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Summary: Someone comes along all of the sudden when Sora's in trouble. But the person wears a cloak. . . who is it? And why is Riku acting mad and jealous all of the sudden? Implied RikuxSora

Rating: PG-13 (Just to be safe)

My Angel

Letting out a deep sigh, Sora jumped off of the paopu tree. It was almost night time, and his mom wanted him home early. Sora had been sitting there—waiting for someone. He had received a "secret admirer" note at school that day, and the note told him to wait at the paopu tree. Hm. . . who was it? Who would know that the paopu tree was a favorite place of Sora and his friends? Of course—one of his friends. One of his friends must have given it to him. . . right? Maybe.

But why was Riku kind of mad? He had told Sora to trash the note and not show up. 'It's like Riku's changed for some reason. . .' Sora thought, looking down at the ground. Then, he remembered that he had to be home soon. "Time to go home," he decided aloud.

As he walked along towards his home, he saw some guys standing around his neighborhood. They had flasks of a yellowish liquid in them. They didn't look so good, either. They were slouching over, hiccupping, and even more. But once they saw him, they advanced towards him. "What's your name, kid?" one asked, his words slurred.

Sora didn't know what to say. These guys weren't from around here, apparently. He pursed his lips. "I asked for your name."

Suddenly, the 14-year old wished that Riku was there. He began to walk away slowly, before a hand caught his shoulder. "How old're you, kid?"

Sora gulped. "I-I'm. . ." he let his voice trail off.

"C'mon. . ."

Don't tell him, Sora.

A voice was telling him to walk away. As the wind blew, he felt a little better, as if he was being held by someone. "No," Sora replied, blue optics flashing. "Leave me alone!" But at that, the boys pulled out their weapons.

"Don't worry. . . you won't feel a thing. . ." one smirked. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, and all Sora could remember was him drifting off, being carried by something. He could remember a black cloaked person, and feeling the air press against his face as they soared through the air—he didn't know how they were flying, but they were. And when he got home, there was a feather on his bed. . .

"That's crazy!" Riku put in the next day at school. "There are no angels and you can't fly, Sora! I mean, you must've been dreaming!" the older boy said this with confidence, but his lower lip was slightly quivering. Was there really an angel out there for Sora? Riku's fear was that whoever this "angel" was; she/he/it would take Sora away from him. And he would never let anyone do that. He felt as like he had already claimed Sora as his own.

"Aw, come on, Riku!" Selphie put in. She had been listening in from behind them. "Are you jealous or something?" she smirked.

"Jealous?! Me?! Why would I be jealous?" Riku felt his face feel a lot warmer. "I'm not jealous," he muttered.

"It's okay, Riku, you don't have to worry. I'll be fine!"

Riku gritted his teeth. "I know you will, buddy," he put his hand on the younger boy's shoulder. "I'll walk home with you today!"

"That's okay. I'm just gonna walk around for a while," Sora said sheepishly.

Riku was a bit shocked. "O-okay."

"Okay."

As Sora walked home, he felt the wind run its fingers through his brown locks, and he smiled at the sky. He didn't know if he had really heard it or not, but he could've sworn the wind was calling him:

Sora. . .

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Author Notes: Rawr. I didn't like it so much. --; Maybe I'll remove it? I don't know. Tell me what you think. But for now, I won't be focusing on this. I'll update "Mash" more than this.