Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Square Enix and Disney do.

A/N: Well, this part will basically be in Sora's point of view. Need to lift a bit of the mystery from him right? Well, it'll be just a little. I don't want to reveal too much from him because he's supposed to be the alluring character in this. Well enjoy!

P.S. Whatever Riku says doesn't represent what I believe personally. Riku has a mind of his own in this story and its pretty creepy. shivers

Warning! Graphic scene ahead!

Burning Desire

"Fire in the Sky"

God, please let this end. It has been an entire week since I met him and all he does is haunt me. Every time I see someone relatively blonde or white haired walk down the street, I almost feel like running to them, hoping that it's him. But then its always some kogal or an old person so I try to play it off as if I saw something down the street that I liked.

The more that I've been doing this though, the more Yan is beginning to suspect something. I know it because he always seems to be watching me whenever we walk around anywhere now. He even has asked me what exactly I was looking at but I couldn't really say. If I told him, I knew that…

I don't want to think of that. All I want to think about is what to do. Yan wants me to make a new group of lyrics for him so that they could squash Judas at their own home turf. But I don't understand what the big deal is. They are a really good band that actually tries to please the crowd than just trying to get glory. But if Yan wants me to, I'll do it.

Looking up to the ceiling, I decide not to get out of bed just yet, Yan might wake up and want me again. If I go off too far, he'll get angry and threaten to kick me out again. But I can't live in a shelter, not with all of the scary people who I saw there when he took me to 'show me how much I owe him.' All of those people seemed so dead, so dirty, and so alone that the sight still haunts me a year afterward.

I wish Mom was still alive. She was so beautiful and so full of life, she actually was the only one in my life to make me feel as if I was a person and that I had a light inside of me as well. With her long black hair, lightly tanned skin, and large blue eyes, she was the most beautiful person that I had ever seen. She was an angel that touched my life.

Living with her on the Indian reserve was like heaven itself. Even though we didn't have much money and the house that we shared with my uncle smelled like cheap alcohol and chips, with the soul fact that my mother was there tucking me in and telling me how glad she was to have me, I always wished that it would never end.

She always called me her little bird, singing in the morning to wake the sun and bring light to the world. And when she did, she would always hum a song for me, one that I always treasured. It was the same song I hummed to her when she died that night from the sudden fever two years ago.

"Sora, come here," cooed my brother as he pat the sheets next to him, sitting up. The sheets pooled over his hips but it didn't really matter if it was there. I had been with him so many times that any attempt for him not to be naked around me would be odd. His hair looked so hopelessly messy and I couldn't help but chuckle a little, looking at the thick mass of black-dyed hair that hung in clumpy waves at the sides of his face.

Sitting up, I scooted over next to him and sat myself on his lap, straddling his waist and wrapping my arms around his neck. It was the same routine as always, he would ask for me, I would come to him, he would try to talk to me as if my body wasn't the only thing on his mind, and then he would take what he wanted.

"So, I hope you're getting my lyrics finished soon. We need them to be reviewed by the band before we can compose," he said, rubbing his hand up and down my bare back, sending shivers up my spine. I just closed my eyes and nodded, trying to enjoy the feeling.

Tilting up my chin, he tasted me as if I was a child to him, like he was teaching me how to kiss for the first time. His tongue slid in without my notice but I ignored it and sighed into the kiss, tangling my fingers into his hair. There were certain moments when his kisses would dazzle me, making it feel like those cheesy novels with fireworks and all. But his lips felt cold and the kisses were even more forced and rough than normal. His boyfriend must not be putting out as much; normally he wouldn't want me this bad.

Wrapping a firm arm around my waist, he then pressed my body closer to him, making me feel the hardness of his arousal under my left upper thigh. "Get the lube for me," he said casually as he loosened up his hold on me. Closing my eyes, I reached over and grabbed the small slippery bottle from inside the side table's drawer, next to the box of condoms and an old bag of M&M's.

I was about to hand it to him but he put his hand over mine, a playful grin upon his face. I always hated it when he had that same smile on in bed. That always meant something painful or embarrassing was going to happen to me.

"Prepare yourself," he said, slowly emphasizing the fact that I had to perform that misery onto myself. Looking down to the bottle, I frowned a little. Hell, I'd rather just have my insides torn out than have to do it myself. But the very pleased and aroused look on his face told me that I better do what he said or he might make it even more miserable than it needed to be.

Swallowing hard, I got a little of the substance onto my fingers. Okay, I knew he did it this way, now to somehow get this stuff into me. Deciding on the back approach, I reached behind myself to try to reach my entrance. I could feel the lube start to drip down from my fingertips and I luckily prevented myself from gagging. The whole thing was disgusting, how could someone do it to themselves? There was an easy answer, people normally don't.

With a deep breath, I quickly thrust a finger inside of me, quickly followed by a second. The whole thing was painful, even more so than with he himself doing it. At least then I would lay there and just bear it. But this time, I had to intentionally do it myself, intentionally cause pain to myself!

By the time I loosened myself to be able to get the third finger in I was bent over the sheets on my knees, my mouth beginning to dry as I let out a small moan. Looking up through my overgrown brown bangs, my eyes were fixed on the overly heated gaze he had focused on me as he slowly jacked himself off, watching my every move like some kind of hungry predator. That gaze however scared me. He had never seemed to be so lustful before, even when he didn't have other men to please him as well. But it was something that seemed way too overpowering and dominating about it as well.

"Come here," he grunted as he lazily dropped his hand from his erection and to the side of his lap, waiting for me to straddle him. Ceasing my former action, I did as he asked me and arranged myself onto his lap, waiting for him to guide himself in.

"Do you want me Sora?" he asked, sluggishly inserting himself into me with lidded eyes. I bit back a moan and rested my face into the crook of his neck, trying to enjoy the small amount of pleasure that I would get from this round of sex. His hands snaked up my sides and then back down to rest on my butt, a hand on each side, squeezing slightly. Closing my eyes, I nuzzled his neck with a low purr as he fondled me, squeezing me like a curious baby would to his mother's breast.

"Tell me how much you want me," he then ordered, starting a slow and torturous pace.

"I want you to fuck me," I moaned, licking and nibbling at his shoulder, trying arouse him enough to forget his plans of torture and just screw me. But he still kept his slow pace, his body shaking in pleasure and anticipation.

"But I am fucking you dear brother," he chuckled between a moan.

"P-Please Yan, faster," I whimpered, knowing that was what normally drove him crazy. He always loved the sound of me begging for him. Whether it was to keep going or to stop, it always fueled him to bury himself inside of me every time.

Grabbing my hips, he slowly began to pick up the pace, moving me up and down his shaft. Squeezing my eyes closed, I allowed a long and deep moan to quiver out, wrapping my arms around his neck tighter. The pleasure slowly began to build as he then began to simply pump in and out of me, making me pant and moan with each and every thrust that deepened into me.

"Oh Yan, harder," I moaned out, as I let my head loll to the side, bouncing slightly on his shoulder as he hungrily nibbled along my neck. As he began to slam into me, I cried out for him again, fluttering my closed eyes as I felt our hot skin slam into each other.

Slowing down a little bit, he allowed himself just enough time to lay forward on the bed, positioning me onto my back until he began to pound into me again, making me wrap my legs loosely around his torso, trying to press him in deeper with each matching thrust I made with him.

Suddenly, my thoughts wandered off to that night last week when I was with Riku, remembering the heat of passion we had as I clung onto him with all of my might as he basically fucked me until a mind numbing orgasm.

Thinking about him quickly heightened the pleasure as I soon began to cry out more feverishly, grabbing at his back as I laid my head back into the pillows, staring off at the ceiling. I could even remember the sensual feeling of each thrust he would make as he rocked his hips against mine, making me feel pleasure like I had never felt before. And the way he would give me so many open mouthed kisses and trace his tongue along mine that my lips had swollen up and it became hard just to moan.

"Ohhhh…uhhhhhnnn…"

Nibbling on his shoulder, I remembered how my fingers pressed into the soft and smooth skin of his back, feeling the muscles there stress and relax with each pleasure inducing movement he made. And then how he would groan out the even more pleasurable sound of my name from deep in his throat, feeling it echo throughout my lover's body as he started thrusting more feverishly and directly, ramming his shaft against my spot over and over again.

"Oh yes… ahhhh…"

The both of us were bucking wildly against each other, trying to get the highest amount of pleasure possible. And then he started to clutch me closer to him, knowing that his climax was soon to come.

"Oh God I'm gonna…"

And the look of his beautiful aqua eyes clouded with lust and need for release as he watched me as I…

"Oh…!"

…as I…

"Ah…"

… as he…

"Oh God! Oh Riku!" I yelled out as I arched into my point of release, not noticing that my brother stopped and not from cumming.

Okay, I'm just going to go and get some coffee and donuts for everyone, just like brother ordered me to. And I won't take too long either, I don't want to get another beating again today. I can still feel the bruises from even last week's attack after I called out Riku's name in bed. I can't believe I was so stupid to do such a thing. After all, it's rude to think about someone else during sex, ever if your partner is only aiming for their own pleasure.

I winced as my side brushed against the side of the door, the black bruise flaring like nothing I've ever felt before. That was only part of my punishment, Yan let the other bruises on my face heal so that it wouldn't look too suspicious around other people. I'm glad, I don't want people to take me away from him, he's all I have and he's helped me so much.

The door rang in the little café as Hiroga led me in and to the bakery counter. Yan sent him with me since he didn't trust me anymore. I understand but it's annoying to have to have an escort to even go get myself some Mc Donald's. But if my brother wants it, I guess I have to just let him, I didn ruin his trust after all.

"Hurry up and get the donuts so we can leave," muttered the stoic Hiroga. He seemed to be the epitome of the traditional Japanese man. He was stoic, quiet, and so mysterious, I never could know what was going on in his mind. Frankly, the guy scared me. It always seemed as if he had some kind of ulterior motives for something. But if he was one of my brother's friends, I guess he was okay.

Gulping, I nodded and went over to the counter and made my order, making sure that Yan and his boyfriend got what they wanted. If I didn't get theirs exactly right, then brother would then punish me about that. The sore on my hip burned at the thought of that. I didn't want to be in more trouble than I needed to be.

The man behind the counter was halfway done with my order and Hiroga walked off towards the bathroom, telling me not to move. Being so scared of him, I just nodded. Watching him walk away, I sighed at my first brief moment of being away from Yan without supervision in this week. Now I know what inmates feel when they are released on parole, nothing was better than this feeling.

Walking over to the side of the café, I sat down at a small table, looking over a magazine that they left for people to keep the time. It was about women's clothing but anything was good at this point, I didn't have someone looking over my shoulder to make sure it was what they thought I was reading.

"Sora?"

I looked up. I was stuck frozen in my chair.

"Oh, hi Riku," I say rather coldly, trying to hide the fact that I'm panicking inside. If Hiroga comes back and sees Riku talking to me, I'll be in so much trouble when he tells Yan that I'll probably be locked in the house for a month.

He sighs and places a hand onto the back of my chair.

"What's with the whole cold shoulder? You act as if you don't know me," he said, making me try to focus harder onto the magazine. Maybe if I ignore him, he might go away and I could try to finish the rest of this day in relative peace.

A few seconds of silence goes by but he still doesn't leave. Why won't you just leave me alone! I don't need to be in more trouble than I already am in!

"Sora, I know this magazine isn't that interesting to you, or you really are a fag," he said, snatching the magazine from my hands and tossing it across the table to another one, making the middle-aged businessman there look up from his newspaper angrily. I just give him a look of apology and then look out the window hoping he'd leave now that it's obvious that I won't talk to him.

He, however, huffed in a frustrated groan and pulled a seat right next to me, sitting down. At this, I jumped.

"What do you think you're doing!"

"I'm trying to hold a conversation with you, unless there's something wrong with that."

I looked over to the bathrooms nervously. Hiroga should be coming out at anytime now and when he does, I'll be finished for sure. Riku's eyes followed mine over to the bathrooms and then looked back at me with a frown.

"Is Yan here?"

"No but you can't be here. Just leave me alone and stay out of my life," said, trying to be as firm as possible. He needs to hurry up and leave for his own sake as well. If he's caught, Yan will come after him as well and make his life a living hell.

"Stay out of your life? What the hell is going on Sora?" he asked angrily, clearly not budging from his seat. Fuck, he's going to be here any moment, I can feel it. And the man at the counter has been calling for my order for a minute now. I need to get out of here.

Standing up, I was about to head over for the counter but Riku grabbed my arm.

"Wait, I'm not done with you," he said low in his throat, sending chills up my spine. The intensity of his eyes were like ice, impaling me through the chest, making it hard to breathe.

I pulled hard away from him and headed over to the counter quickly, grabbing a tray of coffee and trying to run back to the car. If I get into the car, I can lock it and I won't have to deal with Riku until Hiroga comes and drives us away.

As I turned to make my way out, Riku grabbed my arm, right on the fresh bruise that Yan had given me this morning. The feeling of the boiling coffee splashing at the bottom of my jeans hurt the bruises down there even more and I yelped out, trying to make some space between my now almost scalded legs and the hot soggy pants that I was now forced to deal with.

But his eyes focused on something and I cringed. He was staring at my arm. Grabbing my wrist, he shoved my shirt sleeve over my arm and his gaze fueled into heated anger. I didn't want him to see it, I didn't want anyone to see it. A small cluster of purple and black bruises peeked out from under the bandage that I wrapped my arm with to hide the cuts that I had graciously received over the week.

"Who did this to you?" he demanded in a low voice as he bore his eyes into me, making me shrink up. The very sound of his voice then made me feel panicked, even more so than the thought of Hiroga coming. His words were clipped and quivered and I knew that he was struggling to hold back the immense rage that was rising through him. I closed my eyes and silently prayed that he wouldn't hurt me, he was really freaking me out.

When I didn't reply, he pulled my arm hard, making a small whimper escape from me. "Who did this to you!" he yelled as I shrunk under his voice. I couldn't tell him Yan did it or else he might go after him. By the way he was acting, it wouldn't surprise me if he had thoughts of killing him at that moment. All I knew was that I needed to get out of there and fast, without Hiroga with me.

I tried to hold back my tears as I tried to pull away from him, hiding my face. For the first time in years, I was ashamed. Even more so, I was openly ashamed about how Yan was treating me. It was something that I didn't want anyone to know. If no one knew, it might even go away with time and only seem like a nightmare that I would always wake up from. But he didn't understand, Yan loved me no matter what he did and I loved him. He only hurt me because I hurt him, I made him lose his trust in me and I betrayed him. He didn't understand.

"You don't understand," I cried, trying to pull away from him, falling to my knees to the dirty and warm coffee covered floor. "You don't understand! Just leave me alone!"

"What are you doing!"

I then started to cry. Hiroga grabbed Riku's arm and pulled his grip off of me, shoving him away. I just wished this would all go away. Why couldn't it all go away?

"And who the fuck are you?" demanded Riku, glaring at him angrily. Hiroga stood next to me still holding his death glare to Riku.

"It's none of your business. And who the hell are you to ask anyway?"

"Guys please, I don't want to have to kick you out," said the man behind the counter as the people in the café watched on nervously. But the two men didn't care as they continued their standoff.

"How can you let him be treated like that? And by his own fucking brother no less!" he demanded, edging closer to Hiroga. He, however just stood his ground, not moving an inch. What was he thinking? This was going to become a full-on fight if I didn't do something. I just kept looking at them back and forth, watching as the tension between them kept building, making the café seem smaller and smaller.

"Well what are you going to do about it? He belongs to Yan and he'll do anything he wants to him and Sora won't care, so why should we?" he said, making a sharp pain hit my heart. But I do care about it.

"Please, don't do this," I pleaded to the both of them, trying to stop this fight before it began. But the two of them seemed intent on continuing this until someone crawled away with their tail between his legs.

"You fucking make me sick."

"Well that's both of us."

"Can you repeat that again?" dared Riku, now standing directly in front of Hiroga, a fist clenched into his shirt.

"Please don't!" I yelled.

It was no use. The next thing I knew, they were swinging punches at each other, making everyone in the café shriek and yell. The clerk rushed over to his phone and started dialing the police as Riku grabbed Hiroga by the neck and slammed him against a table, choking him. Hiroga then grabbed onto Riku's neck with the both of his hands and flipped them over, crashing down against the side of a chair and then to the floor.

The sound of chairs rattling and one splintering apart echoed throughout the room as people began to run from the café. I stood up and hovered over the area of their fight, trying to tell them to stop. But I was only answered with a chocked sound from Hiroga as Riku punched him straight into the stomach, knocking all the wind out from his lungs.

Hiroga collapsed to the floor, gasping for air as Riku pulled him onto his back and straddled his sides with his knees, landing punch after punch on him over and over again, bloodying his fists. Then, after he caught some oxygen into his lungs again, Hiroga pushed Riku off of him, throwing him to the side, hitting his back against the bottom of the table.

Riku groaned as he clutched at his side, trying to steady himself as he was pulled onto his back and then slammed into the floor, making me hear the sound of his head slamming into the hard tile.

I then ran out of the café and down the street. I didn't know where I was going but I knew that I needed to get out of there. By the way they were fighting, I knew that they wouldn't stop until one of them was unconscious and that was going to be even bloodier than it already was.

Why did they have to fight about me anyway? I knew that Hiroga had huge sense of pride that he liked to keep but Riku? Why did he start that fight in the first place? He doesn't even know me and he's trying to act as if I need protection, like I'm a cause to be fighting for.

Closing my eyes, I slowed my pace to a slow walk. This day wasn't going to end good at all. Riku now knows about my scars, he got into a fight with Hiroga about me, and now I'm walking alone down the street and without the coffee and donuts that they were waiting for.

Stopping, I looked down the street, seeing my apartment complex down a few blocks away. "I don't want to go home," I say aloud in a tone of sudden realization. I really didn't want to go back now. Everything was becoming more and more horrible. I was a walking disaster, I was ruining people's lives and causing trouble everywhere I went. I couldn't even bring back coffee without being the cause of a brawl.

I sniffed away a few tears as I tried to figure out where to go. Everyone that I knew would send me back to Yan if I went to them. And I couldn't just hide in a club or another café all night, stores closed and I didn't want to have to wander the streets too long. Thinking about it made me start to cry even harder, making me lean against the side of the building hopelessly. Police sirens flared loudly as the car sped past, making me close my eyes in despair.

'Mom, I miss you,' I thought as I tried to envision her holding me, me smelling her warm scent of grass and flour. Why couldn't she come back to life and take care of me? Why did things in my life have to go so wrong ever since she died? 'Please help me Mom.'

Looking up, I then spotted a familiar spot of spiky red hair and my heart almost leapt into my throat. I knew him! That guy was one of the people in Riku's band! He's got to help me!

"Hey wait!" I called as I chased after him. I weaved in and out of the crowd as I tried to make my way over to him. I wish I had remembered his name. I knew everyone's name on Judas but him. It was some kind of tool name though. Wrench? Hammer? Fuck it!

"Guy with the red hair!" I yelled, hoping to get his attention that way. Sure enough, the shorter red-haired girl walking with him noticed and turned around.

"Hey Axel, I think that guy is calling you," I heard her say as she tugged onto the guy's arm. Axel turned around and eyed me uninterestedly as I jogged up to them, trying to catch my breath as I stopped before them.

"Thank God I found you," I gasped out, still catching my breath.

"Yeah? And who the hell are you?" asked Axel, looking down at me with a glare. The girl next to her seemed to be more friendly but I knew that I had to convince him to let me stay with him for the night.

"Well, I…uh… know Riku you see," I started, trying to find a way to explain my relationship to Riku. He wasn't my boyfriend, that was for sure, though we did have sex. And saying that I'm a fan of his wouldn't quite fit since I did have sex with him. Amazing how things can change once you get in bed with someone.

"Oh really? Another one of his fuck buddies? Trust me, if you're here to ask me to help you get together with him, it isn't going to happen. You aren't the only one," he said rather coldly, getting ready to walk away. What happened to the playful and somewhat silly guy that I had seen at the bar? And what about the guy that I would see joke with Riku and the band between performances?

I grabbed his arm gently, making him glare at me with irritation. "No, I'm actually, well…" I have to say it. It might be a lie but I need a place to stay and there's no way that I'm gonna get stuck on the streets without trying.

"Spit it out punk or get out of my way," he commanded.

"Well, you see, I am his… boyfriend." He looked me over suspiciously. The girl next to him looked as if a light switched on in her head.

"Oh I know! You're that guy who's always at their gigs! Sora, I think, right?" she asked, making my eyes light up. Thank god for girls.

"Yeah! That's me!"

"Wait, how come he fucking didn't tell me that he had another boyfriend?" demanded Axel, looking rather perturbed at the thought that maybe Riku might have kept something from him. But technically he didn't since we weren't dating anyway. The girl just laughed.

"You know Riku and I talk all of the time! And why would he want to come up to you with his boy problems? You're straight, remember?" she said as she grinned up at him.

"Well still, I feel as if I'm left out of everything."

As nice as this conversation was, I still needed help. "Um… excuse me?" I piped up, gaining both of their attention. They had to be related because at that exact time, they looked so much alike that they seemed to be twins.

"Yeah, well what?" asked Axel in irritation.

"Some things have been happening at my house and I kind of need a place to stay. So could I just spend the night at your house? That's all I need and I'll leave early in the morning, you won't even notice me there," I said, practically begging. Axel raised an eyebrow at me in confusion.

"Why don't you go over to Riku's? You should have a key by now," he said, making me panic. I really couldn't tell him that Riku was too busy with a fight and getting arrested to help me.

"Let's just take him, we have nothing else really to do today and he is Riku's boyfriend after all. By the way he talks about him, I don't think he'll mind if we let him in," suggested the girl, giving me hope. She was like an angel of mercy and I really needed it right now with all of the shit that was happening to me.

"Well, I guess. But if something happens, I'm blaming it all on you Kairi," he said, fishing into his pocket for his keys. Kairi just hugged him happily.

"Thank you Axel! You know, you can be really nice if you really want to be," she cheered. He just shrugged his shoulders and headed down the street. Kairi took me by the hand and led me along with them, to my relief. If it wasn't for her, I would be left to either go back home or hop bars until the morning. She was like a guardian angel and I need to remember to thank her later.

They led me down the street to a sleek black car. Seating myself into the passenger seat, we drove down the street and stopped in the front of a familiar group of apartments. They were the university apartments and looked nice and new with their fresh color of warm peach and red paint that made it a nice beautiful spot in the otherwise monochromatic city.

Walking up the stairs, we stopped at room 404. Kairi knelt down and lightly dug the spare key out of the potted plant next to the door and opened the door, waving me in. As I walked in, she placed the key into my palm with a warm smile.

"This is his spare key. I don't think he'll mind if you have it. It saves him the trouble," she said casually, ignoring Axel who was obviously wanting to get home for sleep or whatever. "Just make sure to lock the door and there should be some leftovers from the restaurant in the fridge. It's just some Cajun salmon with rice so it's totally eatable. Microwave it for exactly two minutes and there should be a beer left so drink that or the last of the Kool-Aid but I would check it if I were you before you drink it."

"God damn Kairi, are you going to give him a lesson on how to floss as well? Let's go," grumbled Axel as he began to walk away from the door. Kairi just pouted at him and then turned back to me with a smile.

"Well, I hope you do well and if you're tired, just sleep in Riku's bed. He won't mind, trust me. Well, bye!"

After they left, I closed the door and looked over the key in my hand. It was Riku's key. Riku's key to his apartment! Realizing my train of thought, I shook my head, shoving the key into my pocket. What am I thinking about? This is Riku, the guy who keeps making my life more difficult each time he walks into it.

Following Kairi's advice, I walk down to the kitchen and eat the takeout and drink both of the cans of beer, thinking that I need to drink anyway, things are getting to crazy. After that, I throw everything away and then take a nice long shower. With my legs drenched and stinking of cold coffee, I really needed one and it felt great to be able to take a nice shower without having to worry if Yan would come in.

Looking over the soaps, I opened each one and smelled them, smiling at the various scents. They all seemed so clean yet so unbelievably masculine and alluring. Choosing a softer scent, I use the rain shower one and wash off what felt like years of dirt, leaving me feeling cleaner and softer than I've felt in forever.

After deciding to wash my hair later, I towel off and walk naked back into his room. He couldn't have been back that early so I felt comfortable enough to casually settle myself under Riku's covers, inhaling the scent of him from his pillows. It really didn't smell that bad, it was actually good. It smelled like the beach and a natural masculine scent. I guess this could work for tonight.

And then I fell asleep.

A/N: Wow, I really pushed out this chapter in like two days! Well, I will be giving you guys this chapter a bit later so that if I get slow on my other stories, you'll at least have this one chapter sitting and ready to go. I hope you liked Sora's point of view. I wanted to keep him vague and a mystery, not really discussing or thinking about himself or his problems. And I know that this chapter was pretty perverse but I promise that it'll work out in the next chapter. I hope you also are okay with Riku's portrayal in Sora's mind. When I looked back at this chapter, I thought, 'Wow! Riku's acting a bit crazy huh?' Well, I hope you love this chapter as a whole and I'm sorry that the first lemon you get is a creepy one between Sora and Yan. Riku and Sora's action will be coming up in plenty, don't worry. Just review and it'll definitely happen. If you don't, I'll make it a YanxSora lemon again! MUAHAHAHAHA! Just kidding. Well, until then! Bye!