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Kingdom Hearts:

Just Between Friends

Chapter – 2, Seven Minutes in Heaven

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The distant, but ever present call of seagulls carried me from a dream world back to my lonely reality. I awakened, once again, to a plainly decorated bedroom missing the sweet smell of pancakes that used to hang heavy in the house each morning. For a moment I let myself think of her. The warm smile she always carried just for me; her reassuring hugs. But only for a moment.

Leaving my tousled bed sheets in their usual untidy manner, I sleepily made my way into the kitchen, only stopping momentarily to gaze at the beautiful weather outside. My thoughts immediately went to Sora. Why I still can't say, but for some time now I had been looking at him differently and developing feelings for him that verged upon those of infatuation instead of friendship. Every time I saw him my world brightened and the weight I carried on my heart seemed to lessen. But it was impossible to feel those kind of things toward another guy, right?

Grabbing a nectarine and then throwing on my normal Island clothes, I decided to pay him a surprise visit. Arriving at his house in under ten minutes, just one glance at the small little home let me know that Sora's father was home. We had no real use for cars on the island with it being so small and every business and home within a five to ten minute hike. So the staggering, uneven footprints of a drunk easily stood out in a place covered entirely with sand.

At first I was reluctant to knock, afraid of waking Sora's useless, intoxicated excuse for a father. But the longer I stood at his door, the more I realized that I was actually craving to see him. His delicate face framed by the spiky brunette hair that just never seemed to lie down. His beautiful sapphire eyes and innocent smile. Now a days I experienced a tingling feeling that spread all over my body when I saw him, a feeling that urged for me to tell him how I felt. But I just couldn't.

Snapping out of my stupor I softly tapped on the door a few times, deciding that seeing Sora played priority over his idiot father. A few moments passed and then I began to hear the faint stirring of someone inside.

"Who is it!" A deep, raspy voice growled from behind the thick wood.

"I-It's Riku, sir," I answered nervously, subconsciously running a hand through my long, silver hair. Finally, after an uncomfortable silence, the door swung open and I was met by a beast. My own image reflected back to me in his dead, red eyes.

"What do you want, Riku?" He spat, looking me up and down in a way I didn't like.

"I c-came to see, Sora," I replied, trying to sound stern. For about a minute he just stood there, staring at me. Then, when I was just about to run off, he turned around and shouted into the dimly lit house.

"Sora! Hey, Sora! You're friend, Riku's at the door!" I thought I heard a muffled, "I'm coming", but wasn't sure until the brunette I so longed to see finally came into my view.

"Hey, Riku!" He greeted, carefully stepping around his father, who had perched himself in the doorway. I felt a smile find its way onto my face, though I didn't really know why.

"Can you come sparring for a bit today?" I asked, almost mesmerized by his sad, yet beautiful eyes.

"Take him," Sora's dad interjected before Sora could answer while shoving him off of the porch, "It's not like we need him around here anyways," he added, slamming the door. I looked at Sora, half expecting him to make up an excuse for his father's rude behavior like always. But this time, all he did was slump down into the warm sand. Defeated. At that moment every part of me wanted to hug him, maybe even hold him and tell him that everything would be alright someday. But instead, I just sat down beside his hunched over form.

"What happened, Sora?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder and then removing it when he winced.

"I-I… I just don't want to talk about it right now, Riku." He replied in a monotonic voice I hadn't heard from him in ages.

"But you're injured!" I protested, pulling his shirt off of his shoulder and exposing a large, sickening, black and blue bruise. "Sora…"

"J-Just… Can we get out of here before he changes his mind?" He pleaded, finally letting his eyes come up from the ground to meet my own aquamarine. My heart nearly melted.

"Yeah, let's go to my place. As you already well know, there's never anyone there."

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The walk back to my place was executed in complete silence. I would occasionally look over at my brunette companion to make sure that he was still there. Sora was never this quiet.

"So, um… you can stay at my house as long as you'd like, Sora. You can even spend the night if it'll help any." I offered, that same strange tingling sensation sweeping over my body. I nearly tripped.

"Thanks, Riku. I just really don't want to go back there tonight." He replied, his worried look softening.

"You're welcome. I can't say that I know firsthand what you're going through, but know I am always here for you." Although pathetic and somewhat cliché' in nature, my heart meant the words and I could see Sora knew that when he gave me one of his brightest smiles. The tingling feeling worsened into a pain centered in my heart. By the time we arrived at my front door, I was clutching my chest.

"You feeling okay, Riku?" I heard Sora ask when he saw my unnatural posture.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." I grunted, trying to shake off the obnoxious spell that had fallen over me. Straightening up from my slumped position, I dug for my keys, unlocked my door and ushered Sora in.

"Wow, Riku, your place has changed a lot since the last time I've seen it." Sora remarked, taking in the little changes that I had made to the living room and kitchen. I'd never seen new wallpaper and rearranged furniture affect someone so much.

"Well, I remembered how my mom always liked to switched things around here and there. The sad thing is that I just can't seem to do anything to my room." I joked, hoping that he wouldn't recall that the anniversary of her death was coming up in just a few days. I wasn't ready for the sympathy treatment from everyone on the island yet. "Would you like anything to eat? It's been made official that sparring is off for today. I wouldn't want to beat you when your not at your best. We might as well just laze around." I teased, nudging him on my way into the kitchen.

"Yeah, whatever! I could beat you even if I was in a coma." Sora argued in a playful yet competitive tone. "And I would love something to eat. God knows that bastard nearly starves me at home." He added, falling down onto my couch.

"Hope you like fresh Paopu," I suggested while flinging open my refrigerator door.

"Paopu? But isn't that –"

"C'mon now, Sora. Don't tell me you still believe in that old story. I'd think that by now we've accepted that fairy tales and happy endings just don't come as often as people want to believe," I interrupted, purposely cutting him off. Of all the bedtime stories I had been told when I was little, I still thought the Paopu legend to be the dumbest.

"Well, I still want to believe that everyone deserves a happy ending," Sora grumbled over the sound of my chopping before turning on the TV. I couldn't help but laugh at his stubbornness.

"Always the dreamer," I mumbled in reply as I chopped up the last cantaloupe and added it to the huge bowl of fruit I had created. Picking up the overflowing piece of ceramic, I made my way into the living room, balancing an additional two cans of soda on my head. "The best snack food on the island." I commented, flopping down onto the couch and handing Sora a soda.

"Thanks. You know you didn't have to go to the trouble of making this, Riku," He said innocently. I was surprised when his tan skin revealed that he was blushing. Was it possible that he was beginning to have feelings for me as well?

"No problem at all," I replied, trying not to look him directly in the eye for fear of the pain returning. Though, that didn't help much because the feeling was already there. It had never really left, and sitting down next to him only made it worse. However, when I finally decided to meet his gaze, I began to slowly realize that the pain wasn't really pain. It was the burning desire that my heart held for him. I thought back to the different romance movies I had seen where love and longing for another person had actually made a character ill. How easily I had dismissed their situations as being ridiculous. Now, I was tasting their pain. I was the soul tormented by love. The moron chasing a hopeless romance.

A moment or two passed by and we continued to stare at each other. I, captivated by my mental epiphany, and he curious as to why I was looking at him so intensely. If only he could read my thoughts, he would see how torn I was. A battle between passion and reason was going on in my head and after the bloody battle had come to an end, the side fighting for my libido stood victorious.

"Riku? Is something bothering you?" He managed to ask before I shoved him down onto the couch and pinned him with my weight. "Riku?"

"Sora, I'm sorry… but I just can't stop myself. I can't ignore the longing I have for you any longer. I-I… I love you, Sora." I confessed before taking him into a hungry kiss. At first I felt a small hint of resistance, probably from shock, and then he relaxed, accepting my advance. The pain I had been feeling was finally easing. Holding his arms above his head with one hand, I let the other find its way up his shirt while my tongue licked at his lips begging for entrance. Finding my way in with little trouble, it wasn't long before we both began to gasp for breaths in between our zealous encounter. Neither of us wanting the moment to end.

"L-o-ve… y-you… t-t-too…" I began to hear between pants from the submissive, now feverish, brunette beneath me.

"W-wha? What were you trying to say?" I finally asked, my curiosity peaked. I was already missing the intoxicating taste of his lips.

"I s-said that I love y-you too, Riku," Sora said breathlessly, looking at me with wide, almost unreal blue eyes. "I just never had the nerve to tell you. I mean, how weird would that have sounded? Telling your best friend, who is a guy, that you have feelings for him that go beyond friendship? I just couldn't do it…" He confessed. I was Euphoric. So much so in fact that I didn't even give a reply before capturing his lips once more. Releasing his arms and tracing his warm, yet frail body with my fingertips, I gasped when he latched his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

I can't say how long we stayed that way. Close, holding one another in a kiss that never seemed to end. I would have been fine if an eternity had passed, as long as I would never have to be separated from him. My Sora. My conscience was telling me that this was wrong. That our love was forbidden. Sinful. But for that moment, just that one moment, we were the world's happiest sinners.

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