Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Kingdom Hearts doesn't belong to me. Neither
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:
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 short-lived, and he soon fell back into the sweet darkness of sleep, though this time, he wasn't as afraid.
Chapter 3
Sora pressed the doorbell after a moment's hesitation, chewing on his lower lip as he fingered the key chain in his pocket. It was his lucky crown one, and he wanted Riku to have it. That way, if they got separated again, they would be together. He smiled to Riku's mother when she opened it and presented it to her.
"Could you give this to Riku for me? I didn't have it on me when I brought him home so..."
She nodded in response and took it by the ring. "He's asleep right now, so you'll have to come back later Sora... much later."
Sora only blinked a few times, but by the time he had opened his mouth to ask her why, the door was being shut in his face. He thought to himself on why she was being so mean, but rationalized quickly that it was just because she wanted to spend some time with Riku herself, without anyone else interfering. His own mom had done much the same, secluding him from everyone for nearly two months. It had driven him nuts, but eventually she had let him go out again. Slowly, he turned and walked down the stairs, glancing up in time to see a curtain swinging closed.
A frown creased his brow as he walked down and turned toward home again. It had seemed almost as if she didn't want him there at all. But that couldn't be right, after all, he and Riku were best friends, or, were anyway, before the entire mess with Kingdom Hearts. And he hoped to be again. It was just a matter of time before they were again. At least, that's what he hoped for.
He shook his head a little and headed back for the docks, wheeling himself back out to the play island, well prepared for the entourage that greeted him. He refused at first, to answer the questions being thrown at him, simply sitting in his boat with the paddle across his lap. A small smile finally graced his lips when they shut up.
"Yes, Wakka, that was one of my friends from the other worlds, no, you can't meet him right now Tidus, and forget it Kairi, I'm not telling you if he's cute." He answered them all in one fell swoop, looking past them to the girl who still adored the yellow dresses, knowing how quiet she'd been. The once hyperactive Selphie had a knowing look on her face, as if she knew he wasn't telling them the truth. He finally climbed from his boat, walking past the three on the beach that were now pouting at his back, pausing in front of her.
"It was Riku, wasn't it Sora?" she asked, her voice quiet enough so that it wouldn't carry back to the others. A raised brow was her only answer. "You would have let us see him if it wasn't... I know that much about you still."
Sora simply smiled and nodded. "It was...but let's keep it a secret, kay Selph? He doesn't really need the grief right now. His mom's put him on lockdown...like mine did."
Selphie simply nodded. "Probably shouldn't tell Kairi anyway, considering she really thinks he's evil now."
He nodded with a hint of a sigh. It was more than a bit irritating, when he was remembering how he and Riku had welcomed her without really any concern for what others would think. "Thanks though Selph...it means a lot that you're not angry too." He was given a smile for it and he couldn't help but grin as she all but skipped off to climb the ladder to the platform overlooking this side of the island. Some things didn't change at all. Shaking his head some, he moved off of the beach through the seaside shack, heading up the winding stairs to go across the bridge to the Paopu island. Crawling up onto the tree, he laid back against the trunk, thinking again of how he was going to get Riku out of the house so he could see him and talk to him.
There was of course, trying to crawl up to his window, but then again, Riku had a balcony, so that made things slightly difficult since it jutted out. He could always try to glide to it from a tree he supposed. What good were skills like that if you couldn't even use them? So his mind was made up. He would climb the oak tree about fifty feet in front of Riku's window then glide onto his balcony. His mother would never know he was even there. Hopefully when he went in, Riku would be asleep or waiting for him to come in. He could wake him up silently at least. A sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes, folding his arms behind his head, one leg propped up on the tree while the other dangled on the side. For now though, he would take a nap.
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Dusk slowly fell on the tropical paradise, causing all the teens to head home, but one lone figure stayed on the Paopu. He was awake now, and standing up, looking over the water to the mainland with a hint of a frown. He could see the palace that Riku called a house from here, and it only strengthened his resolve. First he would have dinner then tell his mother he was going to see how Riku was doing. It was, after all, true. He hopped down from the tree into the water, swimming the small distance to his boat and climbing into it.
He repeated his actions by rowing over the slightly choppier waves from this afternoon and retying his boat before heading back home, glancing to where Riku's house was. It was easily the second largest on the island, the largest being the mayor's of course. A determined look crossed his face before he headed into his house, giving a usual cheerful greeting to his mother and telling her that he would go to see Riku after dinner. Her response was to set a platter of cookies on the table for him to give to Riku when he got there. Sometimes he just loved his mother to death. She was more like a teenager than an adult sometimes.
He gave her a bright smile and slipped into his seat, sitting a bit on his hands to keep himself from bouncing. Not that it really helped. He was still rocking in his seat some. When his mother set his dinner in front of him, he all but inhaled it so he could finish faster. After all, he still needed a shower and to change his clothing. And he relished taking long showers now. Upon finishing, he pecked his mother's cheek and dashed upstairs and into his bedroom. Dark clothing made for better sneaking. So, out came clothing similar to what he was wearing now, but much darker, shades of black with white trim. Riku would get a surprise.
When he was sure he had everything, he finally went into the shower, washing up in half the time it normally took him to get clean and climbing out to comb the tangles out of his hair. It still stuck up, and seemingly in more spikes, than before, but he'd long since given up on getting it to be completely tamed. With a bit of a shrug, he picked up a towel to dry himself off, careful to not let it touch the floor or the new water mess. His mother would ground him for a week if she found it, so when he was finished, he dropped it to step on it, nudging it around with his feet while he pulled on his shirt and zipped it up. Next came the black jacket, then the pants that came to just below his knee. Once again he was careful to not let them touch the still watery floor. When he finished though, he kicked up the towel and used a new one to mop the floor dry, tossing both in the hamper before making his way back to his room to add socks and shoes to his ensemble.
Finally finished, he gave himself a quick once-over in the mirror on the back of his door, then made his way downstairs to grab the cookies and head over to see Riku. For a moment, he debated on going to the front door first, but that would probably make his mother watch him. So, thinking on that, he headed outside, walking along the back streets to find Riku's balcony in the dark.
Not that it was hard... the nightly treks they'd made to each other's houses as kids almost ensured they could find their ways blindfolded. And the tree in front of Riku's balcony was an easy feat to do as well. One hand over the other, oh, there's a knob there to grab onto for support, and here's a branch to step on, and there, there was Riku's balcony, a dull white not too far away. If he jumped and glided from here, he should be able to make it. He glanced at the cookies in his grasp and frowned a little, putting the edge in his mouth and gripping it with his teeth tightly. With a soft sigh, he braced himself then leapt, going into a glide the instant he felt himself starting to fall, reaching for the balcony with a determined look. He just had to make it.
And make it he did, landing softly and catching the plate as it fell from his mouth, working his jaw a little until he could smile properly. He moved silently to lay the cookie plate on the table outside, looking on the half-moon shaped balcony with a slight smile before heading for the double doors that separated it from the house. He pulled on the handles some and frowned when they only clicked in response, showing that the door was locked. Well, no matter. He could get in anywhere. Stepping back, he pulled out his Keyblade, reaching forward with the very tip to touch the blade, pleased when another soft click sounded in the night. The doors were open, and the Keyblade vanished into thin air. He moved to pick up the cookies again then went back to the doors to push them open, smiling softly at the darkened room. Moonlight showing on the bed told him Riku was in it, covered with a thin blanket and laying on his side, facing away from the window.
He reached behind him to close the door softly, stepping inside to put the plate of cookies onto a small table before slowly walking toward the bed. He paused at a slightly unfamiliar sound then shook his head. It was only Riku, breathing softly. He was startled when his friend suddenly turned, laying on his back now, his eyes closed, his pale lips slightly parted. From the frown line between his brows, it seemed he was having a nightmare. He walked over silently, slowly sinking down onto the edge, reaching up to brush back the hair from his forehead. He wasn't surprised when his hand came back slightly damp, not from a fever, but from sweat. So Riku was having a nightmare. It wasn't really surprising. But then again, considering that he was home, and under house arrest essentially, didn't really help. Sora had nightmares of his own for nearly three months after he'd been home, so he could easily sympathize.
"No...Sora..."
Riku's plaintive moan startled him enough that he almost fell off the bed, and he stopped touching him, wondering vaguely what he was dreaming about him.
"Please...don't..." Riku had shifted again, turning onto his other side. "Don't....want to hurt you..."
Sora shook his head some and reached down to touch Riku's shoulder and shake him awake, but paused again when Riku began to mumble.
"I'll save Kairi for you...you'll see...get her heart back..."
He blinked a few times and touched him, shaking very lightly and blinking when he was yanked down and across Riku, green eyes that were unfocused staring at him through the dark.
TBC
Not much of a cliffhanger, is it? But it's the end of this chapter, simply because I can't think of much more to write. I don't suppose that anyone knows how to get the stars and underscores to stay in your writing, do you? It's being...really picky with me.
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:
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 short-lived, and he soon fell back into the sweet darkness of sleep, though this time, he wasn't as afraid.
Chapter 3
Sora pressed the doorbell after a moment's hesitation, chewing on his lower lip as he fingered the key chain in his pocket. It was his lucky crown one, and he wanted Riku to have it. That way, if they got separated again, they would be together. He smiled to Riku's mother when she opened it and presented it to her.
"Could you give this to Riku for me? I didn't have it on me when I brought him home so..."
She nodded in response and took it by the ring. "He's asleep right now, so you'll have to come back later Sora... much later."
Sora only blinked a few times, but by the time he had opened his mouth to ask her why, the door was being shut in his face. He thought to himself on why she was being so mean, but rationalized quickly that it was just because she wanted to spend some time with Riku herself, without anyone else interfering. His own mom had done much the same, secluding him from everyone for nearly two months. It had driven him nuts, but eventually she had let him go out again. Slowly, he turned and walked down the stairs, glancing up in time to see a curtain swinging closed.
A frown creased his brow as he walked down and turned toward home again. It had seemed almost as if she didn't want him there at all. But that couldn't be right, after all, he and Riku were best friends, or, were anyway, before the entire mess with Kingdom Hearts. And he hoped to be again. It was just a matter of time before they were again. At least, that's what he hoped for.
He shook his head a little and headed back for the docks, wheeling himself back out to the play island, well prepared for the entourage that greeted him. He refused at first, to answer the questions being thrown at him, simply sitting in his boat with the paddle across his lap. A small smile finally graced his lips when they shut up.
"Yes, Wakka, that was one of my friends from the other worlds, no, you can't meet him right now Tidus, and forget it Kairi, I'm not telling you if he's cute." He answered them all in one fell swoop, looking past them to the girl who still adored the yellow dresses, knowing how quiet she'd been. The once hyperactive Selphie had a knowing look on her face, as if she knew he wasn't telling them the truth. He finally climbed from his boat, walking past the three on the beach that were now pouting at his back, pausing in front of her.
"It was Riku, wasn't it Sora?" she asked, her voice quiet enough so that it wouldn't carry back to the others. A raised brow was her only answer. "You would have let us see him if it wasn't... I know that much about you still."
Sora simply smiled and nodded. "It was...but let's keep it a secret, kay Selph? He doesn't really need the grief right now. His mom's put him on lockdown...like mine did."
Selphie simply nodded. "Probably shouldn't tell Kairi anyway, considering she really thinks he's evil now."
He nodded with a hint of a sigh. It was more than a bit irritating, when he was remembering how he and Riku had welcomed her without really any concern for what others would think. "Thanks though Selph...it means a lot that you're not angry too." He was given a smile for it and he couldn't help but grin as she all but skipped off to climb the ladder to the platform overlooking this side of the island. Some things didn't change at all. Shaking his head some, he moved off of the beach through the seaside shack, heading up the winding stairs to go across the bridge to the Paopu island. Crawling up onto the tree, he laid back against the trunk, thinking again of how he was going to get Riku out of the house so he could see him and talk to him.
There was of course, trying to crawl up to his window, but then again, Riku had a balcony, so that made things slightly difficult since it jutted out. He could always try to glide to it from a tree he supposed. What good were skills like that if you couldn't even use them? So his mind was made up. He would climb the oak tree about fifty feet in front of Riku's window then glide onto his balcony. His mother would never know he was even there. Hopefully when he went in, Riku would be asleep or waiting for him to come in. He could wake him up silently at least. A sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes, folding his arms behind his head, one leg propped up on the tree while the other dangled on the side. For now though, he would take a nap.
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Dusk slowly fell on the tropical paradise, causing all the teens to head home, but one lone figure stayed on the Paopu. He was awake now, and standing up, looking over the water to the mainland with a hint of a frown. He could see the palace that Riku called a house from here, and it only strengthened his resolve. First he would have dinner then tell his mother he was going to see how Riku was doing. It was, after all, true. He hopped down from the tree into the water, swimming the small distance to his boat and climbing into it.
He repeated his actions by rowing over the slightly choppier waves from this afternoon and retying his boat before heading back home, glancing to where Riku's house was. It was easily the second largest on the island, the largest being the mayor's of course. A determined look crossed his face before he headed into his house, giving a usual cheerful greeting to his mother and telling her that he would go to see Riku after dinner. Her response was to set a platter of cookies on the table for him to give to Riku when he got there. Sometimes he just loved his mother to death. She was more like a teenager than an adult sometimes.
He gave her a bright smile and slipped into his seat, sitting a bit on his hands to keep himself from bouncing. Not that it really helped. He was still rocking in his seat some. When his mother set his dinner in front of him, he all but inhaled it so he could finish faster. After all, he still needed a shower and to change his clothing. And he relished taking long showers now. Upon finishing, he pecked his mother's cheek and dashed upstairs and into his bedroom. Dark clothing made for better sneaking. So, out came clothing similar to what he was wearing now, but much darker, shades of black with white trim. Riku would get a surprise.
When he was sure he had everything, he finally went into the shower, washing up in half the time it normally took him to get clean and climbing out to comb the tangles out of his hair. It still stuck up, and seemingly in more spikes, than before, but he'd long since given up on getting it to be completely tamed. With a bit of a shrug, he picked up a towel to dry himself off, careful to not let it touch the floor or the new water mess. His mother would ground him for a week if she found it, so when he was finished, he dropped it to step on it, nudging it around with his feet while he pulled on his shirt and zipped it up. Next came the black jacket, then the pants that came to just below his knee. Once again he was careful to not let them touch the still watery floor. When he finished though, he kicked up the towel and used a new one to mop the floor dry, tossing both in the hamper before making his way back to his room to add socks and shoes to his ensemble.
Finally finished, he gave himself a quick once-over in the mirror on the back of his door, then made his way downstairs to grab the cookies and head over to see Riku. For a moment, he debated on going to the front door first, but that would probably make his mother watch him. So, thinking on that, he headed outside, walking along the back streets to find Riku's balcony in the dark.
Not that it was hard... the nightly treks they'd made to each other's houses as kids almost ensured they could find their ways blindfolded. And the tree in front of Riku's balcony was an easy feat to do as well. One hand over the other, oh, there's a knob there to grab onto for support, and here's a branch to step on, and there, there was Riku's balcony, a dull white not too far away. If he jumped and glided from here, he should be able to make it. He glanced at the cookies in his grasp and frowned a little, putting the edge in his mouth and gripping it with his teeth tightly. With a soft sigh, he braced himself then leapt, going into a glide the instant he felt himself starting to fall, reaching for the balcony with a determined look. He just had to make it.
And make it he did, landing softly and catching the plate as it fell from his mouth, working his jaw a little until he could smile properly. He moved silently to lay the cookie plate on the table outside, looking on the half-moon shaped balcony with a slight smile before heading for the double doors that separated it from the house. He pulled on the handles some and frowned when they only clicked in response, showing that the door was locked. Well, no matter. He could get in anywhere. Stepping back, he pulled out his Keyblade, reaching forward with the very tip to touch the blade, pleased when another soft click sounded in the night. The doors were open, and the Keyblade vanished into thin air. He moved to pick up the cookies again then went back to the doors to push them open, smiling softly at the darkened room. Moonlight showing on the bed told him Riku was in it, covered with a thin blanket and laying on his side, facing away from the window.
He reached behind him to close the door softly, stepping inside to put the plate of cookies onto a small table before slowly walking toward the bed. He paused at a slightly unfamiliar sound then shook his head. It was only Riku, breathing softly. He was startled when his friend suddenly turned, laying on his back now, his eyes closed, his pale lips slightly parted. From the frown line between his brows, it seemed he was having a nightmare. He walked over silently, slowly sinking down onto the edge, reaching up to brush back the hair from his forehead. He wasn't surprised when his hand came back slightly damp, not from a fever, but from sweat. So Riku was having a nightmare. It wasn't really surprising. But then again, considering that he was home, and under house arrest essentially, didn't really help. Sora had nightmares of his own for nearly three months after he'd been home, so he could easily sympathize.
"No...Sora..."
Riku's plaintive moan startled him enough that he almost fell off the bed, and he stopped touching him, wondering vaguely what he was dreaming about him.
"Please...don't..." Riku had shifted again, turning onto his other side. "Don't....want to hurt you..."
Sora shook his head some and reached down to touch Riku's shoulder and shake him awake, but paused again when Riku began to mumble.
"I'll save Kairi for you...you'll see...get her heart back..."
He blinked a few times and touched him, shaking very lightly and blinking when he was yanked down and across Riku, green eyes that were unfocused staring at him through the dark.
TBC
Not much of a cliffhanger, is it? But it's the end of this chapter, simply because I can't think of much more to write. I don't suppose that anyone knows how to get the stars and underscores to stay in your writing, do you? It's being...really picky with me.