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Forbidden
A Kingdom Hearts Fanfic
Chapter Four
"Here."
Riku only let his eyes glance up for a second to see a hand holding chocolate ice-cream. The dark cream melted off the cone and onto his fingers. He began to remember a time when Kairi and he always shared the same ice cream when they were younger, whenever their parents drove to the city. He frowned and looked away. "I don't want it."
Sora pouted and shoved the chocolate closer to Riku's face. He paid for it. He was going to take it. "I don't care if you're hungry or not."
Not wanting to start another argument between the two Riku jerked the ice-cream out of Sora's hand, almost breaking the cone. He let it rest on his leg, and the blue-eyed boy frowned. He really wasn't eating it. He sat down on the bench next to the older of the two, licking away gingerly at vanilla.
It must have looked awkward to anyone, two boys sharing ice cream in the park. At least to him it was awkward. Everything was mostly city here, but this was the one relaxing place. If there was any spot to try and talk to the new neighbor, it would be here. Sora's face darkened with embarrassment and he averted his eyes. 'What is everyone else thinking?'
"So," Riku began bluntly. Sora turned, his eyes wide with curiosity. It was the first time he had talked to him voluntarily. Before Sora had to practically drag him out of the door. "What do you want?"
"Well, I saw you crying," Sora replied subtly, remembering Riku's face when he opened the door himself. His skin was raw and his eyes were red. His heart sank as he remembered it. He knew something was wrong. He couldn't just leave him alone after that. He wasn't the type. "I thought you might want to talk about it."
"No."
" . . . Are you sure?"
"Why did you come back in the first place?" Riku asked. He let his ice cream drop on the sidewalk. It landed with a sickening thud, crackling at his feet. He felt the same. Like a breaking, ripping, melting splotch. 'A nothing.'
"No real reason," Sora said. He shrugged. He didn't really have a reason. Once he delivered the papers, he was done. Might as well make a conversation with someone new. Even if he was a jerk. "I thought it would be nice to get to know the new neighbor or something."
"Well, sorry to dissapoint you."
Sora really wasn't sure what to say, but so far the conversation really wasn't going where he thought it was. He sighed, taking a bite out of his melting ice cream instead of licking it. His teeth chattered from the sudden cold. He should have expected this, but the second he saw Riku he just wanted to know him. It always happened, over and over. 'I hate this . . .'
"Well . . ." Sora spoke softly, trying not to impose. He was mad, but he was going to keep friendly. Kill people with kindess, his Mom would say! This wasn't going to get him down. "Let's try it this way. I'll tell you something about me, and you can tell me something about you. Okay?"
"Bite me," Riku muttered, resting his elbow on the bench with his chin in his hand. He looked in the other direction. He couldn't see Sora's pout. Now he was mad. Riku was just being difficult, and for no reason.
"Fine!" He said, tossing his icecream on the grass behind him. One hand gripped at his pants, keeping in his temper. He'll try this one more time. "I'll go first. I already told you my name is Sora. So . . . I'm sixteen, and I've lived here since I was four. Okay, you're turn."
It was his turn, but Riku didn't seem to be in the mood for participation. He didn't even move. He just stared out across the street in the other direction. Sora rolled his eyes. Just a brat, this guy was. Oh well, he tried. He stood up from the bench, putting his hands in his pocket andfeeling ready to walk away. "See you in another lifetime, asshole."
"You're sixteen?"
Sora stopped, his back still turned. He talked again? Of his own free will? Sora grinned as he hurriedly sat back down, his full attention on Riku. It worked! He knew his age would get him. It always did. "Yup, I'm sixteen. I look like I'm twelve or something, don't I?"
Riku turned his face, his eyebrow raised.An awkward smirk rose and Sora' heart fluttered. This guy . . . he was gorgeous. "You're actually proud of looking like a baby?"
"No, no, no," Sora taunted, pressing a finger on Riku's nose playfully, smiling. He already felt better. This was how he liked things to be. "I told you how this works; I say something, you say something."
Sora thought Riku was going to be a jerk again, with the way he frowned in an irritated manner. Something still made him looked charming, though. He was lucky; if he weren't new, he was sure he wouldn't get any attention from this guy! "Okay, fine. My name is Riku. I'm eighteen, and I've lived here since yesterday."
'Funny too!' Sora thought, chuckling a bit. But he couldn't try to talk to him in that way. He was a pretty boy, but it didn't mean he was like that either. Like himself. Better to start off friends . . . just friends. But who would want to be just friends with someone so attractive? "Very good, Riku. And anyways, yeah, I like looking like a baby. You get stuff whenever you want if you ask an adult."
"Cheapskate."
"Whatever gets me by."
'This is good,' Riku thought, actually laughing a bit. He hadn't laughed in weeks. It felt so good to really feel this way. Something in his chest glowed, like something was starting to clean out the tar that had been building up inside. Everything had been in there, unwilling. He tried here. In just minutes Sora broke the spell.
But the tar started to build up again as he thought of who he used to laugh with. A pang in his chest squeezed hard at him. Kairi. Everything, no matter what he did, it would always go back to her. It didn't matter who he was laughing or crying with, smiling or frowning with. It didn't matter if he was even alone. Kairi was his world.
"Riku?" Sora asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. That spark he felt from Riku had quickly faded. It was there for only a split second. "What's wrong? Did I do something?"
At first there wasn't a response, and Sora thought he was being ignored again. But there was something to say, and he spoke as Riku abruptly stood up from the bench, avoiding his eyes. "I'm going home now."
"What? Wait, why are you-" Sora reached forward to grab Riku's arm and he felt a strange tensity rise between them. He was suddenly afraid of what Riku would look like if he turned his face towards him. He let go, and Riku didn't look back. He just walked on. 'I did something . . .'
Watching, Sora felt his body tingle, but not of excitement or humiliation. He could feel it. It's happened before. It came when he was scared, even just a little. His lip would quiver, then it would spread to his whole body. He grabbed at where his heart was, breathing deep, heavy breaths.
Sora sat down on the bench again. He legs felt weak. His body shook and his hands slowly reached for one of his pockets. Nervously he glanced around to see if anyone was there. No one. He pulled out a small knife, then with his teeth he pulled off the sweatband he wore.
Across his small tiny wrist were long, thin scars, song long enough to reach from one side to another. Sora looked out again, his hand shaking with anxiety. He shut his eyes, holding his breath. 'Hurry, hurry, hurry . . . !'
The moment he felt the cut he opened his eyes to see the blood. It bubbled out slowly. He heaved a sigh of relief and put the knife back in his pocket, smiling. The blood slowly dripped over the side, rolling off his skin and dripping on the sidewalk. He put on his sweatband again and stood up. 'I'm better now.'
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O.O OMGosh Sora cuts himself. Noo! Poor kid. And he's gay! And I don't want to make this a shounen-ai fic. So . . . yeah! He has sadness too . . . And Riku's being a jerk. But he has the right to be! Actually, no he doesn't. This is a drama! Like Guiding Lights or General Hospital! But I've never seen those shows . . . lol!
And I beat Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories! –Dances- So I'm about halfway through Reverse/Rebirth mode now. I love it!
Hope you guys liked this chapter! (And the whole thing about Sora being gay and everything- this should help shounen-ai fans cope! It helps me too . . T.T lol!)