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does Kingdom Hearts 2. But 3 now...evil cackle
AN: Small note to the kiddies. This will eventually be yaoi. Yes, yaoi. That's male/male sex stuff. So if you don't like it, don't read it. On with the fic!
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Previously:
Sora shook his head in response. "That's what friends are for Riku," he all but chirped, reaching out to pull him into a hug before turning to leave. "See you later! Probably at dinner, if you plan to come back over like you usually do." He could feel, rather than see the eyes staring at him as he made his way down the stairs and out onto the street again, almost skipping as he made his way home, a bright smile on his face. His mom would be relieved to know Riku was home as well.
When he reached his own house, he threw open the door, grinning to his mother. "Neeeee guess who's back! RIKU!"
Chapter 2
Riku had watched Sora run off with the faintest of smiles on his lips. Some things never seemed to change, and he was more than happy for it. Maybe, just maybe, they could have the friendship they'd once had. He would never tell him how he felt and things would be perfect. It was obvious to him, at least now, that Sora cared for Kairi more than he would ever care for him personally, and that she would be the one he gave his heart to. Each time they'd fallen into a competition over Kairi, it had only been to get Sora's attention. From the way Sora had always mentioned her when they were together, it was clear that he was more than infatuated with the girl.
When he'd offered Sora the Paopu, he'd leaned in close and gave him what he had considered to be a sultry grin (1), but then Kairi had called to him and he had run off, not wanting Sora to think he was sick or anything. Of course, Sora thought it was Kairi he was referring to, and they had left it at that. But he'd accepted it. He knew now that Sora was never going to return his feelings, and had figured it out before the entire mess with Ansem was over.
Sora had rejected him in Monstro, leading to his own fall from grace to the powers of darkness. He had made a vow that he would make Sora happy, even if that meant surrendering his humanity to save the person most precious to his friend. And so, he'd accepted the dark powers. He hadn't realized they were slowly taking him over, making him hate the sole person he loved. Out of boredom, he had created something called Anti-Sora, and had used that to pass the time, talking to it as if it was Sora, spiraling him slowly down into madness. When Sora had gotten too close to him before finding Kairi's heart, he'd stepped back through a portal to take her back to Maleficent and left the Anti-Sora to fight him. When it was defeated, he realized that not even the darkness could replace Sora. He gave up. Riku, the person that was seen as "Mr. Perfect" on Destiny Islands, gave up because he knew that it was useless to try and get Sora back. He'd let himself be taken in by the darkness, and upon meeting Sora in Hollow Bastion, showed him just how much he'd learned.
The Keyblade was his first and foremost, and was supposed to be in the first place. But Sora was stronger of heart than he was, and it showed, day after day. After Sora had beaten him in Hollow Bastion and won back the Keyblade, he'd finally let go. Ansem's offer sounded so enticing. He could lose himself in the darkness and never have to see the way Sora was begging over Kairi and forgetting him. So he accepted it. Ansem had used his body, and nearly killed Sora in the process. But, when he'd tried to kill Kairi after Sora disappeared, it was the last straw. He forced his control for a moment, telling them to get out of there before something horrible happened. He wouldn't be used to hurt the one person that his love cared for.
Of course, that was his last true act. After that, Ansem had shoved him into Kingdom Hearts and he'd lost himself for a long time. Right until Mickey had found him. While neither of them could cross over the doors to go home, they could help to close them and seal the heartless inside. So when he'd seen Sora trying to push them closed, he'd reached out from the inside, telling him simply to take care of Kairi. The door had shut, and he thought then that Sora had hated him, but he hadn't apparently.
Shaking off the memories, he walked to the front door of his house, simultaneously reaching for the brass door handle and his hood, to open and push them back respectively. Wincing a little as the light hit his slightly abused eyes, he stepped through the door, gazing around the expansive home that he'd been so used to. It seemed foreign even as it was familiar. There was a slight chink coming from a cup on a plate from the area of the kitchen and he took a deep breath, knowing that it was his mother. They didn't have servants, so it would have to be her.
He toed off his shoes that seemed to small for him at the moment and automatically slipped on the cream colored slippers that had stood unused before making his way to the open doorway of the kitchen. Swallowing briefly, he heard a page turn and looked into the kitchen without entering, seeing his mother sitting at the table, reading a novel and drinking a cup of steaming tea. He took the moment to enjoy the sight, having missed her, but not willing to admit that he had. Without a word, he walked into the kitchen, stopping behind her and clearing his throat slightly to get her attention, like had done before they'd been separated.
She went still in front of him, and though he couldn't see her face, he could imagine the shock. He watched as she slowly turned to look at him, though he wasn't prepared for the tight hug that he was enveloped in. He turned his face a little to the side, resting his cheek against her shoulder as he put his own arms around her as well, a faint smile coming to his face. A hot, wet drop on the side of his neck told his mother that she was crying, and he hugged her tighter, offering silent comfort with just his presence.
Not too long after, she drew back to look at him, hand coming up to touch his cheek as she silently gazed upon her son for the first time in years. It was worse than if Riku had gone off to college, because at least then, she would have known that he was safe. When she had all but grilled Sora for information, she had received the whole story impassively, not breaking down until after she got home. Her baby was out there, alone, and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't have a husband to lean on, hadn't for a long time either, so Riku was her rock, regardless of how much she coddled him. Her blue eyes ran over his longer hair, the slightly dirtied appearance, and all of the ravages that his time away had put him through. "You're...home..."
Riku nodded for her, offering a slight smile. He knew he seemed tired, and he wasn't going to hide it. Kingdom Hearts, while it seemed like the kingdom of light, was full of darkness. Going through it was no picnic, and both he and Mickey had vowed to never do it again. And so, they had found their route home, doing what was said to be impossible and leaving Kingdom Hearts. They'd said goodbye at the crossroads inside, each heading toward their own door and forcing it to open.
He blinked a few times when he felt his mother starting to undo the black cloak he was wearing, but said nothing, letting her continue until it was pooled at his feet, not saying a word as she looked over him. However, he was more than prepared for the bone-crushing hug she gave him next. He'd anticipated it, and now returned it, well aware that without his time in the sun, he seemed even paler than usual. That would soon change though. He didn't have any illusions about her not sticking him out back on a lounger in a pair of swim trunks, slathered in suntan lotion. She used to do the same when he was a young child.
He had a vague memory of one of the few days he'd not had it on, and it wasn't pleasant. He remembered it mostly because of the storm that followed the next night, the one that had taken his father away from him. He could hardly remember the man's face now, but he was aware that he looked like him to at least some degree, because his mother always told him he did. After all, he had to get his silver hair and aqua eyes from someone, and it wasn't her or anyone on her side of the family. She had a dull brown for both her eyes and hair, and her hair was slightly frizzy at that. He also remembered because he'd been horribly burned then. She'd forgotten his lotion that morning due to an illness, and he'd ran out to the beach without. He remembered being tired that day, or at least that was what his father had told him, because he didn't know the difference anyway.
When he'd woken in the morning, all he remembered was the sound of his mother's sobbing and his own painfully reddened skin. It had been the only time in his life he'd ever gotten a tan, and now he knew better than to go outside without some kind of lotion to protect himself from the harsh rays of the sun.
He drew back from his mother and offered her a slight smile. "I...know this might sound a bit rude...but can you make me something to eat?"
The slightly wide-eyed look followed by a vigorous nod told him that it was probably just the right thing to say to her at the moment, and he couldn't help but sigh with relief. He slid into her seat and glanced at the novel, smiling faintly at the overly muscle-bound man and the pretty woman holding onto each other in what seemed to be a tragic scene. Reaching out, he took the still warm mug in his hand to sip at the tea. Chamomile, a long time favorite of his. He set it down again to watch her, smiling faintly as she fixed his meal for him.
After just a few moments, she laid a sandwich and a salad in front of him, settling down across from him and sitting down like a girl watching her very much-adored crush to watch him eat it. And eat he did. It had been too long since he'd had anything of his mother's even remotely around him, so even such a simple thing made him happy. He glanced up with some of his salad dressing on his lips when he heard her sigh.
"You're not leaving my sight for the rest of the year."
A few blinks, and then, "You've got to be kidding. I have to...School ... and I want to see Sora again!" That wasn't what he needed to hear, but he knew the mulish look on her face all too well. It was the same one she had gotten when he'd been too sick to go to a birthday part but had insisted. He'd stayed home that day too. But this time it would be different. He gave her just the same look back, determined to win.
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But he didn't. And he was b linking as she tucked him into bed, wondering how he'd went from giving her an obstinate look, to being put into his pajamas and stuck in bed to 'rest from his ordeal.' It didn't matter... he could sleep now and get over to Sora's again later, so they could talk. They NEEDED to talk. Even so, he was tired, and he couldn't help it as he closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep though he didn't want to. The sound of the doorbell startled him into a very slight wakefulness, but it was shortlived, and he soon fell back into the sweet darkness of sleep, though this time, he wasn't as afraid.
TBC
(1) Taken from the manga, my dears, not from the game.
Well there's another. Slightly shorter than the last, but you all enjoyed it nonetheless, didn't you? Well I hope so, because I'm not writing anymore for it :P Anyway, enjoy and lookie, the review button is still hungry!
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AN: Small note to the kiddies. This will eventually be yaoi. Yes, yaoi. That's male/male sex stuff. So if you don't like it, don't read it. On with the fic!
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Previously:
Sora shook his head in response. "That's what friends are for Riku," he all but chirped, reaching out to pull him into a hug before turning to leave. "See you later! Probably at dinner, if you plan to come back over like you usually do." He could feel, rather than see the eyes staring at him as he made his way down the stairs and out onto the street again, almost skipping as he made his way home, a bright smile on his face. His mom would be relieved to know Riku was home as well.
When he reached his own house, he threw open the door, grinning to his mother. "Neeeee guess who's back! RIKU!"
Chapter 2
Riku had watched Sora run off with the faintest of smiles on his lips. Some things never seemed to change, and he was more than happy for it. Maybe, just maybe, they could have the friendship they'd once had. He would never tell him how he felt and things would be perfect. It was obvious to him, at least now, that Sora cared for Kairi more than he would ever care for him personally, and that she would be the one he gave his heart to. Each time they'd fallen into a competition over Kairi, it had only been to get Sora's attention. From the way Sora had always mentioned her when they were together, it was clear that he was more than infatuated with the girl.
When he'd offered Sora the Paopu, he'd leaned in close and gave him what he had considered to be a sultry grin (1), but then Kairi had called to him and he had run off, not wanting Sora to think he was sick or anything. Of course, Sora thought it was Kairi he was referring to, and they had left it at that. But he'd accepted it. He knew now that Sora was never going to return his feelings, and had figured it out before the entire mess with Ansem was over.
Sora had rejected him in Monstro, leading to his own fall from grace to the powers of darkness. He had made a vow that he would make Sora happy, even if that meant surrendering his humanity to save the person most precious to his friend. And so, he'd accepted the dark powers. He hadn't realized they were slowly taking him over, making him hate the sole person he loved. Out of boredom, he had created something called Anti-Sora, and had used that to pass the time, talking to it as if it was Sora, spiraling him slowly down into madness. When Sora had gotten too close to him before finding Kairi's heart, he'd stepped back through a portal to take her back to Maleficent and left the Anti-Sora to fight him. When it was defeated, he realized that not even the darkness could replace Sora. He gave up. Riku, the person that was seen as "Mr. Perfect" on Destiny Islands, gave up because he knew that it was useless to try and get Sora back. He'd let himself be taken in by the darkness, and upon meeting Sora in Hollow Bastion, showed him just how much he'd learned.
The Keyblade was his first and foremost, and was supposed to be in the first place. But Sora was stronger of heart than he was, and it showed, day after day. After Sora had beaten him in Hollow Bastion and won back the Keyblade, he'd finally let go. Ansem's offer sounded so enticing. He could lose himself in the darkness and never have to see the way Sora was begging over Kairi and forgetting him. So he accepted it. Ansem had used his body, and nearly killed Sora in the process. But, when he'd tried to kill Kairi after Sora disappeared, it was the last straw. He forced his control for a moment, telling them to get out of there before something horrible happened. He wouldn't be used to hurt the one person that his love cared for.
Of course, that was his last true act. After that, Ansem had shoved him into Kingdom Hearts and he'd lost himself for a long time. Right until Mickey had found him. While neither of them could cross over the doors to go home, they could help to close them and seal the heartless inside. So when he'd seen Sora trying to push them closed, he'd reached out from the inside, telling him simply to take care of Kairi. The door had shut, and he thought then that Sora had hated him, but he hadn't apparently.
Shaking off the memories, he walked to the front door of his house, simultaneously reaching for the brass door handle and his hood, to open and push them back respectively. Wincing a little as the light hit his slightly abused eyes, he stepped through the door, gazing around the expansive home that he'd been so used to. It seemed foreign even as it was familiar. There was a slight chink coming from a cup on a plate from the area of the kitchen and he took a deep breath, knowing that it was his mother. They didn't have servants, so it would have to be her.
He toed off his shoes that seemed to small for him at the moment and automatically slipped on the cream colored slippers that had stood unused before making his way to the open doorway of the kitchen. Swallowing briefly, he heard a page turn and looked into the kitchen without entering, seeing his mother sitting at the table, reading a novel and drinking a cup of steaming tea. He took the moment to enjoy the sight, having missed her, but not willing to admit that he had. Without a word, he walked into the kitchen, stopping behind her and clearing his throat slightly to get her attention, like had done before they'd been separated.
She went still in front of him, and though he couldn't see her face, he could imagine the shock. He watched as she slowly turned to look at him, though he wasn't prepared for the tight hug that he was enveloped in. He turned his face a little to the side, resting his cheek against her shoulder as he put his own arms around her as well, a faint smile coming to his face. A hot, wet drop on the side of his neck told his mother that she was crying, and he hugged her tighter, offering silent comfort with just his presence.
Not too long after, she drew back to look at him, hand coming up to touch his cheek as she silently gazed upon her son for the first time in years. It was worse than if Riku had gone off to college, because at least then, she would have known that he was safe. When she had all but grilled Sora for information, she had received the whole story impassively, not breaking down until after she got home. Her baby was out there, alone, and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't have a husband to lean on, hadn't for a long time either, so Riku was her rock, regardless of how much she coddled him. Her blue eyes ran over his longer hair, the slightly dirtied appearance, and all of the ravages that his time away had put him through. "You're...home..."
Riku nodded for her, offering a slight smile. He knew he seemed tired, and he wasn't going to hide it. Kingdom Hearts, while it seemed like the kingdom of light, was full of darkness. Going through it was no picnic, and both he and Mickey had vowed to never do it again. And so, they had found their route home, doing what was said to be impossible and leaving Kingdom Hearts. They'd said goodbye at the crossroads inside, each heading toward their own door and forcing it to open.
He blinked a few times when he felt his mother starting to undo the black cloak he was wearing, but said nothing, letting her continue until it was pooled at his feet, not saying a word as she looked over him. However, he was more than prepared for the bone-crushing hug she gave him next. He'd anticipated it, and now returned it, well aware that without his time in the sun, he seemed even paler than usual. That would soon change though. He didn't have any illusions about her not sticking him out back on a lounger in a pair of swim trunks, slathered in suntan lotion. She used to do the same when he was a young child.
He had a vague memory of one of the few days he'd not had it on, and it wasn't pleasant. He remembered it mostly because of the storm that followed the next night, the one that had taken his father away from him. He could hardly remember the man's face now, but he was aware that he looked like him to at least some degree, because his mother always told him he did. After all, he had to get his silver hair and aqua eyes from someone, and it wasn't her or anyone on her side of the family. She had a dull brown for both her eyes and hair, and her hair was slightly frizzy at that. He also remembered because he'd been horribly burned then. She'd forgotten his lotion that morning due to an illness, and he'd ran out to the beach without. He remembered being tired that day, or at least that was what his father had told him, because he didn't know the difference anyway.
When he'd woken in the morning, all he remembered was the sound of his mother's sobbing and his own painfully reddened skin. It had been the only time in his life he'd ever gotten a tan, and now he knew better than to go outside without some kind of lotion to protect himself from the harsh rays of the sun.
He drew back from his mother and offered her a slight smile. "I...know this might sound a bit rude...but can you make me something to eat?"
The slightly wide-eyed look followed by a vigorous nod told him that it was probably just the right thing to say to her at the moment, and he couldn't help but sigh with relief. He slid into her seat and glanced at the novel, smiling faintly at the overly muscle-bound man and the pretty woman holding onto each other in what seemed to be a tragic scene. Reaching out, he took the still warm mug in his hand to sip at the tea. Chamomile, a long time favorite of his. He set it down again to watch her, smiling faintly as she fixed his meal for him.
After just a few moments, she laid a sandwich and a salad in front of him, settling down across from him and sitting down like a girl watching her very much-adored crush to watch him eat it. And eat he did. It had been too long since he'd had anything of his mother's even remotely around him, so even such a simple thing made him happy. He glanced up with some of his salad dressing on his lips when he heard her sigh.
"You're not leaving my sight for the rest of the year."
A few blinks, and then, "You've got to be kidding. I have to...School ... and I want to see Sora again!" That wasn't what he needed to hear, but he knew the mulish look on her face all too well. It was the same one she had gotten when he'd been too sick to go to a birthday part but had insisted. He'd stayed home that day too. But this time it would be different. He gave her just the same look back, determined to win.
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But he didn't. And he was b linking as she tucked him into bed, wondering how he'd went from giving her an obstinate look, to being put into his pajamas and stuck in bed to 'rest from his ordeal.' It didn't matter... he could sleep now and get over to Sora's again later, so they could talk. They NEEDED to talk. Even so, he was tired, and he couldn't help it as he closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep though he didn't want to. The sound of the doorbell startled him into a very slight wakefulness, but it was shortlived, and he soon fell back into the sweet darkness of sleep, though this time, he wasn't as afraid.
TBC
(1) Taken from the manga, my dears, not from the game.
Well there's another. Slightly shorter than the last, but you all enjoyed it nonetheless, didn't you? Well I hope so, because I'm not writing anymore for it :P Anyway, enjoy and lookie, the review button is still hungry!
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