Chapter Six is HERE!
Summary: When a disgruntled Sora lets his parents sign him up for a summer climbing camp, he's less than enthusiastic. But with some interesting new friends, crazy counselors, and a handsome, infuriating boy to deal with, this week might be more interesting than he thought...SoraxRiku, AxelxRoxas, AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Not a wee little bit. I simply borrow my favorite characters and mess with their minds. Mwahah.
Author's Note: Every chapter, you guys exceed my expectations with the feedback. And it is a beautiful thing.
In other news, I caved to temptation and started to replay KH2 on Proud Mode. Apparently, (according to my brother, anyway) I'm very interesting to watch when I play Kingdom Hearts. I grin whenever Sora is on the screen, I frequently express the desire to give Roxas a hug (because, face it, that kid needs it more than anyone), I screech excitedly whenever Riku appears, and I made a high-pitched noise inaudible to human ears whenever I see Axel. I also apologize profusely to him when I fight him. Because I love him so much. He's my special favorite -huggles Axel-
Reviewers: (and there are lots this time)
Sekre: Oh, Kairi and Alysa are most defiantly up to no good. Most definatly.
apie: Pitching tents does contain many opportunities for mischief ( as we will soon see in this chapter –wink-)
Kyrene Once Blood Roses: You review made me feel all special inside. Thanks so much for all the lovely compliments. Doug does get his way (indirectly) at the beginning of the chapter, so we can all feel a little less bad for the poor guy. At least, for a little while.
Maki Totakiyami: Ooo, thanks for the many reviews. –happy smile-
XxXChainsXxX: Thanks a lot –grin- I like Alysa, too. I don't know where she came from, exactly…probably some dark recess of my mind that was better left untapped. Oops.
MyHiddenStory: I tried really hard to make this chapter as fluffy as possible without ruining the sexual tension. Sora and Riku get to have some fun, at least…though you may end up hating Riku by the end of this chapter. And Alysa. And Doug. –chews on cyber cake- thanks again for reviewing!
Veritas4Eternity: Riku is most certainly getting there…and Axel is already there (mostly) Roxas just needs to catch up…now all that's left is at what pace I decide to make them catch up –evil cackle-
Summoner-of-the-Silver-Wolf: Me too, to all of that. I actually fell in love with AkuRoku playing the game and came onto this sight looking for those fics…and I found RikuxSora fics…and it made perfect sense to me (and, it makes playing the game again more interesting –wink-). Yay for reforming!
Raving Sohma: Fanart? –jumps up and down in excitement- But I can't bring up the website, for some reason. Do you mind sending it again? Prettyplease? I would LOVE to see fanart. LOVE.
RyukoGirl: It was totally crazy and funny enough- it made me laugh, at least. Especially the random bologna you decided to throw in there, hahaha. And I love making my guy friends take girls magazine quizzes, too. –evil smirk-
NARUfreak: I try to make them long, but I also have many chapters left to go, so we'll get there eventually. Hopefully this chapter is a good distraction. –smile-
Whew. That was tiring. Onto the story….we've finally arrived at the CAMPSITE!
It was a weary and tense two hours later when Alysa finally screeched to a stop on the rough dirt road that flanked their campsite, a sunny plane of green grass and pine trees. Off to the left, a blue lake sparkled in the late-afternoon sun, the clouds just beginning to take on a hint of pinks and purples. It would be dark within the hour.
Doug, clambering madly at the passenger door, was first to escape the car, letting out the breath he had been holding all the way up there. Alysa's driving was not the most calming experience, and after briefly contemplating kissing the ground in thanks, he took a deep, cleansing breath, counted to ten, braced his shoulders, and turned to face the roaring, biting mass that was his campers trying to exit the van. Apparently, all of them had tried to get out at once, and now Roxas and Axel were squished into the doorframe and each other, holding up the rest of the bunch.
"MOVE!" came a voice from behind the boys.
"I would if I could!" Roxas yelled back, wiggling in vain. "Axel, move!"
"You seem to be blocking me, Rox."
"Well, somebody move!"
"Stop screaming!" Sora's voice from the rear.
"Make me!"
"SHUT UP!"
"Who said that? C'mere, you bastard…"
"GO TO HELL!"
Alysa came up behind Doug, leaning on his shoulder happily. "Our little angels," she sighed, staring at the chaos with all the pride of a doting mother.
Doug stared at her hopelessly, then took a few tentative steps toward the teeming mayhem. "Guys? Guys?"
"Stop PUSHING!"
"Well, maybe if your leg wasn't around my NECK, we wouldn't have that problem!"
"EWWW!"
"GUYS?" Doug said, voice cracking. No one ever looked up.
"Take it from a professional," Alysa said in a bored tone, striding past him. "Violence is always the answer."
And without further ado, she grabbed Roxas' forearm and pulled.
It was rather like the circus act with the tiny car and the dozens of clowns; once Roxas was released, the rest of them popped out of the van's door like a cork out of bottle. They lay in an ungraceful heap on the grass, panting for breath. Hayner even managed to get in one more punch.
"Everyone okay?" Doug asked worriedly, peering in close to check for scrapes and bruises.
Axel spat out grass. "I think so."
Sora, groaning, pushed himself up on his forearms and looked around, working to prize himself out from underneath Riku, who had landed ungracefully on his legs, and Hayner, who had landed dangerously close to his face. His ribs felt as if they had been punched, he was losing circulation to his left arm, and he was pretty sure some of his fellow occupants had been close enough for him to file a sexual harassment suit, but other than that, he felt fine, and he said so.
"Good," Doug said, relief written all of his face, then turned to give Alysa a half-hearted glare. She shrugged, moving over to help everyone up.
"Ok, now that we're all out of the car," Doug started, turning to face the campsite with his hands on his hips. "We've got lots to do before it gets dark. So I'll need someone to grab the tents, and someone else to—,"
"Look, a lake!"
"Ooh, Alysa, can we go swimming?"
"Can we go exploring?"
"Let's set off fireworks, Alysa!"
"Let's eat, I'm starving."
"SWIMMING!"
Alysa sighed and held up a hand, the picture of matronly reluctance. "I hate to break it to you guys, but Doug here is right. We need to get all this stuff set up before we do anything, or you guys will be freezing, starving, and homeless tonight. And you don't want that, do you?"
"No," the all mumbled, shamefaced.
"Good. Then let's get going," she said, striding over to the trunk. As she passed the rather stunned Doug, she patted his back in a friendly fashion. "Good plan, Doug."
He mumbled something under his breath that she couldn't quite make out. It didn't sound friendly.
"So," she continued, popping the trunk. "I think this will be easier if we break into groups."
She stuck her head among the luggage, rummaging around, and as a result no one noticed the sinister smile that was playing around her lips.
"And that means…" she said, her voice muffled from within the bowels of the car, "there's three things to do. Kairi and Hayner will be pitching the tents, Sora and Riku will be getting the water, and that leaves Roxas and Axel for the fire."
"YES!" Axel said, pumping his fist in the air, then stopping when he noticed the looks everyone was giving him. "I mean…um…fire safety! Smokey the Bear, and all that stuff. Right?"
Roxas covered his face with his hands.
Alysa finally poked her head back out, her hands laden with canvas bags, which she threw in front of Kairi and Hayner, plastic buckets, which were ungratefully dumped in front of Sora, and a pack of matches, which she (wisely, in Sora's opinion) handed to Roxas.
"Everyone ready?" She said. They nodded. "So why are you standing around here? Go!"
Riku had grabbed one of the collapsible buckets and took off down the winding campsite path, following a rough wooden sign that indicated the well was to their left. Sora quickly grabbed the remaining bucket and ran after his silver-haired companion, cursing softly under his breath. Why, why is it always Riku and I? He didn't like spending time around someone who so obviously hated him.
He caught up to the other boy fairly quickly, but fell back a few paces behind him, a scowl on his face. He still hadn't forgotten his conversation on the car ride up, and weird moment at the lake or not, he still hadn't forgiven the taller boy.
Riku looked back over his shoulder, saw his companion's childish pout, and laughed in spite of himself. What he wasn't prepared for was the way Sora's head shot up, chin jutting out, and the flash of anger in his blue eyes. "What are you laughing about now? I thought I was the giggly one," he said, practically spitting the words.
Riku sighed. "You still mad about that?"
"I don't know- you still mad about what Roxas said?"
"I don't let his bullshit get to me so easily."
"Yeah, well, maybe I'm not as cold as you."
Riku looked away involuntarily, and when he looked up again Sora was striding at his side, his little face turned purposefully upward to meet his gaze. Aquamarine eyes met blue.
"Why did you say those things about me?" Sora said, more quietly than he had before.
"They were true, weren't they?"
"Yes…maybe…no, and even if they were, it's not for you to say! How would you like it if I said you looked like you were thirteen?"
"I would say you were a liar."
Sora sighed noisily, swinging his bucket from hand to hand. The path was thinning now, coming up to the main part of the road.
"That's not the point. The point is, you don't just say stuff like that to people you've just met. I mean, I haven't done anything to you!"
To his infuriation, Riku's crystalline eyes were flashing in amusement, not anger. "Maybe if you had stayed away from Roxas, things would be different between us."
"So this is all about Roxas, then?" Sora said, confused.
"Mostly. But you are giggly."
They had reached the well, and Riku flung down his bucket contemptuously, reaching down for the rusting silvery handle. He pushed, and a burst of water gurgled out of the end, almost exactly where Sora had been standing. Sora jumped out of the way quickly to avoid being soaked.
Without acknowledging the other boy, Riku grabbed his bucket and began to fill it, the level of the water rising with every pump.
"What happened between you two, anyway?" Sora said, his blue eyes curious.
Riku looked up once, his hair falling in his eyes, then snorted contemptuously and didn't respond.
"Not gonna tell me?"
Silence, except for the gurgling splashes of the water.
Riku had almost filled his bucket; he pulled it out from under the spray and gestured to Sora; his turn. To Sora's surprise, he squatted down next to the well and drew his knees up to his chest, clearly waiting for the other boy to be finished.
"Fine," Sora said, beginning to fill his own bucket. "But if don't you have problem with me aside from my choice of friends, why the grouchy attitude?"
"Did I hurt your feelings?" Riku said softly, and Sora couldn't tell whether he was being sarcastic or not.
"Are you teasing me?"
"Maybe," Riku said, and there was a new light in his eyes Sora hadn't seen before.
"You're not supposed to tease people you supposedly hate," Sora said accusingly, shooting him a glare.
"That's true; but you're an exception. I've felt as though I can tease you from the first time I laid eyes on you," Riku said, beginning to laugh, but his smile was frozen on his face when Sora decided to do something very rash, indeed.
After all, no one appreciates being doused with the contents of a very full, and very cold, bucket of water.
"That's for the lake!" Sora called behind him as he ran for his life, a very soaked Riku in hot pursuit. The empty bucket dangling from his swinging hands, he crashed through the underbrush, gasping for breath, listening acutely for the running footsteps behind him.
Why had he done that? Well, Riku certainly deserved it. And it had been ever so much fun, after all…
"SORA!" came the strangled yell from behind him.
"Yes? What is it?" Sora called out teasingly, not slackening his pace a step.
"I. WILL. KILL. YOU."
"Not if you can't catch me!" Sora gasped, running hard for the clearing, which had just come into sight. He could make out Alysa's bobbing ponytail…Kairi's red hair…he was so close…almost….there…
Unfortunately, that was when Riku decided to pounce.
Sora, in mid step, found himself being hit with quite a lot of weight from his back, and before he could really register what had happened, he was flat on his back with a very wet, and very furious, Riku glaring at him from his perch on the smaller boy's chest.
Eeep.
"Now why did you do that?" Riku hissed between his teeth, brushing his wet hair out of his eyes. Panicked, Sora's eyes roved over Riku's face, which was gleaming with moisture, his dark eyelashes shining wetly and framing aquamarine eyes that flashed darker and darker each time Riku blinked. His silvery hair clung in wet strands to his forehead, snaking down onto his shoulders and clinging to his exposed throat, pearly white in the soft twilight.
Sora suddenly realized he had forgotten to breathe. He took a deep, gasping breath, which was difficult, as Riku was sitting right on his abdomen. "Payback?" He suggested, smiling weakly.
Riku said nothing, just growled and trapped Sora in the most piercing glare Sora had ever experienced. He tried to wiggle away, but Riku's legs tightened around his waist, preventing any escape. Sora's breath was now coming in shallow gasps. He tried to look away from Riku's piercing eyes, but they held him fast, rendering him absolutely unable to look away. The spell was only broken when water slid down the smooth plane of Riku's jaw and fell in droplets onto Sora's own forehead, making him blink.
"Riku," he said, trying to keep his voice even and his gaze straight, "you're dripping on me."
"Am I?" Riku said in a low voice, his characteristic smirk settling into place. Slowly, hypnotizing, he reached up one damp hand to circle over Sora's cheek, ignoring the other boys' renewed efforts to escape. Tantalizingly slowly, his finger scraped a trail down the other boy's cheekbone, leaving a trail of moisture behind.
"Ahh! COLD!" Sora yelped, but that was a lie in itself, because although the wetness on Riku's fingers was as cold as ice, the feeling was quickly melted away by the spreading warmth that seemed to flush all the way down Sora's body, the shiver that rolled, thunder-swift, down his spine…
"Oh, God. Don't even tell me. I don't want to know," Alysa's voice came as if through a fog, and Sora could feel her footsteps shaking the ground near his ear. Her freckled face shuddered into focus, right above Riku's. A new clarity settling over his world, he watched her roll her eyes, brandishing the now empty buckets. "You couldn't even get water without attacking each other? This is more serious than I first expected." She shook her head sadly, but if Sora was reading her expression correctly, she didn't look mad…more like…smug?
But she had gone out of his line of sight again, and with a sudden shock, Sora realized Riku had rolled off of him and was following her back into the campsite. He sprang up quickly, trying fruitlessly to suppress the warm flush on his cheeks.
"KAIRI! HAYNER!" Alysa yelled, at near-earsplitting volume. The two, who were no more than three feet away, jumped with surprise.
"Your buddies over here are water-intolerant, apparently, so you're switching. How many more tents do you have to do?"
"Just one," Kairi responded, her eyes flicking between the still soaked Riku and Sora, who looked hopelessly confused. Her eyebrow raised.
"Don't ask," Alysa said quickly, brandishing the buckets. "Now run, be free!" She winked at Hayner's scowl and sent them off with a friendly whack on the back, before whirling on Sora and Riku again.
"I would say you two couldn't possibly get in trouble putting up a tent, but I would only be proving myself wrong, wouldn't I?" she sighed.
"Here," she handed Riku a wooden mallet, "And here," she finished, handing Sora a bag of nails. She gestured to the last tent, a shapeless sack of olive material.
"Have fun," she said with a little trilling laugh. As she walked away Sora could have sworn she winked at him.
"Let's get this over with before I really decide to kill you." Riku sighed, studying the mallet in his hands wistfully.
Sora, noticing this, decided it was a good idea if they moved a little ways apart. He scooted over to the opposite side of the tent. He studied the bundled fabric stupidly. How did this thing work? Was he supposed to poke air-holes, or something?
"Knucklehead. Over here."
Tentatively, he peeked around the corner of the tent, where Riku was standing expectantly, hands on his hips. Studying the expression on Sora's face, he laughed. "Don't worry…" he said, his voice sinister. "I won't bite."
Sora had no choice but to follow the other boy's lead and moved to stand next to him, the bag of nails clinking in his hands. "Do you know what I'm supposed to do with this thing?" he said sullenly, holding it out.
Riku rolled his eyes. "You really are thick, aren't you? Put it in the little loop in the fabric, and then I hammer it in. When we're done with that, we put these metal rods in to keep it upright."
'Oh," said Sora, feeling rather foolish. "That doesn't seem bad."
"It's not," Riku snorted, watching as Sora hesitantly planted a nail in the ground, jumping as Riku took the first swing with the mallet.
"Relax," Riku said softly, his eyes flashing. "Sure are jumpy, aren't you?"
"Maybe it has somethingto do with the fact that you're out for my blood?" Sora mumbled, moving onto the next loop.
"Don't worry about that for now…I think I'll wait for the opportune moment." Riku whispered, right by Sora's ear. Sora worked to supress a shiver.
They got through the rest of the tent without incident, until the time came to put in the metal rods. It turned out Sora wasn't quite tall enough to reach the very point of the tent, and Riku was on the other side putting the last nail in. Sora gritted his teeth, looking up at the impossible height.
One thing was for sure; he sure as hell wasn't going to ask Riku for help.
Can I make it? Maybe if I jump…
Pole in hand, Sora jumped up, just grazing the top of the tent. The olive fabric slid against his chest as he fell back down, defeated.
That's it….just a little bit higher this time…
He jumped again, this time almost managing to hook the pole in before he collapsed in a heap.
One last time. I'll make it.
He jumped….
"Sora, what are you doing? OOF!"
The tent collapsed under a very off-balanced Sora and onto a very surprised Riku, trapping them both in yards and yards of olive-green nylon.
Sora was the first to open his eyes, finding himself buried in the tent. Everything was dark- had he fallen under the fabric? Panicking, he reached out a hand, brushing along the pieces of tent that had settled onto his head. Everything was dark; he reached out again, blindly.
"OUCH!"
Sora yanked his hand back quickly. "Sorry, Riku."
"That was my NOSE! And what did you do? Why is there a tent on me!?"
Sora smiled sheepishly into the darkness. "Accident?"
"Oh, I'll give you an accident…" came a low, growled voice, and Sora tried scuttle backward, but the fabric was trapping him…
He was vaguely aware of a large hand on his knee and two eyes above him in the darkness. Riku's breath played across his ear; soft and warm, in the already warm space. Sora could feel himself breaking out into a sweat.
"Sora," Riku repeated, much softer this time. Sora could feel the other boy's long hair; it was tickling his cheek, and the breath was coming closer…
Just as sunlight blinded the two boys.
Doug peered down, worry creasing every length of his face. "Boys? I saw the tent collapse, are you alright?"
"Fine," Sora said in a squeaky voice, shielding his eyes against the sun. Riku was no longer near him; in fact, he had jumped to the opposite side of the tent and was biting his lip, trying to control his ragged breathing. When he saw Sora looking at him, his eyes flashed once, unspeakably furious, and then he got up and stalked away.
Sora looked after him, open-mouthed. "What did I do?" he wondered aloud.
Doug stared at the retreating teen and shrugged his shoulder. "Probably one of those teenage mood swings. Here, let me help you repair the tent."
Sora, confused and hurt, tried not to follow Riku with his eyes as he said quietly, "Sure. That would be great."
Meanwhile…
"We're supposed to make dinner? On this?"
Roxas surveyed the weak orange blaze with his nose wrinkled in distaste. "I think we need a bigger fire."
"But it was you who told me to calm down and stop adding tinder," Axel said, snapping a twig and throwing it onto the blaze.
"Well, yes, seeing as you were about to set your shoes on fire."
Axel sniffed, and threw another few logs on. "If you would only let me have some lighter fluid…"
"For the last time, I'm not letting you within five feet of that stuff. I'm not in the mood to be charbroiled."
"No need to be crabby about it. And anyways, you'd be roasted, not broiled."
Roxas shook his head in exasperation. "One of these days I'm going to see a newspaper article titled, 'Crazed Teen Is Killed When He Decides To Throw Match on Gasoline."
"Oh, that. It's not bad- you just need to be a fast runner."
Roxas groaned deep in his throat and ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Has anyone ever told you you're absolutely crazy?"
"Oh, frequently. It does have a nice ring to it when you say it, though."
Roxas, giving up, turned back to their weakly puttering flames. "Dinner. Dinner," he muttered to himself. "What can we make for dinner?"
"Well, we do have these…."
"Shut up, Axel. I'm trying to think."
"Touchy, touchy. All I'm trying to say is that we have some…."
"Shut UP, Axel!"
"Fine," came a tight voice from his left, and he out of the corner of his eye Roxas saw Axel turn his back and begin to rummage through their piles of luggage.
"What to make…what to make…," Roxas thought hard. He came up disappointingly blank. He ground his fists into the ground in frustration. How am I supposed to know? I've never been camping before.
Just then, a package of instant macaroni was thrust under his nose.
Roxas blinked.
"Where did you get that?" he said accusingly, turning to face the grinning redhead.
"Well, I was trying to tell you we had a bunch of frozen food. But apparently my craziness interfered with your hearing." Axel said with an easy grin, but his eyes belied a little bit of his hurt.
Roxas sighed and snatched the packet away. "Sorry," he said from between gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that?"
"I apologized, ok?"
"Apology accepted," Axel said, his face sweeping up into his usual cheer once more. "And now, let me show you how to open that thing before you kill yourself." He snatched the packet back from Roxas, who had been wrestling with the plastic wrap. His emerald eyes were fixed on the other boy's startlingly blue ones as he found the easy open tap and pulled the wrapping away in a single gesture.
Roxas scowled, breaking the gaze. "Let's put a pot of water onto boil."
"Good idea, Rox."
"Don't call me that," Roxas said, knowing it wouldn't make a difference.
"Whatever you say," Axel purred, eyes twinkling, before pouring water into a pot and fixing it onto the metal grate with surprising swiftness and expertise.
Roxas, deciding to ignore that look, instead said, "Have you done this before?"
"What, making macaroni?"
"No, you idiot, gone camping. You seem to be…erm…rather good at this."
"Oh, you noticed!" Axel said with delight, clapping his hands as his eyes teased Roxas. "And if you simply must know, I go every year with my friends. Last year we got kicked out," he said wistfully, a blissful smile spreading over his features. "But those fireworks were things of beauty. Don't you feel that illegal things are the most fun?" He said eagerly, leaning in close to Roxas.
The other boy scrambled to get away, and as a result almost put a hand in the fire. Cursing and nursing slight burnt fingers, he turned away.
"Might want to watch out for that. Hand plus fire equals ouchies."
"Thanks, I had no idea," Roxas said resentfully. "Now help me put this macaroni in. We need the mix, and some cheese and milk," he said, reading off the box.
"Naw, just add the cheese. We don't really need the milk."
"The instructions say…"
"Trust me, Rox."
"I thought I told you not to call me that," Roxas said, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Sure thing…Rox."
"I mean it," Roxas said, punching Axel, none too lightly, in the shoulder. "Stop calling me that."
"Whatever you say…Rox." Axel said with a little smile, play-hitting him back.
"Stop it." Another punch, harder this time.
"Make me," Axel's eyes glittered a challenge as he hit Roxas on the shoulder.
"Maybe I will!"
Axel suddenly found himself with an eyeful of soft blond hair, and then the two boys were rolling, punching and clawing and hitting, looking for any other weakness in the other's defense. Roxas grabbed at Axel's long hair as Axel managed to trap one of Roxas' shoes between his own and began kicking it viciously. It could have been a serious fight, seeing as both were prepared to beat the other to a pulp, except for one small factor:
First Axel, then Roxas, began to giggle uncontrollably.
They lay there, hitting and rolling and laughing, for a good five minutes before a very dry voice said. "How's dinner coming along?"
Roxas jumped like a gunshot had gone off and shot off of Axel, landing in a heap a few feet from the fire, which was now emitting copious amounts of black smoke. Coughing, he attempted to control the flames, weakly smiling at Alysa, whose arms were crossed over her chest. "Fine," he lied, smiling widely at her.
Behind him, Axel broke into a coughing fit, then stopped as her gaze landed on him. "Fine," he echoed, his hands crossed behind his back.
There was a beat of silence as she stared at them; Axel working to keep his pleasure off his face and Roxas blushing the faintest pink color. Then she smiled, widely. "I'll set the table."
After a very burnt dinner and an ever tenser atmosphere, the eight huddled in blankets and sweatshirts around the makeshift fire, staring into its rosy depths as if captivated. No one seemed to want to say anything; they lingered there for perhaps a half and hour in silence before Doug suggested they repeat their goals for the trip, to be met with a lackluster response. Disheartened, he sent them all off to bed.
"Early morning tomorrow," he said with a stern glare at the retreating backs. "Don't stay up too late talking."
Sora and Roxas, relived, crawled sleepily back to their tent, as did Axel and Riku (who had still not looked at Sora), Alysa and Kairi, and Hayner and Doug to the last tent.
Safe inside the warm green confines of their tent, Sora and Roxas stared at each other for the briefest instant, the events of the last few hours crashing, movie-like, through their minds.
"Night," Roxas said quickly, before Sora could speak.
"Night," Sora echoed, a little relived, and turned out the light. Despite the puzzling questions that were invading both of their minds, both boys were asleep within minutes, soft snores issuing from their open mouths.
But in another tent, just across the clearing, things were not so peaceful.
Riku flipped over and faced the wall, his mind a haze. He flipped briskly through the events of the day, and scowled. Everything was raising questions, questions that did not want to be answered, and it was best to leave it alone; to leave everything alone. But, he thought, smiling a little sadly, I know that will never work.
It was another few sleepless hours before Riku grimaced, punched his pillow, and then propped himself up on one elbow.
"Axel? You awake?"
"Of course," came the quick reply.
"Listen to me and be quiet. I've got a plan…."
BOOM. CLIFFHANGER.
Sorry about that. Just had to do it. Because the next chapter…the next chapter is going to be fun…in a totally evil way. That Riku and his plans…
Next Chapter: Midnight swim, anyone? And that is all I am going to say. I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.
Reviews are always nice. Always….
