▬♥ You Don't Know Me Anymore ♥▬

By: Lakija X

Author's Notes: Okay. Now this is part one of the final chapter! Unless of course I am lying to you again… mwehehehe…

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So, without further ado… oh yeah! I may have lied to you guys about a few more things… like that Riku's party would be rained on. At first I though about it, but Kairi and Riku in the rain sound too freakin' clichéd. I mean, how many times have you seen that in movies? Well, too many.

So instead, let's see what I can pull off…

NOW! Without further ado, I give you the shocking who-knows-if-it's-a-conclusion-or-not conclusion to the story! YAY!

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I walked into Riku's room, where he'd been lying down on his bed.

I had thought Kage would come with me, after doing her makeup, but we both agreed that it would be better if she went back to the party, so no one would think we'd gone missing.

I wanted to see what Riku would do if he didn't know I was in the room. I knew his hearing had elevated very heavily, as had his sense of touch and smell. Perhaps he could find me. I wanted him to.

My plans, however, were dashed. Riku wasn't in his room. In fact, I noticed movement outside the window. My heart raced as I noticed Riku out there, sitting on the beach, his face stern.

I felt a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. There he was, perfectly positioned for me to approach him.

Quietly I crept out of the house, and went to the back, where the little seashore was. My feet went from the hard packed dirt road to the white sand. I removed my sandals I'd been wearing, and moved stealthily toward Riku. The moon spilled magnificent light right onto the beach, and so he could not have seen me at all.

I went closer, and Riku's head cocked up. He shifted his weight so that he could hear in a different direction. Very suddenly he stood up, and ran toward me, his keyblade conjured. The breeze from the sword whipped my hair around me. It rested ever so softly on my collarbone, dangerously close to my throat. I gasped. I wasn't expecting it. He was so close to me, that he could smell me. He was still so defensive? Even after we'd gotten rid of that guy?

Riku's blade vanished. "Kairi… Chanel. It is you," he said. My perfume gave me away. He put his face to mine. The hairs on the back of my neck broke out into a sweat. I was so nervous.

"You were about to kill me…" I said, quietly, breathlessly. Riku's hands barely touched my shoulders, as if he felt that giving me a hug would make him less of a gentleman. No longer icy, his fingers felt like cashmere.

I sadly sensed a bit of hesitation and shame from him. I felt his face smiling very softly, I could just feel it. I exhaled breathlessly as Riku rested his chin on my shoulder, seeking my protection, my understanding. His presence made my heart race to the point where I envied even myself.

"I'm so sorry… I was paranoid, and I wasn't even thinking… I guess I was pissed," he whispered into my hair. My arms raised, rising along the contour of his back, into his shoulder blades. I rested my head on his shoulder.

I noticed that we were rocking back and forth very slightly, very slowly, in a hypnotic rhythm.

"Why were you pissed off?" I asked. I coaxed Riku to wrap his arms around me. I wasn't really used to him acting so, solemnly.

"I haven't seen anyone for a week… All of you have been planning something behind my back, I'm not stupid. But that's not what's bothering me… Sora's happy. He always is prancing around the island. He's always gotten everything he ever wanted, including you, and sometimes I hate him for that, and I don't like hating my best friend," he whispered.

I looked at Riku's face. His expression was of the deepest loathe, animosity to the 10th power. But mostly, I just noticed that he said that Sora even got me.

His lifeless eyes searched through the night, seeking some way to regain the soul that had once been housed there.

I had no idea that he hated Sora so much. It was almost scary, the way he just blurted his feelings toward Sora out.

"Riku? Sora has me? But… what are you saying?" I asked. Riku just shook his head, burying his face into my shoulder. I felt my tank top becoming warm from his breathing.

My arms fell from him, hitting my sides in defeat. I looked at him once more. His arms fell from me as well.

"Why do you hate him so much Riku?' I asked. Suddenly, I got an impulse to ask him the unthinkable.

"And what happened back then? Tell me. No one else will. I know it has to do with me, and Sora… but you won't tell me anything. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you… and I…I mean to say that… you were in-" … I trailed off. We heard noises around the corner of Riku's house.

Riku reluctantly lifted his face from my shoulder. "Sora…" he spat quietly. Riku pulled a silk blindfold from his pants pocket. I noticed that he was wearing jet-black cargo jeans with sliver thread. His boots were very nice, though I'm not sure what they were. (A/N: Timberlands, Kairi. Timberlands.)

We both turned to see Sora walking up the road. This had to be the moment for me to let him go. He wasn't a sissy or a punk or anything, he was just not right for me. He was still Sora.

The same old Sora we'd all know three years ago.

Perhaps it was his repetition that made me stray away from him. His unvarying nature.

Riku had matured so greatly, that every time I saw his face, I lost my breath. I couldn't breathe when he made me drown in his eyes. Riku was just that kind of person, the kind that was unbearably beautiful, majestic.

He made me want more, want to know what was beyond that dazzling smile, that attractive face, that toned physique.

"So you want to know the truth?" Sora said to me. He looked both angry and severely pained, breaking me from my fantasies.