Author's note: I am so sorry this chapter took so long. Stuff just came up, like exams for a week and got stuck when it came to writing. But here it is finally… yay!

News… I got me a beta-reader now, Amai Kimochi, and now I have become a very lazy writer… but oh well, I am so thankful.

I tried to get this out to you all yesterday, my birthday, but things came up and that wasn't possible so now it is like my valentine's day present to you all.

Oh and thank you all for the reviews I love them... oh wow 68 reviews, that is a lot... I am glad you all like my story!

Disclaimers: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

Warnings: Nothing too bad, there is a little bit of revealed chests and implications of masturbation… and lots of staring at Sora….


The week had gone by in a blur and Sora couldn't remember anything he had learned at school or anything that had happened during the four days that had passed. He was in a sort of haze throughout the four days, not really paying attention to anything around him; he was just so excited for Friday. On Thursday he had a test that he didn't know about (well did, but just forgot) and he wasn't looking forward to the results of that test.

Sora constantly imagined different scenarios and possible occurrences in his head of what might happen Friday, trying to figure out what it would be like and what he should do. Different types of clubs, different types of people and drinks as well. It was going to be so much fun.

During the four days, he hadn't gotten a chance to call Cloud at all, mostly because he was going by routine. His mind was gone and his body was moving on its own. He didn't even really see Riku, other than at school. His parents got angry with him for not doing his homework, but finally said that turning 18 was a big thing so they understood.

When Friday rolled around Sora was gone; he was a mess. Giggling excitedly to himself in classes and not able to sit still for a moment, he was lucky none of his teachers got angry with him or sent him to the office.

He was waiting by his locker for Riku after school to walk home, tapping his foot impatiently on the ground as he chewed his bottom lip. His eyes scanned the hall, looking for any sign of the silver haired boy. Sora was getting really impatient; he wanted to get home and start getting ready... Ok, that was it, he was sure he was a girl now. Wanting to get ready hours before going out was a girly thing, was it not?

"Hey Sora" the sound of his best friend's voice called out. In a couple seconds Riku appeared in front of him, a smile on his lips.

"Riku, am I a girl..." Sora asked out of the blue, a pout on his lips.

"Yes... now let's head home" his best friend replied laughing. Riku turned away from Sora and began walking towards the exit, the brown haired male following closely.

"But I don't want to be a girl, Riku..." Sora whined, still pouting and now pulling on the straps of his bag.

"Then first of all, stop pouting" Riku replied, not even needing to turn his head to know there was a pout on Sora's lips; it always seemed to be there. Pushing the heavy door to the school open, Riku stepped outside, Sora following quickly.

"But... I can't help it" he exclaimed as they headed towards the street.

"Then I guess if you can't fix that, you are going to be stuck as a girl..." Riku stated, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Shut up, Riku... you are supposed to make me feel better by saying I am manly..." Sora replied, putting his hands on his hips.

Riku burst into laughter, having to stop walking because he was laughing so hard. "You?... Manly? HA" That continued on for a good five minutes before Riku calmed down and straightened himself out, now faced with a very angry Sora. "I am sorry Sora, but no, you aren't manly... Not to say you aren't a guy... but you are a more of an effeminate guy."

"You really think that makes everything better Riku? You are still calling me a woman and being mean and not a very good friend on top of that" Sora huffed, crossing his arms indignantly.

"I am sorry, but it is true and who is taking you out tonight for your birthday…? Anyways Sora, I never said that it was a bad thing" Riku stated, beginning to walk again.

"Do you like the fact that I am girly" Sora asked softly, his anger quickly dissipating as he took up his spot beside Riku.

Riku remained quiet for a couple moments, seemingly thinking over what was supposed to be an innocent question. "Yeah, I guess..." he said quickly, at a length.

Sora briefly wondered why it had taken so long to reply, but didn't question it.

Within a couple minutes, they were in front of their houses, separating for a couple hours before joining up again later that night to head out to the club. Sora was going to go over to Riku's after supper and they were going to drive down from there. It was slightly surprising, hearing that Riku was going to be a DD, he wanted to have fun drinking with Riku, but maybe everything would still turn out fine.

Entering his house, Sora called a quick hello to his mother before going up to his room and dropping his school bag on the floor without a care. Immediately he went over to his closet.

"What to wear..." he mumbled softly to himself. It was at that point Sora realized he didn't have any club-worthy clothes... but then again, he didn't know what was club-worthy and what was not.

Taking a button down shirt out of his closet, Sora examined it. Maybe he should dress fancy? No, probably not.

Well, he didn't really have anything other than sweaters and t-shirts... maybe those would work? God, he needed help. If he was a girl, then he was a shitty one... he barely had any clothes.

Riku would know what to wear maybe Sora should call him.

Crawling over his bed, Sora grabbed his phone and dialed Riku's oh-so familiar phone number. He rolled onto his back as the phone continued ringing on the other end. Finally after six rings, Riku's mother picked up.

"Hello"

"Hi Mrs. Tachikawa, is Riku home" Sora asked politely.

"Yes he is Sora, just one sec."

Riku's mother didn't even need to ask who was speaking, that specific exchange had been their phone routine for so many years.

Sora waited patiently as he heard Riku's mother walk up the stairs and knock on her son's door. He heard a faint 'Riku, honey, phone', and a couple moments later a tired Riku picked up the phone.

"M'hello" he drawled quietly.

Sora could practically imagine Riku rubbing his eyes and yawning. "Did I wake you up, sleepy head"

"Yes, as a matter of fact you did, Sora... and I was having a nice dream too."

"Well, I am sorry Riku, but I need your help." Sora stated, lifting his free hand and lightly running it through his spiked hair. "Don't make fun of me... but I don't know what to wear..." He heard a slow laugh from the other end of the line and pouted. "Riku"

"I'm sorry... it is just you really are girly. Who cares what you wear" Riku replied.

"I have never been to a club before Riku, I don't know what I am supposed to wear"

"Oh, so you are all worried about that? Well, how about this: you dress in whatever you think is appropriate and then when you come over I will see what you chose and change what needs to be changed..." Riku suggested, yawning at the end of his sentences and talking rather slowly.

"Uhm... Ok, that works" Sora replied nodding his head.

"Alright, now can I get back to my nap? I will need all my energy for tonight..."

"Yeah, sure Riku. Have a nice rest, see you later" Sora stated. Hearing a faint 'bye' from Riku, Sora hung up the phone and set it back in the cradle.

Still lying on his bed, Sora tried his best to think of what people would wear to a club. He had seen movies with people going to clubs... like that horrible one... God, what was it called? Who knew, the only thing that is important is that the people in the movie went to a club. Sora seemed to remember people wearing skirts...

Wait, he wasn't going to wear a skirt. Closing his eyes, Sora tried to remember the movie. The main character had worn a muscle shirt... hadn't he? And jeans? No, maybe leather pants...

God, he couldn't remember. Why was getting ready to go out so hard? Why couldn't he just shrug and throw anything on...

Groaning and rolling over, Sora buried his head under a pillow. Maybe he should take a nap too, help pass the time and keep him from stressing out. Taking the pillow off his head, and inhaling a deep breath, Sora tried to relax.

After a couple moments, his mind started to wander as it usually did before he fell asleep. He started creating more scenarios in his head again, picturing what might happen at the club. Sora wondered if Riku would take him to a gay club, or a straight one... he didn't know if he would be comfortable at either. There would be random drunk strangers at both and he did want to come in contact with any of them. But then again, Riku would save him, protect him from all the weirdoes... wouldn't he?

Yeah, Riku would save him. Then they would go get drinks, chat and have fun... Maybe he could get Riku to teach him how to dance; he really didn't know how to. Faintly, Sora wondered if he would meet anyone there, like someone who he would be interested in... No he couldn't, what about him and Cloud? They were a couple. He wasn't going to be unfaithful.

Perhaps Cloud would be there... that would be great. Then Cloud could teach him how to dance, maybe dance more intimately...

Sora felt himself blush, a bulge growing in his pants as his mind created images in his head of his most recent thoughts. Shaking his head Sora tried to stop the thoughts. His mom was home, so trying to relieve tension was a little risqué... how embarrassing would it be if his mom caught him with his hand down his pants?

Pushing himself up off the bed, Sora paced around his room, trying to think of anything to get his mind off Cloud.

"Sora" he heard his mother call from the bottom of the stairs. "Can you come down here for a minute"

Wow, it was lucky he had decided to skip getting to know his hand better. Heading out of his room, Sora bounded down the stairs and went into the kitchen where his mom had moved to.

"Sora, honey, I was wondering what you would like for supper tonight, since it is your birthday" she asked, looking through the fridge at the same time.

"Uhm... I don't know... how about spaghetti" Sora suggested and his mother nodded.

Sora spent the time until dinner, which was at seven, talking with his mom. He told her all about their plans for that night, again, his excitement clearly audible in his voice. When supper had finally finished and he had put his dishes away, Sora headed up into his room.

Deciding it was pointless to try and put some type of outfit together, Sora went to his closet and closed his eyes. Reaching in, Sora pulled out a pair of old jeans that were far too big for him and a sweater with a hole in the side... He really needed new clothes.

Sighing, knowing very well Riku was going to wonder what ever possessed him to wear those clothes, he slowly pulled them on. Spending five minutes brushing his hair and teeth, Sora was out the door and across the lawn. He really didn't care what he looked like because he knew Riku was probably just going to laugh at him like he had done in the past and tell him to change.

Knocking loudly on the door, Sora waited for Riku to answer the door.

Finally, what seemed like ten minutes later, Riku opened the door. "Sora, hey; I was busy cleaning up. Come on in." Stepping out of the way, Riku let Sora into the house. "Are you cold, or something" Riku asked suddenly.

"Yeah, a bit. Why"

"Ok, so those are just to keep you warm" Riku stated, gesturing vaguely to Sora's clothing.

"Uhm... no" Sora replied slowly, picking at his clothing slightly. "This is what I picked out."

"Did you do that with the lights off, or with your eyes closed"

"Ugh, yeah... the second one" Sora replied sheepishly, slowly slipping his shoes off his feet.

Riku looked at his friend dubiously, wondering if he was serious. Well of course Sora was, this was Sora after all and when it came to stuff like closing eyes to pick out clothes, that wasn't very farfetched.

"Alright, follow me, we don't have that much time to waste standing here and looking like idiots" Riku said as he turned and began hopping up the stairs two at a time.

Following Riku upstairs into his bedroom, Sora shivered slightly as he entered the frigid room.

"Get those horrible clothes off" Riku stated, absently waving a hand back at Sora as he began to rummage through his closet packed full of clothes.

"But Riku... your room is freezing..." Sora whined, rubbing his arms with his hands as if to support the statement.

"Well either do it now, or when I am done and can watch" Riku replied, picking out a shirt and looking it over.

"What ever happened to changing in the bathroom" Sora asked simply, tilting his head curiously. Was there something wrong with the bathroom and he couldn't change in there?

"It is so far away and we don't have that much time to waste with constant trips to the bathroom... I don't know exactly what you would look best in" Riku mumbled as he put the shirt back. "Easier this way." He wasn't going to mention that he also wanted to see Sora almost completely naked. He hadn't been able to get the thought of seeing Sora out of his head for a while now...

Sighing, Sora started peeling off his clothes and piling them on the floor. Standing in his boxers, shivering, Sora looked over at Riku. The silver haired boy was still searching through his closet. Assuming he was nowhere near done searching, Sora moved over to Riku's bed. Throwing back the covers, Sora climbed onto the bed and buried himself under the sheets and comforter.

"Riku, your bed is so nice" he sighed happily, already feeling the warmth surrounding him.

"What" Riku asked, looking over his shoulder to spot Sora's spiky hair poking out from his comforter. "Sora... What are you doing"

"I'm cold" he proclaimed, squirming slightly under the covers.

Sighing, Riku threw a shirt at Sora's head. "Well, put that on."

Poking his head out, Sora spotted a mesh top on top of him. "What is it"

"What do you think? It's a shirt"

"Uhm... where's the rest of it... it has holes everywhere, I think you should throw it out" Sora stated sitting up straight, picking up the shirt, Sora looked through it. "Riku, I can see you, you aren't supposed to be able to see someone through a shirt" he added matter-of-factly.

"It is meant to be like that, now shut up and put it on" Riku sighed, Sora was just being so difficult.

"Alright, alright" Sora replied, completely unfazed. Lifting the shirt over his head, Sora slipped it over his body.

Looking over Sora in the shirt, Riku couldn't help but shake his head. "You put it on backwards... the black strip is supposed to be in front, covering your nipples" he replied, sighing once again. Though, he did like the shirt on Sora that way as well...

"Oh, oops..." Sora mumbled, quickly turning the shirt around, now noticing that the strip did actually cover him... though he still felt extremely naked. "Riku... can I wear something else, like a shirt or coat over top, I feel naked."

Riku shook his head quickly. "Nope, you look too good like that for you not to wear it."

"But it's my birthday! I should get to choose what I wear"

"If I let you do that, you would be putting that sweater back on, which also has a hole but you don't seem to mind..." Riku stated, slightly irked. He couldn't understand why Sora would be so against the mesh shirt; he looked really good in it.

Sora just pouted, not knowing what to say in reply.

"Alright then, that is what I thought" Riku said at a length, allowing a little smirk. "Now for pants... I know..." Again Riku buried his head in his closet and began looking for something. What, was what Sora was afraid of.

There was a flash of black and before Sora knew what hit him, a pair of pants was flung onto his head. Picking them off his head, he inspected them quickly. "Leather? What are you trying to do to me"

"I am trying to make you look good... Now those should fit, they are tight for me, so they should fit you perfectly."

Sighing and keeping his mouth shut Sora somehow managed to slip into the pants while still sitting under the covers. Once they were fully on, Sora threw back the covers and stood. The way the leather hung precariously off Sora's slim hips was threatening to snap any self-control Riku had. Never in his life had he seen ANYONE look so damn hot.

The long-sleeved mesh shirt left little to the imagination, and neither did the pants. They hung low on his body, leaving a delicious strip of skin between the two items of clothing. Unfortunately Sora's boxers took up that space, covering the bare skin, but that could be changed.

"Take off your boxers" Riku breathed out afraid of speaking any louder in case his voice wavered.

"Why? I don't want to feel even more naked... can't you just give me different pants" Sora whined, looking down at his body and trying to pull the pants up higher.

"Because... in any other pants you wouldn't look as... good as you do now" Riku replied a little absently, his eyes focused on Sora's body.

"Uhm, Riku... you look like a hungry dog..." Sora stated, looking worriedly at his friend.

Shaking his head, Riku slowly lifted his eyes, trying his best to stop the blush that wanted to come to his cheeks. He had been caught checking out his best friend... though whether Sora knew that was a different matter.

"Sorry, just sort of lost in my own world. So, yeah, get rid of the boxers... and while you do that, I will get changed." Riku was afraid if he didn't preoccupy himself they would never make it out of the room. He knew it was wrong to think of Sora in that way, especially considering how he reacted last time... but fuck! Sora looked edible in those clothes.

Turning, Riku searched his closet for clothes. He heard Sora sigh behind him and move back to the bed. By the time he finished picking out his own clothes and turned around, thankfully Sora was done changing... but perhaps that wasn't a good thing.

Sora stood there, blushing slightly as he tried to pull the pants higher, but to no avail. The pants now seemed to rest even further down, revealing Sora's faint happy trail for all eyes to see.

"I... I-I'm going to go... change in the bathroom." No sooner had Riku said that was he gone.

Gone for a good fifteen minutes.

Sora was beginning to wonder if his friend was ok, he was taking a long time to get changed. Just as he was peeking out into the hall from Riku's room, said person came out of the bathroom looking much more relaxed.

"Jeez, Riku! I was beginning to wonder if you were having trouble getting dressed" Sora laughed, moving back into Riku's room.

Riku laughed along with Sora, shaking his head. "No Sora, I wasn't having trouble... just rethinking my outfit."

"Oh..." Sora stated simply, taking a moment to see what Riku was wearing.

Riku seemed to be dressed much more conservatively than he was; well, as conservative as going to a club with Riku could be. He was wearing what looked like a black shirt, but without the sleeves and there were holes all along the seams. Along his sides and shoulders holes had been sewn into the fabric and to go along with that was a simple pair of faded jeans held up by a studded belt.

Well why couldn't Sora have worn that?

"That's no fair Riku... I want to wear that" Sora continued to whine.

"No Sora, as I said before, you look too good in that to change into anything else." At least Riku was no longer thinking inappropriate thoughts about his best friend, though that could be easily changed. "Come here" he stated, waving Sora over to the full-length mirror that was attached to the back of his door.

Sora moved towards Riku slowly, glaring at his best friend.

"Look" Riku said, turning Sora to face the mirror. "See, don't you look good"

Sora looked himself over in the mirror. Sure he looked nice, the clothes fitting him perfectly, or almost so and accentuating his figure that had finally lost all traces of baby fat... But still, he felt naked.

Shifting slightly in front of the mirror, Sora turned his head to look at Riku. "I don't know..." he stated slowly, lightly chewing his lip.

Sora seemed so close... Riku could almost feel the pressure on Sora's lip against his own. "I do. You look good" he whispered softly. If he just leaned forward... he could...


RR please