Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: Some yaoi, weirdness, angsty, a little AU
Part 4 of 4. This is the final part to this fic, and it was also the hardest for me to write. I did try to write sort of a lime. . . but. . . it didn't work out. Sorry. I know it's kinda short too, and not my best, but I felt I had to complete it somehow. Forgive me. . . .?
Thank you -so- much to all my reviewers: Ryasha, Lonely Cowboy, duenna, Ocean-eyed Songstress, Rinoki Rio, Zee14, Smiley-chan, Sora Otaku, and LeafKiD. You guys have kept me going throughout this whole fic, and I owe you so much. Maybe I'll have to write more KingdomHearts sometime soon. . . . . . .
Please read and review.
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Sora was swirling around in a whirl of timeless shadows. He could've been there for days, weeks, months, but it was impossible to keep track. . . .
. . . . .Not that it mattered any longer. . . . . . . .
In his current state, Sora felt blissfully unaware of everything but a flying sensation and peace of mind. . . . .
He knew in his heart. . . . his time was up.
I. . . . I did it.
It's finally all over. . . .
Now. . . . I can rest. . . .
Sora relievedly let his tear crusted eyelids drop. He had never looked forward so much to death before, but right now. . . .
He was whole again.
He had no more tasks to accomplish.
It was all. . . . over. . . .
Sora only felt one pang of regret as he readied himself for eternal sleep.
I just wish. . . . I could've seen him. . . . one last time. . . .
He slowly felt the warmth begin to seep out of him, starting with his feet. . . . .
"No. . . . Sora. . . ." He thought he heard an echo, somewhere far away, but decided he must be imagining things. . . . .
His blood had quickly begun to chill as the darkness ate away at it, and his legs went numb. . . .
"We've still got a score to settle. . . . you're not getting away from me that easily. . . ." The sound came again, seeming to be coming from another world, outside Sora's own. . . . .
Sora smiled lazily, as he lost the feeling in his hands and arms, and his thoughts flowed together into a dull absentmindedness. . . .
"Yes. . . ." he breathed vaguely through quickly drying lips. "Always and forever. . . ."
His breath rate and heartbeat began to slow. . . .
"No. . . . please. . . ."
Sora, barely concious now, managed to recognize the voice as Riku's. . . .
" 'S okay, love," Sora slurred, his eyes unfocused. "Be happy, and remember me. . . ."
He felt his head go cold, the only warmth now coming from his quickly freezing heart. . . . .
"Byyyyye Rikuuuuuu. . . ." he called as he shed his very last tears, the echo of his sing-song voice lingering in the air, eyes closing, heart slowing. . . .
Ba-dump. . . ba-dump. . . . . ba-dump. . . . . . . . ba-dump. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ba-dump. . . . . .
Sora prepared to take his final breath, the whirls of black cooling his eyes, his soul. . . .
. . . . . He inhaled. . . . . . . . . . . . . . then ex--
"OH NO YOU DON'T! DAMNIT SORA, I LOVE YOU!"
With a blinding flash of white light the brunet was wrenched back to life. A bloodcurdling screech, steadily getting louder, pierced his eardrums.
Sora jolted upward abruptly, his entire body on fire.
"RIKU!" he screamed in pain and confusion, before he was immediately knocked out with a burst of pain that pulsated through his head, and an angry flash of aquamarine. . . . . . .
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The once Keyblade master moaned and cracked an eye open, only to immediately shut it again when he was blinded by golden sunlight.
After a few more tries, he managed to regain his vision enough to hazily register his surroundings.
A hot sun. . . . water. . . . and. . . . sand?
This is. . . . familiar. . . . . . I know this place. . . . .
. . . . . . Destiny Islands. . .?
. . . Could this really be. . . . . my home?
As he sat up and clutched his head he was hit with a wave of nausea, his world spinning for a few seconds.
"S. . . Sora?"
After finally regaining his senses, which were still dim, Sora looked around to see who had called his name, wincing as he did so.
His entire body was cut, bruised, and aching.
He shivered, skin suddenly very clammy.
"Riku. . . .?" he asked weakly, his eyes landing on a blurry form flimsily propping itself up next to him.
"Sora. . . . oh Sora. . . ." He felt his body being covered with warmth as he was enveloped in a weak hug.
Sora cringed at first, but then noticed that the pain seemed to fade when he clutched the lithe body on top of him. He looked up blearily, smiling as his eyes met those of his soul mate's, who beamed back at him.
"Sora. . . ." whispered Riku. Sora's eyes lit up shyly as his strength started to recover.
"You. . . . you saved me. . . ."
"I'll never let you out of my sight again," Riku growled softly.
Sora smiled.
They crushed their lips together.
It was one of those moments that you couldn't dupicate for the world. Everything else halted, just to revolve around two boys on a beach in a tiny speck of the universe.
Sora felt his heart warm his whole body from the inside out, glowing as his wounds healed over.
He had been wrong before; death wasn't the answer.
Only now. . . . . -now-, he was whole.
They say true love only happens once in a million years. . . . .
As Sora looked up into shimmering, care-filled orbs, he decided something.
And you know what?
Screw them.
I guess next year will be one million and one.
Riku climbed flush on top of Sora, completely banishing all other thoughts from the younger boy's mind. He thrust his tongue into his love's mouth desperately, afraid that if he ever let go, Ansem would wake him up from this perfect dream.
The brunet let Riku take control completely, not wanting to make him feel dominated or uncomfortable.
Sora knew perfection was a lie, but he wanted to believe in it so much. . . . . .
They pulled away, and gazed at each other in silence for a few minutes.
Then, suddenly, Riku began to laugh.
He laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, tears streaming down his cheeks, and clasped Sora to him.
The brunet looked up into the silver-haired boys water-filled eyes in astonishment.
He. . . . he's actually. . . . laughing? Out of. . . . . happiness?
Sora listened to the beautiful, carefree sound with wonder. . . . .
And began to laugh himself.
He was suddenly filled with elation, and he and Riku began to roll around over and over in the sand.
They rolled up the beach and down the beach, in and out of the water, caring about nothing but they fact that they were in each other's arms again. . . . .
Sora eventually landed on the bottom and looked up at the clear blue sky with a sigh of deep contentment, interrupted when Riku, his fits of laughter having subsided, planted kisses all over his face and neck. But when their eyes met, the older boy started to chuckle again.
By the time the sun had set, they were covered in grit, and had each memorized the majority of the curves on the other's body, having left their hands free to roam. They had calmed down, and were content with the sereneness of the atmosphere.
A magical red-orange light was cast over the beach, reflecting off the water. The gulls called softly in the distance, and the waves gently carressed the shoreline.
Sora settled into the soft sand, and Riku snuggled in next to him. Their shoes and Sora's jacket had been discarded some time ago, and their shirts and other clothing hung quite loose, but it only served to further their intoxication with each other.
Clinging together, every piece of available flesh touching, both gazed up in peace.
After everything they had been through, all the pain, and the heartache. . . . . .
It was all in the past.
. . . . . . They were finally home. . . . . .
"Riku?" asked Sora quietly after a while.
"Hm?" Riku buried his face in the crook of Sora's neck and nuzzled it fondly.
". . . . . What happens now?"
The larger boy looked up into the unsure eyes of his love.
"Well," he said thoughtfully. "We'll have to face the others tomorrow, which means your mom'll probably make that nasty coconut soup in celebration. . . ." Sora nudged him playfully.
"You know what I mean."
Riku sighed.
"Yeah, I do. . . . but. . . ."
"But what?" Sora urged worriedly. Riku turned to him and smiled.
"Never mind, Sora." The brunet pouted.
"You never tell me anything."
"Well, ask me something else then," said Riku, avoiding the subject.
"Okay," Sora whispered. Riku immediately regretted his words. "I want to know--"
"Please don't bring that up again," the silver-haired boy said, looking away and tensing up, his eyes clouded with hurt. "I. . . . can't tell you why I turned against you. . . . it's. . . . too complicated. . . ."
Sora reached out and gently turned Riku's head back towards him.
"You know I wouldn't ever say anything about that," the once Keyblade master said, looking Riku straight in the eyes very seriously. Then his gaze softened. "I just wanted to know. . . . how long you've loved me. . . . ."
Riku's body relaxed slightly, and he considered the question for a moment.
"Well. . . . I guess I did from the beginning." Sora blinked in surprise. "But I didn't figure it out until that day, when you came to me and I. . . . I almost. . . ." Riku looked at Sora with deep remorse, eyes watering slightly. "I'm so sorry."
Sora. . . didn't know how to reply to that. He sat in silence for a long while.
I'm confused. . . . . and I don't even know what I'm confused about.
All this time, Riku loved me. . . . . and what we almost did in the secret place, we were so young for. . . . .
Shouldn't I be feeling. . . . . angry, for what he did to me?
Or irritated because of him?
Or. . . . . -something-?
. . . . . . . I'm not.
And you know what?
I think that, even if I had given myself to him then and there. . . . . .
I'd still have no regrets.
As much as I don't like to admit it. . . . . I belong to him now.
And someday soon. . . . . I'll prove it.
At the brunet's stillness, Riku tentively slid his body away from Sora's in sadness and apology, but then Sora suddenly looked up, his eyes twinkling.
"It's. . . . okay," he said slowly. Riku blinked.
"Sora. . . I would've raped you," he said in disgust at himself.
The once Keyblade master paused for a moment, then smiled.
"And I would've loved every moment of it," he whispered. "But, you know. . . ." he continued, his breath tickling Riku's ear. "I like to finish what's started." He started to kiss him gently.
Riku's eyes smiled in knowing relief at his love's eagerness and managed to softly divert Sora's kisses onto his own lips.
When they pulled away to breath Riku tilted his forehead onto Sora's and whispered, "As much as I would love nothing more than to ravish you for the next five hours," Sora looked up at him with hazy eyes, and the silver- haired boy smiled back softly. "Now is not the time."
Sora's frowned with disappointment. But, after thinking it over a bit, he decided that the other was right, and cuddled up to him with a sigh.
"Soon, my love," Riku breathed into Sora's hair. "Soon."
They sat for a few minutes in silence, staring out across the ocean.
"I can't believe I wanted to look so far," Riku whispered to himself. "When all I could ever want was right here in front of me."
Sora smiled and regarded Riku for a moment, his eyes glazed, the sun reflecting off his smooth skin, his hair shimmering.
Perfect.
"You never answered my question," Sora reminded him gently after a few seconds. "Please, you have to tell me. . . . . what happens now?"
Riku looked into the brunet's eyes for a moment, then sighed, lips twitching upward. He pulled Sora into his arms and held him against his chest lovingly.
"Now. . . . . we live happily ever after," the elder boy said.
Sora raised his eyebrows at Riku good-naturedly. "And how do you know that?"
Riku smiled softly and brushed a stray hair out of Sora's eyes. "Because, beautiful," he whispered. Sora blushed. "Some hearts last forever."
Then Riku leaned down and kissed Sora.
And Sora kissed him right back.
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~The End~
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They say that cold hearts last forever
And that soft ones never do
But now that we are back together
No one can fathom my love for you
~Riku x Sora~ ---Forever---
Warnings: Some yaoi, weirdness, angsty, a little AU
Part 4 of 4. This is the final part to this fic, and it was also the hardest for me to write. I did try to write sort of a lime. . . but. . . it didn't work out. Sorry. I know it's kinda short too, and not my best, but I felt I had to complete it somehow. Forgive me. . . .?
Thank you -so- much to all my reviewers: Ryasha, Lonely Cowboy, duenna, Ocean-eyed Songstress, Rinoki Rio, Zee14, Smiley-chan, Sora Otaku, and LeafKiD. You guys have kept me going throughout this whole fic, and I owe you so much. Maybe I'll have to write more KingdomHearts sometime soon. . . . . . .
Please read and review.
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Sora was swirling around in a whirl of timeless shadows. He could've been there for days, weeks, months, but it was impossible to keep track. . . .
. . . . .Not that it mattered any longer. . . . . . . .
In his current state, Sora felt blissfully unaware of everything but a flying sensation and peace of mind. . . . .
He knew in his heart. . . . his time was up.
I. . . . I did it.
It's finally all over. . . .
Now. . . . I can rest. . . .
Sora relievedly let his tear crusted eyelids drop. He had never looked forward so much to death before, but right now. . . .
He was whole again.
He had no more tasks to accomplish.
It was all. . . . over. . . .
Sora only felt one pang of regret as he readied himself for eternal sleep.
I just wish. . . . I could've seen him. . . . one last time. . . .
He slowly felt the warmth begin to seep out of him, starting with his feet. . . . .
"No. . . . Sora. . . ." He thought he heard an echo, somewhere far away, but decided he must be imagining things. . . . .
His blood had quickly begun to chill as the darkness ate away at it, and his legs went numb. . . .
"We've still got a score to settle. . . . you're not getting away from me that easily. . . ." The sound came again, seeming to be coming from another world, outside Sora's own. . . . .
Sora smiled lazily, as he lost the feeling in his hands and arms, and his thoughts flowed together into a dull absentmindedness. . . .
"Yes. . . ." he breathed vaguely through quickly drying lips. "Always and forever. . . ."
His breath rate and heartbeat began to slow. . . .
"No. . . . please. . . ."
Sora, barely concious now, managed to recognize the voice as Riku's. . . .
" 'S okay, love," Sora slurred, his eyes unfocused. "Be happy, and remember me. . . ."
He felt his head go cold, the only warmth now coming from his quickly freezing heart. . . . .
"Byyyyye Rikuuuuuu. . . ." he called as he shed his very last tears, the echo of his sing-song voice lingering in the air, eyes closing, heart slowing. . . .
Ba-dump. . . ba-dump. . . . . ba-dump. . . . . . . . ba-dump. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ba-dump. . . . . .
Sora prepared to take his final breath, the whirls of black cooling his eyes, his soul. . . .
. . . . . He inhaled. . . . . . . . . . . . . . then ex--
"OH NO YOU DON'T! DAMNIT SORA, I LOVE YOU!"
With a blinding flash of white light the brunet was wrenched back to life. A bloodcurdling screech, steadily getting louder, pierced his eardrums.
Sora jolted upward abruptly, his entire body on fire.
"RIKU!" he screamed in pain and confusion, before he was immediately knocked out with a burst of pain that pulsated through his head, and an angry flash of aquamarine. . . . . . .
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The once Keyblade master moaned and cracked an eye open, only to immediately shut it again when he was blinded by golden sunlight.
After a few more tries, he managed to regain his vision enough to hazily register his surroundings.
A hot sun. . . . water. . . . and. . . . sand?
This is. . . . familiar. . . . . . I know this place. . . . .
. . . . . . Destiny Islands. . .?
. . . Could this really be. . . . . my home?
As he sat up and clutched his head he was hit with a wave of nausea, his world spinning for a few seconds.
"S. . . Sora?"
After finally regaining his senses, which were still dim, Sora looked around to see who had called his name, wincing as he did so.
His entire body was cut, bruised, and aching.
He shivered, skin suddenly very clammy.
"Riku. . . .?" he asked weakly, his eyes landing on a blurry form flimsily propping itself up next to him.
"Sora. . . . oh Sora. . . ." He felt his body being covered with warmth as he was enveloped in a weak hug.
Sora cringed at first, but then noticed that the pain seemed to fade when he clutched the lithe body on top of him. He looked up blearily, smiling as his eyes met those of his soul mate's, who beamed back at him.
"Sora. . . ." whispered Riku. Sora's eyes lit up shyly as his strength started to recover.
"You. . . . you saved me. . . ."
"I'll never let you out of my sight again," Riku growled softly.
Sora smiled.
They crushed their lips together.
It was one of those moments that you couldn't dupicate for the world. Everything else halted, just to revolve around two boys on a beach in a tiny speck of the universe.
Sora felt his heart warm his whole body from the inside out, glowing as his wounds healed over.
He had been wrong before; death wasn't the answer.
Only now. . . . . -now-, he was whole.
They say true love only happens once in a million years. . . . .
As Sora looked up into shimmering, care-filled orbs, he decided something.
And you know what?
Screw them.
I guess next year will be one million and one.
Riku climbed flush on top of Sora, completely banishing all other thoughts from the younger boy's mind. He thrust his tongue into his love's mouth desperately, afraid that if he ever let go, Ansem would wake him up from this perfect dream.
The brunet let Riku take control completely, not wanting to make him feel dominated or uncomfortable.
Sora knew perfection was a lie, but he wanted to believe in it so much. . . . . .
They pulled away, and gazed at each other in silence for a few minutes.
Then, suddenly, Riku began to laugh.
He laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, tears streaming down his cheeks, and clasped Sora to him.
The brunet looked up into the silver-haired boys water-filled eyes in astonishment.
He. . . . he's actually. . . . laughing? Out of. . . . . happiness?
Sora listened to the beautiful, carefree sound with wonder. . . . .
And began to laugh himself.
He was suddenly filled with elation, and he and Riku began to roll around over and over in the sand.
They rolled up the beach and down the beach, in and out of the water, caring about nothing but they fact that they were in each other's arms again. . . . .
Sora eventually landed on the bottom and looked up at the clear blue sky with a sigh of deep contentment, interrupted when Riku, his fits of laughter having subsided, planted kisses all over his face and neck. But when their eyes met, the older boy started to chuckle again.
By the time the sun had set, they were covered in grit, and had each memorized the majority of the curves on the other's body, having left their hands free to roam. They had calmed down, and were content with the sereneness of the atmosphere.
A magical red-orange light was cast over the beach, reflecting off the water. The gulls called softly in the distance, and the waves gently carressed the shoreline.
Sora settled into the soft sand, and Riku snuggled in next to him. Their shoes and Sora's jacket had been discarded some time ago, and their shirts and other clothing hung quite loose, but it only served to further their intoxication with each other.
Clinging together, every piece of available flesh touching, both gazed up in peace.
After everything they had been through, all the pain, and the heartache. . . . . .
It was all in the past.
. . . . . . They were finally home. . . . . .
"Riku?" asked Sora quietly after a while.
"Hm?" Riku buried his face in the crook of Sora's neck and nuzzled it fondly.
". . . . . What happens now?"
The larger boy looked up into the unsure eyes of his love.
"Well," he said thoughtfully. "We'll have to face the others tomorrow, which means your mom'll probably make that nasty coconut soup in celebration. . . ." Sora nudged him playfully.
"You know what I mean."
Riku sighed.
"Yeah, I do. . . . but. . . ."
"But what?" Sora urged worriedly. Riku turned to him and smiled.
"Never mind, Sora." The brunet pouted.
"You never tell me anything."
"Well, ask me something else then," said Riku, avoiding the subject.
"Okay," Sora whispered. Riku immediately regretted his words. "I want to know--"
"Please don't bring that up again," the silver-haired boy said, looking away and tensing up, his eyes clouded with hurt. "I. . . . can't tell you why I turned against you. . . . it's. . . . too complicated. . . ."
Sora reached out and gently turned Riku's head back towards him.
"You know I wouldn't ever say anything about that," the once Keyblade master said, looking Riku straight in the eyes very seriously. Then his gaze softened. "I just wanted to know. . . . how long you've loved me. . . . ."
Riku's body relaxed slightly, and he considered the question for a moment.
"Well. . . . I guess I did from the beginning." Sora blinked in surprise. "But I didn't figure it out until that day, when you came to me and I. . . . I almost. . . ." Riku looked at Sora with deep remorse, eyes watering slightly. "I'm so sorry."
Sora. . . didn't know how to reply to that. He sat in silence for a long while.
I'm confused. . . . . and I don't even know what I'm confused about.
All this time, Riku loved me. . . . . and what we almost did in the secret place, we were so young for. . . . .
Shouldn't I be feeling. . . . . angry, for what he did to me?
Or irritated because of him?
Or. . . . . -something-?
. . . . . . . I'm not.
And you know what?
I think that, even if I had given myself to him then and there. . . . . .
I'd still have no regrets.
As much as I don't like to admit it. . . . . I belong to him now.
And someday soon. . . . . I'll prove it.
At the brunet's stillness, Riku tentively slid his body away from Sora's in sadness and apology, but then Sora suddenly looked up, his eyes twinkling.
"It's. . . . okay," he said slowly. Riku blinked.
"Sora. . . I would've raped you," he said in disgust at himself.
The once Keyblade master paused for a moment, then smiled.
"And I would've loved every moment of it," he whispered. "But, you know. . . ." he continued, his breath tickling Riku's ear. "I like to finish what's started." He started to kiss him gently.
Riku's eyes smiled in knowing relief at his love's eagerness and managed to softly divert Sora's kisses onto his own lips.
When they pulled away to breath Riku tilted his forehead onto Sora's and whispered, "As much as I would love nothing more than to ravish you for the next five hours," Sora looked up at him with hazy eyes, and the silver- haired boy smiled back softly. "Now is not the time."
Sora's frowned with disappointment. But, after thinking it over a bit, he decided that the other was right, and cuddled up to him with a sigh.
"Soon, my love," Riku breathed into Sora's hair. "Soon."
They sat for a few minutes in silence, staring out across the ocean.
"I can't believe I wanted to look so far," Riku whispered to himself. "When all I could ever want was right here in front of me."
Sora smiled and regarded Riku for a moment, his eyes glazed, the sun reflecting off his smooth skin, his hair shimmering.
Perfect.
"You never answered my question," Sora reminded him gently after a few seconds. "Please, you have to tell me. . . . . what happens now?"
Riku looked into the brunet's eyes for a moment, then sighed, lips twitching upward. He pulled Sora into his arms and held him against his chest lovingly.
"Now. . . . . we live happily ever after," the elder boy said.
Sora raised his eyebrows at Riku good-naturedly. "And how do you know that?"
Riku smiled softly and brushed a stray hair out of Sora's eyes. "Because, beautiful," he whispered. Sora blushed. "Some hearts last forever."
Then Riku leaned down and kissed Sora.
And Sora kissed him right back.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~The End~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They say that cold hearts last forever
And that soft ones never do
But now that we are back together
No one can fathom my love for you
~Riku x Sora~ ---Forever---