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Warning:This fanfic is a slash, meaning male/male relationships, specifically, Riku/Sora. So if you are in any way offended by this, please don't read any further. If you choose to ignore this warning and end up hating this fic, then please don't flame about it because of the fact that it's a slash!

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I'd like to introduce to you; my muse, Maro-Chan!

Maro: Maro-Kun, dip shit.

Fuzz: Awww, isn't he cute?

Maro: Damn right. Now let's get on with the fic.

Fuzz: Maro's feeling angsty, so I guess we'll just hafta torture Sora for a while.

Maro: Hahaha…time for some S&M.

Fuzz: Oh, you're such a bad little muse. And that's not what I meant…


Sora stared at the blank ceiling, save for a few minor stains, atop his relatively empty bed. Blankets had been removed weeks prior, due to the rising temperature and rising cost of running the AC. The lights were dimmed to the point that the objects in his room were only slightly recognizable in their familiarity. Had he been younger, the objects would have animated themselves and produced illusions of beasts and monsters. But no beast could have shaken Sora from his current preoccupation.

Guilt, shame, and bliss each took their posts at keeping him awake. What had happened just a few hours ago seemed like a reoccurring nightmare. Or a fading dream. Sora shifted slightly, so he that he was no longer facing the silent ceiling, and instead looking out the window.

"I can't be in love with Riku," Sora stated. Although, it was less of a statement than it was an order. He wouldn't allow himself to love his best friend.

"Why don't I ever remember feeling like this before?" Sora clasped his hands above his head and laid thinking. Although puberty had already passed, his frame was still boyish, though longer and leaner. His slender body was glistening slightly with sweat. The fact that he was stripped down to just his boxers didn't seem to cool him down.

"Feeling like what?"

Crack. Sora's neck protested as he twisted to the direction of the voice. Even in the dark, Sora could feel the presence of someone else in his room. Someone he had seen, and thought of, enough for one day.

"Damn, it's dark in here. What're you doing anyway?" a dark figure approached him. It dodged a chair quite skillfully, and finally settled itself on the bed next to him.

"I was trying to sleep," Sora snapped, hoping Riku wouldn't try to turn on the lights, "why are you here anyway? Are my parents still up? Wait…you didn't break in, did you?"

"Even you would've noticed if I broke in," Riku's tone was mocking, "your parents let me in. It's only ten."

"Okay, so what do you want?" Sora caught himself before he used his Yuna voice.

"You're acting weird," Riku's arm reached over Sora, his body almost against Sora's bare chest.

"Wait, what are you doing!" Sora didn't move, his body seemed to go numb all at once. The warmth of Riku's body against his tensed up his entire body.

"Hey, chill," Riku reached over Sora and twisted the knob, and immediately the lamp flared on, filling the room with a hazy yellow. He remained positioned over Sora, looking him over with an odd grin.

"What!" Sora squirmed. Having Riku so close again…and that strange grin…

"Nothing," the grin spread wider across Riku's face, "you look like a greased pig or something."

"Dammit, turn the lights off!" Sora glared at Riku. The sudden brightness had probably caused him long-term nerve damage. Plus, he couldn't think of a better comeback to the "greased pig" comment.

"Your hair. It looks good that way," Riku finally rolled off of Sora, plopping down next to the boy instead.

"My hair's always like this," Sora muttered dryly. Wait… Sora's hand shot up to feel his brown locks, still drenched from the earlier rendezvous. His hazel mane was parted slightly to the left and draped around his face in different lengths. Riku, how dense are you! How the hell can you not recognize me?

"And you smell nice too. What is that? A new cologne?" Riku closed his eyes and rolled over to his side, facing Sora.

"I don't wear cologne," Sora frowned. Actually it's perfume…

Riku was silent, his face was peaceful and beautifully angelic. Low raspy breaths escaped from his lips, slightly open and turned upwards in a grin. His chest heaved up and down in a slow pounding rhythm. Sora looked at him longingly, hypnotized by the every detail of his face. He ran the back of his hand against Riku's soft cheeks, and then quickly drew the hand back, hoping Riku wouldn't wake.

Sora forced himself to look away, I wish he'd stay here next to me….

"When I was younger, my mom used to tell me stories before bed," Sora spoke softly, "like this one story about a bird. In the story, there was a king, who loved collecting exotic animals for his menagerie. So one day, a servant brings him a cage. And inside, there's the most beautiful bird he'd ever seen. Its feathers glimmered under the sun, as well as the moon. And its song could put men to tears. At first, the king prized the bird for exactly that, a bird. But soon, he began to love the bird as a companion, and took it everywhere. But, the bird was not meant to be caged, and rotted away little by little each day. Soon, its feathers lost their shine, and its voice died away. The king became frustrated at first, but then realized what he had to do-"

Sora's heart almost stopped as Riku rolled himself closer to him. Riku's arm slipped innocently around Sora's waist, and he began snoring softly once more.

"He released the bird. My mom always thought that it was because the king had loved the bird so much, that he didn't want the bird to suffer. He wanted the bird to have its freedom. She said that, he gave up the chance to ever see the bird again, so that it would live."

Riku was still silent, the words too soft to penetrate sleep.

"I always thought that it was because the king was selfish, and didn't want to have to see the bird suffer. I mean…the bird would've died either way. But, what my mom said, I guess it makes more sense."

A bead of sweat dripped from Sora's forehead. He could feel Riku's body heat adding to the already oven-like room. But yet, this wasn't a chance Sora would pass up. He leaned closer to Riku, his head resting on Riku's chest. Closing his eyes, he had two thoughts before he fell asleep.

I hope my parents don't find us like this.

I wouldn't have released the bird…


"Good morning."

Sora felt a light tap on the back of his head. It was still hot, hotter than last night in fact. Heat waves were practically smacking into his face. Sora's first reaction was to dig his face deeper into hit pillow. That's…not a pillow.

"Oh fuck!" Sora pulled back and tumbled off the bed, landing headfirst on the hardwood floor. The sudden collision with the floor relieved some of the shock from finding Riku on his bed. But it did nothing for his throbbing headache.

"Even I took it better than you did," Riku laughed, at the expense of the brunette, "I woke up a few hours ago. It was still pretty dark, so I figured I'd let you sleep. And…I mean, you were having a pretty good time, too."

Sora's mind automatically strayed to the worst possible case. He scanned his sheets, searching for darkened spots.

"That's not what I meant," Riku cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh," Sora's face flushed bright pink, "then what?"

"Let's just say, that, your hands like to wander," Riku lifted himself from the bed and ran a hand through his silvery mane.

"Wh-what?" Sora's expression turned to dumbfounded, then to panic, "What did I do?"

"Hmm…" Riku held his hand to his chin in concentration, "When I woke up, you were on top of me. I remember cause I couldn't breathe. After I got you off of me, you grabbed my ass. After you let go, you wrapped your legs around me. Then you just kinda rolled away for a while. No wait, that was after your hand strayed dangerously close to my crotch."

"You should've woken me up," Sora looked down in embarrassment. His face was now completely beet red and burning. And he makes it sound like nothing.

"Why? It was kinda cute actually. Turned me on a little, even," Riku's voice was completely serious. He sat down quietly next to the sulking brunette, "Cheer up, Sora."

"You're telling me to cheer up!" Sora's eyes remained fixed on the floor, "And stop doing that."

"What're you talking about?" Riku frowned, a bit annoyed.

"Teasing me. It gets on my nerves. If I was feeling you up, then you should've woken me up. And since you didn't, you shouldn't be telling me about it," Sora was trying hard not to start yelling. Why is it that Riku always sounds more mature than me?

"First of all, I didn't know it'd upset you. And second, you're the one who asked me about it," Riku laid an apologetic hand on Sora's shoulder.

"'Sorry' would've been fine," Sora brushed Riku's hand off, and gave him a cold glare.

"Why the hell are you making this such a big deal?" Riku withdrew his rejected hand, and returned the glare.

Sora opened his mouth to reply.

"Sora, phone call!" his mother cut him off before he could begin.

"Okay mom!" Sora sighed, he was relieved that he didn't have to continue the argument with Riku.

Sora grabbed his cordless phone off of the charger and held it up to his ear, "Hello?"

"Sora?" A somewhat familiar female voice replied from the other end.

"Yes?" Sora turned to look at Riku, who was listening intently to the conversation.

"Wow, I haven't talked to you in, like, forever. How've you been?" the voice was rather soft, but definitely not sophisticated.

"Yeah, I'm fine I guess," Sora spoke reluctantly. He didn't really want to venture a guess as to who was on the other end.

"You don't know who I am, do you?" the woman sounded genuinely disappointed.

"No, it's just that your voice…I mean, you sound familiar," Sora hoped it wasn't someone important.

"Sora, Sora, Sora. It's Yuna!" the voice gave a little chuckle.

"Oh," Sora shrugged. Yuna was probably the last person he would've guessed. They were cousins, but they were never that close. It was probably because of the age difference, "how've you been?"

"Hmm…not much really. It's been absolutely dull, actually. I mean, I have my job…you know, as a singer and everything, but, it's getting boring," Yuna sighed, "Getting bored of fame, is there really such a thing? So, anyway, since I'm taking a break, I thought I'd come down and visit you."

"Why?" Sora frowned. Would Riku suspect anything if Yuna visited?

"Well, why not?" Yuna giggled.

"You've been here before. It's boring. You can go anywhere you want with the money you're making, so coming here is just a waste of time," Sora reasoned.

"No, you're missing the point here, Sora. The less populated my vacation spot, the more relaxed I'll be. And plus, I want to spend some more time with you, Sora," Yuna gave a mischievous laugh, "and anyway, I'm already on the plane. Tell your mom I'll be here in a few hours."

"A few hours?" Sora almost dropped the phone.

"That's right. Bye now!" Yuna hung up before Sora could protest anymore.

"Sora, who was it?" Sora's mother called from the kitchen.

"She's coming over in a few hours," Sora placed the phone back atop the charger.

"Who's coming?"

Sora wondered if it was possible to yell without having Riku hear him, "Yuna!"

"Yuna? You know her?" that suddenly snagged Riku's interest.

"No, not the Yuna you know," Sora tried to avoid Riku's curious stare.

"But you told me you didn't know any other Yunas," Riku frowned in confusion.

"It slipped my mind," Sora replied quickly.

"Fair enough. So, who's this girl?" Riku relaxed his gaze and looked out the open window. The sidewalks were empty, probably because they would be better used for cooking eggs in this weather.

"My cousin," Sora shrugged, wondering when Riku would go home.

"Is she hot?"


This is going so slowly. But, fortunately, summer is here, and I have SO much more free time. Which means, more updates, and at shorter intervals! I'm hoping to be able to update once a week or so. I want to have at least 20 chapters for this fic Originally, I had this chapter end where they fell asleep, but that was way too short, so I added some more. Dammit, we need some more making out… I guess it's just because it takes me some time to get my fic set up and stuff…

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. Please R&R! I love getting feedback/ideas/suggestions.