Going to the Light
Chapter Three
DISCLAIMER: I'm going to give up on disclaimers all together. --"
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Riku turned the doorknob and quietly entered his room. Sora followed silently, sticking close behind his silver-haired friend. Riku flicked on a light switch, and the room was brought into blazing white brilliance. Sora had to squint, for his eyes had become accustomed to the darkness of 'Hell'.
Riku looked at Sora through the corner of his eye. "The bathroom's over there," he pointed to a door to the upper left of the room. Paint was peeling off of the wooden plank, and it looked just about ready to fall off of it's hinges. "There's a shower and a toilet, but that's about it. Oh, and.. You take the bed." The silver-haired man added quickly, hoping that Sora wouldn't protest.
And protest the boy didn't. Sora knew well that it wasn't worth arguing with Riku, not when he'd finally found him. So he nodded in agreement and walked to the bathroom. Riku threw off his cloak when Sora shut the door behind him. His form-fitting black shirt clung to his skin, still wet from the rain. He brushed off the remnants of dust from the pub off of his black jeans and slowly began pulling off his shirt.
Suddenly, Sora poked his head out from the bathroom and asked, "Hey, Riku, where's the soap?"
Riku nearly jumped in surprise. Struggling not to stutter out of embarrassment, Riku pushed his shirt back down and calmly stated, "It's in the drawer." And he turned away from the younger boy.
"Thanks," Sora said, and before he closed the door, he said, "Riku, it's okay to take off your shirt in front of me. We've known eachother since we were kids." And he closed the door.
Riku blinked. Well, he was still Sora, alright. Riku resumed undressing, and as he was pulling a new pair of jeans on, a loud bawling issued from the bathroom.
"WHEN YOU WALK AWAY, YOU DON'T HEAR ME SAY, PLLEEEAAASSSEEEEE, OH BAAABBBYYYY, DON'T GOOO-- HOLY SHIT THAT'S COLD!!!!!" Sora half sang, half yelled. Riku shook his head in dismay. Yes, that was Sora.
Rain splattered against the greasy window pane. Riku gazed out into the street, watching the people as they walked past. The sky was the color of dark velvet, and the rain continued to pour. Riku continued staring out the window, his silver hued hair blanketing his bear shoulders.
Sora stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed in the outfit provided by Riku. It sort of sagged around Sora's smaller form, but it fitted well otherwise. Sora looked up at the ceiling. "It's rather run-down isn't it?" he asked in dismay as a cockroach as big as his fist ran across the ceiling.
Riku nodded. "Not only is it run-down, but it's not exactly the safest place in the world.." He turned. "You gonna turn in? Or do you wanna stay up and talk?" he asked the younger boy.
Now that Sora's hair had dried, Riku took note that Sora's hair wasn't as spiky as before, and it was a little longer. BUt the spikes in his bangs remained the same as always. Sora shook his head. "I can stay up if you want," he yawned in mid-sentence. "But I'm kinda tired."
Riku smiled. "That's okay, then. Go get some rest." he turned his gaze back to the window.
"No, really, it's okay," Sora replied, yawning again. "I can talk if you want..."
Riku turned again. "No, you're tired. It's been a long day, anyhow."
Sora again shook his head. "No. I wanna talk."
Riku shrugged. "If you say so.." he leaned against the window, the glass feeling cold against his bear back.
"So...what do you wanna talk about?" Sora asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
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A/N: It was kinda short..
Chapter Three
DISCLAIMER: I'm going to give up on disclaimers all together. --"
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Riku turned the doorknob and quietly entered his room. Sora followed silently, sticking close behind his silver-haired friend. Riku flicked on a light switch, and the room was brought into blazing white brilliance. Sora had to squint, for his eyes had become accustomed to the darkness of 'Hell'.
Riku looked at Sora through the corner of his eye. "The bathroom's over there," he pointed to a door to the upper left of the room. Paint was peeling off of the wooden plank, and it looked just about ready to fall off of it's hinges. "There's a shower and a toilet, but that's about it. Oh, and.. You take the bed." The silver-haired man added quickly, hoping that Sora wouldn't protest.
And protest the boy didn't. Sora knew well that it wasn't worth arguing with Riku, not when he'd finally found him. So he nodded in agreement and walked to the bathroom. Riku threw off his cloak when Sora shut the door behind him. His form-fitting black shirt clung to his skin, still wet from the rain. He brushed off the remnants of dust from the pub off of his black jeans and slowly began pulling off his shirt.
Suddenly, Sora poked his head out from the bathroom and asked, "Hey, Riku, where's the soap?"
Riku nearly jumped in surprise. Struggling not to stutter out of embarrassment, Riku pushed his shirt back down and calmly stated, "It's in the drawer." And he turned away from the younger boy.
"Thanks," Sora said, and before he closed the door, he said, "Riku, it's okay to take off your shirt in front of me. We've known eachother since we were kids." And he closed the door.
Riku blinked. Well, he was still Sora, alright. Riku resumed undressing, and as he was pulling a new pair of jeans on, a loud bawling issued from the bathroom.
"WHEN YOU WALK AWAY, YOU DON'T HEAR ME SAY, PLLEEEAAASSSEEEEE, OH BAAABBBYYYY, DON'T GOOO-- HOLY SHIT THAT'S COLD!!!!!" Sora half sang, half yelled. Riku shook his head in dismay. Yes, that was Sora.
Rain splattered against the greasy window pane. Riku gazed out into the street, watching the people as they walked past. The sky was the color of dark velvet, and the rain continued to pour. Riku continued staring out the window, his silver hued hair blanketing his bear shoulders.
Sora stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed in the outfit provided by Riku. It sort of sagged around Sora's smaller form, but it fitted well otherwise. Sora looked up at the ceiling. "It's rather run-down isn't it?" he asked in dismay as a cockroach as big as his fist ran across the ceiling.
Riku nodded. "Not only is it run-down, but it's not exactly the safest place in the world.." He turned. "You gonna turn in? Or do you wanna stay up and talk?" he asked the younger boy.
Now that Sora's hair had dried, Riku took note that Sora's hair wasn't as spiky as before, and it was a little longer. BUt the spikes in his bangs remained the same as always. Sora shook his head. "I can stay up if you want," he yawned in mid-sentence. "But I'm kinda tired."
Riku smiled. "That's okay, then. Go get some rest." he turned his gaze back to the window.
"No, really, it's okay," Sora replied, yawning again. "I can talk if you want..."
Riku turned again. "No, you're tired. It's been a long day, anyhow."
Sora again shook his head. "No. I wanna talk."
Riku shrugged. "If you say so.." he leaned against the window, the glass feeling cold against his bear back.
"So...what do you wanna talk about?" Sora asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
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A/N: It was kinda short..