Forget-me-Not

Piikkum

Disclaimers – You've heard this already.

Pairings – Sora x Riku

C H A P T E R T H R E E - S P E A K

The rest of the night had been lost in the midst of heated kisses and smoldering touches. Sora had paid extra attention to his lover that night, making sure the silver-haired boy's needs were met before he even began to focus on himself.

It hadn't taken very long for Riku to climax; the normally reserved boy had thrown himself into their nocturnal "activities" with such ardor that had taken Sora completely by surprise.

Riku had fallen into a deep slumber shortly after, curling up next to the brunet and leaving Sora a pocket of time in which he'd actually begun to /think, which was not something that happened often. But neither was Riku's breakdown. His iron-willed lover had, since his childhood, meticulously constructed a veil of ice that often masks his expressions, making him impossible to read. He hated having to rely on others and often took it upon himself to cater to the needs of both Kairi and Sora. Even iron will bend, Sora mused. And when Riku had shattered, Sora had been right behind him, picking up the broken pieces of his lover.

The pale boy shifted uneasily in his sleep.

Sora closed his eyes and pulled Riku's slender frame towards him, gently stroking a pale cheek.

But what would happen if Sora did not know how to put those pieces back together?

+and+

Waking up to an empty bed alerted Sora's sleep-fogged mind that his lover was awake. He frowned. Contrary to popular belief, it was the brunet who was the early riser of the two; his lover treasured what precious moments of sleep he could catch so much that he refused to wake unless it was absolutely necessary.

He found Riku sitting at their tiny kitchen table, nursing what seemed like a lukewarm cup of coffee and staring off into space. Quietly, Sora pulled a chair and sat down across from the pale boy, his unspoken question hung in the air even before his lips materialized the words themselves.

"You okay?"

His lover was quiet for a moment, staring at his coffee as if looking for an answer.

"I want to get away."

"…What? You- Get away? What do you mean?"

"Away from… this. This apartment. This life." He chuckled weakly, then looked away from his drink as if disgusted. "It's suffocating me."

The small kitchen was quiet. Sora didn't know how to respond, if he even should respond. Tentatively, he reached out and clasped Riku's pale hands in his, squeezing gently.

"We'll see this through."

"Ansem… He… he called this morning and he wants me to come live in this guild house of some sort. Apparently, he has a couple of his men stationed there to spy." Riku glanced up to gauge the brunet's reaction. "He thinks that Kairi is being held there," he finished hurriedly, catching his lover's panicked expression.

Another moment of silence.

"You're leaving?" You're leaving me?

"I… I don't know yet. I haven't…"

He stood up abruptly, his face alight with a faint glimmer of hope as he stretched out his hand to Sora.

"Come with me?" Please?

Sora stared alternately between the outstretched hand and Riku's hopeful face.

"I don't… I don't know."

Riku's smile faltered and his hand dropped down to his side. It was for the best, Sora reasoned. If he doesn't tag along with Riku, there would be less of a chance for the pale boy to accept Ansem's offer. He wasn't about to have Riku running into some "guild house" that Ansem had suggested. He wasn't about to let Riku have anything to Ansem.

It was for the best.

Riku turned away, murmuring about having to go to work before he retreated into his room to get dressed.

It was for the best, keeping Riku as close to him as possible.

Then why did he have this feeling as if he's already lost him?

+and+

Once again, he found himself summoned by the council. Once again, he found himself kneeling to a bunch of arrogant crackpots that he'd much rather feed to the Heartless.

"How much longer do you plan on taking, my dear Ansem?" Maleficent asked, amusement clearly laced in her resonant voice. "A year perhaps? A century?"

A bout of snickers rippled through the council. Ansem bristled slightly, though his face remained neutral.

"I think he's fucking that whore and keeping him for himself," Ursula boomed, followed by a set of deep chuckles from the council. "I always knew he had a thing for that boy."

"He is almost within my grasps, your eminence," Ansem replied coolly, though he found it harder and harder to keep his emotions in check. "My apologies for taking longer than necessary. I don't want to rouse any suspicions within the boy."

Maleficent arched an elegant eyebrow. "You did not answer my question. When will the boy be here?"

"When the boy's cunt gets too lose," Hades drawled, blowing another puff of a foul smelling drug.

"Then he woulda given th'boy over a long while ago." Oogie Boogie chortled, clasping his liver-spotted hands over his bulging belly. "A thimble woulda even been too big fer 'is cock."

"Enough," Maleficent boomed and instantly, a hush descended over the council.

"It will be done soon," Ansem repeated curtly. "I'm sure I-"

The trill of his cell phone cut through the room. Ansem murmured a quick apology before fishing in his pocket for the tiny device. The caller ID flashed blue on the screen of his phone.

"As a matter of fact, here he is now."

+and+

He did not know how long he sat there before he realized what he should do.

What he needed to do.

He found Riku in their room, stuffing his meager wardrobe into a weathered duffel bag. The pale boy stiffened slightly at Sora's intrusion, but otherwise ignored his lover. The brunette shifted uncomfortably at the doorway.

"Riku, we need to talk."

"There is nothing left to talk about." He folded his black tee into a neat square before packing it away.

"You can't leave."

Pale hands carefully placed the final shirt away and long fingers reached to pull the zipper across the bag.

"Don't leave me."

Riku turned, smiling softly at Sora as he shouldered his bag. The brunette saw the fear and reluctance within those eyes.

"I don't want to leave either," he replied, his voice soft. "But someone's got to save Kairi." The pale boy brushed past his lover as he made his way out of the room. "I just wish I didn't have to do it alone."

Sora's carefully planned speech crumbled at his throat and his mind drew painfully blank as he watched Riku make his way to the front door.

No.

The door opened and bright sunlight spilled into the apartment.

No.

One step out already. His mind wasn't working. He had to do something. All he could think about was…

"Riku!"

The silver-haired boy turned. His hand was outstretched behind him, reaching whether to close the door or to Sora, the brunette couldn't tell. Emerald eyes met turquoise ones expectantly.

Sora hesitated.

And he was gone.

t o b e c o n t i n u e d

A/N: Yes, I freaking live. I just didn't have the motivation to continue this. Seriously. I have a fabulous ending planned already, but I just freaking hate writing the middle of it. Well, not really but it's going to be hard work and heavily consuming time that I don't have to begin with. Unfortunately, things are going to be more serious from here on out, so just a heads up. Ahg. I had to upload this so many times since freaking won't let me use brackets. -

Edit: Thanks, Muffy, for catching my goof!