Over Dramatics and Sound Effects

Author Notes: WEWT! It took me a while to work up the courage to continue after that chapter, which I considered to be quite crappish but the reviewers didn't seem to mind that much ; I hope. Heh…So yes, here we go again!

Ah. I believe I am in a pickle. Mid-writing this chapter of the story, I finally got to rent the second Kingdom Heart Game. And what does Sarah discover? That their island, was only a play island and they actually have another main island. I'm sorry, I didn't realize. So, from now on, we can all just say this is being played out on their main island. It still has beaches…And, could have a little island that Riku hangs at? ;

But yes. In between playing that game (which isn't a lot of time at all…isn't playing it right now because she broke her controller don't even ask…) I have been writing this third chapter and working on my one-shot, which has reached a lovely eight pages! Lots more to go though. There is no proper way to make it into a story with chapters so you'll just have to read it all together ;;; (over-plots her smut to death)

Disclaimer: (I am horrid about leaving this out of my chapters vv ) I don't own Kingdom Hearts One or Two or any of their characters. Sorry if I disappointed you…or just made your day

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Chapter Three:

Because I Want You

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Riku smirked back and leaned in close. He saw the bright pink blush filling up his friend's cheeks. Their lips were so close, the elder one's brushing against his best friend as he whispered, "You." The distance was then closed as Riku pressed his strong lips against the shocked ones of the brunet.

The sun had long since set, and even in the moonlight that was being covered with thick night storm clouds, Riku could see the shock in Sora's eyes. His sea blue orbs were open wide; mouth shut tight, lips drawn in a line. He wasn't kissing him back.

The silver-haired teen pulled back ever-so slightly and sighed against the trembling lips of the other boy. He hadn't expected much. What did he want? For the brunet to bound into his arms and declare his own passion and lust and even, love for his best friend? The elder boy scoffed at that. It would never happen.

"R-Ri…Riku…" Sora stuttered as the other teen leaned back on his palms and looked up at the sky. He was acting as if nothing had happened. This started to piss of the usually calm and pleasant teen.

"What the hell was that!" The brunet almost screamed, jumping up from his position in the sand, he leered over his silver-haired friend.

Riku winced mentally but didn't let it show, casting his eyes towards Sora but he wasn't truly looking at him. His intense ice-blue eyes were hazy and half-lidded.

"Nothing…" He quietly replied, almost inaudible.

"N-nothing…?"

"Yes, Sora! Nothing!" The elder boy said, rather irked now. This was all Sora's fault. It was his fault for coming out onto his island while he was asleep and it was the brunet's fault for being so curious.

Sora's mouth hung open, but no words were coming out. He had no idea what to verbally say to his friend, but thoughts, confusing thoughts, ran through his head. The brunet didn't want to hurt him but, how could he surely be friends with the boy if he liked him. Boys weren't supposed to like boys this way!

Riku took his chance of silence to get up and brush the dirt from him, kicking the blanket aside to Sora's feet, it crumpling dirtily there.

"Whoop-de-do, I guess I'm a fag." The silver-haired boy's tone was cold and angry.

The brunet bit his lip as the words from his best friend hit him like a ton of bricks. He was saying it so off-handedly, as if it weren't a big deal at all. But it changed so many things!

"…Why do you have to like me Riku!" Sora finally spat out, the silence making his spine tingle. He didn't want to fight with his closest friend, but how could he be close to the other boy if Riku came onto him again?

The silver-haired boy had no answer for this, his glare only intensified, ice-blue eyes seeming even brighter in the ever-fading light of the moon as the clouds moved closer and closer to the islands.

Riku decided he wasn't in the mood to put up with Sora's shit; to put up with his badgering and questions and outburst. Sure, he had a reason, but Riku didn't feel like dealing with the reciprocation of him spilling his true feelings.

With that, the elder teen turned and left his island. He left behind the shouts of 'Come back here!' and 'Riku!' behind him, along with his now tarnished and broken friendship.

He stomped along the beach, not taking notice of the sand filling his shoes as he trudged blindly back to his home. His stomach was tied in a knot and he felt as if he were going to throw-up everything inside of him. Pale hands clenched and knuckles turning white, he made it back to his street, to his home. The door was left unlocked but his parents had since gone to bed; probably fucked each other's brains out like always.

Riku sighed and closed the door behind him, finding his way through the dark up to his room where he closed and locked the door.

Had he actually just kissed Sora? Did Sora really hate him now? His head was throbbing as if he had been hit with a pile of rocks and his heart still hammered in his rib-cage.

Wasn't kissing supposed to be pleasurable? The silver-haired teen groaned softly as he curled up on his bed, not even bothering to crawl under the sheets. He felt sick all over, sick and disgusting; like he had just committed a heinous act. But sleep didn't come so easily. He stared out the window as the clouds in the distance moved closer and finally released their promise of rain all over the string of islands that made up his home.

His last thought was one hoping that Sora wouldn't catch a cold out in the rain.

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The confused and flustered brunet glared at the back of his friend as he marched off of the bridge and, a few seconds later, emerged from the abandoned, old shack and continued his way home along the long beach.

He hated him.

And yet he couldn't truly feel the anger, the fire in him. His knees felt weak and he took notice that his hands were shaking. What had Riku done to him?

It seemed so innocent, the kiss. Not as passionate and lustful as the times he had seen Tidus and one of his many girl-friends make out, it was much gentler, as if Riku was afraid he would scare Sora away.

Suddenly, he remembered the time he had had Riku spend the night when they were much younger, the night they discovered that secret cavern.

Riku reassured his younger friend that if there were monsters, he would fight them off and protect Sora.

Sora smiled sheepishly and nodded, but he still was scared as he followed his silver-haired friend through the thick brush to get into the long, rocky hallway.

The older boy, only the age of eight, pressed his finger to his lips, indicating they should be quiet, so they could surprise attack any beasts or monsters.

The brunet seven-year-old was so disappointed to find out that there were no secrets to be held in this secret place. The only mystery was a large, wooden door which confused them both because there wasn't a knob or keyhole to open it.

"Let's promise to keep this place a secret, just between the two of us! Okay, Sora?" The young Riku said with a bright smile.

Sora nodded quickly and returned the smile, his juvenile mind excited and happy to have a secret between him and his best friend, for just the two of them.

"How about a promise kiss?"

"…Kiss?"

Sora blinked as his older friend stepped closer, his smile mischievous now.

"Ya mean, like this…?" The brunet questioned innocently and then leaned up slightly and pressed his small, inexperienced lips against that of his friend's.

Riku laughed and smiled more, nodding as he absent mindedly licked his lips. "Yeah, just like that…"

Sora shook his head at the thought of this memory. The promise kiss meant nothing in the end because Tidus, big-mouth and competitive as ever, saw them leaving their 'secret place' and told young Wakka and Selphie all about it. Riku and Sora had actually fought with each other about who spilled the secret until Tidus confessed.

The brunet sighed. He didn't think this fight could be so simply fixed. Riku was at fault…or was he? Sora tried to put himself in the shoes of his closest friend, to think of what it must be like to like your best friend, but know that they think another way.

The thought of that new girl, Kairi filled his mind. Her reddish brown locks were so pretty when the sun reflected off of them. He imagined himself kissing her, heatedly, and running his fingers through her soft hair. As the thoughts rippled through his body, Kairi began to morph into Riku. Suddenly, he was kissing and stroking the silver-haired locks of his best friend, their tongues engaged in a battle for dominance.

The teen almost yelped as he pushed the thought from his head. What had Riku done to him!

Before he could contemplate if he would ever speak to his friend again, cold, nighttime droplets began to fall on his arms and head. He shivered as the rain quickly began to fall harsher, in thick sheets of water as the brunet boy ran home.

However by the time he reached the doorstep of his house, only a few yards over from the abandoned shack and once secret cavern, his body was soaking wet, clothes clinging to him tightly and showing off every curve of his lean build.

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The next day crept up upon Riku like a horrid hangover after a long-night party. His head was throbbing and the first thing that came to mind was what had transpired the night before with Sora.

He hoped and prayed to all and any gods that happened to be watching that it was simply a dream; another odd yet completely fictional dream. However as the morning wore on with the hum of his mother going about making pancakes, (the kind from the box that you just add water to of course), and the ever constant guilty knot in the pit of his stomach, one thing was clear.

He had kissed his best friend; a boy; Sora.

The memory was too strong, too clear, too…real, for it to have been simply thought up in the teen's unconscious mind. Why, there were even puddles left about the island from the previous night's storm.

Not to mention that it was almost eleven in the morning now and he had still heard nothing from his chestnut haired friend. By now, on any other day, the younger teen's head would be hanging around with him in his room or outside, wasting away the time left of their summer vacation before returning to the confines of school.

The silver-haired teen ran a hand through his still mussed locks, not feeling the need to run a brush through them and still walking about the house lazily in his clothes from the previous day; he appeared to be the walking dead. Riku's eyes were only half-open and he drug his feet languidly; defeated. Even though he verbally heard nothing from his (once) closest friend, by the time that four in the afternoon rolled around, the answer was clear.

Riku was rejected.

He no longer felt like making up excuses like "Maybe he had to go in for re-scheduling" or "He could've fell down a flight of steps and broken his legs." However the latter of the possibilities wasn't the most gruesome he had thought up.

The elder teen fell onto the sofa in the living room, soft plush surrounding his body which felt tensed all over, as if he had pulled every muscle possible.

'Why am I mad at him…? I can't expect every…person, I like, to like me back,' Riku thought sadly. The teen wasn't quite ready to except his being gay. Maybe he was just experimenting? Just going through a faze…? And, on the other hand, maybe he wasn't. He had gotten so much of a rush, a tingle that went through his entire being when he had touched lips with Sora; unlike the emotionless pecks and rare swap of saliva instances with girls he had 'experimented' with in the past.

The dejected silver-haired teen shook his head as the sides of his eyes burned with the familiarity of coming tears. He wouldn't cry over this, it was ridiculous…and yet, he couldn't help but let out a small sob as his face turned a shade of pink, one he was unaccustomed to.

Riku felt so young and vulnerable; although he silently admitted to himself his true age, his true self, no matter how stone-hearted or mature he tried to seem, he was still juvenile and still learning what life was.

The elder teen couldn't take this any longer; jumping from the couch, he grabbed the phone from the kitchen across the hall from he prior had been lounging. Pale, slender fingers pounded out the number of his brunet friend's home before the familiar first ring was brought to his ears.

Riku was holding his breath the entire time that the phone rang out, one ring; nothing but the knot in his stomach. Two rings; his hands were getting clammy and sweaty, he feared dropping the phone. Three rings; someone answered.

A female voice, a young, high-pitched voice, came across the line. The silver-haired teen sucked in a breath, very confused. Had he dialed the wrong number?

"Hello? Hello…?" the unknown person called out.

In the background Riku heard the voice of who he wished had answered in the first place, Sora.

"Kairi? Who is it…?"

The elder teen practically hissed into the phone at hearing who had actually answered. It was her, that new girl. The one Sora liked. The one Sora was choosing over him.

"I-Is Sora there…?" Riku practically gasped out, the lump in his throat was heavy and dry and giving him trouble forming a sentence that made sense.

"Yeah! Hold on!" She replied ever so cheerily.

It made Riku sick.

"Hello?" quickly came the reply of the brunet boy.

"Hey Sora…" the silver-haired teen began, but didn't know how to finish. He could hear the other boy intake air nervously; Riku mentally cringed.

'If he was going to hang out with Kairi…he would've called me…Sora must really hate me.' The silver-haired teen thought defeated, 'He must really like this girl…' Riku only cringed more.

"Oh…hey…Uh…" came the slow, hesitant reply of his younger friend over the portable phone.

Riku was about to reply when his mother walked into the kitchen, going about pouring herself a cup of tea, smiling at her only son. He decided this had better be private and quickly trudged from the room, away from his mother, and up the stairs to his room where he closed the door hard.

"You still there?" the silver-haired teen asked, rather out of breath. He had to get this off his chest; which felt like someone was stepping on.

"Eh…yeah…" Sora said quietly. Riku could tell he was nervous and afraid of what he would say. To be honest, so was he. But he had to, thus he took a deep breath and began.

"I really like you, Sora." The other boy was holding his breath. The one speaking found it hard to find any.

"But I'm sorry I came onto you like that…I-I never should have. I mean, it's not like I'm gay or anything…" Riku licked his dry lips and waited for his once closest friend to reply.

"…B-But you…you…" the brunet began, his voice slightly higher. The elder boy knew that he couldn't actually say what had happened, Kairi must still be in the room, listening to what Sora was saying.

"…I know. I'm sorry; just…can we still be friends? And, not tell anyone about this…?"

Riku felt uncomfortable opening up like this, but he saw no other way to fix what he had opened, to heal the scab he had picked.

"…Listen, Riku, I really gotta go. Bye." Click.

He was gone.

The silver-haired teen sat on his bed for a few seconds, listening to the dial-tone ring in his ears before he threw the phone across the room, the small device slamming into his closed door and making a loud thud.

'That little fucker…' Riku thought angrily, clenching his fists as he sat up quickly. If Sora wanted to avoid him, then he would just have to corner him. The elder teen gnawed on the inside of his lip, not noticing the salty sweet blood escaping from the growing wound as he quickly took a shower.

He scrubbed his hair and lathered up his body, scrubbing away at his pale skin until it was raw and almost pink. Riku was upset at Sora, yes. But he was more upset at himself; at himself for being so stupid and for ruining everything.

The teen, once dry, changed into clean clothes and combed through his ever-growing long locks of silver hair. He wore a comfortable pair of dark blue jeans and his black zipper vest, slightly unzipped due to the heat.

It was almost six o'clock and the sun was still high in the sky. It would be light for at least another two hours.

Riku decided he had to go confront Sora, but he didn't know what he would do if he actually saw the younger teen around the main island. What would he say?

All the elder boy could hope was that he was alone. And that no one else was around, because it could get ugly.

With that, he slammed the front door behind him, his mother not even caring to call after him to come home before it was dark or to question where he was going. She saw the raw determination and anger in his eyes and knew he was off to do something very important.

And he was. He truly was.

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Yay! Another chapter completed!

Now, as you may or may not have noticed, all of my chapters have titles that are song names. So, yeah. They are names of songs put out by people thus I don't own them. I just pawn the grouping of letters and some lyric references. Or at least use the lyric baseline.

So yes, the first chapter was 'Cutie Chaser' by Club Spice and off of Dancing Stage (aka DDR over here in America, its different in England). Second chapter was 'Can't Stop, Gotta Date With Hate' by Lost Prophets. And today! It's 'Because I Want You' by Placebo

YAY So, yeah, if you have the songs, listen to them. And notice the similarities and relation between the song and the plot of the chapter it pertains to.

At least for the English ones. I kinda just chose 'Cutie Chaser' for the title, heh. (sweatdrop)

Yes, I was going to smut at the end of this, but it ended up being too long.

So the next chapter will probably be quite shorter (sweatdrop) at least for the 'M' version that is on here. The NC-17 version will be longer and posted on my LiveJournal (which I'll leave a link to at the bottom of the next chapter so you can read it if you wish.)

So, hope you enjoyed the chapter and please review! I need some love to keep writing