disclaimer: don't own these characters, they belong to square. There is
some male/male feelings. if you don't like it, don't read it. Please tell
me what you think, it is my first try!
Takes place before the game...point of view is riku if you can't tell ^_^
The Boy in the Dark
Sora-
Hey! Staying out of trouble? No, of course you aren't. I know you better than that. I don't even know why im asking, since I see you every day.... Well, you know we have been friends since..forever. And I don't want to hide anymore. I need to tell you somethi....
Riku grits his teeth in frustration. Not even finishing his sentence, he crushes the letter into a tight ball and stuffs it in the trash. Punching the wall in front of him, Riku looks at his desktop. It's littered with more failed attempts. He never was very good at writing.
"How can I tell him my feelings in a letter?" Riku wonders in a hushed tone. " How lame am I? I've loved this kid for how long and I can't even say it to his face. What is wrong with me?"
Sighing loudly, he looks around his room with disdain. It looks like its been hit by a tsunami. Dirty clothes are in piles on the wood floor, his lucky jacket is casually draped on the lava lamp, and a random blitzball is in the laundry basket./Mom's gonna kill me when she sees this mess. One more thing to worry about./
Stretching his arms over his head, Riku yawns and hears a pleasurable crack. Rubbing his eyes, he looks at the clock on his night stand. 1:23 am. And school tomorrow. /Eh, I feel like a stroll. I need to get out of this house./
Grabbing his leather coat, Riku opens the door a crack. No light from his mom's bedroom. Walking softly, he gets to the living room and finds her asleep on the couch. Since dad left, she hasn't been too fond of their bedroom. Riku kisses her forehead and leaves through the front door.
He began to feel better immediately. Walking briskly to the dock, the silver haired teen pads a few feet to the spot he leases, and unhooks the rope of his boat, fondly named "Ragnarok." Stepping in, Riku starts to paddle.
The rhythm of his strokes even out and he is whisked away from the island at a steady pace. His destination is to their place. Their secluded beach that he has grown to love. And just thinking about the good times their group has had there made his heart sink. /Shit, I can't seem to get you out of my head Sora. If I tell you my feelings, how will you react? Will you be disgusted? Will you love me back? No, no I can't even dream of that. Its too unrealistic. If anything, you might hate me. I see your hurt face when I joke about Kairi. I only compete with you to be close to you. I know that is the crappiest reason, but that's all I have. And maybe I went to far...maybe I started something with you and Kairi. Your eyes are always on her...God, if I was the reason for that....I wish you looked at me like that/
His thoughts were silenced when one of the oars hit sand. He was here...and he wasn't alone.
Takes place before the game...point of view is riku if you can't tell ^_^
The Boy in the Dark
Sora-
Hey! Staying out of trouble? No, of course you aren't. I know you better than that. I don't even know why im asking, since I see you every day.... Well, you know we have been friends since..forever. And I don't want to hide anymore. I need to tell you somethi....
Riku grits his teeth in frustration. Not even finishing his sentence, he crushes the letter into a tight ball and stuffs it in the trash. Punching the wall in front of him, Riku looks at his desktop. It's littered with more failed attempts. He never was very good at writing.
"How can I tell him my feelings in a letter?" Riku wonders in a hushed tone. " How lame am I? I've loved this kid for how long and I can't even say it to his face. What is wrong with me?"
Sighing loudly, he looks around his room with disdain. It looks like its been hit by a tsunami. Dirty clothes are in piles on the wood floor, his lucky jacket is casually draped on the lava lamp, and a random blitzball is in the laundry basket./Mom's gonna kill me when she sees this mess. One more thing to worry about./
Stretching his arms over his head, Riku yawns and hears a pleasurable crack. Rubbing his eyes, he looks at the clock on his night stand. 1:23 am. And school tomorrow. /Eh, I feel like a stroll. I need to get out of this house./
Grabbing his leather coat, Riku opens the door a crack. No light from his mom's bedroom. Walking softly, he gets to the living room and finds her asleep on the couch. Since dad left, she hasn't been too fond of their bedroom. Riku kisses her forehead and leaves through the front door.
He began to feel better immediately. Walking briskly to the dock, the silver haired teen pads a few feet to the spot he leases, and unhooks the rope of his boat, fondly named "Ragnarok." Stepping in, Riku starts to paddle.
The rhythm of his strokes even out and he is whisked away from the island at a steady pace. His destination is to their place. Their secluded beach that he has grown to love. And just thinking about the good times their group has had there made his heart sink. /Shit, I can't seem to get you out of my head Sora. If I tell you my feelings, how will you react? Will you be disgusted? Will you love me back? No, no I can't even dream of that. Its too unrealistic. If anything, you might hate me. I see your hurt face when I joke about Kairi. I only compete with you to be close to you. I know that is the crappiest reason, but that's all I have. And maybe I went to far...maybe I started something with you and Kairi. Your eyes are always on her...God, if I was the reason for that....I wish you looked at me like that/
His thoughts were silenced when one of the oars hit sand. He was here...and he wasn't alone.