My Naïve Obsession
Author's note: Thanks to all the lovely reviewers who read this story; I'm really sorry for all the grammar and spelling mistakes, and missed out words. I'll correct everything on chapter one after I'm finished with chapter two because I just had a massive shock of inspiration. Now, a warning for anyone who hasn't gotten to Neverland yet on the game; this chapter will contain hints from that section in Kingdom Hearts. Not extreme spoilers, but it just includes something that was involved in that world.
To Cloaked Vampire: Yes, Kairi is a bitch, but as a miniature spoiler for you, Kairi won't be such a bitch as often as she is in chapter one. I mean, if she was then Sora would have guessed by now that she has been purposely irritating Riku. So watch out for her changes in character and role. Thanks for being my first reviewer!
To Vixyfox: Why, thank you. Hope you enjoy the next chapter. Well, I updated as soon as I could; is this soon enough for you, mon/ma compain(e)? If you know better French than I do (which would be easy since I only know a few sentences), would you mind telling me if I got that right?
To SexySpoonsWillRuleUsAll: Thank you! I feel really sorry for Riku, too, and I feel kind of bad for what I'm doing to him in this story. But no worries; things will get better for him eventually. First, though, sadly, things will have to get worse for him. Thanks for your review and I hope you like chapter two.
To Sapphire Fayth: Yay! Thanks, Freya-chan! –catches muffin and swallows it whole– Mm, my treat of the day. Thanks for the review, friendy friend. Sorry to say that this slash fiction will remain one-sided for a while, until our favourite silver haired boy has his plan in motion, hopefully. Then again, no one (not even me at the moment) knows what the outcome will be. Let's hope it's good!
To make more! melikies: Thanks! Haha, yeah, I liked that part too. I was actually snickering while I was typing it. Yeah, the language thing between Riku and Kairi is quite hilarious, and it's amazing that no one's noticed any tension between the two yet. Thanks again for your review!
Well, I'm happy again now. And now I'm relieved because I'm getting more ideas for this story as it goes along. At first I thought it would only be roughly two-to-three chapters long, but maybe it will get longer as more inspiration comes my way. So now I'm very, very happy. This next chapter was also influenced by scenes in the game, the document I mentioned in my last note, and Join Me by HIM.
Oh, and some things in opinions from the characters might be offensive to celebrities, rock bands and Michael Jackson. As a note of confirmation; I have nothing against most of the celebrities, rock bands or anything else mentioned in this fan-fiction. And Michael Jackson is probably one of my number one singers since I was ten, so just in case Madonna or someone else mentioned in this fan-fiction manages to read this I'd just like them to know it's the characters' opinions, not mine.
Bad news, though: this chapter is a little shorter than the first. Sorry about that.
Chapter Two
And I hope you feel the same
Fifth lesson was Art, and Riku was sitting next to Sora and, for once, Kairi wasn't in the same class as them. Riku had taken Art because he had quite a talent when it came to sketching real life objects and people and so, he decided to turn his talent into a hobby, which soon became a habit. He was almost obsessed with drawing once he reached the age of fifteen and would get mild with-drawls if he didn't draw anything in a day. He particularly liked to sketch Sora because he had gained an instant fixation with the brunette and found every detail in his appearance to be near perfection.
Sora wasn't as talented as Riku, at all. In fact, the most creative piece of artwork that he's ever created was that rough sketch he drawn of Kairi when they weren't even ten, and that wasn't exactly the most appealing picture a person could look at. Even Kairi's sketch of the brunette had been more attractive, but Riku would never admit that. The brunette had been trying to do a sketch with a regular pencil, and the frustrated look on his face definitely proved it wasn't going well.
'Ugh, why won't this stupid pencil work properly?' Sora muttered through gritted teeth, brushing his chestnut locks out of his eyes, sweat slightly matting them to his forehead, and his clear blue eyes seemed to dilate slightly in slight irritation and rapture. Riku, who couldn't keep his eyes of his frustrated best friend, found the other boy's movements quite erotic and struggled to keep himself from blushing.
'Maybe that's because it's blunt.' Riku replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes, trying to cover up the blush he had moments before by thinking unnecessary thoughts about the brunette and added a grin to make Sora feel like Riku knew something the younger boy didn't know, and that he would have to pry it from the other boy to find out. Sora scowled and attempted to glare at Riku, but it only game out as an irritated looking pout, and wiped his locks away from his eyes once more
'Hah, hah,' Sora sighed through gritted teeth so it sounded like a low hiss, 'you know, I preferred it when you were pissed, at least then you weren't frustrating me.' He reached out for a sharpener and attempted to sharpen the blunt pencil until a piece of the lead fell out. He then cursed quietly and reached out for another, sharper pencil.
'Why, Sora, I never knew you felt that way about me!' Riku mocked delighted surprised and got a rubber thrown at him as Sora's reply. 'And I thought you were against swearing? What now; are you going to run up and down the school naked and say… fuck me, you fucking fucked up sons of bitches, you little uncle-fucking shit-heads, fuck me?' he questioned with an amused smirk on his face.
He noticed that Sora had physically twitched when Riku swore at least five times in one sentence. 'Actually, I'm only swearing because they are no younger listeners nearby to suddenly accidentally eavesdrop on our conversation; and everyone in this class know more swearwords than even you.' Sora scorned as he continued drawing.
'Who says they listen accidentally? Maybe they're doing on purpose because they secretly want to know what the elder kids discuss while eating French fries at the cafeteria,' he chuckled, 'or maybe they want to overhear useful information; like if we're secretly drugged up man-whores who plan to dope up the cafeteria menu.' He started laughing loudly at this. 'It's all a conspiracy, Sora! Watch your back, kiddo!'
Sora glanced at him with disbelief and surprise at his friend's statement, 'You know… you just opened my eyes and made me realise that…' he trailed off, a small smile forming on his face, '… you're a real idiot!' he announced as he swatted Riku's head gently, making sure not to injure the older boy. Riku laughed and mocked hurt with a coy grin, whining the words, 'oh, my head! I think you've broken it!'
'Riku, not even a steel mallet could bruise that old melon of yours,' he answered at the boy's whines of false pain and stuck out his tongue childishly. Riku pouted and chuckled quietly, returning his attention to his drawing: he, instead of Sora who was attempting to get his work right, was having no problems with his sketch. He had decided, despite his earlier thoughts, that he would draw the brunette next to him, after all, because it was only a matter of time before the younger boy was gone from his life for good. He was just finishing off the rough version when Sora had decided to look over his shoulder.
'Hey, that's really good. Hah, it's me! Cool! Oh, man, I think you even managed to make me look a little younger; I can't remember the last time my skin was that clean.' Sora complimented with a chuckle. 'Forget anti-aging creams; if you want to look a few years more youthful, go to Riku because his sketches will take years off your appearance!' he announced with a cheeky grin as Riku hit him lightly on the arm.
'Quiet, you, you're ruining my focus.' The silver haired boy hissed back jokingly as he continued to do the remaining details of his work. 'Hmm, colouring pencils or paint?' he mused to himself as he glanced back to his artwork. After a moment, he decided he was going to use the colouring pencils because it was just a rough sketch; it wasn't like the Professor of Arts was going to appear behind him and gaze upon his drawing with great admiration and approval.
'Fuck, where are my colouring pencils?' Riku cursed to himself quietly, Sora had all ready restarted frustrating over his piece of artwork and wasn't paying too much attention to Riku's anymore, as he pawed through his art pencils, fuming silently. He sighed to himself after a few more seconds of rummaging through his art equipment, 'No matter. I can use my shading ones… I needed to work on my shading, anyway.'
He started with the basic shade; a light shading pencil would do for Sora's lightly tanned, almost vanilla coloured, skin and a little shade darker would do for his brown hair, which the real Sora was currently re-attempting to get out of his eyes. And perhaps an even darker shade for the younger boy's present dark green shirt; and then the darkest shade for his black baggy pants. Near the end of his masterpiece, Riku had been colouring in the shoes (he had decided a lighter shade for Sora's now light grey shoes with the little bits of black at the bottom, front and side) when he had decided that he could call his new artwork the anti-Sora.
'Won't you die tonight for love? Baby, join me in death…' these sung words echoed in Riku's mind as he lay on his bed, taking the occasional drag from his cigarette. He wasn't an addict, but he did have a few puffs from a cigarette once in a while; probably one cigarette a week at the most as a stress relief. He was no risk at dying any time soon, since the main lung cancer targets were long term chain smokers rather than the once-or-twice-a-fortnight smoker.
'Won't you die? Baby, join me in death…' Riku murmured in unison as Ville Valo's voice filled the room through a stereo, taking another drag from his cigarette. He exhaled the toxic smoke with relaxed ease; since he didn't smoke so often he wouldn't choke too easily on the poisonous gas as he breathed it out again. For some reason, that song made him think of his earlier, and some more recent, memories of him and Sora; when everything was all right and made sense. And for a change, Kairi wasn't around to interrupt the moments they shared.
He remembered when he first started getting into depressive music like HIM, Hawthorne Heights and other bands, some being heavy metal, some being labelled 'emo music', and Sora wasn't too happy when he found out. 'Riku! It'll make you depressed and you'll be brainwashed into slitting your wrists like what it hints out in Cemetery Drive by My Chemical Romance!' the brunette had scorned at the time, but since Riku had all ready taken a great liking to that genre, he decided to leave it; but that didn't stop him from checking up on Riku's arms every day to make sure they haven't been slashed open yet.
However, Sora was in no position to pester Riku about the older boy's choice in music. The brunette, himself, was very fond of The Used which Riku had claimed to be a light-hearted version of 'emo', and that comment had caused Sora to glare at him (which funnily enough looked more like a pout) for the rest of the day until almost straight after school, he was overjoyed and bouncy and glad to talk to his friend again. Even so, The Used was still considered a wannabe emo band to him.
'Won't you die tonight for love? Baby, join me in death…' the deep, bittersweet voice continued to drown the room in its echo. Riku inhaled and exhaled the toxic smoke from his cigarette once more before stubbing the cigarette on a photograph of him, Sora and Kairi, accidentally intentionally burning her picture from the photograph. He really couldn't stand her being around anymore; he had to get his plan running soon or Sora was going to be deflowered by that little demon. It was Thursday, so Riku now had just under nine days left.
'Join me in death…' Riku repeated hazily after Ville sang the last line of the song. Sora wouldn't lose his virginity to Kairi; not while Riku was still alive to stop it from happening. He would have to work on his plan soon; Friday would be a good day to start it off, eight days left. Riku sighed and placed his arms lazily behind his head, letting himself be overcome by the inky darkness that many had named 'sleep.'
'Here's a llama, there's a llama, and another little llama, fuzzy llama, funny llama, llama, llama duck,' Sora's alarm clock screeched throughout the house, Friday morning. Sora mumbled and turned over in his sleep, covering the other side of his head with a pillow. He recalled when he and Riku were browsing on the internet and they found the flash-clip that was labelled 'Llama Song.' Sora had instantly loved the song after the first ten times he heard it. Riku, on the other hand, was all ready fed up on the first round. Once was more than enough for Riku; for Sora, even sixty times wasn't enough. The younger boy even wanted it as a customized alarm tune.
'You're going to regret it, you know,' Riku had warned him, 'you're going to get sick of it after you listen to it for the first three months.' But Sora had saved his note of caution away, saying he would never get tired of the Llama Song. A little over two weeks had passed since then, and right now Sora was half-tempted to throw his extra pillow at the clock, hoping it would break and the tune would end. He wasn't going to be a happy chap once his also customised 'Badger, Badger, Badger' tune came on.
'Sora, you lazy bum, get up! And turn that freaking alarm clock off, or I'm going to break it, it's driving me mad!' the voice of Sora's mother reflected up the stairs and into the teenage brunette's room. Sora winced as the tune continued to shriek over and over again, and then after a few moments, he swatted the alarm clock onto the floor which then banged against the carpet and the batteries fell out. Sora scowled at the slightly broken device and then looked up to see his mother was standing in the doorway, looking at him as though he had just changed form.
'How about five more minutes, Mom? I think I might be coming down with something…' Sora stated offhandedly as his mother nodded numbly at him in reply.
Five more minutes did pass, and Sora still wasn't feeling too cheerful. He had emerged from the comfort of his bed twenty seconds before and he was now preparing to shower, after having to fix his alarm clock again before his mother knew the exact amount of damage. He sighed once he got into the shower, overwhelmed by the warmth he hadn't felt in, what he guessed as, forever. He shuddered slightly, only starting to get adapted to the water when he had to turn it off again. After all, he had to go to school to see Riku… and Kairi.
He quickly got dried and dressed, and then ran down the stairs, once again hyperactive and eager to start the day. His mother was right; showers did help a moody person feel optimistic again. He just hoped she was as right about bananas; Sora had a tendency of getting freaked out by bananas after Kairi whispered to him what they would symbolise in slang terms. He had been blushing for at least two hours that day, protesting that any decent person wouldn't have given the word 'banana' such a perverted meaning. Kairi had only raised an eyebrow at him, asking, 'Who said they were a decent person in the first place?'
'Hiya, Mom!' Sora chirped as he bounced into the kitchen, startling his mother slightly who smiled in response. She, herself, was amazed that even when Sora was in a bad mood, like he was earlier that morning, he managed to instantly be his optimistic, happy self within no time. 'What's for breakfast?' Sora as he half-bounced into his seat at the breakfast table. Yukio smiled at her son endearingly, admiring the sixteen year old's innocence, and pulled out a plate of freshly made pancakes.
'Pancakes; only the best breakfast for the best son!' Yukio teased as she ruffled her son's hair and kissed his cheek, placing the hot plate in front of Sora who couldn't bear to keep his eyes off the pancakes. He winced slightly and rubbed his cheek hastily with the back of his hand, adding a silent, 'Ew, cooties,' with it.
'Aw, Mom!' he whined as he restyled his hair to its natural messiness. Yukio, at the most, had probably just made it slightly tidier than it usually was by messing it up. 'You know, in a few years' time, I won't be here anymore so you can't mess my hair up like you usually do!' he announced defiantly, as though expecting his mother to back off after he made that statement. Sadly for him, that's not the reaction he got.
'Actually, in one year, Sora. Your birthday's coming soon, and then at the end of summer, you'll be going off to college and I'll never see you again!' she replied dramatically, almost on the verge of tears. 'Well… that is, until you pick up the phone.' She added with a slightly cheeky grin as an almost apology for her previous exaggeration. Sora sighed and returned his attention to his breakfast.
'You win,' he admitted sullenly, 'but hey, doesn't college sound cool? Late nights, going out for a drink with the guys, messing around with girls…' he trailed off with a grin, still trying to surprise his mother who shook her head, smiling at Sora's attempt at scaring her or making her worry about her son's future actions.
'Honey, the latest night you ever had was at ten o'clock, and you still woke up at one o'clock in the afternoon; the hardest drink you've ever had was that over-shook root-beer which you vowed never to drink again unless it was still; and girls? The only girl you'd mess around with would be Kairi, and I doubt that anything exciting will sprout from that any time soon, judging by your 'oh so alluring' ways…' she drawled.
Sora pouted, 'So sue me for not being a hormonal twat and just wanting to spend quality time with my girlfriend,' he fumed, 'and a good night's sleep never hurt anyone… and that root beer was out to get me! You should have seen the look it gave me, it was saying 'Sora, I'm going to spray you with a hell of a load of fizz and so you'll wake up with a sugar-induced hangover!'' he exclaimed, waving his arms frantically to prove his point. Yukio rolled her eyes and smiled.
'Uh huh, and Prince Albert really does live in our toilet… ('He does!' Sora yelped in surprise, his eyes dilating in shock) but anyway, your bus is here. So, go, go now before Kairi decides she wants to stay a virgin forever!' she joked, earning a glare from Sora, which she laughed heartedly at, 'Love you, son!' she called out as Sora left through the door and practically leaped into the bus.
'So, did you study for the History test today?' Kairi asked, forcing Sora out of his thoughts as he blinked in confusion before remembering where he was. He glanced at Kairi, disbelievingly before smiling slightly.
'Would you believe me if I said I did?' he asked with a grin, and Kairi laughed.
'Not even if you paid me.' She replied as she hugged the brunette, still giggling slightly, and kissed him on the cheek. Sora smiled and glanced around. Where the hell is Riku? He wondered to himself as he noticed the older boy was nowhere in sight.
As if on cue, Riku wandered into the classroom, mumbling words of apology to the teacher who nodded in understanding before dismissing him to his seat. 'Hey, how come you're late this time?' Sora teased with a grin. Riku smiled and laughed at the brunette's unsaid joke.
'I had to finish off my portrait because the teacher wanted to see the finished result,' he explained offhandedly, 'she seemed pretty pleased by it. Said she wants me to be in her class again next year.' Sora smiled at him and hugged the silver haired boy in delight of his best friend's success.
'That's my Riku! You show them!' he cheered, grinning broadly. Riku chuckled and ruffled Sora's all ready messed up hair with a smile. 'Oy, my mother all ready did that this morning. I don't need you doing that, too!' he protested with a pout, and then grinned again, not really phased by Riku's gesture.
'I agree,' Kairi spoke up, alerting both boys; causing them to turn to face her, 'well done, Riku. I always knew you could do it. Not long until your work has its own section in the National Art Gallery,' she smiled at him and touched his hand supportively, 'Really, I'm so happy for you, if not a little jealous.' She added with her smile still lingering on her face. It was the same smile she had reserved for Sora.
'Thanks,' Riku replied cautiously, 'Kairi.' He smiled back at her and for a few minutes, a spark had lit between them. Sora, however, who was focusing on his latest classroom-doodle didn't seem to notice. Little did they all know, something major was going to happen from them on.