Author's Note: Uh, revised much?

Cheekon's Note: Uh, your mom much?

Alter Ego's Note: Uh, more cookies much?

Title: TeXt Me

Genre: Romance, Humor, Mystery (kind of, not really), Yaoi (that's a genre?), Horror (only in Riku's case against Sora liking him)

Rating: M for mature… who cares!

Summary: Riku is the only goth at school who is hated by football star, Sora Harada. So with a screwed up life, Riku gets an Internet secret admirer. Wait until he finds out who it really is!

Disclaimer: I NO OWN, YOU NO SUE, SO BURN IN ICELAND!

Warnings: Tackling that involves so much more, fights that deal with break ups, and… stabbing of a broccoli. Poor vegetable…

TeXt Me…

Break Ups and Bleeding, Pierced Hearts…

- -

As you all know, my twin goes out with my enemy, Harada. Why not just call him Sora? Well, I don't talk to people I hate by their names. For example, I call my bastard of a dad Satan and my bitch of a mom Satan's wife. Get it?

Right…

I was actually going to participate in gym today. Oh, what joy that would be.

"Riku," the coach called. I turned, sneering.

"What?" Jackass… go shove something up your ass, maybe your whistle might be ample.

"You're captain and so is Sora," he said, pointing to Sora who was wearing a white T-shirt with navy shorts. I tilted my head.

"You want me to be captain?"

"Go," and with that he left me to contemplate on my problem. Stupid football… Why was there tackling involved? And why do the annoying cheerleaders have to have practice on the same day and in the same place I have gym? Well, my sister was a cheerleader, so no biggie.

I walked up to my position, the football cradled in one arm. I faced a smirking Sora.

"Ready to get tackled, Riku?" he asked. I shrugged.

"You have no muscles, so I'm not worried…" I got down to hike the ball. Sora didn't leave his eyes off me. It was getting strange. Yeah, maybe he liked me after that stupid damn kiss, but he goes out with Naminé, so…

"HIKE!" I threw the ball to Cheekon who was behind me. I ran up to the other side of the field to block anybody from Sora's team (which consisted of Cloud, Tidus, Wakka, and other jock assholes I will not name). Okay, but Cheekon threw the ball to none other than me. Damn you, Cheekon!

Now I had the ball, running to touchdown. Well, I was actually sauntering because the other guys were too afraid to touch the only goth in school. Go me…

I was about to score when I felt something bring me down to the grass. It was Sora.

"Ha! I stopped you from winning!" he cheered, his hands wrapped around my wrists. I grimaced.

"Harada, get off of me. You're heavy!"

He shook his head. "Nope, I'm not going to get off you until you give me a kiss…"

"WHAT?-!"

"I said, give me a kiss…" Sora grinned. I chocked in my own spit.

NO way, in hell, am I going to kiss some bastard who not only goes out with my sister Naminé, but also makes out with her in public. I hate my life now.

"Hey, get off him, pervert!" Thank god. Cheekon pulled Sora up to his feet, growling. "Don't you have someone else to pin down on the ground?" Cheekon asked angrily, holding a hand out for me to get up. I got my composure back and dusted my shorts.

Sora only rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I do, but…"

"Sora! That was so awesome! I don't know anyone who could bring my brother down!" cried Naminé, running up to hug and kiss Sora. Cheekon and I groaned in annoyance. We still haven't gotten used to the whole making out in public thing even after two whole months.

We began walking to start another game when I felt Naminé's hand on my wrist.

"What, Naminé?" I asked, not even turning around for her to see my extremely angry face.

"You're really mad, aren't you…?" Naminé asked in a quiet voice.

"Hmmm… jeez, I wonder why…?" I said coolly and sarcastically, wrenching my wrist away from her. These days, I think Naminé and me are becoming more distant. Well, yeah… wouldn't you do the same if your twin sister knows you hate a person that starts making out with her in public? Right after he kissed you, too! It sucks!

I walked away from her, only looking back once to see her having another smack on the lips with Sora. God, it was so gross.

- -

"God, I can't believe you could live in the same house with her…" Chris said, staring at her lunch before her. I only shrugged.

"Whatever… I can live. Well… not really…" I muttered, turning around to see Naminé and Sora indulged in a conversation right across the table from us. Cheekon narrowed his eyes at the sight.

"If I were you, I'd tell her never to invite him over at the house," Cheekon said, putting the burrito in his mouth. I sighed.

"She said she was thinking about it… I mean, during this weekend, which is good," I said. Chris nodded.

"Yeah, you're going over my house for the weekend since it's my turn."

I went to either Cheekon's house or Chris's house during the weekends; I sometimes need a break from my horrible life from home. If you know what I mean…

"Hey, you know," Chris said, holding up her fork, "this broccoli," she was referring to the horrible vegetable on her tray, "looks a lot like Sora…" She stabbed it. She did this quite some time, looking like a maniac trying to kill somebody.

I hoped that somebody was Sora.

Cheekon blinked at Chris's sudden attack on the helpless broccoli.

"You could just throw that away, you know…" Cheekon murmured. Chris ignored him.

"Yeah… me likes to kill," was her flat reply, dropping the fork on the table. Shaking my head, I saw Sora coming up to me from the corner of my eye. Oh, shit…

"Hey, Riku," Sora said, scratching his head. He sounded… nervous? "I was wondering if I could talk to you…" I frowned.

"I'm busy…" I said, turning around to my friends so he would get the point. Chris covered her mouth to stop herself from cussing the shit out of Sora. Cheekon only gave a disgusted look to the incarnation of the devil also known as Harada.

"W-well, it's really important," he stuttered. This caught my attention. The boy always had something to say, stupid or retarded, and said it with a straightforward tone. I smirked, turning around.

"Fine…" I looked back, mouthing, "He's going to regret talking to me," to my friends. They nodded in agreement.

I followed Sora out of the cacophony of all the chattering in the cafeteria, and found myself going outside. He leaned himself against the big tree of the campus, smoothing his nest of hair with his hand. He let out a sigh that sounded like he had been holding it.

"So…" I finally said, interrupting the very awkward silence. "What do you want, Harada?" he gave me a frown.

"Why don't you call me by my name, Riku?" he asked quietly, his face actually looking serious at the moment.

"That is your name, Harada. And we aren't that friendly, Harada," was my flat reply. Seriously, this kid was really naïve. Maybe that was why I use to have a crush on.

'Used to' being the keywords here.

If you really want to hear the whole story… Then fine. I'll tell you…

- -

"Hey, Sora!" I called, trying to maintain a happy smile after the… incident that happened to me the other day.

Sora, my best friend, was hanging around with the jocks. He just made it to the football team. I approached him, getting many stares from all the other jocks like Wakka, Tidus, Cloud, and them.

"…" Sora just stared at me as if he was looking at something very disgusting. I gave him a sheepish smile.

"Sora, you didn't call yesterday—!"

"You hang around people like him, Sora, man?" Wakka asked detestably. I blinked.

"I heard that this guy was a fag," added Tidus, backing away as if I was some kind of mutant walking around in a black shirt, black cargo pants, and black dyed hair. I frowned.

"What is with you people…?"

"What's with you, Riku?-!" Cloud asked, shoving me just a little. Enough to get me really pissed.

"Sora, what is with them?" I looked at the boy who was mockingly smirking.

"They're right, Riku. What is with you?"

I gave him an inquiring look. What was with you, Sora Harada?-! You're acting like you're not my best friend…

"Yeah, we even heard that he has a crush on you, Harada," another boy said whom I didn't want to know their name. He gave me a vile glare when I faced him.

I looked back at Sora. His eyes, they were different. They held some sort of mockery and hate towards me. Was it because of the fact I had feelings toward my best friend?

"Sora, I…"

"Riku, you're such a fag."

I felt my world break into another million pieces; they were already broken when he did that to me, but Sora? Saying I was a "fag"? The one person whose opinion mattered the most, called me a "fag"? Anger was fueling inside me.

"So, that's what I am to you, Sora?" I said, clenching my fists, gritting my teeth. "Just a fag who has a crush on you…?"

Sora rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's what I think about you," was his downright reply. I stopped dead in my tracks. The words were stuck in my throat, many thoughts going through my head.

I had only wanted to ask Sora for some comfort, but now I know… now I know how he really feels about me.

And I thought I could give my heart to this bastard.

I walked away, only hearing the snickering from behind me. I sighed, hoping that the damn tears wouldn't fail on me now.

- -

"Riku?" A hand suddenly appeared in front of my face. I hate it when people do that. Hello, people, I'm thinking! I really don't need to listen to your stupid crap that no one else wants to hear. But… somehow, with Sora, I just let the act slip by.

Maybe I still… No way! I didn't have feelings for Sora anymore. I am so over him.

Or so I think I am.

"What, you wanted to talk…"

"Yeah… um…" Sora stared at his feet. I was sitting on the grass beside the tree, head resting on my hands. I gave him a smirk.

"Cat got your tongue?" I mused, only to get a pout from Sora. God… I used to remember the many times I would have liked to kiss that pout away from his very cute face. But, he looked even more adorable when he pouted.

ACK! What am I thinking! Sora sighed, looking back at my face, staring dead in the eye.

"I really like you, Riku…"

I gave him a bewildered look. "What!" Of all the times he had called me a dirty Mexican/Asian fag, he was actually saying he liked me? What was the world coming to?

Thinking that this was some kind of a joke, I rolled my eyes.

"Really funny, Harada. Really funny," I said sarcastically. He frowned.

"But I'm serious." His face even matched to what he was saying.

"Why are you telling me this now?" I said, standing up now so I was hovering over the brunette. "Why are you telling me this when you're going out with my sister, eh?" I asked again. Sora looked down at his hands that were laid on his lap.

"I…" But he didn't finish his sentence. I was too angry and confused for him to finish.

"Oh, so you think my sister is some cheap whore you could use to get closer to me? But why?-! I thought you hated me after the years, two in counting, you're saying all this? Why, why?-!" I was practically screaming at him. I was about to say more when I felt hot lips crashing on my own.

Oh, god! Not again. I could have sworn that my tongue was actually playing with the evil bastard's, moaning at the pleasure.

Pleasure?-! What is it with me and my feelings!

My hands started to roam, grabbing that fine ass of his. I heard him moan in my mouth. We let go, realizing our new position. Sora was on top of me, his hands already getting ready to pull my shirt over my head. And me, lying flat on the grass, his ass still firmly held by my very perverted hands. He gave me his trademark grin.

"I told you I wanted a kiss…" he finally said, giving me a peck on my cheek. He used one hand to stroke my face.

"Mmmm… me likes the feel of Riku-sama's face," Sora purred. It kind of made the situation a little kinky, if I say so myself. And it also made my… uh, yeah… problem worse. It took quite a while for my oh-so naughty thoughts to calm themselves down enough for me to push Sora off me.

"I still don't like the idea, Sora." I said quietly, sitting up. Sora gave me an indignant look.

"… Is it because I go out with Naminé?" he asked, looking as if he was in the verge of tears. Well that was one of the reasons.

Reason 2: I still resented the kid no matter how much my libido screams his name.

Reason 3: People will think that I was crazy if I announced Sora liked me.

And last but not least: I wasn't ready to be in another relationship. Simple as that.

"Okaay…" I said slowly as if I was talking to some really stupid kid, which Sora was beginning to act like. "Naminé's going to be very pissed at not just you but me, too," I said, standing up for the second time in a row.

Sora cast his eyes again to his feet. I just left the kid alone to fix his own problems, hearing the bell, signifying that lunch was over.

- -

"Psst, Riku…" I heard Chris, who was sitting behind me, whispered in my ear as I turned my gaze away from the window.

"What?" I whispered back, glancing up to see the history teacher's, Mrs. Takahashi, back still facing the class.

"What did you do with Harada?" she said, pointing to the evil jerk that sat right next to me.

I frowned. "I really don't want to talk about it know." Okay, even though she was one of my best friends, I had many secrets that are kept from her. Like about Satan, about how life is at home, and the little problem I was having with Sora.

Chris' eyes narrowed. "You don't want me to get angry, do you?" She emphasized her point by raising the sharp end of her pencil and stabbing me in the back with it gently. You did not want to get her angry. Oh my god! I did that once and… Well, you could just say that I couldn't show my face for a whole week. Incredibly scary when she was mad.

"No, I don't want you angry. I just don't want to talk about it…" I hissed back.

Mrs. Takahashi's fat face turned around to see if everyone was paying attention to the boring lesson about the French Revolution and turned back to write all the famous leaders. I turned around to see if Chris was going to say more, but she didn't. Surprisingly, she was actually taking notes. She could be as smart as me if she wanted to. Well, she chooses not to when she hates the class.

I turned my attention to my little masterpiece of cutting Sora into little bitty pieces and burning him and his ashes when a folded piece of paper landed right on top of my beautiful art.

I looked up, glancing around to see where the little fucker who passed me the note was. Hey, I was the only goth in school, and Chris and Cheekon were the only ones to actually pass me notes during class.

Cheekon was out of the question since he wasn't even in the class; he had Trigonometry for sixth period. I shrugged, opening the note.

—So, is Naminé the only reason you won't go out with me?

I rolled my eyes. Will this kid ever give up getting in my pants? I jotted something down before passing it to my right. I then began writing some facts about the stupid lesson.

I could picture the asshole having a little hope in his eyes as he read my reply: That's not the only reason. And it isn't even the most important reason.

He quickly wrote back and tossed it back to me.

—Are you going to tell me the other reasons?

I shot a glare at the side of his face. NO WAY IN THIS FUCKING LIFE WAS I GOING TO TELL HIM THE OTHER REASONS!

—No.

He frowned at my reply. He looked up to see if the teacher was looking, which she was. He then pretended like he was taking the useless notes before the teacher turned her attention to the chalkboard. He wrote a reply.

—Why not?

I angrily wrote a reply and sent it off.

—I'll get to the fucking point.

1) I don't want to tell.
2) You of all people don't need to know the other reasons.
3) I don't like you. Got it?

To my relief the bell had rung. I left that class as quickly as possible so I wouldn't have Sora to pester me about the situation. Chris had to run up to me to catch up.

- -

The end of the day. Yes… a whole weekend of no school and a lot of fun. I had to practice with Chris and Cheekon for our band, Bleeding, Pierced Hearts. I was lead singer and electric guitar; Chris was bass guitar; Cheekon was drummer. We also have another guy in our band that plays the guitar too, but he goes to a different school than we do. His name was Leon and boy, did he like leather! Anyhow, I was walking to my locker to get my shit from it when I heard voices from the corner.

"Naminé, I need to talk to about something…" Was that Sora's voice?

"Okay." Was that Naminé?

"Um…" I carefully slipped behind a trashcan that was close to the couple. I know, very original. Hey, I was eavesdropping, which I was really good at. Well, only in cases when no one expects me to. I was practically invisible to most of the popular kids except one. Selphie, the most eccentric bubble I will ever meet. I hoped.

"Well… this is really important… and…"

"Yes…" I saw Naminé moving closer to Sora, placing her hands on the front of his white T-shirt. She was only inches away from kissing the hell out of Sora before he said his last words.

"I think we should break up."

I balled my fists. How could he? What the hell was he doing to my sister!

Naminé stared at Sora, a quizzical look plastered on her face.

"W-what…?" she managed to say after the cruel words hit her. "You want to break up with… ME?-! After you said you love me all those times, and all the sweet sentiments you said to me, you want to do this!" her voice rose in volume with each word. I then noticed that other people were trying to see what the whole commotion was about.

I saw Sora's little groupies and jock assholes behind him and Naminé's group behind her. Other people were seeing what was going on, even teachers! I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry. There's someone else in my heart right now." Oh shit! I was afraid that person was me.

"Who?-!" Naminé was in tears, her makeup getting all runny. I was praying to God that Sora not answer honestly. My life would be more ruined than it already is. To my surprise he didn't answer because I suddenly appeared behind my hiding place, my anger already showing on my face.

"Harada…" I clenched my teeth together. I flexed my fists together. Everyone awed at my appearance. Naminé shook her head.

"Don't get involved, Riku," she insisted, her hand held firm on my sleeve. I brushed her off and sulked up to the bastard.

"FUCK YOU!" I punched him, my anger still not satisfied. I then tackled him down, my fists flying up and down, landing on his face. He whimpered and writhed under my weight. He was going to pay!

"WHAT IS YOUR DAMN PROBLEM?-!" Another fist came down, creating a nosebleed. I could hear the crowd chanting, "FIGHT! FIGHT!" They didn't exist at the moment. It was only Sora and I.

Sora placed his forearms to protect him from my fury. Right now, I was going to make him bruised and bloody. My knuckles were becoming sore, but to hell with them! Sora needed to DIE!

"What is the meaning of this?-!" My attacks didn't stop until I felt arms scoop me up. It was the stupid principal, Mr. Jones. "YOU! Mr. Itsuki!" I was known by the principal; not only was I the only goth at school, but I'm also the only one to ever go to the principal's office multiple times. This caused a better punishment at home, but some of the things were actually worth it. Like now.

"I was beating this little shit to know who was boss." I answered, kicking Sora in the side since I was in the perfect position to.

The principal shoved me to the side to examine the helpless asshole huddled on the ground. I got a lot of glares coming from Sora's group and many cheers from both Naminé's group and other random people. Chris and Cheekon were one of the people clapping.

"You rock!" Selphie said, and about to crush me in her arms if it wasn't for Mr. Jones to step up to me. I gave him an angry look.

"Office. Now." He ordered. So, Sora and I followed the dumbass of a principle to his office down the hall. The crowd shriveled until everyone went to their places to go home. I hoped Chris and Cheekon would wait for me.

"Sit." The principle referred to the chairs in front of his desk. I took my seat, watching Sora wince with every movement he made with his body. This made me smirk.

"Now," the principle sat in his own seat, folding his hands together in front of him. "What was with the commotion back there?" I knew he was questioning Sora, the so-called victim.

"Well…"

I rolled my eyes at the lack of words the retard had. I interrupted the silence.

"He broke up with my twin sister, so I beat him enough that he can't even recall what happened," I said, crossing my arms in front of my black shirt, scowling.

Mr. Jones gave me a cold glare. "I didn't ask you, Mr. Itsuki."

"You didn't specify whom the question was for," I snapped, getting another cold glare from Mr. Jones.

"Since you so like to spend your free time with Mr. Harada here"—I hated being in the same life time with him, so don't start saying I like to spend my time with him—"you have to spend time with each other. That's your punishment," the principle stated. I gasped my mouth open. I was not going to go through with this bullshit.

"To hell, no!" I said, slamming my hands on his wooden desk. Mr. Jones didn't even flinch.

"You seem to have quite a temper. And to my knowledge, Sora's father, Mr. Harada, is an excellent psychiatrist who will be actually willing to help someone like you." A smile actually appeared on that bastard's face.

I turned around to Sora, knowing I wasn't going to get a side of my story in the argument. I slumped myself down to the sit, frowning.

"Well, since no one will else argue"—Fuck you—"I will let you guys go. I will contact your parents, so they know about my arrangements. Sora," Mr. Jones got his disgusting self up. "You will spend the weekend with Riku to see how he acts at his own home and report to your father. Understood?"

"Yes, sir… Oww…" Sora held his stomach tight. Sora got up. Mr. Jones glared at me, telling me to follow the weakling to his locker, inaudibly. I did.

When we got our stuff and went to clean up in the bathroom (Sora's case only), I met with Cheekon and Chris who were waiting patiently on the sidewalk until they gazed at the person behind me. Chris was the first to ask.

"Uh… A stray dog is following you, Riku," Sora only gave Chris an indignant look. I sighed.

"Um… you guys, I can't come over. The damn principle punished me to spend some time with Harada here. Sorry."

Chris and Cheekon gave me baffled looks.

"You're kidding!" Cheekon said. "You can't be serious?"

"Unfortunately, he is." Sora said, shifting the book bag strap on his arm. Cheekon sneered.

"Well… we'll see you later. Can you at least come over just a bit?" Chris pleaded. I knew Chris was asking, so we could practice our songs in her empty garage. I guess I could go, if I could manipulate Sora to jump off a cliff. Highly unlikely to happen.

- -

"Who's the little fucker, dumbass?" Satan asked, the smell of alcohol hanging in his voice. I made a face.

"My boyfriend," I said flatly. I could have sworn I saw a sparkle in Sora's eyes when I said this, but I ignored it. I had too much to think about right now. Like the sounds coming from Naminé's room that sounded like crying, the band practice, and the feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I was almost reluctant to bring Sora to my house because of Satan. Satan only scowled but kept his mouth shut to my surprise. Satan's wife wasn't home to bother me, too, so I headed upstairs to my haven/my room. The first thing Sora saw was the huge bulletin board of all the lovely pictures of my good times bolted on my wall right beside my unmade bed.

Sora blinked at his surroundings. "This is a small room…" he said, walking around. I narrowed my eyes.

"I'm sorry rich boy isn't satisfied," I said curtly. Sora turned around to face me.

"I didn't mean it like that! What I really meant was that well…"

I raised an eyebrow. "You meant what?"

"I meant this place hasn't changed, was all that I meant," he said. I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

I hated talking about that somewhat past. You know. The one when Sora and I used to be inseparable.

I walked over to my computer, which I left on every morning because I'm too lazy to turn it off or on and, surprisingly, it always stays on. I opened my live journal when Satan started screaming.

"RIKU! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" Oh, great. Mr. Jones must have called. Here comes the aftermath punishment.

"I'll be right back." I said in a voice that clearly said that I wasn't going to come back after the beating. If Sora had noticed that, he didn't show it. Sora smiled a bit.

"Okay…" With that, I walked to Satan's wrath.

- -

Sora just couldn't help but stare at the collage of pictures on the bulletin board. There were so many pictures: pictures of Riku, Chris, and Cheekon; pictures of Riku and his siblings. Most of the pictures Riku hardly ever smiled, even if Chris had her fingers on the corner of his mouth to make it look believable. Sora thought it made Riku look strange. It was rare to see Riku have a real smile on his face. Sora knew that.

Sora was probably the only one that ever saw Riku ever smile for real.

But one picture really caught the brunette's attention. Sora walked up to the board and pulled the picture out of the others with struggle. Sora's heart skipped a beat.

It was a picture of the two, drenched and smiling, the day Sora and Riku went to Destiny Islands. Sora clearly remembered that day.

Sora had wanted to take a picture of his best friend in his black trunks and sell it on EBay. Riku began running away from Sora, protesting that he was too ugly to be on the Internet. It was then Sora had caught up with the older boy, but had only managed to push him to the cold water. Riku was drenched. He gave Sora a playful glare then pulled the boy down to the water. They both had laughed, having fun.

It was then Riku smiled. Sora took this as a chance to take a picture.

Riku was yelling at him for taking it, but when they got the pictures developed and saw it, Riku laughed.

"I actually can smile!" was what he said. Sora laughed.

"See? You're not that ugly!" Sora pointed out. Riku only rolled his eyes.

The memory almost made Sora feel guilty. He had been so cruel to Riku these past two years. He knew it. Sora sighed.

It was really ironic of how the situation was. Sora had finally realized he liked the silver haired teen after he humiliated him in front of his football friends. But his football friends just provoked Sora to just make his ex-best friend's life a living hell.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound from the computer it was making. Sora turned around to see, Journal Ready To Be Deleted! blinking on the screen. Curiosity taking the best of him, the brunette walked up to the computer and clicked on the journal. Why would Riku want to delete an entry? It was a long entry and said, 'Only to be read by Riku!' but this didn't seem like a warning to the younger boy.

He'll never know, thought Sora, reading the journal.

"Gah. I just can't seem to tell anyone about my problems except to this stupid journal. Oh well. Writing eases my pain just a little.

"Anyways, where was I? Oh, yeah. I was about to tell what's been bugging me for the past two days. I guess I can write this. I mean, it's not like I'm going to post this to the Internet, right? Okay, here it goes.

"I was raped by my father. I thought he loved me like couples do but he raped me and beat me up. I cried.

"Writing the details is going to make me very depressed, but I really don't want to leave this room to do anything else. Here's the story.

"Well to start, since my mom has been working a lot lately, my dad hasn't really beaten me as often.

"I found this strange. I mean, my three-times-beating-a-day had lowered to really just a slap for slipping a cuss word. I was going to ask my dad about it when he kissed me. I felt awkward; I had never kissed anyone. Nor had I ever had feelings towards a guy like that. I had a few crushes, but all of them were for girls. Never a guy. It kind of scared me and I thought it was wrong to kiss your dad but it just felt… I don't know… right?

"But I got used to the causal kisses and the touching on my… nether regions. I guess it's okay if it's a family member doing that to you. I then found myself actually falling for my old man.

"Weird, huh? I didn't think so back then.

"I began kissing him back, telling him I loved him more than just a father. I thought he accepted that, that he loved me in the same way, too.

"I was wrong.

"One day, Dad came home pretty drunk. But we still did what we did together but this time it went too far. He began ripping my clothes the moment we went to his room. I was afraid. I tried persuading him to stop it, but he just kissed me forcefully, pinning me to the bed.

"I squirmed, screaming at the top of my lungs. But no one was there to hear me; my siblings went out to a party I wasn't invited.

"Even with his words of comfort, reassuring me that it was going to be okay, I didn't believe a word. I wanted it to stop.

"I wanted the pain to stop when he entered inside me. There was no love in the lovemaking, just pain and agony. I screamed again, only to have me being beaten again. Finally, when I thought all my strength had left, I mustered it enough to actually shift my knee hard enough that it hit his groin.

"Dad collapsed on the floor, yelling cuss words at me as I ran out of the place. I got into my room, bolting the door shut and locking it. I leaned against the door, naked. I was in a hurry to get out, forgetting about the discarded clothes next to the bed. The thought made me recoil.

"How could I?" was all I could think about. How could I have fallen in love with some man who only wanted me for my body, never my love and trust? I lowered myself until my knees were pressing against my chest. I buried my head in my arms, hugging myself.

"I had to cry. I think that was the only thing I could do properly in my life…

"I just hoped Sora was at school tomorrow so I could ask for his comfort."

Sora stared at the entry after reading it. He swore he could hear something break inside him. He saw the date of the journal, April 19th, 2003. Sora remembered that date. It was the day before Riku went up to him only to have Sora belittle him. It was the day that the great friend relationship had ended horribly.

Was that the reason Riku wanted to talk to Sora, to ask for comfort after what his father did to him?

Sora closed the file, got out of the computer, and laid himself on his stomach on Riku's bed. He was on the urge of crying if he hadn't heard footsteps. Sora turned around, wishing he didn't.

"What? You seem surprised to see me? You thought my old man could kill me that easily?" Riku mused, pointing at the black and blue bruises on his face. Sora flinched. Not the fact that Riku was actually smiling even after being beaten by his own father, but by the fact Riku had actually tried maintaining an almost normal life even after an ordeal such as his father did to him.

All the guilt just felt heavy in his stomach.

"Hey, Harada. Let's go to Chris's house." Riku arched his eyebrows at the sudden depression arising Sora's face.

Sora snapped out of his state, overcoming his sadness with a smile. "Okay."

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Author's Note II: What a better third chapter? I don't know. It's just longer than the others.

Cheekon's Note II: I hope this is actually getting more reviews, you idiot.

Alter Ego's Note II: COOKIES AND REVIEWS, PLEASE!

F.A.Q.T.I.A.Y.G.H.B.W.T.A.M or Frequent Asked Questions That I Assume You Guys Have Been Wanting To Ask Me

How is Riku Mexican if he is so pale?

Er… He has only some Mexican, just not enough for him to actually have a tint of a tan. Some of you guys were really confused by that. He only has just a tiny bit of it. Who did he get the Mexican from? Not telling… (Hint, hint: More twists in my story)

Will Riku ever find out about Monkey Dancer?

Yeah. The least unexpected person actually finds out who it is and it's not Riku!

Will anyone know about Riku's problems since Sora's dad's going to be his new psychiatrist?

Uh… something happens that make the whole secret exposed…

WHEN WILL THE NEXT DAMN CHAPTER BE INSTALLED!

The most obvious question… when I don't feel tired.

Next in TeXt Me:

An unexpected death. Secrets that need to be kept are revealed. And the biggest question: does Riku and Sora ever going to be together?