Learn to Fly

Woah, talk about trip from the norm. Definitely not my thing… but still I though it was cute. In a way… yeah.

Hmm, oh right. Disclaimer… hehe almost forgot. I don't own Kingdom Hearts or it's characters. Wish I did though, it would be so cool to own some bishies. *sighs* Riku is soooo hot.

Anyway, moving along… this has shonen-ai. Meaning malexmale stuff, so if you don't like it then don't read it.

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Chapter One: Take a step…

A light breeze floated across the grass-covered mesa, giving the not-so-surprisingly warm evening a gentle chill. It was, Sora mused, a nice evening… in the sense of weather and humidity. His feelings didn't quite match the wonderful day it was supposed to have been.

Sora had planned it all out, from the spot on the beach to the paopu fruit; it would have been the perfect day. Unfortunately nothing was ever perfect, and nothing ever went as planned. In fact when had anything actually gone right in Sora's life? Was never a good enough answer?

Sora thought it was… I mean, he actually bothered to make an effort this time and it was wasted. Wasted because… well just because. Because? Because Riku never showed up. Oh at first Sora had thought it had been innocent enough. I mean everyone forgets stuff now and again, right? And even Riku had the right to be late… yeah late. Two hours, a half eaten sandwich, and a sandy paopu later… and Riku still hadn't shown.

It had left Sora sick with apprehension… wondering if something had happened. Sora knew Riku, and him forgetting completely was not something the silver- haired boy would do. So Sora, after a few seconds deliberation, decided to go and look for him.

Suffice to say it didn't take Sora long… but when he did, he didn't like what he saw. Riku laughing… with Tidus. Riku smiling… with Tidus. Riku having fun… with Tidus. Sora should have known, known he'd find something like this. They said that the course of true love never ran smooth… well they could shove it up their asses for all the rightness of it. Unfortunatly this little bit of rough was more than just that bump in the road.

He remembered a bit of advice, whether from his Mum or Selphie he didn't know, what he did know however is that he had thought it good advice… at the time.

I want the person I love to be happy, more than I want their love returned. Of course I would be delighted to have it returned. But…if the person I love is happy, that's all I need to be happy.

I'm sure the person you love is very happy…

The fact was that Sora wasn't happy. In fact he was livid that Riku was acting like that around someone else… someone that wasn't him. He was being happy… with Tidus. Tidus! Sora couldn't help but let a few tears fall, and hit the grass beside him.

"How could he? I.... I love him more than anything in the world! I wouldn't let anyone else have him!" Sora sobbed. "But the worst part is that I really like Tidus, too! I like him, too! He's so nice! If Riku loves him there's nothing I can do, but.... But I can't stop crying! It's not helping... and I could never hate him, no matter what happens.... Or Tidus!" He whimpered, stood and looked over the edge of the cliff, and down to the water below.

There was, he noted, no quick way to land from the drop… and if he fell he would either die on impact… or drown. Much like the paopu he'd left on the beach… the tide would have surely covered it by now. Still that didn't stop him from leaning dangerously over the edge. It was like it called to him to lean, the danger appealed to him.

He moved away from the edge, leaning like that… feeling the wind on his face, and looking at the sheer height of it. It made him remember… remember when he was younger… more naïve to the ways of the world than he was now. 

Almost everyday Sora had dreamed of flying, he used to dream of it a lot. He guessed most kids did, it seemed like the natural thing. He'd watch the gulls sometimes, swooping and gliding in the cloudless sky, flapping their wings. He remembered the makeshift pair he'd made when he was six, he thought it would have worked… he even tested them… by jumping off the bridge. Needless to say… it didn't work.

But Sora wasn't six anymore… he'd grown up. He was older, and all kinds of hardship had been thrown on his shoulders, and he didn't dream of flying anymore. At least he hadn't dreamt it, not in a long time… ten years to be precise. He was sixteen now, and the last time he had dreamt of flying was the day his wings had failed.

Now… now though, perched on the edge of this cliff, the breeze drifting past, the sound of the waves below… now he dreamed again. He wanted to fly. Soar through the sky, and glide to the ground. And he would.

Sora would fly…it wasn't like he had anything to lose. It would be just like that day on the bridge, except he was older… and didn't have those silly cardboard wings strapped to his back.

All he had to do was take a step…

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Oh cliffhanger-y angst… fantastic ne? *dodges rotten tomatoes* Ok, ok! Jeeze, no need to worry, I have the other two chapters ready to post. So if people like it, it's all ready. So review ^^