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Chapter 2: Running from Destiny

Something cold and wet fell onto his face stirring him awake. He flinched as another came down and rolled off the side of his cheek. He brought the back of his hand up to wipe the drops away but immediately regretted it when a sharp pain ran through his whole body. He groaned and cracked open his eyes. The images before him swirled together like a kaleidescope and something was starting to ache at the back of his head. Ignoring the pain, he gingerly pushed himself up to a sitting position and tried to remember what happened to put him in such a state. The pain in his head only got worse and he swayed slightly almost tipping over to his left. He put a hand out to catch himself and stiffened when he felt it land on something warm. That warm something gave a small grunt and rolled over to face him. Vision clearing, and realizing what he had touched, he snatched his hand away. Brown hair poked out from under a black jacket and his eyes widened as he stared at the sleeping form, registering who it was.

The memories came flooding back and he found himself getting quickly to his feetHe clutched his head as the pain began to swell and he staggered back, blindly gripping the wall for support. He could see the boy shivering slightly and clutching something tighter against him. It was the keyblade. The keyblade he had stole the night before. His stomach suddenly squirmed uncomfortably and panic rose in him.

Shit..he had to get out of here!

His shoes squeaked as he rounded a corner and he almost fell when he slipped in a puddle. The sky was still dark and the lights from the lonely lanterns of the city gave him little help. He didn't stop running until dawn.

Sora continued to walk slowly down the street. He tried to walk in the shadows of the buildings to be less conspicuous, but to no avail, his water logged shoes squeaked with every step. He saw the other boy turn his head ever so slightly in his direction with his eyes narrowed.

"Stay away from me."

The shoes stopped mid-squeak as Sora froze. He was only ten feet away from the blonde and not at all sure what to do. Should he approach or not? The other boy had a keyblade but that fact didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. He could probably whip this guy's ass anyway. With self-confidence boosted he took another step.

whoosh…….

THUNK!

Sora swallowed nervously as he looked at the keyblade that barely missed his head by inches. It was embedded in the sign behind him, still quivering from the impact.

"I said stay away from me." The boy ground out, now fully turned and facing Sora. His fists were clenched beside him and his eyes flashed dangerously.

"I just want to know who you are," Sora said remaining where he was, careful not to move an inch in case of what the boy might do. "What..what happened back there? In the alley?"

The boy tensed at his words. "It's none of your concern." He then extended his arm with his palm open and the keyblade leaped from the sign into his grasp. "Just go away."

"No."

The word was carried with the slow exhale that Sora emitted out of frustration and he knew he shouldn't have said it. Who knows what he would get thrown at his head now.

The other youth glared at him through blonde fringe. "What did you say?"

"I said-" Sora paused suddenly with an idea. He reached his hand out and concentrated on the keyblade in the boy's hand; if the guy could hold Sora's keyblade than he could too. The boy gasped as the keyblade violently jerked out of his grasp and soared into Sora's hand. The brunette smirked and ran his hand over the handle of his newly aquired weapon. "I said no. And you won't be getting this back until you tell me who you are."

At first the blonde's eyes widened with shock and disbelief at the nasty little trick but then he lowered his head in defeat. He was utterly defenseless.

"It's BHK."

Sora knew he heard that wrong. "What did you say?"

The boy looked up, his body tense with barely concealed anger. "BHK."

"That's your name?"

The boy's eyes shot daggers at him in response.

Sora coughed loudly to try and cover up his laugh. "What kind of name is that? B-H-K? Does it stand for something?"

"Yes."

"Like what? Big-Headed-Klutz?"

A light blush creeped up on the youth's face. "No, it doesn't stand for that. It stands for blonde-haired-kid."

"Really now?" Sora raised his eyebrows. "How original."

"Just shut up," BHK spat out and he held his hand out. "And give me back my keyblade."

A look of disappointment crossed Sora's face. He was having fun teasing the other boy. "Fine." He loosened his grip on the keyblade and it leaped back to its owner.

BHK pointed it at him. "Now get the hell away from or," he smiled evilly "This time I won't miss."

Sora held his hands up. "All right, all right." He looked around at the city before him. "Just tell me how to get out of this place, it's like a maze." The look on the other's face made him lower his hands. "You've got to be kidding me…you don't know your way around here too?"

"No, no." The boy looked stricken. "Just come on." He rushed forward and grabbed Sora's hand.

"What are you -" Sora flinched as that weird feeling rushed through him again. He couldn't finish though because he was pushed head first into a dumpster tucked away in the shadows on the side of the street. BHK leaped after him and shut the lid above them with a small click!

Yuck….

It wasn't everyday that Sora landed in something soft and mushy and not to mention extremely smelly. He peeled a banana peel off his head and squinted in the dark space between them. The other boy was crouching beside him, light sneaked past under the lid illuminating the top of his head. His once neat blonde hair was now completely frazzled from the sudden tumble. Sora inched closer to him. "What are we doing in here?"

"Shh!" BHK put a finger to his lips. "Be quiet!"

But there's nothing out there! Sora screamed inside his own head. It was an empty city, how could there be anybody else? But his thoughts were interrupted when he heard voices approaching the dumpster they were in. He felt BHK stiffen beside him.

"Looks like they got away." The deep, slick, voice reverbated through Sora. It was the kind of voice that made the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and a shiver to run down your spine. He held his breath as the person continued.

"They couldn't have gotten far."

Footsteps fell dangerously close to where they hid. Sora glanced at BHK. His face was completely calm except for his eyes which were tightly shut.

"Indeed," said another voice. "This city has been deserted, thanks to the heartless." Sora's eyes widened considerably and he felt like his stomach had just plunged twelve feet. He could recognize that voice anywhere!

"Rik-!"

BHK clamped a cloth-covered hand over his mouth. "Don't! They'll here you!"

Sora struggled against BHK's steady grip, his words of protest completely muffled. He knew that Riku was out there and after all this searching Sora did not want to lose him again. He tried to pry BHK's hand from his face and kick out at the other boy, but it was no use, the blonde was too strong. Sora collapsed against the inside of the dumpster, defeated. This was probably the last chance he would ever get to speak to his best friend.

The footsteps retreated. "Let's look for them, the faster we find them the better."

"No," said Riku. "They will soon know what's coming for them, it won't be long."

Suddenly, the sound of rushing wind met their ears and a loud crack echoed in the empty street. Sora felt the hand leave his mouth and he sighed with relief but a moment later a heavy whack was delivered to his head. He immediately saw stars and was barely aware of the lid of the dumpster being opened and his body lifted out and thrown unceremoniously to the ground.

"You are a complete idiot," hissed a voice in his ear. Sora rubbed his head and watched as the stars in front of his eyes cleared. BHK was standing over him, looking furious. "They could of caught us!"

"Ok, ok, no need to yell." The brunette got to his feet, needing the dumpster to support him. "One of my friends was out there." He rubbed his well bruised head. "And..and.. why did you hit me?"

"One of your friends?" echoed BHK ignoring Sora's last statement. He crossed his arms and leaned against the alley wall glaring at the other boy. "Do you even know who they are?"

Sora rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Riku and some other guy."

"No," spat BHK looking aggravated as ever. "That's not just Riku and just some other guy. Those two work for The Organization."

Sora leaned heavily on the dumpster, his head hurt like a mother. "The Organization?" he asked wearily.

"Yes."

"What's that?"

It was the blonde's turn to roll his eyes. "You really don't know anything do you?"

Sora returned the glare. "Well, I would of at least gone out there and fought, unlike you, you sissy."

BHK smirked. "But you didn't did you?"

A dark look was shot his way.

"Anyway," he continued. "We wouldn't have a chance against them anyway."

"Why not?" complained Sora, the pain his head was unbearable, he was going to get BHK back for this. "We have keyblades."

"Nope, still not enough. And plus, that's why their after you anyway. They are trying to kill you."

"Kill me?" Sora stared back in disbelief. "Riku wouldn't do anything like that."

"But you don't know that," said the other youth darkly. "Ansem wants you dead, basically meaning The Organization wants you dead. You should not rely on Riku anymore, he is lost to you."

Sora took a shaky step backwards. "I don't believe you." He clutched at his head. Riku didn't want him to die. He would never…kill… would he?

"Believe it," said BHK sternly but his face saddened. "And anyway, you're not alone in this."

"Huh?"

"They're out to get me too."

"Why you?" Sora gestured to the black cloak. "You're the one with darkness written all over you."

"It's a long story." He turned his back and stared out across the street.

Sora walked up slowly to stand next to the boy. "So, I guess you're not going to tell me."

BHK looked back at him, his blue eyes bright and serious. "Not now anyway." He dug his hand into one of his deep pockets and drew out a small vial filled with green liquid. "Drink this."

Sora took it and peered it curiously. The substance glowed softly and sloshed up against the side of the glass. "Why?"

"It's for your head."

"Really?"

BHK let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes."

"All right." Sora looked at it uneasily. "But if I die, I will come back and wreck a terrible and horrible vengeance upon you.

The blonde's lips quirked up into a slight smile. "Deal."

Sora nodded and swallowed the potion down in one gulp. Instantly his head cleared and the pain became less and less noticeable until it disappeared completely. He felt the back of his head and found the bump gone too. "Wow, that really worked."

"See I told you." BHK looked satisfied with himself.

"Yeah, whatever," said Sora. "But I'm kind of disappointed. I was looking forward to making sure you would die a messy, gruesome death too."

BHK rolled his eyes for the second time that day. "Come on." He started walking down the street not waiting for the brunette to catch up.

"Hey, where are you going?" called the voice behind him.

"Just follow me," he smirked over his shoulder. "It's not like you had trouble with it before."

Sora came running up beside him. "But that was with the keyblade, it brought me to you." He raised his eyebrows. "Oh yeah, and what's up with the whole you have my eyes and I have yours and that weird electric shock feeling I get when you touched me."

'"I told you, that's none of your concern."

The boy sighed. "I'm going to let it go for now but you'll have to tell me eventually. I know you will."

"Whatever."

The sun had lowered in the sky, ushering in the moon with her dark blanket full of sparkling kin. The two keyblade masters kept on walking until it was dark out and the faded light from the street lamps glowed softly. Sora had no idea where he was going, he just decided then and there he was going to follow the other boy and hopefully it will all turn out for the best. He definitely had his doubts about the other youth and the guy was certainly mysterious with the many secrets that shrouded him, but Sora somehow knew he could trust him. He felt comfortable walking side by side with BHK, just having company made him feel better. Sora let himself relax into their compatible silence.