Sorry everyone. It's been a very long time but I have school now. I can't believe those teachers. Well, anyway, I have a little decision I would like all of you to help me make. I don't know if I should have Riku be the uke. Tell me, would any of you like Sora as a seme? I haven't read one yet like that so I wonder if I should. For me, I could picture them either way. There's no particular for me since they're both the same gender. I wonder how many will disagree with me. Anyway, thanks.

Love Is Blind

Chapter Thirteen

Not one day had Sora felt completely happy since Riku had been acting strangely. Somehow a miserable feeling lingered in his heart and he couldn't escape from it. It was horrible to see Sora becoming depressed in his own way. He didn't smile as much, that's for sure. Those strange but beautiful smiles Sora often gave to the world was gone now, only forced smiles but then even they were seldom. Some times he wanted to stay in bed because there was nothing outside for him to look forward to. Of course, his friends were there, and Riku would be there too but there was something missing in these days. The feeling of happiness felt like it had disappeared for centuries and might never come back.

There were also times when Sora felt angry towards Riku. Why had the silver-haired teen changed so much? What was it that made Riku like this? And maybe above all his questions and wonders, Sora found one that aggravated him the most, and it was the one that troubled his mind most of the time. Why does Riku go to the other side of the island so much? What does he do there? Sora had concluded that Ansem was a part of something and that only made him even more disturbed. There was also a mixture of jealousy too. He had lost a best friend and to who? To a stranger whose eyes could probably pass for a cat's in the nightmare. For all Sora knew, Ansem could be dangerous. He has never seen Riku physically hurt so there was no proof. But there was still no doubt that this man was dangerous. Plus, Sora didn't like him from the start, and swore he never will. There was no way he could possibly like someone who took Riku away from him.

Sighing, Sora turned his body so that he lay on his side, trying to conceal himself in bed. He didn't want to wake up. He felt much better asleep. Not caring about anything in his sleep, he didn't feel anything. It was much better this way. The misery couldn't get to him in his sleep...yet.

"Hey, Sora," came a gentle voice from the other side of the door. Sora only looked up from his pillow, still unwilling to move. "Honey, you haven't woken up yet? You should be down here by now. Your breakfast is on the table. And didn't you say that you were spending time with Kairi today?" Sora's mother stated gently, wondering in her active mind what was wrong with her usually so full-of-life son.

Sora sighed heavily, "Okay." That made his mother walk away from the door for the boy could hear the footsteps becoming distant and then gone. Sitting up, Sora rubbed his eyes. He still felt like he needed more rest.

But finally Sora was sitting o the edge of the bed, lingering. His body felt heavy and thus he didn't' want to move. Yet, after a minute he forced himself to. Getting up, he felt his whole body weighing heavily on his feet. His vision blurred and his head throbbed for a moment. Sora considered using this as an excuse to stay in bed but knows it would be gone within seconds. This happened to him before, often standing up too fast and feeling dizzy and wobbly. But all those other times, Riku was there to steady him, to give him a hand so the brown-haired boy would not fall. Now, Riku wads not here. Now, Riku was not the same. Sora could not stop the abundance of loss in his heart. Was there a chance he could go back in time and fix what-ever had been wrong? But even if that was possible the blue-eyes teen still couldn't reason out a cause. Was it his birthday gift to Riku? No, how could that be? Maybe if they hadn't gone snooping on other side of the island? Maybe if they didn't meet Ansem? Could that be it?

Poor boy still didn't know it was because of his confession to Riku about Kairi that started it. Guess, it was too much for his cute little head to pick up on. Poor Sora, and poor Riku for his love was still unrecognized.

Bitterly, Sora walked out of the room and into the shower, hoping the water would give him comfort. It might have but when the boy turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, any source of solace was gone. Sighing, Sora dried himself, his movements slow with no energy on his face. He went back to his room to dress with a large towel around his waist. He picked out his usual clothes, but as he put them on he didn't feel as proud of them as he did so long before. And he didn't bother combing his hair so now it looked messier than usual. But it doesn't matter, after all, there was no one to look at him anyway.

Downstairs, he found his mother in the kitchen washing the dishes. Sora's father had already left. "Dear, are you not feeling good?" asked the mother.

Sora considered this for a moment and said, "No." Then he sat down and poked at his pancakes which were already cold.

"You want me to microwave it?" his mother suggested, her focus not moving from her dishes.

"It's 'kay," Sora replied. Then he put some syrup on it, and with a large silver fork he sliced a piece to put in his mouth. The second the pancake was in his mouth he disliked it. It was not the pancake for his mother was a good cook. It was the syrup, something was different in the taste and he didn't like it. Well, he never liked syrup that much but this tasted worse. He didn't want to eat it anymore because of the taste so he set the fork down. "Mother, I'm going," he announced.

Sora's mother turned her head to look at her son and then at the barely touched plate. "What about your breakfast?" she asked.

"I'm not that hungry," Sora said. It was the truth. Then he proceeded to walk out the door. His mother didn't say a word to stop him.

Walking slowly, Sora felt like there was nothing to do. He didn't want to do this and he didn't want to do that. He didn't even want to see his friends. There was nothing interesting these days. But when Sora neared his friends, the first thing he noticed was that Riku was there and then secondly he saw some unfamiliar characters.

He spotted four characters, each looking very descriptive from the other. There was a blond, and all the other three were brunets, two male, and two female. The female with long hair had on a long pink dress and yellow wrists bands. The other with short hair looked considerably like a ninja. The two men both carried a powerful looking sword. It was needless to say that all four of them are not natives; they looked as if they were from another world. They looked mature, strong, and wise. And they seem to be friendly considering that Sora's friends were smiling at them, their lips moving as if having a really good conversation. Sora was not in earshot of the things they were saying but their expression was pleasant. He walked slowly over.

This one's so boring, I know. I'm sorry. I really wish I could come up with something better. But this one shows how sad Sora is. And the story is coming to an end. I hope...