Hunt them down…Play their god…Take their hearts…Hunt them down…Play their god…Take their hearts…

I can't wait much longer for Sora's response. You want to restart Kingdom Hearts or you don't, that's all there is to it. Why is it taking so long for him to make up his mind?

I ponder this as I unlock the front door of the brunet's house. Once I enter I find him talking on the phone while tightly clenching onto an oven mitt on the counter.

"Sora, have you decided yet?" I ask after he hangs up. The boy nearly falls off the stool next to the kitchen counter.

"What the-Riku? How the hell did you get in?" he shouts.

"I found the key you gave me a while back."

"A key? When did I…?"

"You told me back when we were Reapers that I was welcome in your house at anytime…I didn't visit 'cause I was afraid of blowing our cover."

"Oh…Well….No, I'm still thinking…"

Sora seems to be distracted.

"Something wrong?" I ask.

"…The hospital called just now…Roxas is there and he's cut up pretty bad…"

Sora looks like he's about to cry. I smile sympathetically before approaching him. When I get too close, Sora quickly slides off the stool and backs away with a suspicious gaze.

"It's okay. I won't bite…" I assure, wrapping my arms around him while his guard is down. He doesn't hug me back but he doesn't force me off either.

"God, I'm so stupid…" he speaks while nuzzled in my shoulder. "I should've forced him to stay home last night…I know better than anyone how dangerous it is at night…"

"Don't put yourself down like that. There's no way you could've known…" I say soothingly. "Now do you see why we have to pick up our scythes again? We have to end this war so that innocent bystanders won't get hurt in the crossfire."

To be honest, I have no idea why Roxas was attacked, but hitting Sora's weak spot is the only way I can think of to convince him.

"…You're right…You're right, I know…"

"Good…Feel better now?"

"…A little…"

"Then…" I clear my throat, "we should talk about our other problem…"

Sora suddenly pushes me away, as expected.

"Riku, now's not a good time…"

"There's never a good time! Come on, you've been dodging the subject since we were kids!"

"I'm not dodging it."

"Yes you are! You're doing it right now!"

"Am not." he continues to deny it while walking to the front door and opening it.

"Come on, Sora…"

"I have to go...Roxas might need me an-"

"Sora!"

The brunet flinches before sighing heavily. He slams the door shut and turns to face me, arms crossed.

"Look, Riku. What happened was a onetime thing; therefore, there is nothing to talk about."

"Bu-"

"Nothing. To talk about."

I'm beginning to lose my patience. Why is he being so damn difficult?

"So you didn't feel anything that day? Is that what you're telling me?"

"…If you must know…" Sora leans back onto the entrance and stares at the floor. I can't really blame him for not being able to look at me at the moment. "I felt…embarrassed…confused…"

"But you liked it."

"H-Huh?"

"Oh, come on! Admit it…" I coo as I come near him again. His cheeks turn pink and he still avoids my gaze.

"I can still remember what happened that day. We were all alone…You acted all cute and shy and you were clinging on to me the whole ti-"

Sora's entire face becomes scarlet red as he clasps his hands onto his ears.

"Shut up! Shutupshutupshutup!" he shouts adorably as he speed-walks out of the house. I finally got his strict exterior to crack.