Okay I'm gonna try to get a lot of my story done before summer so you people can have your YAOI!!!

~Kurisutaru ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sora was hurt, ill, and afraid. He didn't know what to do. He knew that all Riku wanted was to know what was wrong with him. He could have told him, but he thought that he was just too dumb to open his mouth and speak.

He cried in the darkness of his room. He didn't know if he could talk to Riku again. He didn't know if Riku wanted to talk to him again. Sora curled up into the fetal position on his bed. He couldn't think.

The phone rang.

Sora knew who it was. He didn't want to get up to go get the phone. He was afraid to talk to Riku. He didn't feel like talking to anyone. The illness was weakening him more each day, his heart was crushed, his feelings were hurt, and he thought that he should just die. Maybe then he could be at ease.

He wouldn't have to be hurt.

He wouldn't have to be in pain.

He wouldn't have to hurt anyone else ever again.

Sora closed his eyes. Warm tears continued to stream down his round cheeks, and he cried himself to sleep.

****

Sora awoke to the ringing of a phone.

Riku.

Riku wanted to talk to him. He decided he was going to answer the phone this time. Maybe they could talk things out. He sat up quickly. The room was spinning before his eyes. His head pounded. He coughed harshly.

He could not go any further.

Sora lied back down, and curled up. He was cold, but his skin was burning. He ached all over, and he felt so helplessly weak. What was happening? Was he...dying? The question repeated itself over and over inside of his mind.

No.

He didn't want to die.

He was afraid of pain.

He was afraid of death.

His condition was just getting worse with each passing day. There was nothing he could do to help it. How he knew, he didn't know. All he knew was that he was afraid, and he didn't want to be alone.

****

"Sora? Open the door. I know your home." Riku banged on the front door of Sora's house with his fist.

It had been days since Sora had last seen Riku, or talked to him for that matter. Then again, Sora had lost count of the days.

He listened to the pounding on the door. He listened to Riku calling out his name. It gave him a headache. He couldn't let Riku see him like this. He clamped his hands over his ears. It hurt him to shut Riku out like this. It hurt him more than his illness. Even though Riku had hurt him just days earlier. He didn't care. All people make mistakes. His bedroom door creaked open slowly.

"Sora, The door was unlocked so I let myself in. I-I've come to apologize."

Sora hadn't noticed Riku had come into his room. Riku's eyes widened with surprise at the sight of him.

"Sora? What...what happened to you?"

Sora sat at the edge of his bed, a wool blanket drawn around his shoulders. He held it closed with his hand at his neck. He was pale. Paler than Riku had ever seen him. The color had faded away from his face completely. He had dark lines under his normally bright eyes. And his eyes had seemed to lose their shine. Each breath he took was raspy, and wheezy. Sora closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

"Nothing..."

Riku kneeled next to him, concern flooding his normally happy face. He looked sorry for what he done before. He looked more sorry than anything.

"Stop trying to hide from me. I know something is wrong. Something is definantly wrong. Was it because of me?"

Sora shook his head again.

"No..."

Riku narrowed his intense aquamarine eyes. Hurt and anger welled up inside of him. He wanted to know what was happening to the boy he cared most about. He cared more about Sora than his own life. And it was the truth.

"Why don't you tell me?"

Sora only shook his head.

"Talk to me!"

Riku grabbed Sora by the shoulders, forcing their eyes to meet each other. Sora looked so...dead. He looked as if his very soul had left his body. Of course, that was what made Sora...Sora. His kind heart.

The happiness in his eyes had left, along with the cheerful, carefree Sora Riku had once known. Riku gathered Sora to his chest, in a strong embrace. He held Sora to him as if letting him go meant letting him go forever.

"Sora I want nothing more but to help you. But if you don't tell me what's wrong, how can I ever help you? Oh God, I'm so sorry Sora. I'm so sorry. I hate myself for what I've done."

Sora could not return, nor break away from the embrace. He was too weak to do either. The illness had swept over him so quickly; he didn't even know exactly what was happening to him. He didn't know what to say to Riku. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He coughed painfully.

"Oh God Sora...If something were to happen to you because of me.."

Riku couldn't finish his sentence. Sora dropped his head, leaning his full weight on Riku. He wept then, and could not stop the tears.

"Riku..I'm sick. I...I.."

He coughed again, burying his face into Riku's shoulder, and got as close as he could to him for warmth.

"I'm scared."

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Kurisutaru:: Whew! You people are lucky! Another chappy! WEEHEE!!

Riku:: Yeah...lucky...MY POOR SORA IS SICK!!!

Sora:: x_x ::coughcough::

Kurisutaru:: Awww....poor Sora! ::hugs::