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acknowledge this, no matter how much I wish they could belong to me.
Warning: This fic at one point will contain explicit yaoi [in later chapters]. If you are offended by shounen-ai or yaoi, I do not suggest you read any further; I rather not be flamed for your stupidity.
Note: Sora and Kairi are 18 years of age, and Riku is 19. They are or will be on Destiny Islands. This fic will unfortunately be parted by chapters; be prepared for angst, denial and what not.
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"I think I'm in love with Riku, and I don't know what to do."
Sora gaped emptily at Kairi, the color drained from his face. Hot coals spilled acid through his stomach, draining into his veins as an icy chill swept over him. Only moments before, he had been locked within a passionate embrace of the boy Kairi now spoke of, and then.. His world was suddenly crumbling around him.
"W-What?" Sora asked quietly, hoping he hadn't heard correctly. A part of him pleaded that Kairi was merely joking, testing him or she was blissfully unaware of what she had just said. Any moment she would burst into her usual fit of giggles, poking fun at him as she did so frequently these days, and explain to him it was all a humor[less] joke.
But her giggles didn't come, and instead she regarded him with depressing confusion. Her fragile hands clung to the back of his jacket, cheek pressed against his chest as she gazed up at him. His arms began to fall from her, but he caught himself, though couldn't bring himself to hold her as he often would.
"Sora.. I need your help. I don't know why this is happening, I never felt attracted to him before.. And yet now.. Recently I've been spending more time with him and.. And I can't stand not being with him. I just want him to be mine," she explained slowly, closing her eyes with a quiet sigh. Sora glanced down toward the damsel resting against his torso, brow drawn together, almost unable to suppress a grimace.
'..But he's suppose to be mine.' Sora yearned to speak the words, but his mouth felt stuffed with cotton, throat suddenly sore with the very thought of speech. The atmosphere closed around them, Kairi abruptly a suffocating force that would soon cause his lungs to explode.
"I need your help.. Please Sora.. Please will you help me?" Kairi stepped back, unaware of the thoughts that rolled through Sora's head like tumbleweeds. His expression was empty, drained of it's emotion. But as he glanced to her face, to the fulfillment that begged to be made in her eyes, her gentle and dependable eyes.. He felt helpless. During all those years of friendship, Sora could never bring himself to place Kairi after his own well being; Kairi had always proved to be a loving little sister to him, even if they had other interest's before hand.
But he knew there was a sacrifice to be made, a sacrifice that involved the recent happiness he had discovered. Yet as Kairi continued to stand before him, hands clasped together, he bowed his head in private shame. There were just some old habits he would never grow out of.
"..Yes Kairi.. I'll help make Riku yours."
Sora sat idly on the island he would often venture to as a child, whenever he was in search of Riku's company. But no one lingered there anymore; the coconut trees no longer standing, a stump in place of where the limber paopu tree once reside. Yet as he sat on the bank's edge, gazing across the ocean he had dreamed to sail, he felt empty.
Seagulls flew overhead, chattering happily, and landed in various areas nearby. Heartless had long since past plagued the tiny location; Sora could still vaguely recall even the earliest memories of his adventure. He turned, gazing to where Riku had offered him a hand, a hand that would draw him a step into the darkness but allow him to depart from this world. Yet Sora hadn't been able to reach, and almost drowned in the shadows.. He had the keyblade to thank for saving him.
He directed his attention once more to the view before him, watching the sun's reflection follow the motion of the waves. It danced along the sea's surface, bright and vivacious against the clear blue sky. The clouds that had enveloped the midnight blanket the evening before had dispersed, no longer visible in any direction. And though the world was jolly holly on the outside, Sora's was rainy and dark on the inside. The promise he made during the early hours of the morning had haunted his dreams, and after waking on more than one occasion, he found he had no desire to sleep.
Sora was sick with depression, his stomach a threat to spill whatever quantities of food he had eaten the day before onto the island he sat. And the idea, by all means, just wasn't appealing.
Drawing his knees against his chest, Sora buried his face into his folded arms, allowing his mind to succumb to the racing thoughts that forced image after image through his memory; Riku and him in the cave. Riku nearly pressing him into the wall. Riku's nervous body language. Riku's eyes. Riku's subtle mouth. Riku's gentle, tender fingertips.
A shadow fell over him, but he hardly moved, lost within the greater depths of his mind. It felt better that way, surrounded by fond thoughts and fantasies.
"Good afternoon," a voice whispered quietly, lips tickling Sora's earlobe. His head shot up and he glanced back to see Riku standing directly behind him. The older boy gave the chocolate youth a rare smile before he joined Sora on the bank, raising a knee comfortably to drape an arm over. He seemed distracted, momentarily, as he listened to the sweet melody of the waves before allowing his eyes to roll sideways in their sockets, aware of Sora's inquiring gaze.
But Sora admired him for a different reason; nausea had hit his stomach with a terrible force, and he was suddenly very aware of how awkward the situation was. Yet Riku, oblivious to the dark thoughts that invaded Sora's mind, lifted his opposite hand that had remained hidden behind his back, even as he sat. A perfect paopu fruit sprouted from behind his sprawled fingertips, Riku unable to dismiss the smile that continued to grace his lips.
Slowly, Sora peered from Riku to the Paopu fruit, and back once more, all thought process having drawn to an immediate halt. He blinked absently, unable to comprehend the meaning of the object's presence, especially with Riku. His company, realizing the extreme confusion Sora was displaying, blushed a fair shade of rose.
"I uh.. Thought.. You know, even if its a silly legend, we could give it a try. The Paopu Fruit Legend, I mean. How if two people share one, their destinies become entwined," Riku stammered with mild humiliation. He dropped it into Sora's lap, quickly, as if holding the object would burn his skin, and directed his attention elsewhere.
Gingerly, Sora lifted it from the womb of his legs, observing the five points, the small leaf cap, the healthy yellow, nearly orange color.. And felt his heart finally snap into two. He couldn't stand the guilt, nor the pressure now weighing heavily on his shoulders. Here, Riku was offering him a key to a dream he would have only dared to fantasize about, but a promise he had made to Kairi was holding him back. A promise he couldn't break. And a promise he intended to keep.
"I.. We can't..." Sora whispered, the fruit falling from his grasp. It fell to the ground with a quiet thud, rocking on it's side before resting in the grass. Riku looked toward him curiously, and recognized the sad incline of his head, his face masked by the shadow of his untamed hair.
"Sora.. I'm sorry. It was a stupid idea anyway, I mean. Child's play really, it was foolish of me to think we could... Sora? Are you alright?" The keyblade wielder's shoulders gave a slight shudder, the boy's body rigid. He fought the tears that wish to come, strangling back a dry sob that demanded escape. Riku watched him with concern before he draped an arm around his trembling shoulders, bowing his head to peer into his face.
Swiftly, Sora shrugged off Riku's comfort, turning his cheek and laid it to rest against his arm. Riku, taken aback, gawked at him with confusion, his limb falling to rest back at his side.
"S..Sora?" he asked quietly, almost afraid he had somehow offended the other boy. But Sora said nothing, having drawn himself into a brief silence, fighting to regain control over his raging emotions. He knew if he wasn't in a calm state of mind, he could never complete the task at hand.. No matter how many times it tore his heart to shreds.
"We.. We can't be together," he replied, quietly. He imagined Riku's face lighting with alarm before a suspicious glare would cross his expression, lips forming a dramatic frown.
"What do you mean?" Riku inquired, tone slick with ice yet curious. He wasn't positive he had heard right, or could even comprehend what Sora had said. But he could definitely recognize the youth's increasing discomfort.
"You and me. We can't be together.. We can't be united. We.. We have to be separate.. Two individuals..." Sora explained quietly, drawing his arms around himself protectively. Even as his lips spoke the words, they felt dead to his ears, plucking away at his heart-strings.
"Sora.. If you're afraid, that's natural. But..-" Riku trailed off abruptly, witnessing the rapid shake of Sora's head, despite it's caged cell within his arms. "..Then what?"
"We just can't.. be together. It wouldn't work out," Sora continued, his voice ready to crack. He could feel himself losing control; control of his sanity, control of the tears, control of himself. But a sound issued at his side, brought by the motion of Riku rising suddenly to his feet, either frustrated or irritated. Possibly both.
"And why not Sora? Do you want to elaborate or would you rather leave me in the dark here? Because I'm not understanding this concept; I honestly have no idea what you mean," Riku demanded, his voice cold with venom. But again, Sora was in a brooding silence as he too stood, drawing himself to his feet with a slow, graceful rise. He inspected the horizon with mild interest, witnessing a fish jump to dance in the sunlight.
"Because you're better off with someone else. That's why, Riku. That's why you and I can't be tog-" Riku's hand came to grip his shoulder, turning the younger boy to face him. Anger blazed through Riku's aqua orbs as he fought the urge to give Sora an irritable shove, directly off the island.
"No. That isn't good enough! That explains nothing Sora, absolutely nothing!" Riku growled. "I don't want to be with anyone else, not after the time I've spent with you. Not after last night, not after everything I told you. And I thought you would have the intelligence to notice that, or at least acknowledge that. Are you really going to tell me, after all that's happened, you are refusing to understand?!"
Sora regarded him with a broken frown, eyes describing sorrow but coated with mutual anger. It wasn't suppose to be this difficult, Riku wasn't suppose to make it any harder on him. It was suppose to be quick, simple, and sweet. He hadn't wished for it to become a big ordeal.
"Yes.. I'm refusing to understand," Sora replied through gritted teeth, unable to regain movement over his clenched jaw. The hand that rested on his shoulder tightened slightly before he was released, and Riku turned, pacing away from him. But he came to a stop, shaking his head, nearly lost in his fury.
"I can't believe you, Sora. Not after all that. Who the fuck am I suppose to be with then? If it's so apparent that it's not you, who? Please, enlighten me oh great one!" Riku bellowed, turning to face the empty shell of his former best friend - and lost lover. Sora remained where he stood, fists balled and tucked behind his back, a tearful angry gaze directed to the ground. Each hateful word cut into him, allowing him to bleed the trapped passion he had wanted to share with Riku. But it was over now; Sora had bound himself to Kairi's plea, and he couldn't turn back.
No matter how much he wanted to. And even as he brought himself to meet Riku's infuriated eyes, the sensation to kiss the rabid lips, to embrace his angered companion.. They came upon him at once, driving a final dagger into his heart.
"Kairi," Sora responded, simply. Riku, having expecting something that would consider more thought, was momentarily shocked. But he regained himself, an obnoxious smirk touching his lips.
"Kairi? That's the best you have? She's the one meant for me?" Riku snarled, allowing himself to shake his head. "Your stupidity amazes me.. Kairi, of all people..." The younger boy didn't wince nor grimace to the insult; instead, he kept his eyes fixed upon the other. Riku lifted a brow, glowering toward his previous companion with obvious hatred.
"Fine Sora. I'll be with Kairi. Just to see you happy," he explained calmly, despite the ugly, almost cruel expression that now enveloped his handsome features. "I'm sorry it couldn't work out between us. But it's my fault. I was foolish enough to believe that you, little innocent Sora, could ever comprehend the meaning of love." Riku stood stationary, a hand against his hip before he turned and departed, gesturing a slight goodbye with his hand.
Sora witnessed his leave until his knees buckled beneath him and he crumbled, dropping until his forehead rested against the damp grass. Tears fell freely as he gave a heavy sob, body retching with each inhale. He hiccuped, shaking his head hastily to his conscience, beating an aggravated fist against the ground.
It was finished, it was complete. Sora had let him go, despite his own emotions. Sora could still be depended on, Kairi would be happy. So what if one person hated him? Even if he was one of the most inspirational people in his life.
And yet Sora continued to cry, absently rocking himself, aware that Riku was now off scouting for Kairi. He couldn't lay himself at rest; he had betrayed his heart, himself and furthermore, Riku. Happiness would not be found, not within the void that Riku had filled only hours before. But it was Sora's fault, Sora had done it, dismissed their emotions without glancing back. And for what? For a girl who had fallen in love, ironically, at the same moment as he?
Sora poured his pain and disappointment into the blades of sweet grass, oblivious to Riku's final farewell from the boat docks, the hurt expression that displayed so sweetly on his face, toward the boy he had thought to love and love him in return. But he supposed it all had been a dream, a splendid dream ended too short by the hands of fate. So he turned, erasing Sora's existence from his mind, realizing if he allowed the keyblade master to linger with a homely state, the pain would continue to chisel at his heart. And Riku couldn't have that.
Nor could he have Sora. And he just couldn't be satisfied with otherwise.
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Preview for Chapter 3: Sora is an emotional wreck; Kairi and Riku, now an official 'couple', plague Sora's nightmares as he fights to regain control over himself. But it proves to be a difficult battle, as he witnesses the blossoming hatred of Riku continue to increase toward him. He realizes he made a mistake, that he lost something that could have proved to be the best thing in his life. But as his attempts continue to be in vain, Sora feels himself slipping from reality. And the battle may not be one he can win.
Chapter 3 of Meet Me at Midnight, shall be posted soon!
Warning: This fic at one point will contain explicit yaoi [in later chapters]. If you are offended by shounen-ai or yaoi, I do not suggest you read any further; I rather not be flamed for your stupidity.
Note: Sora and Kairi are 18 years of age, and Riku is 19. They are or will be on Destiny Islands. This fic will unfortunately be parted by chapters; be prepared for angst, denial and what not.
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"I think I'm in love with Riku, and I don't know what to do."
Sora gaped emptily at Kairi, the color drained from his face. Hot coals spilled acid through his stomach, draining into his veins as an icy chill swept over him. Only moments before, he had been locked within a passionate embrace of the boy Kairi now spoke of, and then.. His world was suddenly crumbling around him.
"W-What?" Sora asked quietly, hoping he hadn't heard correctly. A part of him pleaded that Kairi was merely joking, testing him or she was blissfully unaware of what she had just said. Any moment she would burst into her usual fit of giggles, poking fun at him as she did so frequently these days, and explain to him it was all a humor[less] joke.
But her giggles didn't come, and instead she regarded him with depressing confusion. Her fragile hands clung to the back of his jacket, cheek pressed against his chest as she gazed up at him. His arms began to fall from her, but he caught himself, though couldn't bring himself to hold her as he often would.
"Sora.. I need your help. I don't know why this is happening, I never felt attracted to him before.. And yet now.. Recently I've been spending more time with him and.. And I can't stand not being with him. I just want him to be mine," she explained slowly, closing her eyes with a quiet sigh. Sora glanced down toward the damsel resting against his torso, brow drawn together, almost unable to suppress a grimace.
'..But he's suppose to be mine.' Sora yearned to speak the words, but his mouth felt stuffed with cotton, throat suddenly sore with the very thought of speech. The atmosphere closed around them, Kairi abruptly a suffocating force that would soon cause his lungs to explode.
"I need your help.. Please Sora.. Please will you help me?" Kairi stepped back, unaware of the thoughts that rolled through Sora's head like tumbleweeds. His expression was empty, drained of it's emotion. But as he glanced to her face, to the fulfillment that begged to be made in her eyes, her gentle and dependable eyes.. He felt helpless. During all those years of friendship, Sora could never bring himself to place Kairi after his own well being; Kairi had always proved to be a loving little sister to him, even if they had other interest's before hand.
But he knew there was a sacrifice to be made, a sacrifice that involved the recent happiness he had discovered. Yet as Kairi continued to stand before him, hands clasped together, he bowed his head in private shame. There were just some old habits he would never grow out of.
"..Yes Kairi.. I'll help make Riku yours."
Sora sat idly on the island he would often venture to as a child, whenever he was in search of Riku's company. But no one lingered there anymore; the coconut trees no longer standing, a stump in place of where the limber paopu tree once reside. Yet as he sat on the bank's edge, gazing across the ocean he had dreamed to sail, he felt empty.
Seagulls flew overhead, chattering happily, and landed in various areas nearby. Heartless had long since past plagued the tiny location; Sora could still vaguely recall even the earliest memories of his adventure. He turned, gazing to where Riku had offered him a hand, a hand that would draw him a step into the darkness but allow him to depart from this world. Yet Sora hadn't been able to reach, and almost drowned in the shadows.. He had the keyblade to thank for saving him.
He directed his attention once more to the view before him, watching the sun's reflection follow the motion of the waves. It danced along the sea's surface, bright and vivacious against the clear blue sky. The clouds that had enveloped the midnight blanket the evening before had dispersed, no longer visible in any direction. And though the world was jolly holly on the outside, Sora's was rainy and dark on the inside. The promise he made during the early hours of the morning had haunted his dreams, and after waking on more than one occasion, he found he had no desire to sleep.
Sora was sick with depression, his stomach a threat to spill whatever quantities of food he had eaten the day before onto the island he sat. And the idea, by all means, just wasn't appealing.
Drawing his knees against his chest, Sora buried his face into his folded arms, allowing his mind to succumb to the racing thoughts that forced image after image through his memory; Riku and him in the cave. Riku nearly pressing him into the wall. Riku's nervous body language. Riku's eyes. Riku's subtle mouth. Riku's gentle, tender fingertips.
A shadow fell over him, but he hardly moved, lost within the greater depths of his mind. It felt better that way, surrounded by fond thoughts and fantasies.
"Good afternoon," a voice whispered quietly, lips tickling Sora's earlobe. His head shot up and he glanced back to see Riku standing directly behind him. The older boy gave the chocolate youth a rare smile before he joined Sora on the bank, raising a knee comfortably to drape an arm over. He seemed distracted, momentarily, as he listened to the sweet melody of the waves before allowing his eyes to roll sideways in their sockets, aware of Sora's inquiring gaze.
But Sora admired him for a different reason; nausea had hit his stomach with a terrible force, and he was suddenly very aware of how awkward the situation was. Yet Riku, oblivious to the dark thoughts that invaded Sora's mind, lifted his opposite hand that had remained hidden behind his back, even as he sat. A perfect paopu fruit sprouted from behind his sprawled fingertips, Riku unable to dismiss the smile that continued to grace his lips.
Slowly, Sora peered from Riku to the Paopu fruit, and back once more, all thought process having drawn to an immediate halt. He blinked absently, unable to comprehend the meaning of the object's presence, especially with Riku. His company, realizing the extreme confusion Sora was displaying, blushed a fair shade of rose.
"I uh.. Thought.. You know, even if its a silly legend, we could give it a try. The Paopu Fruit Legend, I mean. How if two people share one, their destinies become entwined," Riku stammered with mild humiliation. He dropped it into Sora's lap, quickly, as if holding the object would burn his skin, and directed his attention elsewhere.
Gingerly, Sora lifted it from the womb of his legs, observing the five points, the small leaf cap, the healthy yellow, nearly orange color.. And felt his heart finally snap into two. He couldn't stand the guilt, nor the pressure now weighing heavily on his shoulders. Here, Riku was offering him a key to a dream he would have only dared to fantasize about, but a promise he had made to Kairi was holding him back. A promise he couldn't break. And a promise he intended to keep.
"I.. We can't..." Sora whispered, the fruit falling from his grasp. It fell to the ground with a quiet thud, rocking on it's side before resting in the grass. Riku looked toward him curiously, and recognized the sad incline of his head, his face masked by the shadow of his untamed hair.
"Sora.. I'm sorry. It was a stupid idea anyway, I mean. Child's play really, it was foolish of me to think we could... Sora? Are you alright?" The keyblade wielder's shoulders gave a slight shudder, the boy's body rigid. He fought the tears that wish to come, strangling back a dry sob that demanded escape. Riku watched him with concern before he draped an arm around his trembling shoulders, bowing his head to peer into his face.
Swiftly, Sora shrugged off Riku's comfort, turning his cheek and laid it to rest against his arm. Riku, taken aback, gawked at him with confusion, his limb falling to rest back at his side.
"S..Sora?" he asked quietly, almost afraid he had somehow offended the other boy. But Sora said nothing, having drawn himself into a brief silence, fighting to regain control over his raging emotions. He knew if he wasn't in a calm state of mind, he could never complete the task at hand.. No matter how many times it tore his heart to shreds.
"We.. We can't be together," he replied, quietly. He imagined Riku's face lighting with alarm before a suspicious glare would cross his expression, lips forming a dramatic frown.
"What do you mean?" Riku inquired, tone slick with ice yet curious. He wasn't positive he had heard right, or could even comprehend what Sora had said. But he could definitely recognize the youth's increasing discomfort.
"You and me. We can't be together.. We can't be united. We.. We have to be separate.. Two individuals..." Sora explained quietly, drawing his arms around himself protectively. Even as his lips spoke the words, they felt dead to his ears, plucking away at his heart-strings.
"Sora.. If you're afraid, that's natural. But..-" Riku trailed off abruptly, witnessing the rapid shake of Sora's head, despite it's caged cell within his arms. "..Then what?"
"We just can't.. be together. It wouldn't work out," Sora continued, his voice ready to crack. He could feel himself losing control; control of his sanity, control of the tears, control of himself. But a sound issued at his side, brought by the motion of Riku rising suddenly to his feet, either frustrated or irritated. Possibly both.
"And why not Sora? Do you want to elaborate or would you rather leave me in the dark here? Because I'm not understanding this concept; I honestly have no idea what you mean," Riku demanded, his voice cold with venom. But again, Sora was in a brooding silence as he too stood, drawing himself to his feet with a slow, graceful rise. He inspected the horizon with mild interest, witnessing a fish jump to dance in the sunlight.
"Because you're better off with someone else. That's why, Riku. That's why you and I can't be tog-" Riku's hand came to grip his shoulder, turning the younger boy to face him. Anger blazed through Riku's aqua orbs as he fought the urge to give Sora an irritable shove, directly off the island.
"No. That isn't good enough! That explains nothing Sora, absolutely nothing!" Riku growled. "I don't want to be with anyone else, not after the time I've spent with you. Not after last night, not after everything I told you. And I thought you would have the intelligence to notice that, or at least acknowledge that. Are you really going to tell me, after all that's happened, you are refusing to understand?!"
Sora regarded him with a broken frown, eyes describing sorrow but coated with mutual anger. It wasn't suppose to be this difficult, Riku wasn't suppose to make it any harder on him. It was suppose to be quick, simple, and sweet. He hadn't wished for it to become a big ordeal.
"Yes.. I'm refusing to understand," Sora replied through gritted teeth, unable to regain movement over his clenched jaw. The hand that rested on his shoulder tightened slightly before he was released, and Riku turned, pacing away from him. But he came to a stop, shaking his head, nearly lost in his fury.
"I can't believe you, Sora. Not after all that. Who the fuck am I suppose to be with then? If it's so apparent that it's not you, who? Please, enlighten me oh great one!" Riku bellowed, turning to face the empty shell of his former best friend - and lost lover. Sora remained where he stood, fists balled and tucked behind his back, a tearful angry gaze directed to the ground. Each hateful word cut into him, allowing him to bleed the trapped passion he had wanted to share with Riku. But it was over now; Sora had bound himself to Kairi's plea, and he couldn't turn back.
No matter how much he wanted to. And even as he brought himself to meet Riku's infuriated eyes, the sensation to kiss the rabid lips, to embrace his angered companion.. They came upon him at once, driving a final dagger into his heart.
"Kairi," Sora responded, simply. Riku, having expecting something that would consider more thought, was momentarily shocked. But he regained himself, an obnoxious smirk touching his lips.
"Kairi? That's the best you have? She's the one meant for me?" Riku snarled, allowing himself to shake his head. "Your stupidity amazes me.. Kairi, of all people..." The younger boy didn't wince nor grimace to the insult; instead, he kept his eyes fixed upon the other. Riku lifted a brow, glowering toward his previous companion with obvious hatred.
"Fine Sora. I'll be with Kairi. Just to see you happy," he explained calmly, despite the ugly, almost cruel expression that now enveloped his handsome features. "I'm sorry it couldn't work out between us. But it's my fault. I was foolish enough to believe that you, little innocent Sora, could ever comprehend the meaning of love." Riku stood stationary, a hand against his hip before he turned and departed, gesturing a slight goodbye with his hand.
Sora witnessed his leave until his knees buckled beneath him and he crumbled, dropping until his forehead rested against the damp grass. Tears fell freely as he gave a heavy sob, body retching with each inhale. He hiccuped, shaking his head hastily to his conscience, beating an aggravated fist against the ground.
It was finished, it was complete. Sora had let him go, despite his own emotions. Sora could still be depended on, Kairi would be happy. So what if one person hated him? Even if he was one of the most inspirational people in his life.
And yet Sora continued to cry, absently rocking himself, aware that Riku was now off scouting for Kairi. He couldn't lay himself at rest; he had betrayed his heart, himself and furthermore, Riku. Happiness would not be found, not within the void that Riku had filled only hours before. But it was Sora's fault, Sora had done it, dismissed their emotions without glancing back. And for what? For a girl who had fallen in love, ironically, at the same moment as he?
Sora poured his pain and disappointment into the blades of sweet grass, oblivious to Riku's final farewell from the boat docks, the hurt expression that displayed so sweetly on his face, toward the boy he had thought to love and love him in return. But he supposed it all had been a dream, a splendid dream ended too short by the hands of fate. So he turned, erasing Sora's existence from his mind, realizing if he allowed the keyblade master to linger with a homely state, the pain would continue to chisel at his heart. And Riku couldn't have that.
Nor could he have Sora. And he just couldn't be satisfied with otherwise.
***
Preview for Chapter 3: Sora is an emotional wreck; Kairi and Riku, now an official 'couple', plague Sora's nightmares as he fights to regain control over himself. But it proves to be a difficult battle, as he witnesses the blossoming hatred of Riku continue to increase toward him. He realizes he made a mistake, that he lost something that could have proved to be the best thing in his life. But as his attempts continue to be in vain, Sora feels himself slipping from reality. And the battle may not be one he can win.
Chapter 3 of Meet Me at Midnight, shall be posted soon!