Wow. Um, okay. There were two things I realized when writing this:

1.I have absolutely no personality.

2. I didn't do disclaimer.

Thus:

Disclaimer: I do not, and will not, ever own Kingdom Hearts. Or Square soft. Unless I win it. And that's so unbelievably effed up that I won't even bother saying the odds of that ever happening in a million-trillion years.

So. Yes. I apologize for the late update. I'm horrible at updating. Eh. Whatever. It was mainly just me procrastinating because I hated this chapter. I don't know; I didn't feel comfortable writing it for some reason. Please, more reviews? I know people read it, okay? Someone stole my "Sora-has-dimples" idea. xD Wtf? So please, please, review? I would really appreciate it, and so would you! Because then I'd update more frequently.

I realize that only the writers that actually feel wanted and admired continue to update—And update frequently. Why? Because the ones with nine chapters are the people with 50 or more reviews. Only loyal writers update quickly. Which basically means…

-Is not loyal-

Eh. But, x) You'll just have to live with that.

Ah, and if you're curious about any of the poem/lyrics I have in my stories, ask in the review. Thankyou.

Chapter 3: Station AM/FM

By: Alice

Let's go down now
Into the darkness
Of your thoughts
Hurry up now
We're waiting for
Us to fall
I fall to pieces now
A broken mirror
In your life

Sora was scared. He wasn't so much deathly afraid, rather, nervous. Truly, truly, nervous. But why? He certainly wasn't nervous last night. Perhaps it was this awareness, this.. reality, which came rushing forward, which scared him. It made his fears run wild, this reality. What if this reality caused Riku to re-think his interaction with the brunette? Maybe he was drunk, and couldn't see Sora's face clearly? Oh gosh. Horrible it sounds, so it blind his smooth relaxation in this world. It ripples his nature, this paranoia. And it took him a moment's grace to calm himself down.

The only way Sora would find out if his terror was true was to see Riku, which he was planning on doing from the start. Cloud had spent all night cooking; for the minute Sora came home, questions began to bounce off the walls. The boy sighed. He could recollect the previous night with great detail:

"Sora! Where have you been! It's almost four AM!"

But Sora wasn't listening. He had this dreamy look upon his face, one which couldn't be washed away by Cloud's concerned voice. He slid down the apartment door, happy eyes, as he brought his legs up loosely to his chest. He sighed. Content. But he didn't notice the smirk beginning to draw on his blonde brother's lips, as the worry faded of his features. He did not notice the conclusions drawing in Cloud's mind by the evidence he had, sitting there before him with a goofy grin on his face.

"Oh. So you go… lucky huh?" He laughed, "'Bout time, y'know. Leon and I were betting on the day's you'd finally---"

"No!"

Cloud laughed harder now, despite the pout on Sora's lips, and the pink dashing his cheeks.

"It's not like that." He stood, reaching his glorious short height, and brushed himself off, folding his arms neatly across his chest. "I just met someone today who I found to be very wonderful."

Cloud snorted, "..In bed."

Sora let out a huff of frustration, and he fisted his hands. His ocean eyes narrowing. "For the last time, no, Cloud! I did not sleep with him!"

"Okay. Whatever you say.." But Cloud was still stifling a laugh. Snicker all you want, because a wicked smile crossed Sora's lips.

"Fine. If you're going to be that way, I guess I won't tell you what he thought of you.."

Hook, line and sinker.

"Thought of me?" The blonde sat up from the couch, dark blue eyes glazed in curiosity. "You were talking about me?"

"Oh, no! How could we have?" Sora exclaimed, waving his arms around drastically as he walked across the room, his shoes now discarded by the floor, "We were too busy sleeping with each other, remember?"

Cloud rolled his eyes, "C'mon. Tell me." Pleading. And Sora, of course, broke down. He was smiling as he sat on the opposite couch, one leg crossed over the other and his eyes jolly as Cloud sat up to attention.

"Okay. First, his name is Riku.." He began, the giggled. "And, oh god, is he hot."

Cloud's eyebrows arched.

"I think he even puts your precious Leon to shame!" Cloud immediately shook his head.

"No one can do that. It's impossible." But he waved his hand in the air dramatically, brushing the subject off, "But continue on."

"Okay. Well, so, his name is Riku and he's from America.."

"Oooh.. American rebel, huh?" Cloud couldn't help but add his two cents.

"Shh! Let me finish!" Sora giggled. "Okay, okay. So, he's from America. We spent a lot of time talking, and of course he was curious about our relationship and my family.." His voice trailed off, and for a minute, Cloud wasn't sure if he should hold his brother. It was awkward, talking about their "family." But the brunette quickly bounced back. "So he was obviously curious about you, of course."

"And..?"

"I told him about your cooking, and how you're absolutely splendid at it.." He giggled as Cloud rolled his eyes for the second time tonight. "Oh, but here's the thing: He wants to try some!"

Cloud's eyes lit up. "R-Really?"

Sora nodded, "Yes, really!"

And everything went downhill from there. Cloud could hardly contain himself. Sora could tell his brother was even dreaming, in the small amount of sleep he managed to gain, when he wasn't debating on what to and what not to cook. Cloud took these things very, very seriously. Like he did everything else. But the fact that someone was expecting something good, on Sora's accord, just pushed stress on the blonde more. And of course Sora tried to calm him down, but he knew his brother wouldn't take any reassuring. Riku wanted good food, and good food he was going to get.

The silence in black and white
Falling forward as she walks toward the light

I know,
I'm outside of your window with my radio

And because of some "unexpected" phone call, Cloud had to run out for some "unexpected" reason. Sora knew it was Leon on the phone, hands down. But his brother did bid him farewell and to remember the details because he was going to "spill it when he got home." But now back to Sora being nervous. He did have a right to be, of course, but even Sora himself has to admit he looked pretty good. Groomed, even. Clad in a pair of tight, brown girl-structure pants, held up by a white belt, on his legs. And a pink and white track-jacket, with a white camisole, all lacey, blanketing his torso.

He loved track-jackets²… The way he could curl his hands around the sleeves because they were so long, and the bottom band, which were white with a pink strip, adorned his bottom torso. He always felt so comfortable in them. And nice. He wasn't shallow enough to pop the collar, like most Americans he saw. But Riku was American, right? Wait.. What if he expected Sora to pop the collar? What if Sora suddenly became uncool to Riku and…and—

Sora slapped himself. No! No bad thoughts! This was going to work. Everything was going to be fine. He smoothed out his shirt with one hand, cradling the paper bag of food in the other, gently raised his fists to the door, knocking it softly. It was awkward, standing there, fidgeting, while he waited. Such gnawing, pint eagerness. It almost pained Sora that he pouted, yet, it lightened when he heard graceful footsteps near the door. He could tell it was Riku. He could tell, just as Riku could tell it was Sora by the softness in his knock.

The door revealed a grinning vampire, and Riku's enthusiasm banished any fear in his mind. Sora blushed, and looked away.

"Sorry.. .Am… Am I early?"

Riku shook his head, "No, of course not." And stepped aside, allowing Sora access to his room and offered to hold the bag's of food. Sora was marveled. Everything was so...Dark. Remorse and obscurity dulled into the heavy details of the room. Yes, it was night out, but moonbeams could barely escape through the cracks of the blinds, flooding onto the black carpeting. Sora himself was illuminating in the black room. The furniture was leather, black. Grave and sad, it laced into the wounds of the room. Stitching it up, to form this.. Gloomy appearance.

He was inhaling the sadness like a disease. It whirled in his lungs, sickness, though pleasant. Gorgeous, like a disaster. In it's own hideous and unsolved way, Sora felt attracted to the room. It was almost like a resemblance of Riku himself. Velvet were the curtains, the heavy, heavy drapes, which framed most of the room, giving it such a strange taste. Anything furniture wise, like tables and cabinets or cocktail tables, were either glass or granite. Any wood was dark, dark cherry. Hauntingly delicious.

And Sora seemed like an angel. Shimmering in his splendor within Riku's chaos. He grinned, but kept his obsession to himself.

I sleep with one eye open so I can
see you breathing

I sleep with one eye open
I follow your chest home
Until I,

So I can see you breathing
I can see you,

I can hear you breathe in

Exhale..

"So, what did your brother make?" Riku asked, bringing Sora from his day dream.

"Oh. Um. Just.." He took one more oblivious glance around before setting his eyes on Riku, "Just some Italian cuisines.."

Riku quirked a brow at that, "So. You're from France.. But you cook Italian?"

Sora laughed a little at that, dimples showing. "He likes to change it up again. B...Besides" He said, eyes gleaming, "In America, don't you have all kinds of food?"

Riku nodded, "Yep. All kinds."

XX

It was late now. During the meal, Riku had said time and time again how wonderful it was, which caused Sora's lips to part into smiles all the time. They talked few at first, but then, as the wine began to settle away, surf deep in Sora's veins, the talking became more wondrous and detailed. And all the while Riku watched with admiration, in awe at the boy before him. He must admit, he was diving deeper into the brunette's likeness. Loveliness. Dedication, there was none. But he would do anything for him, Riku already knew that. Because he knew very well that if Sora were to leave forever..

Riku might not make it.

Pretty mouth. Pretty eyes. Pretty heart. Sora was gorgeous, with his sane observations and clues toward intoxication to the outside. He was disastrous, alluring. He was unbelievably tempting, and so, so innocent to his own self. To his own being. Riku wondered how that was even possible.. But not for long. Because when Sora gave a sudden choppy laugh, Riku fell into his charm again. Even if Sora wasn't trying to.. Riku felt that he might, very well.. love Sora.

He was falling. Hard.

But now, as it was late, Sora was asleep. Chest rising and falling to his soft breaths, through his plump lips, which Riku so adored. He traced them with his fingers, his smile softening. He wasn't quite sure how or why Sora was on his lap, for the poor boy was drunk beyond belief, but it was…relaxing. To hear His heartbeat. His glorious, hideous heartbeat. The very fragment which kept Sora and Riku from being the same. Which kept Riku from starting a normal life with him... No secrets. Secrets don't make friends—Lies do.

I'm outside of your window
With my radio

So I can see you breathing
I'm outside of your window
with my radio

So I can see you breathing
I'm outside of your window

One eye open
with my radio

So I can see you breathing

He sighed at his own stubbornness, which he had come to recognize not quite so easily. He ran his fingers through the boy's dark hair. He'd already called this "Cloud", who should be here soon. Sora couldn't stay here. No.. Not without concern and curiosity rising. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to sleep on the bed alone. I have to sleep in my coffin." Riku snorted at that. But it's what would have happened, too, though. Which was a pity. He knew he'd eventually have to tell the brunette if he wanted Sora to stay with him. Or else Sora would find out on his own, which is something Riku definitely doesn't want.

He growled lightly, cradling the boy in his arms and sitting him upright on the couch, so suspicion wouldn't run through Sora's brother's mind when he walked through the door. Which was open, because Riku felt like it. He needed the cool air to free his head. And...Well, windows weren't an option. They had never been opened, and Riku planned to keep it that way. However, when Riku set the boy down, something caught his eye when a flash of skin appeared on his back. Now, it wasn't just the flesh..

There was something.. About it. Something.. Mutant. Not right. Taking his chances, he rested the slumbering boy on his tummy, and peaked the little jacket up, and stood horrified. Bruises, scars. They tainted his flesh. Blending the normal peach, to white. Lashing, grievous marks, shading his skin. No. These.. Such sins should never paint his angel this way. This was against nature, this was against morals.. His arms, his arms, too! Bruises. Scars. Discord anchored in the room.

Terror and angst, these wounds were. Bullshit. He hated this. This.. This staining. It spoiled his innocence, it redefined they very order of everything. Sora was.. Too beautiful to sew a mask onto his face. To hide such horrible, horrible things. From everyone. To innocently lie. To..

Something else caught his eye, but this wasn't on Sora. It was at the doorway. The famous "Cloud" Sora always kept referring to. Standing there, in all his glory, with disheveled blonde hair and a tight body. And those dark blue eyes Sora cried on about. But distaste fell upon his features, and Riku shot him a look. The man stood in the door frame, leaning against one side. He sighed and shook his head, running fingers through his hair.

"I suppose.. Sora didn't tell you everything about our father.."

I'm outside of your window with my radio
You are the only station
You play the song I know
You are the song I know

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