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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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Time had officially come to an abrupt end as Sora lifted his head, aware of it's sudden increase in weight, and directed his attention to the silver- tressed boy nearby. He briefly considered making an abrupt leave, allowing his gaze to peer toward the pool below him before acknowledging his former friend's presence once more.
"What does it matter?" he asked, his tone bitter. Riku's gaze narrowed slightly as he wandered forward with slow, graceful strides, his fingertips grazing along the nearby rock-wall.
"Kairi asked me to find you," the other stated, no longer meeting the chocolate youth's eyes. He was instead admiring the clear blue sky above him, and the occasional seagull that stretched it's wings against the endless abyss.
"What are you, her pet now?" Sora purred bluntly, standing within the constant, cold shower that pressed against his fragile shoulders. But he hardly seemed bent by the pressure, enjoying the sensation of ice that tumbled down his spine. Riku's head snapped immediately, gaze ablaze with hideous anger, scowling at the thought.
"You're the one who said you wanted me to be with her," he replied icely, ignoring the weak glance of shame that fell across Sora's handsome face.
"I know! You don't have to remind me," the boy murmured, fists clenched at his sides. He hadn't come to the secluded area with the thought he would chance an encounter with the boy he had loved before; but that was in the past. It seemed now they shared a mutual hatred.
Even if Sora didn't hate him. And never would.
"Then don't be making stupid statements; I'm only doing what you asked me to," Riku jeered, pulling a handful of grass from it's roots. He inspected it quietly before releasing it to his side, watching it slowly drift to rest against it's kin. Thoughtfully, he mused if Kairi had suspected he and Sora would likely continue to disagree, regardless to her wishes of him speaking to the other boy. Honestly, he thought not.
"...What have you been up to all this time? I would have thought you'd leave by now," Riku asked curiously, though his tone without enthusiasm. He felt Sora's eyes linger to him, despite his lack of attention to his company as he gazed toward a flower at his feet; but it hardly remained, seeming to find entertainment elsewhere.
"A little this, more of that," Sora responded quietly; he had little to no reason to explain himself. He knew Riku wasn't interested in his recent events, nor was he excited to be with the youth he had once considered his best friend years ago. And subconsciously, Sora realized his assumptions were correct. Riku hadn't any desire to remain in the presence of the keyblade master, nor was he intrigued by his recent happenings. He just wanted to finish the conversation, make his leave, and allow Kairi's mind to rest at ease. She would have to be grateful he had come this far.
"What? No new girlfriends? How about boyfriends?" Riku chuckled, seething with venom. Sora glowered somberly, lips drawn into a pouty-frown, brow knitted together. He felt a stab of pain touch his heart, though brushed the comment aside.
"No. No one," he stated confidently, lifting his chin slightly from it's incline position. He wasn't going to allow Riku to have the upper hand; he had been the one to invade Sora's privacy, and he wasn't going to leave realizing he was able to crawl beneath Sora's skin. Sora simply wouldn't allow it.
Riku regarded him with minor surprise then gave a shallow shrug, folding his arms over his chest. Then leaning against the same wall he had caressed, he cocked his head to an angle, surveying the boy with a thought. Sora stood motionless to the sight of his aqua orbs, a deer caught in the bright headlights of a car as they past through the darkness of midnight. He didn't want to acknowledge the weakness of his knees.
"Is there something you specifically want, Riku, or did you just come here to bother me?" Sora inquired suddenly, the same somber expression remaining. Riku's lips split into a smirk, though it's cheer didn't reach the solid glints of his eyes.
"I told you, I came here because Kairi asked me to find you. But I must say.. I find it quite ironic you would call me the bother." Irritation already began to tick at Riku's aching nerves, Kairi having spent the previous months wearing them away. He knew his patience was hardly admirable, and felt that the longer he spent with his current company, the broader chances there'd be to lose his sanity.
Or what remained.
"Why do you find it so ironic? You smoked me out, not vice versa," Sora said mildly, making no attempts to seem anymore the wiser. Though he doubted Riku would have fallen for such a predictable scheme.
"Do I have to explain to you that Kairi sent me, again? I know you're oblivious, but Sora, you're bordering stereotypical blonde here!" Riku suddenly exclaimed, frustrated by Sora's intelligence, or lack of. But it was the destined boy's turn to smirk, brows lifted with nervous amusement.
"That's not what I meant," he pointed out, tapping a foot absently against the cold stone. "You first brought me here, with a note requiring my appearance. Don't you remember? Meet me at midnight?" Riku's frown fell as he considered the reply, traveling a slow step forward, arms now locked against his back.
"It was not said you had to listen to the directions," he said politely, vainly keeping his temper in check. He didn't want to chance the opportunity he'd erupt with fury, and cause injury to the boy. Or at least more than what was deserved.
"But I did, none-the-less, out of curiosity of the sender and what the message would contain," Sora continued without missing a beat, stepping back into the icy depths of the waterfall. Riku watched his dancing reflection against the crystal water, before side-stepping to peer behind the sheet.
"Then you tore my heart out and shoved it down my throat," Riku replied dryly, privately celebrating triumph to the guilt that now sagged Sora's posture. He had hit home.
"I hadn't meant to..." Sora whispered, cerulean eyes fluttering close by heavy lashes. He lifted his arms, supporting his trembling frame before he sank to his knees, head bowed. Riku felt no remorse, nor sympathy.
"And yet you did. You made me believe you cared, then it blew up in my face. That's what I get for thinking I love a child," he sneered angrily, turning so he wouldn't have to watch the pitiful slob of a former-friend. Sora said nothing in his defense, merely stared at his knees, rocked by his shuddering. If Riku had come to intentionally hurt him, to make him feel the lowest of low, to allow him to once again drown within his sorrow.. He was succeeding. And no matter how much Sora struggled against it's current, he couldn't pull himself from the ocean, and instead would sink to the empty oblivion beneath him.
"I'm sorry..." he cooed, choking back a dry sob. Riku once more acknowledged his being, glaring at the handsome arch of his back, but made no move to comfort him.
"Sorry? You're not sorry, Sora. You find this amusing, you think it's a big game. You don't care about me, you don't care about anyone. I doubt you even care about yourself let alone Kairi," he growled, stepping forward toward the flow of thick rain. "Don't give me shit about being sorry. I don't believe you."
Sora dropped his hands to rest against the smooth stone beneath him, spikes fallen from their usual airborne structure. Instead, long tendrils of chocolate hung around his angular features, a shield to the mourning expression of his face.
"You don't understand, Riku.. It's so much more complicated than that..."
"What's there that's so complicated, Sora? What makes it so god damn complicated that I don't understand? You thought you wanted me, then you didn't. You changed your mind. And in the process, you lead me on and then somehow convinced yourself you weren't good enough for me. And that I would be better off with someone, someone who drives me completely insane and up every god damn wall that surrounds me. Someone who's worn away my brain- cells until I've nearly becoming a drooling idiot. Just like you, Sora. A complete fucking moron who thinks it's alright to play with other peoples emotions and rip apart their feelings as if they have none. But maybe to you I don't. Maybe I'm just another person who can be used at your disposal and thrown aside. Well I'm not, and I won't allow you to treat me like shit just because you think it's worth-while!" The dam had finally collapsed as the words came spilling from Riku, though he felt no need for mercy. Sora deserved all the guilt, all the pain, all the hatred Riku was now cramming down his throat; just like had down to Riku with his heart. It was time he had a taste of his own medicine. Bout damn-well time.
Sora stood at the end of Riku's short speech, and rushed at him with amazing speed. Riku hadn't a chance to respond when Sora raised a balled fist, bringing it to collide against his left cheek, his head snapping with it's motion. Sora's chest rose and fell laborly, face ugly with anger as he stepped away from the shocked-individual, his fist falling to his side.
"You're the utter moron, Riku! You're too god damn wrapped up in yourself to even see what I've done. Do you even know why I wanted you to be with Kairi? Did she ever take the time to fucking tell you? Or did you even tell her about me and you? You're just as guilty as I am! So don't go pushing all the blame onto me!" Sora directed irritably, amazed with himself he had dared strike his own friend.
Riku seemed to be in mutual conditions as a hand rose to his cheek, fingertips gently brushing across the swollen area, dazed by the blow. Then slowly, he turned to face the boy who had delivered it abruptly with wide, cold aqua eyes. He could feel the final threads of his sanity beginning to snap, one by one.
Tears fell from the boy's eyes as Sora bowed his head, consciously wiping one away irritably. He hadn't meant to allow himself to lose control, now give Riku the pleasure to see him cry. Everything had gone insanely wrong since point one.. Since Riku had told him of his feelings, and enchanted Sora with a mesmerizing kiss.
"I can't take this, Riku.. After I left you in that cave, after we shared all that time together.. I ran into Kairi on the beach.. She sa-.." Sora paused, allowing the sob he had smothered aside to break from his exhausted throat. "She said she needed my help.. She told me she loved you, and she wanted to be with you. But she'd need my help to make it happen.. I didn't want to do it, but I couldn't say no.. I couldn't say no to her, Riku. Not with the way she was looking at me, pleading for me to give her that one thing she desired most of all.. You.."
He lifted his gaze to study Riku's bewildered face, searching for signs of disbelief, disgust, disappointment, or further hatred. But it was clean, except for the obvious curiosity.
"I had to help her.. So I promised her I would; I'd help her receive your love.. Even if it meant I'd have to sacrifice the one thing I desired most.. I love you, Riku..." The tears spilled easily as he raised a hand to shield his eyes, humiliated with himself. He doubted Riku would believe him, that the other boy would declare he was a liar, and immature fool who was only trying to twist him around his finger once again. And it caused Sora's heart to wretch with aching pain; he wanted nothing more than Riku's belief, even if it meant they'd have to continue being rivals.
"Sora..." Riku murmured gently, expression a mix of confusion and relief.
Sora lifted his gaze, surveying the other's face briefly before his heart fell. He could see it, even in Riku's eyes; he had embarrassed himself. Riku didn't believe him, nor should he have expected him to. And at that moment, Sora wished he could be anywhere else in the world, but there.
He squeaked, pushing past Riku thoughtlessly as he moved in a mad rush. His company staggered back, arms waving for balance as his foot slipped from the edge of the cliff, Riku's eyes widening momentarily. Sora turned, aware of Riku's airborne position and reached his hand forward to grasp the other's flailing fingers. But they skimmed and missed, and Riku teetered backward, falling from sight as he tumbled to the endless depths below.
"Riku!!"
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Preview for Chapter 5 [Final!]: Sora's finally told Riku the deep-dark secret behind him and Kairi! But in a brief misunderstanding, Sora sent his best friend over the edge of the cliff. What's to come of Sora and Riku? Or better what, what's to come of Riku?!
Chapter 5 of Meet Me at Midnight, soon to be updated! :D Final chapter to MMaM~!
[And no Kirei, Riku's not dead.. Maybe. D ::avoids flying objects::]
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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Time had officially come to an abrupt end as Sora lifted his head, aware of it's sudden increase in weight, and directed his attention to the silver- tressed boy nearby. He briefly considered making an abrupt leave, allowing his gaze to peer toward the pool below him before acknowledging his former friend's presence once more.
"What does it matter?" he asked, his tone bitter. Riku's gaze narrowed slightly as he wandered forward with slow, graceful strides, his fingertips grazing along the nearby rock-wall.
"Kairi asked me to find you," the other stated, no longer meeting the chocolate youth's eyes. He was instead admiring the clear blue sky above him, and the occasional seagull that stretched it's wings against the endless abyss.
"What are you, her pet now?" Sora purred bluntly, standing within the constant, cold shower that pressed against his fragile shoulders. But he hardly seemed bent by the pressure, enjoying the sensation of ice that tumbled down his spine. Riku's head snapped immediately, gaze ablaze with hideous anger, scowling at the thought.
"You're the one who said you wanted me to be with her," he replied icely, ignoring the weak glance of shame that fell across Sora's handsome face.
"I know! You don't have to remind me," the boy murmured, fists clenched at his sides. He hadn't come to the secluded area with the thought he would chance an encounter with the boy he had loved before; but that was in the past. It seemed now they shared a mutual hatred.
Even if Sora didn't hate him. And never would.
"Then don't be making stupid statements; I'm only doing what you asked me to," Riku jeered, pulling a handful of grass from it's roots. He inspected it quietly before releasing it to his side, watching it slowly drift to rest against it's kin. Thoughtfully, he mused if Kairi had suspected he and Sora would likely continue to disagree, regardless to her wishes of him speaking to the other boy. Honestly, he thought not.
"...What have you been up to all this time? I would have thought you'd leave by now," Riku asked curiously, though his tone without enthusiasm. He felt Sora's eyes linger to him, despite his lack of attention to his company as he gazed toward a flower at his feet; but it hardly remained, seeming to find entertainment elsewhere.
"A little this, more of that," Sora responded quietly; he had little to no reason to explain himself. He knew Riku wasn't interested in his recent events, nor was he excited to be with the youth he had once considered his best friend years ago. And subconsciously, Sora realized his assumptions were correct. Riku hadn't any desire to remain in the presence of the keyblade master, nor was he intrigued by his recent happenings. He just wanted to finish the conversation, make his leave, and allow Kairi's mind to rest at ease. She would have to be grateful he had come this far.
"What? No new girlfriends? How about boyfriends?" Riku chuckled, seething with venom. Sora glowered somberly, lips drawn into a pouty-frown, brow knitted together. He felt a stab of pain touch his heart, though brushed the comment aside.
"No. No one," he stated confidently, lifting his chin slightly from it's incline position. He wasn't going to allow Riku to have the upper hand; he had been the one to invade Sora's privacy, and he wasn't going to leave realizing he was able to crawl beneath Sora's skin. Sora simply wouldn't allow it.
Riku regarded him with minor surprise then gave a shallow shrug, folding his arms over his chest. Then leaning against the same wall he had caressed, he cocked his head to an angle, surveying the boy with a thought. Sora stood motionless to the sight of his aqua orbs, a deer caught in the bright headlights of a car as they past through the darkness of midnight. He didn't want to acknowledge the weakness of his knees.
"Is there something you specifically want, Riku, or did you just come here to bother me?" Sora inquired suddenly, the same somber expression remaining. Riku's lips split into a smirk, though it's cheer didn't reach the solid glints of his eyes.
"I told you, I came here because Kairi asked me to find you. But I must say.. I find it quite ironic you would call me the bother." Irritation already began to tick at Riku's aching nerves, Kairi having spent the previous months wearing them away. He knew his patience was hardly admirable, and felt that the longer he spent with his current company, the broader chances there'd be to lose his sanity.
Or what remained.
"Why do you find it so ironic? You smoked me out, not vice versa," Sora said mildly, making no attempts to seem anymore the wiser. Though he doubted Riku would have fallen for such a predictable scheme.
"Do I have to explain to you that Kairi sent me, again? I know you're oblivious, but Sora, you're bordering stereotypical blonde here!" Riku suddenly exclaimed, frustrated by Sora's intelligence, or lack of. But it was the destined boy's turn to smirk, brows lifted with nervous amusement.
"That's not what I meant," he pointed out, tapping a foot absently against the cold stone. "You first brought me here, with a note requiring my appearance. Don't you remember? Meet me at midnight?" Riku's frown fell as he considered the reply, traveling a slow step forward, arms now locked against his back.
"It was not said you had to listen to the directions," he said politely, vainly keeping his temper in check. He didn't want to chance the opportunity he'd erupt with fury, and cause injury to the boy. Or at least more than what was deserved.
"But I did, none-the-less, out of curiosity of the sender and what the message would contain," Sora continued without missing a beat, stepping back into the icy depths of the waterfall. Riku watched his dancing reflection against the crystal water, before side-stepping to peer behind the sheet.
"Then you tore my heart out and shoved it down my throat," Riku replied dryly, privately celebrating triumph to the guilt that now sagged Sora's posture. He had hit home.
"I hadn't meant to..." Sora whispered, cerulean eyes fluttering close by heavy lashes. He lifted his arms, supporting his trembling frame before he sank to his knees, head bowed. Riku felt no remorse, nor sympathy.
"And yet you did. You made me believe you cared, then it blew up in my face. That's what I get for thinking I love a child," he sneered angrily, turning so he wouldn't have to watch the pitiful slob of a former-friend. Sora said nothing in his defense, merely stared at his knees, rocked by his shuddering. If Riku had come to intentionally hurt him, to make him feel the lowest of low, to allow him to once again drown within his sorrow.. He was succeeding. And no matter how much Sora struggled against it's current, he couldn't pull himself from the ocean, and instead would sink to the empty oblivion beneath him.
"I'm sorry..." he cooed, choking back a dry sob. Riku once more acknowledged his being, glaring at the handsome arch of his back, but made no move to comfort him.
"Sorry? You're not sorry, Sora. You find this amusing, you think it's a big game. You don't care about me, you don't care about anyone. I doubt you even care about yourself let alone Kairi," he growled, stepping forward toward the flow of thick rain. "Don't give me shit about being sorry. I don't believe you."
Sora dropped his hands to rest against the smooth stone beneath him, spikes fallen from their usual airborne structure. Instead, long tendrils of chocolate hung around his angular features, a shield to the mourning expression of his face.
"You don't understand, Riku.. It's so much more complicated than that..."
"What's there that's so complicated, Sora? What makes it so god damn complicated that I don't understand? You thought you wanted me, then you didn't. You changed your mind. And in the process, you lead me on and then somehow convinced yourself you weren't good enough for me. And that I would be better off with someone, someone who drives me completely insane and up every god damn wall that surrounds me. Someone who's worn away my brain- cells until I've nearly becoming a drooling idiot. Just like you, Sora. A complete fucking moron who thinks it's alright to play with other peoples emotions and rip apart their feelings as if they have none. But maybe to you I don't. Maybe I'm just another person who can be used at your disposal and thrown aside. Well I'm not, and I won't allow you to treat me like shit just because you think it's worth-while!" The dam had finally collapsed as the words came spilling from Riku, though he felt no need for mercy. Sora deserved all the guilt, all the pain, all the hatred Riku was now cramming down his throat; just like had down to Riku with his heart. It was time he had a taste of his own medicine. Bout damn-well time.
Sora stood at the end of Riku's short speech, and rushed at him with amazing speed. Riku hadn't a chance to respond when Sora raised a balled fist, bringing it to collide against his left cheek, his head snapping with it's motion. Sora's chest rose and fell laborly, face ugly with anger as he stepped away from the shocked-individual, his fist falling to his side.
"You're the utter moron, Riku! You're too god damn wrapped up in yourself to even see what I've done. Do you even know why I wanted you to be with Kairi? Did she ever take the time to fucking tell you? Or did you even tell her about me and you? You're just as guilty as I am! So don't go pushing all the blame onto me!" Sora directed irritably, amazed with himself he had dared strike his own friend.
Riku seemed to be in mutual conditions as a hand rose to his cheek, fingertips gently brushing across the swollen area, dazed by the blow. Then slowly, he turned to face the boy who had delivered it abruptly with wide, cold aqua eyes. He could feel the final threads of his sanity beginning to snap, one by one.
Tears fell from the boy's eyes as Sora bowed his head, consciously wiping one away irritably. He hadn't meant to allow himself to lose control, now give Riku the pleasure to see him cry. Everything had gone insanely wrong since point one.. Since Riku had told him of his feelings, and enchanted Sora with a mesmerizing kiss.
"I can't take this, Riku.. After I left you in that cave, after we shared all that time together.. I ran into Kairi on the beach.. She sa-.." Sora paused, allowing the sob he had smothered aside to break from his exhausted throat. "She said she needed my help.. She told me she loved you, and she wanted to be with you. But she'd need my help to make it happen.. I didn't want to do it, but I couldn't say no.. I couldn't say no to her, Riku. Not with the way she was looking at me, pleading for me to give her that one thing she desired most of all.. You.."
He lifted his gaze to study Riku's bewildered face, searching for signs of disbelief, disgust, disappointment, or further hatred. But it was clean, except for the obvious curiosity.
"I had to help her.. So I promised her I would; I'd help her receive your love.. Even if it meant I'd have to sacrifice the one thing I desired most.. I love you, Riku..." The tears spilled easily as he raised a hand to shield his eyes, humiliated with himself. He doubted Riku would believe him, that the other boy would declare he was a liar, and immature fool who was only trying to twist him around his finger once again. And it caused Sora's heart to wretch with aching pain; he wanted nothing more than Riku's belief, even if it meant they'd have to continue being rivals.
"Sora..." Riku murmured gently, expression a mix of confusion and relief.
Sora lifted his gaze, surveying the other's face briefly before his heart fell. He could see it, even in Riku's eyes; he had embarrassed himself. Riku didn't believe him, nor should he have expected him to. And at that moment, Sora wished he could be anywhere else in the world, but there.
He squeaked, pushing past Riku thoughtlessly as he moved in a mad rush. His company staggered back, arms waving for balance as his foot slipped from the edge of the cliff, Riku's eyes widening momentarily. Sora turned, aware of Riku's airborne position and reached his hand forward to grasp the other's flailing fingers. But they skimmed and missed, and Riku teetered backward, falling from sight as he tumbled to the endless depths below.
"Riku!!"
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Preview for Chapter 5 [Final!]: Sora's finally told Riku the deep-dark secret behind him and Kairi! But in a brief misunderstanding, Sora sent his best friend over the edge of the cliff. What's to come of Sora and Riku? Or better what, what's to come of Riku?!
Chapter 5 of Meet Me at Midnight, soon to be updated! :D Final chapter to MMaM~!
[And no Kirei, Riku's not dead.. Maybe. D ::avoids flying objects::]