Author's Note: So here it is, the long awaited Part Twoof Fairytale Ending. This ending might be just as evil as the last – well, not quite, but close. Enjoy! Oh – P.S: This part is in Sora's point of view.

P.S.S: The link to the extended, slightly more. . .adult. . .version of this can be found in my profile.

Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

Part Two: Big Bad Wolf

When Riku asked me if I still loved him, I stopped breathing, and I'm pretty sure my heart skipped several thousand beats. I froze. We're talking absolute zero. As he sat there waiting for my answer I felt awful for hesitating like I did, but I couldn't help it. For a good while I couldn't bring myself to say anything, and it was probably the worst few minutes of both of our lives. I was silent, and Riku. . .

Well, for the first time in almost sixteen years, Riku was crying. He'll never admit to anyone, but I know he was, and it was because of me. My silence was making him cry. But it wasn't really my fault. The question had been so unexpected, and so it took me a while to voice my answer.

I fall backwards onto the soft grass, which is damp from the rain that was falling when I walked here. After I'd answered Riku's question, I'd decided it would be nice to go somewhere else and be alone for a bit to think, or reflect, or. . .I'm not really sure why I'm here. I do, however, know that I never intended to end up at the playground where Riku and I first met, during my first year of preschool – where we grew up together before we were off to high school to finally realize that no, it wasn't normal for male friends to snuggle up to each other when they sat together, that it wasn't just because our friendship was so strong that we did things 'normal' friends would never dream of doing, that we loved each other.

I still can't believe that Riku asked me if I still love him. I know I was being distant and unaffectionate, but I still hadn't expected the question. Riku always trusted and believed in me so blindly. Where I was concerned, there was never any doubt in his mind that what I said was the truth, that I was good and pure and kind and that my affections were true as well as my words. I never expected him to do anything else. In the last few weeks he'd showed no sign of doubting my affections. Not until he actually came out and asked me.

"Sora, do you still love me?"

Even now I can't stop thinking about that question, or how I answered it. After long minutes of silence, I'd finally answered, looking away just in case he turned towards me with tear-filled eyes. I'd seen him cry only once before, when his mother died, and I never want to see it again. Riku is a tall, proud, smirking, beautiful being, but despite all this he is so very fragile, and when he breaks it's frightening, but fascinating, like when sunlight gets trapped in shards of glass, dancing enticingly amongst the deadly remnants of whatever had been pushed over the edge to shatter and die.

I turn onto my side, letting out a long sigh, disturbing the blades of grass near me. My fists clench and I screw my eyes shut, fighting back tears. I hate that I made him cry, and I hate that I can't stop thinking about those awful minutes before I answered his question.

I hate the way his hands felt so awkward and cold against my skin. I hate how I wasn't able to look him in the eye. I hate the strangled sound of his voice as he asked the question I took too long to answer. I hate the soft, stifled sobs Riku tried to hide from me. I hate the way I answered him

"I don't know." I'd said, refusing to watch as he stood and walked away.

But that's all I could have said. I am completely incapable of lying to my Riku, who really isn't mine anymore. I couldn't lie and say 'yes', and even 'no' would have been a lie. I really don't know if I love him anymore.

'I don't know,' in a way, is worse than 'no.' Riku deserves some sort of finality, but I can't give that to him.

There's a noise in the woods to my left, but I don't bother to look. It's most likely some teenagers who were off smoking pot – there's a tree house in the woods here. Riku and I built it one weekend, long ago. Going into the woods was always such an adventure back in elementary school, and we built the house as a sort of safe haven from the monsters we once imagined to be lurking behind the trees.

Nowadays it's a drug den and a sex lair.

Footsteps squish softly in the muddy field, and, oddly enough, it's only one pair, and they're heading my way. I listen to the soft 'sploosh' of their approach until they stop and I can feel eyes being dragged over my frame.

And again I freeze, knowing for a fact that I can't turn and look at the big bad wolf that has stalked out of the memory enchanted woods. Besides, I don't need to. I know that gaze that passes over me. I shiver under its bright eyes every time it rakes over my body, burning my flesh in a way I used to find exciting and alluring, in a way that now makes me hold my breath out of nervousness.

For a long moment I wait for the wolf to pad away and leave me be, pray for a knight in shining armor to whisk me away to safety. But that won't happen – my wolf and my knight are one in the same, and I can't tell which one to believe, can't tell if I'll end up in the belly of the beast or the arms of a hero.

Finally, I turn to see whether he has left, for his eyes have abandoned me, but instead I find that he has merely turned away from me. His head hangs, rumpled silver hair falling gracefully across his shoulders. I am tempted to call out to him, half wishing that he will then run over and hold me, but I will not, because part of me knows that I only wish this for Riku's sake, and not my own. I don't know whether or not I still love him, but I do know that I still care for him as a friend, at the very least, and I still want him to be happy.

Riku will only be happy with me, but I cannot lie to him. If I run to him and bury my hands in his hair and tell him we'll live happily ever after, it will be a lie. I will not lie to him, not ever. I think I owe him at least that much – Riku has always been there for me.

Always. . .I think that 'always' is the problem. It has always been me and him. It doesn't work like that, you don't find your soul-mate in preschool. Stuff like that only happens in fairy tales, and fairy tales are barely more than lies.

I try to turn away from Riku again, but he turns first, looking as though he's trying to decide something in the split second before his expression is wiped away and replaced by that mask he likes to think he's hiding behind. He doesn't know, but it doesn't work for me, his eyes give it all away. Fairy-tale eyes, I used to call them – bright and beautiful and bewitching.

I can't look away. I'm trying so hard to do so, but I just can't and I begin to tremble. His eyes are holding mine, and all I can think about is that wolves can sense fear.

"I didn't expect to find you here." He says softly, squelching towards me with his fairy-tale gaze.

My, what beautiful eyes you have!

"I didn't expect to be here." I whisper as he sits beside me, studying me.

The better to see you with, my dear.

"Sora." He sighs.

"Riku." I reply, perhaps merely for old time's sake, or maybe for his.

Riku reaches over and pulls me toward him. I'm covered in mud, but he doesn't care. He rubs his cheek against mine and wraps his fingers in my hair and whispers my name over and over. It's as if he's putting a spell on me – which is a possibility, because although I know I should pull away, I find myself pushing against him, wrapping my arms about his waist as he wraps his about mine.

My, what strong, warm arms you have!

In a way, I think I need this.

The better to hold you with, my dear.

"Sora, tell me you love me," he whispers, breath tickling my neck, where he has buried his face.

"I can't," I say.

"Then tell me you don't."

"I can't."

Riku groans and falls forward, pushing me back into the mud. He still holds me, and I still hold him. He looks down at me with fairy-tale eyes and smiles sadly.

My, what soft lips you have!

And that's it. I know now, that no matter what happens here on the edge of the enchanted forest, when I get back to the house I stopped calling home long ago, I will pack my things, and I will leave.

The better to kiss you with, my dear.