Silently Deciding
I'm terribly sorry for the entire wait but weeks turned into months and suddenly it was Febuary with my readers without new chapters. Don't worry, you have a big one here. This is just the first part of it. There should be around three parts for this chapter so you'll be reading a lot. I plan to work on this during my spare time. Thanx for the reviews, even though I partly feel that I don't deserve them.
::thoughts:: -'inner voice'-
Chapter Seven: Awaken the Conflicts
Part 1: Underneath the Mask
The indifferent cool façade didn't stand a slight chance against the earth-quaking emotions emitted from his beloved angel that was shivering with rage beneath his own body causing his mask to crack and quiver for a moment, sliding past his careful and calculated motives, going unnoticed by either of the boys before reverting back to its normal mask and station. How he wound up in this position with Sora was not a mystery, but more of a mistake and accident than anything. That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the feeling of his body lying against the other warm form that he wanted desperately to be his without a question of a doubt.
But now, as he was sprawled deliciously on top of the cinnamon-haired teen, gazing into the hypnotizing azure eyes with his angel glaring angrily back at him with the intensity of a hurricane, the older youth had to analyze the situation and figure out how everything had suddenly gone from bad to worse...
"Damn it!"
Sora quickly exited his tiny boat not as carefully as he planned because he landed ungracefully on his behind after getting his injured leg tangled with the rope as he tried to tie to the boat to the dock. Unfortunately, it didn't work out as well as he hoped and he was now hissing in pain and cursing loudly at the situation he had found himself in. The stupid wound had reopened causing blood to leak out of the gauze (bandage wrap) that Riku had so kindly done for him up inside the confinement of the handmade tree house.
The boy got up as quickly as he could, trying to ignore the stabbing and aching pain in his leg, anxious to get to Selphie's house where Kairi was lying unconscious. He wanted to be there when she woke up and he wanted to make sure she was okay from the man-handling that Riku had given her.
Feeling a boost of energy from the anger he had quickly concocted up from the thought of Riku's abuse on his dear friend, Sora's legs moved into a fast walk and then gradually into a long stride, even if the pain from his new accessory on his leg was driving him slowly into more madness and aching. Riku could take the time to heal him but he could also waste his precious life hurting good people he gratefully had in his life like Kairi.
The chaotic rhythm of his feet smacking across the warm ground as he ran, stole the energy from his body but he wasn't going to give up when he was so close to seeing Kairi again for the first time in hours. It was already noon and the sun was raining heavy rays of heat onto his lean frame, claiming his body with exhaustion. No matter what though, even if he felt the fatigue from the sun or from his wound, the thought of his best friend inflicting pain on Kairi was enough to drive him harder and faster down the trail to Selphie's house.
Catching sight of the familiar two-story maple-colored house known as Selphie's home, Sora sped up with the last of the little strength he had, eager to meet up with his friend once again. ::I'm going to get there and see Kairi. I hope she's okay. She better be after what Riku did to her or I'll make him sorry for what he's done to her. She didn't deserve that. What gave him the right to treat her so unfairly?! I'll hurt him for hurting her and then he really will be sorry::
Sora burst into the house, not worrying about the consequences of his actions (he knew that Selphie's parents were not home at this hour) about breaking and entering, and stormed upstairs to the bouncy girl's room where Kairi was resting. He heard something clatter to the floor inside and at the moment, he had to hesitate his further actions. Sora felt all his anger slowly dissolve away, leaving him feeling tired and empty. But that was quickly resolved when he placed his hand on top of the doorknob, twisted it and pushed the door open, seeing the scene before him. Riku was standing above Kairi's body, glaring down at her in hatred, holding a sharpened knife that was ready to plunge down and rid her body of life!
"Sora, it's not what it looks like!" he cried hastily.
The said boy then let out a noise of doubt. "Sure! My eyes are mistaking me. I'm hallucinating. You're not holding a knife right now, about to kill Kairi!" he replied sarcastically, disbelief and anger etched in his voice.
"I know this looks pretty bad right now but you have to believe me!" Riku shouted desperately.
20 Minutes or So Ago...
::I guess I just have to face it, even if I don't want to believe this is the way it's supposed to be. I just don't understand him right now. One moment he'll kiss me and the next, he'll shove me away, denying having feelings for me. But is that true? Is it true that he doesn't love me? Even if it is, I wouldn't hate him. I can't hate him, ever::
Riku was running down the worn path on the main island with his platinum locks plastered to the sides of his face that were sticky with his sweat. The wind made his face feel cool but he could feel the heat of his skin from his exercise. His shoulders ached from all the muscle strain in his arms and his legs felt heavy but he didn't want to stop. If he stopped, it would prove he was weak and he had to stay strong. Sora wouldn't want him to be weak. Then again, he thought Sora had felt the same for him and he was wrong so why wouldn't he be wrong this time. Even if it was true, Riku wouldn't hate him for it.
He stopped as he came to a cross section. He could either go right or left. Left lead down to Tidus' house, whom he had seen meet Sora and Wakka at the play island so that way was no use. Looking over to the right, Riku felt a slight pull, urging him to go forth in that direction. He wasn't too eager to comply but he had to other choice except to turn around and go back or head forward.
With his destination chosen, Riku took a few steps to the right and he was on his way.
He decided to walk the rest of the way to examine his jumbled up thoughts. The questions in his mind were racing and went unanswered. If he wanted a reply to the interrogating questions in his head, he would have to find other ways than contemplating his and Sora's recent actions. He wanted to know why Sora would push him away. Was he scared? But if he was, the younger youth wouldn't admit it unless he had to. Even if he ever did, Riku doubted that Sora would ever tell him first. He'd tell Kairi before him. Would he always place in second?
-'You could always get rid of her. Save yourself from this misery and kill the stupid girl. With her out of the way, you can move on and be with Sora'-
::No, Sora would be horrified if I did that and he would be depressed. I can't take her away from him. I can't be selfish and have him only for myself. If I can't be with him, then he's better off with Kairi. Maybe he knew that already. Maybe that's why he pushed me away; to be with her::
Riku stopped in front of the light-brown house and momentarily eyed it, suspiciously. ::Why would someone or something want to lead me here?:: But beyond his better judgment and previous thought, he turned the doorknob and pushed the door opened easily, peeking his head inside to have a look before entering the home fully. After his short inspection of his friend's house, Riku stepped into the silent house, closing the door behind him with a soft creak.
"Hello?" he called out, cupping his hands around his mouth to magnitude his voice louder than usual. "Is anyone home?" Silence was his only answer. He lowered his hands and took a look around. To his left was the living room, to his right was a hallway, and in front of him was a long staircase up to the bedrooms. Riku knew his way around so he climbed slowly up the staircase, keeping his left hand linked with the banister.
The said youth reached a door with little turtles and duckies on it. ::So she's turned to the duck side now?:: He had no idea what he was doing here but still he allowed the pull to guide him into the room. He closed the door behind him softly and the force controlling him was gone. He was left standing there, in front of Kairi's unconscious form.
Riku walked over to the front of the bed where Kairi's head lay. Her violet eyes were closed and her face was pale but gradually regaining its color. On her cheek was the bruising mark Riku had bestowed upon her. He felt himself fill up with guilt. He did this to her. It was his fault. The sight before him made him feel even less worthy of Sora's love. If he was capable to do this to her, he could definitely turn on Sora, injuring him too. How couldn't put his angel in that danger? It wouldn't matter anyway because in a matter of days, his threat to life would be gone and so would his life.
He looked down at the small dresser next to the bed. On top of it was a plate carrying a bagel, cream cheese, and a knife that Selphie had lain out for Kairi if she got hungry when she woke up. He surveyed the sharpened knife somewhat anxiously, wondering if he could just end his life right now, wondering if anyone would miss him. Riku looked back a Kairi's lifeless body and guilt overtook him once more.
::After what I did to Kairi, I don't deserve to live. Sora knew that and he pushed me away because I was filthy, dirty, to him. I'm a traitor. I hurt Kairi purposely. He's probably disgusted by the sight of me and maybe even the thought of me. He probably thought that pushing me away physically would block me out, help him forget about me. If I killed myself, I'd save him the trouble of pushing me away. He could forget. I could be able to give him something. He could be happy again and he can... be with Kairi::
The aquamarine-eyed boy reached for the plate but not as gracefully as he hoped because it all tumbled to a mess on the floor. The bagel rolled underneath the bed, the plate landed with a clatter, and the knife's tip almost landed on his foot but he luckily moved it just in time. He didn't know why he bothered to do that if he was just going to kill himself. Riku bent down and picked up the knife carefully, twirling it slowly in his hands, letting the light catch off the blade. It was beautiful. He looked back down at the sleeping girl with hatred; the emotion was aimed for himself. He hated what he had become. ::This is it. I'm ended it::
Before Riku could do anything, the cinnamon-haired boy burst into the room, staring at the other in shock and fury. ::What's Sora doing here?!:: Riku looked down at the girl in the bed, at the knife in his hand, and then at his love. ::Oh no! He's going to get the wrong idea!::
"Sora, it's not what it looks like!" he tried to explain. ::Please listen to me. Please trust me::
"Sure! My eyes are mistaking me. I'm hallucinating. You're not holding a knife right now, about to kill Kairi!" the angel replied. His azure eyes were flaming with rage, disgust, and resentment.
"I know this looks pretty bad right now but you have to believe me!" Riku shouted desperately. He turned to lower the knife onto the small table but Sora thought he was going to do something different because he shouted out, stunning Riku's actions.
"Don't you dare move, you bastard!" Riku turned back to face Sora with a look of surprise on his features. "First you hurt Kairi," at this, Riku lowered his head. "And now you're trying to kill her. How--?!" Riku's head snapped up, meeting Sora's eyes. The other boy took a step back and gasped, shocked at the hurt expression in the older youth's usually calm eyes.
"I wasn't trying to kill her Sora! I wouldn't take her away from you!!" He yelled at Sora. Riku took a step forward and the Keyblade master stepped back, trying to get back from his 'best' friend he had accused of murder. "How could you think that I would do something like that?!"
The cinnamon-haired boy seemed to regain his nerve because he shouted back at his rival. "What am I suppose to think? YOU were standing over her with a KNIFE! Doesn't that seem a bit odd to you?! Walking in on someone who you thought was your friend about to kill one of your other friends!!"
Riku just bowed his head down and turned away from Sora, to face Kairi. This left the azure-eyed a little dumbstruck. "I don't expect you to understand Sora."
"Bullshit Riku! Don't give me that! And don't you DARE turn away from me!! Face me!" Sora reached out and grabbed hold of the other boy's shoulder, forcefully turning him around to glare into his eyes, trying to decipher a glimpse of his emotions, but Riku just kept his head down and out of view. "You won't push me away so easily Riku!"
The said youth turned his face up to meet Sora's, leaving their face only inches apart. Their eyes were both flickering dangerously. "ME PUSH YOU AWAY?! I distinctly remember you turning your back on ME! Why the hell shouldn't I do the same to you?! What makes you think YOU don't deserve it?!" The cinnamon-haired boy let go of his shoulders and tried to back away but Riku grabbed hold of his upper arms, keeping him in place. "Don't you DARE think you can get away after what you said?! If I CAN'T, then YOU surely can't either!! You will FACE ME!"
Sora was frightened out of his wits. Riku was terrifying him and his emotions were displayed out so clearly and vivid. He never thought he would see his friend is such a position. What was worse was... he made him this way. He was feeling guilty for teasing and treating Riku so unfairly like that. First, he gives him what he wants, but then the next day, he snatches it away like his feelings meant nothing. He didn't understand how Riku felt. Riku had a right to be mad at him. But wait—THAT DIDN'T GIVE HIM THE RIGHT TO TRY AND KILL KAIRI!
Riku saw many emotions fall over Sora's face like he was made of clay, changing at every mold of a person's hands. He looked scared of HIM! Did he really look like a monster? Did he have a crazed look on his face? Did it look like he was going to hurt or kill Sora? Then Sora looked blameworthy, like he was responsible for everything. ::Why would he think that? I'm the one to blame. If I hadn't pushed myself onto him, he would have never felt pressured to respond back. I'm a bastard for doing that to him:: Next, Sora looked like HE wanted to murder someone and that someone was Riku!
"You better be damned that I'm going to face you! You deserve to rot in hell for trying to harm Kairi, which I'll point out that you already have. You better have a good reason for doing so because I don't see any reason for you to hurt her!! DAMN YOU!"
The platinum-haired boy leaned forward, pressing him face very close to Sora's, not leaving lots of room to breath. "I did it because she deserved it. She touched my angel!!"
Sora blinked at Riku's statement. He wasn't expecting that to come flying out of Riku's mouth and his eyes were so sincere that it made his anger just disappear like it was never there to beginning with, but it was there. The bruises on his arms from Riku's strong grip were enough proof of their impulsive actions in their fury.
Tears started to build up and glisten in the azure eyes of Riku's love. He didn't know if they were tears of pain or anguish but when Sora dropped his head down not to gaze at him anymore, he felt his heart clench painfully. His angel was miserable. He had done this. Why was he like this? Why couldn't he make his angel happy?
Riku loosened his grip on Sora's upper arms and enveloped his love in a warm embrace. He tucked his head into the other boy's spiky and gravity-defying hair, trying to offer him comfort and support. He inhaled his familiar and favorite scent of oranges and the ocean. He didn't notice Sora stiffer in his arms or the weak protesting sound that came from back of Sora's throat. He didn't notice tears on his clothes until it was too late.
The other boy put his hands in between their bodies onto Riku's chest and pushed hard, trying to get away from him and it worked successfully. Riku looked down at Sora and in his azure eyes he saw pain and injuries of the soul. He saw his unmasked anger and his unbeatable determination. But it was only for a quick second because Sora outstretched his arm and smacked Riku right across the face, leaving his own bruising mark.
"Don't you DARE touch me you... you... you murderer! You traitor!"
{----{End of Part 1}----} TBC
That was part one of three. Next one is coming soon! Please review!
I'm terribly sorry for the entire wait but weeks turned into months and suddenly it was Febuary with my readers without new chapters. Don't worry, you have a big one here. This is just the first part of it. There should be around three parts for this chapter so you'll be reading a lot. I plan to work on this during my spare time. Thanx for the reviews, even though I partly feel that I don't deserve them.
::thoughts:: -'inner voice'-
Chapter Seven: Awaken the Conflicts
Part 1: Underneath the Mask
The indifferent cool façade didn't stand a slight chance against the earth-quaking emotions emitted from his beloved angel that was shivering with rage beneath his own body causing his mask to crack and quiver for a moment, sliding past his careful and calculated motives, going unnoticed by either of the boys before reverting back to its normal mask and station. How he wound up in this position with Sora was not a mystery, but more of a mistake and accident than anything. That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the feeling of his body lying against the other warm form that he wanted desperately to be his without a question of a doubt.
But now, as he was sprawled deliciously on top of the cinnamon-haired teen, gazing into the hypnotizing azure eyes with his angel glaring angrily back at him with the intensity of a hurricane, the older youth had to analyze the situation and figure out how everything had suddenly gone from bad to worse...
"Damn it!"
Sora quickly exited his tiny boat not as carefully as he planned because he landed ungracefully on his behind after getting his injured leg tangled with the rope as he tried to tie to the boat to the dock. Unfortunately, it didn't work out as well as he hoped and he was now hissing in pain and cursing loudly at the situation he had found himself in. The stupid wound had reopened causing blood to leak out of the gauze (bandage wrap) that Riku had so kindly done for him up inside the confinement of the handmade tree house.
The boy got up as quickly as he could, trying to ignore the stabbing and aching pain in his leg, anxious to get to Selphie's house where Kairi was lying unconscious. He wanted to be there when she woke up and he wanted to make sure she was okay from the man-handling that Riku had given her.
Feeling a boost of energy from the anger he had quickly concocted up from the thought of Riku's abuse on his dear friend, Sora's legs moved into a fast walk and then gradually into a long stride, even if the pain from his new accessory on his leg was driving him slowly into more madness and aching. Riku could take the time to heal him but he could also waste his precious life hurting good people he gratefully had in his life like Kairi.
The chaotic rhythm of his feet smacking across the warm ground as he ran, stole the energy from his body but he wasn't going to give up when he was so close to seeing Kairi again for the first time in hours. It was already noon and the sun was raining heavy rays of heat onto his lean frame, claiming his body with exhaustion. No matter what though, even if he felt the fatigue from the sun or from his wound, the thought of his best friend inflicting pain on Kairi was enough to drive him harder and faster down the trail to Selphie's house.
Catching sight of the familiar two-story maple-colored house known as Selphie's home, Sora sped up with the last of the little strength he had, eager to meet up with his friend once again. ::I'm going to get there and see Kairi. I hope she's okay. She better be after what Riku did to her or I'll make him sorry for what he's done to her. She didn't deserve that. What gave him the right to treat her so unfairly?! I'll hurt him for hurting her and then he really will be sorry::
Sora burst into the house, not worrying about the consequences of his actions (he knew that Selphie's parents were not home at this hour) about breaking and entering, and stormed upstairs to the bouncy girl's room where Kairi was resting. He heard something clatter to the floor inside and at the moment, he had to hesitate his further actions. Sora felt all his anger slowly dissolve away, leaving him feeling tired and empty. But that was quickly resolved when he placed his hand on top of the doorknob, twisted it and pushed the door open, seeing the scene before him. Riku was standing above Kairi's body, glaring down at her in hatred, holding a sharpened knife that was ready to plunge down and rid her body of life!
"Sora, it's not what it looks like!" he cried hastily.
The said boy then let out a noise of doubt. "Sure! My eyes are mistaking me. I'm hallucinating. You're not holding a knife right now, about to kill Kairi!" he replied sarcastically, disbelief and anger etched in his voice.
"I know this looks pretty bad right now but you have to believe me!" Riku shouted desperately.
20 Minutes or So Ago...
::I guess I just have to face it, even if I don't want to believe this is the way it's supposed to be. I just don't understand him right now. One moment he'll kiss me and the next, he'll shove me away, denying having feelings for me. But is that true? Is it true that he doesn't love me? Even if it is, I wouldn't hate him. I can't hate him, ever::
Riku was running down the worn path on the main island with his platinum locks plastered to the sides of his face that were sticky with his sweat. The wind made his face feel cool but he could feel the heat of his skin from his exercise. His shoulders ached from all the muscle strain in his arms and his legs felt heavy but he didn't want to stop. If he stopped, it would prove he was weak and he had to stay strong. Sora wouldn't want him to be weak. Then again, he thought Sora had felt the same for him and he was wrong so why wouldn't he be wrong this time. Even if it was true, Riku wouldn't hate him for it.
He stopped as he came to a cross section. He could either go right or left. Left lead down to Tidus' house, whom he had seen meet Sora and Wakka at the play island so that way was no use. Looking over to the right, Riku felt a slight pull, urging him to go forth in that direction. He wasn't too eager to comply but he had to other choice except to turn around and go back or head forward.
With his destination chosen, Riku took a few steps to the right and he was on his way.
He decided to walk the rest of the way to examine his jumbled up thoughts. The questions in his mind were racing and went unanswered. If he wanted a reply to the interrogating questions in his head, he would have to find other ways than contemplating his and Sora's recent actions. He wanted to know why Sora would push him away. Was he scared? But if he was, the younger youth wouldn't admit it unless he had to. Even if he ever did, Riku doubted that Sora would ever tell him first. He'd tell Kairi before him. Would he always place in second?
-'You could always get rid of her. Save yourself from this misery and kill the stupid girl. With her out of the way, you can move on and be with Sora'-
::No, Sora would be horrified if I did that and he would be depressed. I can't take her away from him. I can't be selfish and have him only for myself. If I can't be with him, then he's better off with Kairi. Maybe he knew that already. Maybe that's why he pushed me away; to be with her::
Riku stopped in front of the light-brown house and momentarily eyed it, suspiciously. ::Why would someone or something want to lead me here?:: But beyond his better judgment and previous thought, he turned the doorknob and pushed the door opened easily, peeking his head inside to have a look before entering the home fully. After his short inspection of his friend's house, Riku stepped into the silent house, closing the door behind him with a soft creak.
"Hello?" he called out, cupping his hands around his mouth to magnitude his voice louder than usual. "Is anyone home?" Silence was his only answer. He lowered his hands and took a look around. To his left was the living room, to his right was a hallway, and in front of him was a long staircase up to the bedrooms. Riku knew his way around so he climbed slowly up the staircase, keeping his left hand linked with the banister.
The said youth reached a door with little turtles and duckies on it. ::So she's turned to the duck side now?:: He had no idea what he was doing here but still he allowed the pull to guide him into the room. He closed the door behind him softly and the force controlling him was gone. He was left standing there, in front of Kairi's unconscious form.
Riku walked over to the front of the bed where Kairi's head lay. Her violet eyes were closed and her face was pale but gradually regaining its color. On her cheek was the bruising mark Riku had bestowed upon her. He felt himself fill up with guilt. He did this to her. It was his fault. The sight before him made him feel even less worthy of Sora's love. If he was capable to do this to her, he could definitely turn on Sora, injuring him too. How couldn't put his angel in that danger? It wouldn't matter anyway because in a matter of days, his threat to life would be gone and so would his life.
He looked down at the small dresser next to the bed. On top of it was a plate carrying a bagel, cream cheese, and a knife that Selphie had lain out for Kairi if she got hungry when she woke up. He surveyed the sharpened knife somewhat anxiously, wondering if he could just end his life right now, wondering if anyone would miss him. Riku looked back a Kairi's lifeless body and guilt overtook him once more.
::After what I did to Kairi, I don't deserve to live. Sora knew that and he pushed me away because I was filthy, dirty, to him. I'm a traitor. I hurt Kairi purposely. He's probably disgusted by the sight of me and maybe even the thought of me. He probably thought that pushing me away physically would block me out, help him forget about me. If I killed myself, I'd save him the trouble of pushing me away. He could forget. I could be able to give him something. He could be happy again and he can... be with Kairi::
The aquamarine-eyed boy reached for the plate but not as gracefully as he hoped because it all tumbled to a mess on the floor. The bagel rolled underneath the bed, the plate landed with a clatter, and the knife's tip almost landed on his foot but he luckily moved it just in time. He didn't know why he bothered to do that if he was just going to kill himself. Riku bent down and picked up the knife carefully, twirling it slowly in his hands, letting the light catch off the blade. It was beautiful. He looked back down at the sleeping girl with hatred; the emotion was aimed for himself. He hated what he had become. ::This is it. I'm ended it::
Before Riku could do anything, the cinnamon-haired boy burst into the room, staring at the other in shock and fury. ::What's Sora doing here?!:: Riku looked down at the girl in the bed, at the knife in his hand, and then at his love. ::Oh no! He's going to get the wrong idea!::
"Sora, it's not what it looks like!" he tried to explain. ::Please listen to me. Please trust me::
"Sure! My eyes are mistaking me. I'm hallucinating. You're not holding a knife right now, about to kill Kairi!" the angel replied. His azure eyes were flaming with rage, disgust, and resentment.
"I know this looks pretty bad right now but you have to believe me!" Riku shouted desperately. He turned to lower the knife onto the small table but Sora thought he was going to do something different because he shouted out, stunning Riku's actions.
"Don't you dare move, you bastard!" Riku turned back to face Sora with a look of surprise on his features. "First you hurt Kairi," at this, Riku lowered his head. "And now you're trying to kill her. How--?!" Riku's head snapped up, meeting Sora's eyes. The other boy took a step back and gasped, shocked at the hurt expression in the older youth's usually calm eyes.
"I wasn't trying to kill her Sora! I wouldn't take her away from you!!" He yelled at Sora. Riku took a step forward and the Keyblade master stepped back, trying to get back from his 'best' friend he had accused of murder. "How could you think that I would do something like that?!"
The cinnamon-haired boy seemed to regain his nerve because he shouted back at his rival. "What am I suppose to think? YOU were standing over her with a KNIFE! Doesn't that seem a bit odd to you?! Walking in on someone who you thought was your friend about to kill one of your other friends!!"
Riku just bowed his head down and turned away from Sora, to face Kairi. This left the azure-eyed a little dumbstruck. "I don't expect you to understand Sora."
"Bullshit Riku! Don't give me that! And don't you DARE turn away from me!! Face me!" Sora reached out and grabbed hold of the other boy's shoulder, forcefully turning him around to glare into his eyes, trying to decipher a glimpse of his emotions, but Riku just kept his head down and out of view. "You won't push me away so easily Riku!"
The said youth turned his face up to meet Sora's, leaving their face only inches apart. Their eyes were both flickering dangerously. "ME PUSH YOU AWAY?! I distinctly remember you turning your back on ME! Why the hell shouldn't I do the same to you?! What makes you think YOU don't deserve it?!" The cinnamon-haired boy let go of his shoulders and tried to back away but Riku grabbed hold of his upper arms, keeping him in place. "Don't you DARE think you can get away after what you said?! If I CAN'T, then YOU surely can't either!! You will FACE ME!"
Sora was frightened out of his wits. Riku was terrifying him and his emotions were displayed out so clearly and vivid. He never thought he would see his friend is such a position. What was worse was... he made him this way. He was feeling guilty for teasing and treating Riku so unfairly like that. First, he gives him what he wants, but then the next day, he snatches it away like his feelings meant nothing. He didn't understand how Riku felt. Riku had a right to be mad at him. But wait—THAT DIDN'T GIVE HIM THE RIGHT TO TRY AND KILL KAIRI!
Riku saw many emotions fall over Sora's face like he was made of clay, changing at every mold of a person's hands. He looked scared of HIM! Did he really look like a monster? Did he have a crazed look on his face? Did it look like he was going to hurt or kill Sora? Then Sora looked blameworthy, like he was responsible for everything. ::Why would he think that? I'm the one to blame. If I hadn't pushed myself onto him, he would have never felt pressured to respond back. I'm a bastard for doing that to him:: Next, Sora looked like HE wanted to murder someone and that someone was Riku!
"You better be damned that I'm going to face you! You deserve to rot in hell for trying to harm Kairi, which I'll point out that you already have. You better have a good reason for doing so because I don't see any reason for you to hurt her!! DAMN YOU!"
The platinum-haired boy leaned forward, pressing him face very close to Sora's, not leaving lots of room to breath. "I did it because she deserved it. She touched my angel!!"
Sora blinked at Riku's statement. He wasn't expecting that to come flying out of Riku's mouth and his eyes were so sincere that it made his anger just disappear like it was never there to beginning with, but it was there. The bruises on his arms from Riku's strong grip were enough proof of their impulsive actions in their fury.
Tears started to build up and glisten in the azure eyes of Riku's love. He didn't know if they were tears of pain or anguish but when Sora dropped his head down not to gaze at him anymore, he felt his heart clench painfully. His angel was miserable. He had done this. Why was he like this? Why couldn't he make his angel happy?
Riku loosened his grip on Sora's upper arms and enveloped his love in a warm embrace. He tucked his head into the other boy's spiky and gravity-defying hair, trying to offer him comfort and support. He inhaled his familiar and favorite scent of oranges and the ocean. He didn't notice Sora stiffer in his arms or the weak protesting sound that came from back of Sora's throat. He didn't notice tears on his clothes until it was too late.
The other boy put his hands in between their bodies onto Riku's chest and pushed hard, trying to get away from him and it worked successfully. Riku looked down at Sora and in his azure eyes he saw pain and injuries of the soul. He saw his unmasked anger and his unbeatable determination. But it was only for a quick second because Sora outstretched his arm and smacked Riku right across the face, leaving his own bruising mark.
"Don't you DARE touch me you... you... you murderer! You traitor!"
{----{End of Part 1}----} TBC
That was part one of three. Next one is coming soon! Please review!