Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Kingdom Hearts, Squaresoft, Sora, or Riku. There. I said it! xX;

Rating: PG-13

Author Notes: I'm writing up another chapter because of you people who actually reviewed this . . . thanks. n n I lurve you guys! Sorry if it's not what you expected . . . I really had no plan for this story.

My Angel

As Sora lay awake on his bed that night, he kept thinking of everything that had happened. You know, with that person, and everything. It was all pretty confusing. And yet, it was . . . strangely pleasant. Someone was actually watching over him this time—and it wasn't Riku.

But he couldn't help wonder—why was Riku acting so differently? They would always be best friends—maybe even like brothers. It's not like it could get farther than that . . . right? Riku just wanted to be like brothers . . . right? Or was it . . .

Sora shook his head and shut his eyes, hiding his heavenly blue optics. Since his bed was near the window, he'd let it open—but he didn't really know why. For some reason, he'd realized how comforting the wind could really be. He secretly wondered how Riku was, and if he felt the same way about the wind. Or maybe Riku had something else to comfort him? Maybe . . .

The 14 year old let out a soft sigh, and it felt like his breath had collided with something, because he felt the warmth of it. Surprised, his eyes wrenched open, and there was a feather on his stomach. It was a snow white color—so pure. Sora then noticed that something black was flying in the night sky.

Hurriedly, he jumped onto the windowsill, watching the figure disappear into the night. A small smile danced across Sora's face, and he whispered—mostly to himself—"Bye..."

"Oh, please!"

"But, Riku, that's what happened!"

"Sora, that's stupid!"

Sora was silent, because he'd never really heard Riku tell him that something he did was stupid. The 14 year old bit down on his lower lip and looked down at his shoes. Riku groaned. "Sora, I . . ."

Sora didn't answer, and then the bell rang for them to leave school. "I . . ." Sora's voice trailed off a little, but Riku understood.

"I'll see you later," the older boy said a little too sharply.

Sora just stared at him for a moment before turning on his heel and running.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of Sora's footsteps echoed throughout the neighborhood as he ran. He didn't want to think about anything—he didn't want to think about Riku. He didn't want to think about what Riku had said. He didn't want to think that their friendship was breaking slowly into bits. For now, all he wanted to do was run himself out.

Finally, he ran out of breath and collapsed onto the ground, his cheek pressing against the cold concrete. "W-why . . .?" he half cried, making a fist. "R-Riku . . ."

"What?"

Sora though that Riku was behind him, but it was someone else. He recognized the person as a guy from last night. "Well, well, well . . . what do we have here . . ." he flashed a grin. "Y'know . . . a good haircut would do you good . . ." the guy flipped out a blade, and as he did, Sora's heart pounded faster. A few more guys were joining in, and a while after, he was surrounded.

"Where's your angel now, huh?" one asked, and Sora's eyes grew wide.

'Angel? I have . . . an angel?'

Suddenly, the wind picked up, and it became harder and harder. Sora found the strength to stand, though his knees felt like jelly. He was about to fall, except it was like the wind was helping him stand—it was giving him strength. "L-leave me alone," he managed to get out. His throat was dry now, and it felt like his heart was going to come out of his mouth.

"What was that?"

"Leave me alone!" he said more firmly, making a fist. The group came closer, and then closed in on him . . .

And that was all he could remember.

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Author Notes: I know, it's kind of stupid. --; But yeah . . . I can't think of anything. xX; I hope/will try to make the next chapter better (and longer). Please review! Thanks.

Kair-kun