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the story.
~Kurisutaru ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The young brunette boy lay in his bed alone the next night. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep in ease, as the scent of Riku still lingered throughout the white linen sheets, and feather-stuffed pillows.
--Will you love me forever?--
Sora smiled to himself as the events from the night before played over and over inside of his head.
--Of course.--
He coughed then. The cough was raspy and wheezy. It hurt his chest.
Sora didn't like pain.
He sat up, the raspy cough coming even more frequent as he walked clumsily to the kitchen. Moonlight washed over the tile floor, giving the small kitchen an eerie glow. He took a glass from the cupboard, filling it with water from the faucet. He swallowed the water, and coughed again, the water dripping from his mouth and onto the floor. Only this time, the coughing didn't stop. He covered his mouth with his hand, trying to keep himself from falling over. He dropped the glass, and it shattered on the floor next to his feet, splattering the remaining water across the tile. The young boy collapsed to his knees, grabbing at his chest, and coughing uncontrollably.
It was so painful.
Sora fell over onto his side. What was happening to him? He didn't think that just having a common cough hurt so much.
The pain was unbearable.
He couldn't stop it.
He was afraid.
He wheezed and gasped for air. He couldn't seem get the air past his lips. Different colored spots danced around before his eyes. He couldn't see. Everything swirled into a black nothingness as consciousness slipped slowly away from him.
****
When the brunette next awoke, he was on the cold tiles of his kitchen floor. Sunlight filtered through an open window. A slight breeze whispered through the bright kitchen. Sora groaned, and pulled himself into a sitting position.
Did he sleep the whole night?
Even if he did, he felt tired and weak. He blinked, dazed. He was cold, and he shivered, although it was rather warm in the room. He stood up. His legs felt as if they would not hold him up. He thought for sure his knees would buckle underneath him, and he would collapse to the floor again, so he leaned his full weight against the counter for support. Even standing was a hard task. He took deep, ragged breaths.
What was wrong with him?
The question nagged at him. He knew he was sick, but it was something much worse than he thought it was at first. Resting would not help him. He knew that too. But what would help him? He stumbled into his room, and collapsed onto his bed. His chest heaved, and he breathed. He felt at ease as he lied there. It gave him a time to think things over, instead of concentrating on the pain. He didn't think that he would tell Riku just yet that he was sick. Sora didn't want to worry him.
Riku.
He wanted to see him, but he didn't want to run the risk of Riku getting sick too. Sora closed his eyes. He had slept the whole night so why was he tired? He didn't have time to question the thought any further. A dreamless sleep soon over came the young boy.
**** "Sora...You're so lazy."
Riku and Sora were walking along the beach. Sora trudged behind Riku, taking deep breaths. He was tired, and his body ached with it. He could feel it in every part of his body. He was weak.
"No. Just..just tired."
Riku snorted, annoyed, although he was grinning widely.
"I didn't get much sleep last night."
He knew it was a lie. He hated lying. Especially to Riku. But he still didn't want Riku to know he was sick. He didn't want Riku to get sick with...~whatever~ he had.
"Why? Did you miss me?"
Riku had wrapped his arms around Sora's small frame. He flicked at Sora's zipper with the tip of his finger. Sora pushed Riku away, shaking his head.
"No Riku. Not now."
Riku narrowed his eyes slightly. He had a look on his face that Sora didn't like. He didn't want to tell Riku what was wrong with him, but he didn't want Riku to get angry with him.
"What's the matter with you?"
Sora couldn't say anything. He didn't want to say anything. He lowered his soft gaze to the ground, trying to concentrate on the sand beneath his feet.
"Nothing.."
"You're hiding from me! Stop it! Just tell me why you won't let me hold you today!!"
Sora felt guilty. But all he could do was just stand there, shaking his head.
"Why won't you talk to me?!"
Sora could do nothing then, as he was pushed roughly to the ground. He let out a startled gasp, as Riku pinned him there, his legs strattled over Sora's thin body. Sora looked up at Riku, fear glinting in his oceanic eyes. Riku glared down at Sora, from his position atop of him.
That look on Riku's face scared him.
Riku's hand traveled downward to grab Sora between the legs. Sora closed his eyes, warm tears streaming down his face.
"Riku...stop...please.."
Riku leaned his face over Sora's. There was a look to him that Sora had never seen before. Sora tried to struggle, but the weakness of his tired body was over powered by the older boy. Sora tried to scream, but fear choked his cries for help. Besides, there was no one around to help him. Riku unzipped Sora's red jumper, revealing his bare skin.
"Riku! NO!"
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Kurisutaru:: Woo hoo!! One chapter in one night! Lucky you!
Riku and Sora:: . . . .
Kurisutaru:: Maybe I could get a few more chapters done before summer...^^; ::pats Sora and Riku on the head::
Riku:: AH! Don't touch me!
Sora:: HEY! Riku's property only!
Kurisutaru:: ;; ::scoots away::
~Kurisutaru ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The young brunette boy lay in his bed alone the next night. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep in ease, as the scent of Riku still lingered throughout the white linen sheets, and feather-stuffed pillows.
--Will you love me forever?--
Sora smiled to himself as the events from the night before played over and over inside of his head.
--Of course.--
He coughed then. The cough was raspy and wheezy. It hurt his chest.
Sora didn't like pain.
He sat up, the raspy cough coming even more frequent as he walked clumsily to the kitchen. Moonlight washed over the tile floor, giving the small kitchen an eerie glow. He took a glass from the cupboard, filling it with water from the faucet. He swallowed the water, and coughed again, the water dripping from his mouth and onto the floor. Only this time, the coughing didn't stop. He covered his mouth with his hand, trying to keep himself from falling over. He dropped the glass, and it shattered on the floor next to his feet, splattering the remaining water across the tile. The young boy collapsed to his knees, grabbing at his chest, and coughing uncontrollably.
It was so painful.
Sora fell over onto his side. What was happening to him? He didn't think that just having a common cough hurt so much.
The pain was unbearable.
He couldn't stop it.
He was afraid.
He wheezed and gasped for air. He couldn't seem get the air past his lips. Different colored spots danced around before his eyes. He couldn't see. Everything swirled into a black nothingness as consciousness slipped slowly away from him.
****
When the brunette next awoke, he was on the cold tiles of his kitchen floor. Sunlight filtered through an open window. A slight breeze whispered through the bright kitchen. Sora groaned, and pulled himself into a sitting position.
Did he sleep the whole night?
Even if he did, he felt tired and weak. He blinked, dazed. He was cold, and he shivered, although it was rather warm in the room. He stood up. His legs felt as if they would not hold him up. He thought for sure his knees would buckle underneath him, and he would collapse to the floor again, so he leaned his full weight against the counter for support. Even standing was a hard task. He took deep, ragged breaths.
What was wrong with him?
The question nagged at him. He knew he was sick, but it was something much worse than he thought it was at first. Resting would not help him. He knew that too. But what would help him? He stumbled into his room, and collapsed onto his bed. His chest heaved, and he breathed. He felt at ease as he lied there. It gave him a time to think things over, instead of concentrating on the pain. He didn't think that he would tell Riku just yet that he was sick. Sora didn't want to worry him.
Riku.
He wanted to see him, but he didn't want to run the risk of Riku getting sick too. Sora closed his eyes. He had slept the whole night so why was he tired? He didn't have time to question the thought any further. A dreamless sleep soon over came the young boy.
**** "Sora...You're so lazy."
Riku and Sora were walking along the beach. Sora trudged behind Riku, taking deep breaths. He was tired, and his body ached with it. He could feel it in every part of his body. He was weak.
"No. Just..just tired."
Riku snorted, annoyed, although he was grinning widely.
"I didn't get much sleep last night."
He knew it was a lie. He hated lying. Especially to Riku. But he still didn't want Riku to know he was sick. He didn't want Riku to get sick with...~whatever~ he had.
"Why? Did you miss me?"
Riku had wrapped his arms around Sora's small frame. He flicked at Sora's zipper with the tip of his finger. Sora pushed Riku away, shaking his head.
"No Riku. Not now."
Riku narrowed his eyes slightly. He had a look on his face that Sora didn't like. He didn't want to tell Riku what was wrong with him, but he didn't want Riku to get angry with him.
"What's the matter with you?"
Sora couldn't say anything. He didn't want to say anything. He lowered his soft gaze to the ground, trying to concentrate on the sand beneath his feet.
"Nothing.."
"You're hiding from me! Stop it! Just tell me why you won't let me hold you today!!"
Sora felt guilty. But all he could do was just stand there, shaking his head.
"Why won't you talk to me?!"
Sora could do nothing then, as he was pushed roughly to the ground. He let out a startled gasp, as Riku pinned him there, his legs strattled over Sora's thin body. Sora looked up at Riku, fear glinting in his oceanic eyes. Riku glared down at Sora, from his position atop of him.
That look on Riku's face scared him.
Riku's hand traveled downward to grab Sora between the legs. Sora closed his eyes, warm tears streaming down his face.
"Riku...stop...please.."
Riku leaned his face over Sora's. There was a look to him that Sora had never seen before. Sora tried to struggle, but the weakness of his tired body was over powered by the older boy. Sora tried to scream, but fear choked his cries for help. Besides, there was no one around to help him. Riku unzipped Sora's red jumper, revealing his bare skin.
"Riku! NO!"
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Kurisutaru:: Woo hoo!! One chapter in one night! Lucky you!
Riku and Sora:: . . . .
Kurisutaru:: Maybe I could get a few more chapters done before summer...^^; ::pats Sora and Riku on the head::
Riku:: AH! Don't touch me!
Sora:: HEY! Riku's property only!
Kurisutaru:: ;; ::scoots away::
