Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Square Enix and Disney do.
A/N: Well, now that we've all been thoroughly disgusted out by Sora's side of the story, we can now go to the clearer and more bluer skies of Riku's horny and sarcastic mind. Isn't that so much more fun? Well, I hope you enjoy! I don't really have much to say other than that. Yup. 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)
Burning Desire
"Lies of Life"
This has got to be some kind of sick dream. This whole damn day has to be. I'm just waiting for someone to come out of the curtains and yell, "Hey! Surprise!" Then, I can just beat the shit out of them and feel like I've accomplished something good.
I feel like shit, like total shit on a summer's day. I woke up thinking, 'Hey, this is gonna be a pretty good day. I'll get some songs out and maybe finally eat something other than ramen in the morning, noon, and night.' So I got out of bed, got dressed, and went to the coffee shop down the street, thinking I was going to start pretty good with some green tea and a banana nut muffin.
Yeah, I know, that sounds really fruity. All of the shit probably started cause I didn't choose something more manly like black coffee and a plain bagel or something tasteless like that.
Well, I ate my damn muffin and drank the tea, which was pretty good actually. As I was about to get up and leave, lo and behold I see none other than the illusive Sora take a seat in front of me. So, to make the story short, I tried to talk to him and then the Jap-baka Hiroga picked a fight with me. It's alright though cause I beat the shit out of him, well, until the police came.
Then that was another big thing. Well, I had to fill out all of this shit because I did something that they said I did, I don't know. And then after a slap on the wrist, I was let go. Sorry I can't give an accurate account of what happened to me but its kind of hard when you had your head banged against the floor a couple of times.
So I had to call Leon to pick me up since my car was still at the coffee shop and I wasn't gonna walk that long ass way just to get it. Unfortunately, he had to bring his boyfriend Rufus because he needed to get some more cigarettes so I had to deal with that shit as well until we finally got to my apartment.
And now you are caught up to what I met when I walked into my bedroom to what I thought was going to be an uneventful nap.
It was actually funny when I thought about it. Here I was, too tired to even care what kind of shit that I could have possibly left on my bed so I just climbed in, thinking the extra warm softness that I felt could have been one of my pillows. Then I realized, 'Hey, my pillows don't smell this good.'
"What the hell?" I ask out loud, leaning over the suspicious spot of warmth. It was under the covers, really snuggled in with a bit of brown fur poking out of the sheets. Wait, brown fur?
Pulling away the sheets quickly my eyes were met with the greatest present that I could have wished for. Seriously, if you stuck a nice and big red bow on him, right around his neck all cute and shit, I would have been the happiest little bastard on Christmas Day. Here was basically the most beautiful boy I've ever seen snuggled cutely under the sheets, not to mention naked and smelling wonderful at that. And, from running a curious finger across his arm, he was soft too.
It was hell trying to hold down the urge to run my hands all over him but I didn't really want to ruin the perfect image of him laying peacefully like that, his face buried in his arms, laying on his side. So I just hovered over him in awe, focusing my eyes on the pink of his full lips, wanting to taste them so badly. God, I need to move away or else I might…
"Mmmmm…"
Oh shit, he's waking up. He's waking up!
However, this is another one of my dumb moments when I'm stuck in an awkward position that will either get me slapped, punched, or in some kind of trouble.
Slowly, his eyes began to flutter open from his thick black lashes, letting that beautiful true blue peek through dazedly. Even as he slowly shifted to his back and rubbed his eye lazily, he looked like an angel. Wait, an angel? How cliché is that?
Gulping down whatever wetness there could possibly be left in my mouth, I hovered nervously as he slowly fixed his eyes upon me.
"Riku?" he asked tiredly, still waking up from his nap. I nodded dumbly, as if I needed to answer that. Narrowing his eyes, he then sat himself up a little, resting his weight on his arms as he cocked his head to the side with a yawn. "What are you doing here?"
What am I doing here? This is my fucking apartment you leech? What the hell do you think? Well, that's what I would have said if I wasn't so dumbstruck and just, well, dumb. All I did was just stare back at him like an idiot.
"This is my apartment," I said, silently cursing at myself for such a gay reply. Hearing this, he simply nodded at first, thinking that it was probably something normal. However, at looking over the blankets that pooled over his bare waist and then at his surroundings, then finally resting his now panicking eyes on me, he seemed to realize how abnormal this really was.
And then the piercing scream.
Naked, he jumped out of the bed and then dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I just sighed and scratched the back of my head. As if I wasn't used to this reaction before. 'There should probably be some of my old clothes around here somewhere,' I thought as I started to shuffle around in my dresser. Throughout college, I never stopped growing until recently so I ended up with a lot of clothes that were too small and a few that I bought too big just in case. My genetics suck.
Pulling out a plain, loose, white t-shirt and one of my old pairs of boxers, I casually walk out of my room and over towards the bathroom.
"Um, Sora? I've got some clothes for you if you want," I offer, knocking on the door lightly a few times. He timidly unlocked the door and peeked his head out a little, his large blue eyes looking from the clothes in my hand and back up to me.
"Oh, uh, thank you." At that he just took them quickly and slammed the door in my face. What the hell was he doing in there?
It was about an hour before I saw him meekly looking at my collection of scattered pages on my coffee table. I totally forgot I left my lyrics out there. He seemed so rapt up in them that he didn't even notice me watching him from the hallway.
"You know its rude to read other people's things," I say with a smirk, watching him look back at me embarrassedly and then slamming the papers back down onto the counter. I couldn't help but to chuckle at that, it was pretty cute.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just looking, that's all." He quickly averted his eyes as I walked up towards him and sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to me.
"Well, as long as you aren't spying for your brother, I think we're pretty okay," I say while I lean back into the couch, resting my elbows on the back of it. He just looked at me with another one of his dirty glares, this one not as threatening as before.
"I wouldn't spy for him. That's one thing that I won't do," he stressed. I guess he has at least some respect for himself. Well hopefully I can change that. Wow, I'm actually feeling charitable today. This is pretty new for me.
I mean seriously, I never give a shit about anyone but myself, especially now that I've been stepped on one too many times. Like with my first boyfriend, or actually, man-fling as I normally call him. It was during high school and he was a senior while I was a lowly sophomore. His name was Ansem and he loved more than anything to dominate me. I really don't know why. I mean, hell, I really wasn't into guys then but he just needed someone to have under his thumb. Probably also because I made out with his girlfriend at a party once and he wanted to make her miserable. Yeah, that was probably it.
Well, anyway, to make the long story short, he ended up making my life miserable and most girls thought I was gay after that so no one of the female gender wanted anything to do with the 'butt boy' of the most threatening guy the school had seen in years. And countless girly boys wanted a piece of me which is probably the reason why I don't like guys that much. If you had to deal with the constant fear of going to the bathroom by yourself and getting gang raped in the process by overly faggy guys, then you would totally be able to relate.
Wow, I really spaced out. Luckily, Sora is just reading my lyrics some more. Like I care anyway if someone reads them, they're gonna be sung anyway right?
"Well, what do you think?" He pauses and looks them over one last time with critical eyes. This guy can really get serious when he wants to.
"This one's too dry."
"W-w-what?"
"It's too dry. I mean have you seriously read this over?" he asked me, looking at me in all seriousness. Looking over it, it seemed pretty good to me. Hell, I thought it was fucking awesome for something that I came up with in ten minutes.
"Like what the hell do you mean by that? It's fine," I reply. Why the hell did I ask him anyway?
"Well, look at this line right here," he said as he touched his finger under one of my lines. "Puppet of adultery? What the hell is that?"
"But I like that line. It fits into the whole feeling you know?" I say, trying to gesture some kind of depressing feeling. He just raised an eyebrow at me and crossed the line out. "Hey! What the hell!"
"That one can be fixed. I know you can do better Riku. If you couldn't, I wouldn't feel so embarrassed that I have to help you with this." Damn bastard.
"I don't know." Hell, I really don't know, I really liked that line. It was beautiful. Utter perfection.
Grabbing the paper from him, I slowly write out another line. Damn perfectionist.
"Okay. That's actually better. It emphasizes that a lot better, that's good. Now you'll have to change out the last two lines and then you'll have to add a bridge and another verse," he said as he was marking up my page. What was he, my English teacher?
"Whatever," I replied with a sigh as I just listened to what the hell he told me to do. Seriously, I'm starting to miss the cold little brat from the bookstore. At least he wasn't criticizing everything I did. Hell, even better, he could turn from pissy one moment to being on his hands and knees, begging me not to stop.
Looking at the brunette next to me, I scan over his long tanned legs peeking out from under the hem of the long white shirt. I don't really care about those damn lyrics anymore, they can go to hell all I care. They'll still be here in a few hours.
"Don't even think about it," muttered Sora in an annoyed manner, making another mark over another set of my lyrics. How the hell did he know? I wasn't even doing anything yet! I was barely even thinking about it!
Eyeing him over suspiciously, I turn my eyes back onto the paper in front of me. This is going to be a great evening as well. I'll just be stuck here, writing lyrics like a good little boy and having to sleep on the couch, not being able to even touch the sexy little vixen next to me.
Okay, skipping the boring shit like 'hey, I woke, ate a sandwich, and went to bed,' and all of that, the morning wasn't that bad. Ignoring the fact that Sora had kicked me out of my room the night before, leaving me to actually sleep on the couch, everything was just peachy. Yeah, rotten peaches.
Laying on the couch, I rubbed my temples, trying to get the damn headache out of my head. I really need to get a better couch or have a better sleepover. I mean I wasn't really going to make a move on him last night; I was way too tired and annoyed to do anything remotely in that nature, even though if he wanted to I wouldn't refuse.
"No. The couch is that way," was all that I got from him when he shoved me out of the room and slammed the door closed. It would have been easy to bust open the weak ass lock on the knob if it wasn't for the chair that he propped up against it. When I finally get into my room, I'm taking an axe to that damn waste of good wood.
What really bugged the hell out of me was the fact that he didn't even toss me out a pillow or any kind of shit like that. And me, being on the lazier side of the male gender, I only have pillows on my clearance furniture if it was taped on the damn thing. And even at that, if they look good enough, I tend to take them and throw them in my room. So I didn't have anything between my head and the hard as hell arm of the raggedy sofa and had to use my coat as some makeshift blanket.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him, I swear," I mumble as I feel the hard throbbing in my head slowly turn into a full migraine.
"I heard you," sighed Sora as he walked his way past me and over to the kitchen. What the fuck? Who the hell does he think he is!
I sit up and glare at him, wondering what the hell he thought he was doing in my kitchen. And even in my clothes nonetheless. I mean it wasn't that bad on him, he took my extremely too small black turtleneck that fits nice and snug on his lithe form and a pair of my overly faded, worn, and torn jeans. A slim black belt was wrapped around his hips and a small silver crown pendant was hung from his neck.
"Oh don't look at me like that, you of all people should have had plenty of couch-time," he said, rolling his eyes as he scanned over the kitchen. "And what kind of slob are you? This kitchen is filthy! How old are those eggs!"
Oh yeah, I was supposed to throw those away last week. I'll get that done soon.
Walking over my room, I ignore his sounds of disgust as I shuffle lazily into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me, to the annoyance of my obnoxious throbbing head demon. I really need a shower, a nice long and warm one.
Stripping of my clothes, I look my face over in the mirror. I really look like a morning beauty. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that I had put on dark eye shadow the night before. And my hair looks like I'd been fucked into a brick wall, head first. Basically I look like hell.
"Mother fucker," I sigh as I turn on the shower and jump in, not caring that it wasn't warm yet. The icy water did help wake me up a little so I was glad for that. And when the warm water came in I sighed, feeling my knotted and tense muscles loosen up a little. Who could have thought that a night with the person of your dreams could leave you feeling like a stale pretzel?
I'd like to say again that the shower was great. It has to be one of the top ones in my entire life, if I really kept track of them all. I mean, it was the best thing to just fold my arms against the wall ahead of me and bury my face in it, letting the water rush over my body any way that it wanted.
Having to get out of the shower was a whole different story. I really didn't want to go but I knew that if I didn't get out Sora could have redone my whole apartment and made it… organized. I shudder at the thought.
Wrapping a towel around my waist and doing the rest of my morning duties, I exit the steamy room and walk out towards the kitchen. The smell that filled the whole apartment was like heaven and I knew what it was. It was fresh homemade pancakes!
On the counter was a fresh plate of buttery pancakes a little bit of scrambled eggs with cheese and pepper and glass of orange juice. By the way that it looks, it seems as if the eggs are fresh and I don't remember buying OJ in weeks.
"Don't stare at it. Eat," ordered Sora as he put down a small plate of fresh miniature banana nut muffins. My mouth almost waters looking at them. They look so good and the right amount of butter was spread on them as well, making it melt and ooze all over it.
So, trying not to choke myself in the process, I grab the fork and knife and dig in like I was never going to eat something nearly as good again. It was great, the whole damn thing. If God had come down and given me a billion dollars, I still wouldn't be as happy. Wait, what the hell am I saying? I'd be fucking ecstatic! Screw that comparison.
"Slow down, it's not a race," he scolded as he watched me chug down the rest of the orange juice in three fluid gulps.
"I can't help it, after all, I haven't eaten a good home cooked meal since my mom actually gave a fuck about me and that's a long time ago," I say while ripping a mini muffin in half, swirling it on my plate to get all of the good leftover juices.
Sora just shrugged. "I wouldn't be surprised if it was a long time. You look like you've never eaten anything other than takeout and instant for years."
"Basically." I ate down two more muffins while Sora slowly finished the rest of his eggs, eyes closed in some kind of contemplation. For someone who looks so innocent at times, he could be very deep as well. Seriously, it was as if he was figuring the cure for AIDS while drinking his orange juice. I wonder what's up with this guy, other than his asshole half-brother.
"It's good though, the food," I comment, trying to break the now five whole minutes of silence. He looks up to me and shrugs.
"Yeah, I have to repay you since you let me stay in your house," he said as he grabs one of the two muffins I left for him.
"But this is way more than you needed to do. I mean, how did you learn how to cook like this? It's perfect."
At that, a dark expression comes over Sora's face making him put the muffin back down and stand up, taking his plate. He walked over to the trash and dumped the leftovers out before he started washing the dish.
"Yan did."
Yeah, that wasn't the best way to start a conversation. Remind me to kick myself later. I just sit there in embarrassment, trying to figure out what the hell to say after that. After all, I only meant that to be a complement right?
"Don't worry about it though. My brother just has good tastes. He wants everything perfect and timely. As long as he's happy I'll do whatever he wants," he says in a mechanical and almost sorrowful way as he watches the water run over the plate, taking everything away with it.
Closing my eyes, I get out of the barstool and walk over to the coffee table. Shuffling through my menagerie of notes, I find the paper I was looking for. Now I know how to finish that song.
A/N: Wow, this chapter is so belated. I feel so freaking horrible. I mean, college is pretty hectic for me. I'm trying to figure out how to get to my classes and feed myself. I miss my mom making me food and setting it out for me. (cries) Anyway, I hope that you like this chapter. It was a little hard to get out but I finally did, after I listened to my new L'ArcenCiel CD "AWAKE." I love them so much! Well, I hope you review. I love getting feedback from you about how you hate Yan and how much you love the other characters and such. I know I made Sora a bit broody in this one but I think it'll give him justice. After all, he can't be cheery and cute like he always is when he's being sexually abused by his own brother. Eh, well, until the next chapter!