiding and just be mine. It was selfish, maybe, but I wanted him to love me the most.

My part of the bargain was that I had to break up with Kito. I had no problem with that. He and I had nothing in common. Besides, being with Sora again was enough for me. And I would only hurt Kito if I pretended to still like him.

A few days after Sora and I were official again, I walked Kito home after school. The boy was uncharacteristically a bouncing ball of energy and seemed to cling to me a lot worse than usual. It annoyed me a little bit. It probably wouldn't be too hard to break up with him now.

He dragged me inside his blue house, chattering all the way up to his room. I couldn't get a word in the entire time. When we reached the room at the top of the steps, he practically threw himself on me, digging his tongue in my mouth like it was a piece of delicious candy. I almost gagged as I threw him off of me.

"What the hell?" I questioned, wiping a stray dribble of saliva from my chin. Kito sat in front of me, looking for the most part like a kicked puppy. He shrugged awkwardly.

"I don't know," he said softly. "You've just been gone so much, and you never spend time with me. I sort of…missed you, I guess. I thought maybe you were cheating on me or something." He glanced up at me, eyes shining with unshed tears. I groaned inwardly. This was going to be more difficult than I thought.

"You are, aren't you? Jesus, that's fucking fantastic. I'd think someone like you would at least have the decency to break up with me first." He turned his face away sulkily, a scowl painting his features. Sighing, I scooted over near him.

"Kito…" He scooted away from me, something akin to a growl escaping from his throat. "Kito, please look at me."

"What for?" He said stubbornly. "If you're going to cheat on me, maybe you should just go and pretend I never existed? Maybe I'll do the same to you, not that you'd ever care. I thought you were a good person." I almost laughed at that.

"Who ever said I was a good person?" I asked, leaning against his door. He still refused to look at me. "Kito, I'm a selfish, horrible, rotten person and for some reason everyone has this weird assumption I'm some sort of God. Look, if it's any consolation I never really wanted to cheat on you." He spared me one small glance before going back to his sulking.

"Yeah, right," he mumbled into his arms. "I'm just not a good boyfriend, am I? It's not like I can help it. You're the first person I've ever dated, boy or girl." He sniffed, burying his face further to try to hide his tears. "I really liked you, but…you never even gave me a chance. You know, you're not the greatest boyfriend either." I scooted over to him and wrapped an arm around him comfortingly. Surprisingly, he didn't push me away.

"I know I am," I said soothingly. "I know I'm a horrible boyfriend. But you have to understand, the person I cheated on you with is someone I love very much. And I wish I didn't have to hurt you because of it. But I couldn't stop loving him, even if I tried. Someday, I hope you find someone that will love you like that. And I hope you find as much happiness as possible." Kito clung to me tightly.

"I just…I liked you so much. I don't understand why you couldn't love me instead." I felt a strange déjà vu at the back of my mind, but banished it before I became a real thought. Kito and I were not like Sora and I. There was nothing similar between this and then. I was only breaking up with Kito because Sora had finally decided he wanted me back.

Just like Sora had done to me with Kairi.

I shook my head almost fiercely. It was different. I loved Sora more than life itself. And anyway, he was the only one I'd really wanted. I just went out with Kito because it was convenient. And he didn't deserve something like that. He was a nice kid who deserved someone who would really love him and enjoy his company. Someday he would see that I wasn't meant for him.

I left the house with a heavy heart. It felt sort of good to not be lying to him anymore, but I hated hurting him like that. I suppose I always knew that this thing with Sora would hurt any relationships I had, but I was selfish and didn't care. But now it didn't matter, because I had Sora back. And he was the only one I ever wanted to be with.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Sora's number. One ring…two rings…three rings…four rings…I was almost afraid he wasn't home, when halfway through the sixth ring he answered breathlessly.

"H-hello?" I smiled as my heart became light. It was laughable how much I was affected by just his voice.

"Hey, it's me. I just thought you might like to know I just broke up with Kito."

"That's great! Sorry I almost missed the phone. I was on the completely other end of the house. Are you coming over?"

"If you want me to," I answered.

"Awesome. I'll be waiting. Bye." He hung up before I could say goodbye back. I practically beamed as I slipped the small silver phone back into my pocket. Just one quick conversation-not even a minute long!-and my bad mood just dissipated. It was such a profound effect that I was barely even sure I'd been in a bad mood in the first place.

The journey to Sora's yellow house was quick, at least to me. The anticipation of getting to see him kept me going. I glanced at my old house, sitting lonely next to it, and wondered vaguely whether Larxene was home. I hadn't seen her in a while. She was so busy with her job and school and everything that she never visited, and I was so busy with my own teen angst that I never thought to visit her. I would have to do that soon. I missed her, and I wanted to tell her the good news about Sora. I'd been practically bursting with wanting to tell someone for weeks. If there was any indication that I was gay, it was that.

Sora practically lunged on me and pulled me inside the house when I reached the door. I didn't even have the chance to knock. But I didn't mind. I pulled him close and explored the rich caverns of his mouth. He had to stand on his toes to reach me, pressed against the door. I smiled into the kiss and leaned down for a better angle.

He pulled away, flushed and panting, a dreamy look in his eyes.

"Hey," he said, almost casually, save for the breathless tone. "I missed you."

"You saw me yesterday," I said amusedly. "Don't tell me you're developing clingy issues. I may just cater to them, and that cannot be healthy." He giggled and pulled me backward towards the couch.

"We didn't get to do anything yesterday because we were around people. But now, the house is empty and…" He gave me a meaningful look, leaving no doubt as to what he was implying. I chuckled and pushed him down on the couch, straddling his hips.

"Well, that makes things different," I said playfully, attacking his neck with soft nips that pulled the most adorable squeaking noises from his throat. I slipped a hand under his shirt and caressed silken skin with feather-light touches. He moaned when I captured his mouth again and pressed him back into the blue cushions.

I brushed my other hand over his abdomen and snapped the button to his pants open. I could feel a small heat radiating off of his prominent erection and couldn't keep a smile from my face. I felt proud that I could affect him just as badly as he could affect me. With so little effort, I could arouse him like this, and make him a puddle of desire and submission.

I wrapped fingers around his throbbing length, grinning like a fool when he moaned in my ear. If I had less self-control, I would have come right then. But I had a tremendous amount of self-control and just concentrated on pumping my hand up and down a few times to make my little brunette writhe.

I was about to lay him flat out on the couch to give myself a better position when a high, tinny music sounded from inside Sora's pocket. His eyes widened and he pushed me away, fumbling with the pocket, trying to get his phone out. I tried to push him down anyway.

"Leave it," I murmured. The mood was not going to be ruined by a dumb phone call. If it was a telemarketer I would find them and personally kick their ass for interrupting.

"I have to," I said frantically. "It might be….Hello?" Through the phone, I could here someone say "hey", and launch into a conversation I couldn't make out. A smile spread across Sora's face and he settled back, obviously intent on listening and not continuing what we were doing before. Snorting derisively, I picked myself off of him and smoothed out my clothes. If he was going to just ignore me-after he'd started this, no less-then I was going to leave. There was no point in my hanging around.

"Hang on a sec," Sora said, placing a hand over the receiver and holding it away from his mouth. "Where are you going?"

"Thought I'd go home," I said sourly. "Since it's obvious you're busy."

"Just…wait a second. Kairi?" I flinched. He was on the phone with her? That was his reason for ignoring me? I clenched my fists unconsciously. I wanted to punch something so badly. "Yeah, Kairi, I'll call you back. Riku just came over. Yeah, I thought I'd spend some time with him, okay? Uh-huh. Yeah. I love you, too. Bye." I clenched my fist so hard that I felt a knuckle crack. The need to hurt that bitch was rising.

Sora closed the phone and stuck it back in his pocket. "There, now it's gone. We can continue." He looked a little annoyed, despite his words, and that just made me angrier. What, was I wasting his time? Was he mad at me for destroying precious chatting time with Kairi?

"I thought you said you were going to break up with her," I said evenly. It was the only thing I could think of saying. Continuing was out of the question now. The mood had completely gone cold.

"I was," Sora said, practically glaring at me. "But then I thought it would actually be a better idea to stay with her. That way, nobody would suspect a thing. Don't you think that's a good idea?"

"No, not particularly. As the person you claim to be going out with, I can honestly say I don't really see the brilliance."

"What are you worrying about? It's not serious."

"No? I guess you lied to her then when you said you loved her?"

"She said she loved me, what was I supposed to say?" He took an angry breath. "Look, you're just being a stubborn ass."

"Yeah, maybe I am. But I'm not the one claiming to love two people."

"Yeah, well at least I'm not so emotionally attached to someone that I can't stand being away from them! Admit it, without me you wouldn't know what to do!"

I turned away, clenching my fists tightly by my side. It was true. It was totally, completely, one-hundred-percent true. But I wanted to deny it. I wanted to say I didn't need him and that I could leave at any moment without any emotional attachments. But I couldn't do it. He would know I was lying in an instant. And I never wanted to live my life without him ever.

Those thoughts, instead of calming me, just made me angrier. I began shaking, angry, unshed tears prickling behind my eyelids. A wave of pure possessiveness washed over me. I was struck with the shocking need to turn and beat Sora into submission, and then take him whether he wanted it or not. I wanted to mark him as my own so nobody, least of all Kairi, could ever have him again. It was almost scary.

"Riku? Hey…come on, you're scaring me…" I felt a hand on my shoulder and unconsciously turned, hitting the body attached to it with my still-clenched hand. It came out a lot harder than I expected it to, and Sora was sent sprawling to the floor.

That finally snapped me out of my rage. I knelt down beside him, pulling his hand away from his face where he had pressed it. He pushed me away and glared, his blue eyes brimming with anger. I noticed there was a small cut on his eyebrow which blood was trickling out of. Did I hit his eye?

"Sora, I…I'm sorry…"

"Weren't you leaving?" Sora said coldly. I felt my jaw twitch. Surely he didn't think I did that on purpose? He knew I would never hurt him intentionally. It was a complete accident, brought on by anger. Anger brought on by him. And if he thought I was to blame for this, then he was delusional.

"Fine," I said curtly, standing up from the floor. I stepped outside into the sunny day. That only made my mood worse. I had gotten used to the weather mirroring my mood, and the fact that it didn't just made me want to…

I snarled and punched a nearby tree. Splinters of wood stuck into my hand and I felt a knuckle crack, sending shooting pain through my hand. I barely noticed it. I felt numb and wronged. How could he do that to me? If anyone was stubborn, it was him. He needed to let go of someone. Maybe I was selfish for hoping it would be Kairi and that he would choose me. But then again, didn't I deserve it more? He and I had been friends for years before we ever met Kairi. Just because she came into his life…it didn't mean she got to have him.

I felt hot tears trickle down my cheeks and wiped them away with my injured hand so that a smear of blood streaked across my face. This was not the time to be crying. I couldn't let myself just completely shut down every time Sora betrayed the trust I had in him. I should have been used to it. Or, as used to it as you can get.

I rubbed my hand idly as the pain began to blossom. Blood began pumping double-time towards the wound, making it throb painfully. I would need to get it cleaned and wrapped soon so it didn't get infected. And I should probably have a doctor look at the knuckle. It felt like it was broken.

I spared one last glance towards the cheery-looking house before slowly making my way home.