A/n: Posting this really quickly before I catch my plane to Rhode Island! Thank you, thank you, thank you to everybody who reviewed! This time we move onto Sora's POV, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, I never will, and I don't really want it in the first place, so don't sue.

I have known Riku Abe for my most of life. My family moved out to the 'burbs from my rural farm town in first grade. Riku lived down the street from me, and his family was one of the many that came bearing casseroles and brownies. On my first night in my new home, in my new town I met my best friend. Riku appeared with his mother, and a steaming plate of cookies.

Riku was the only kid that had come over, and so we scurried off into the backyard to play. On my first day of school, I was delighted to find my new friend in my class, and we've been together ever since. Little league, school, summer camp. Been there, done that, and all of it together.

Riku is referred to as, the second son, the Friday son, or the son I never knew I had. The fact is Riku is almost always over at my house. He's helping with my homework, playing with my dog, kicking my ass at Halo, watching TV, and wrestling with me. Riku had become such a stable part of my life, he had become my brother. Or…that's how my parents perceived it.

The fact is I saw Riku in a different light. Not as my best friend, and defiantly not as my brother. Riku, to me, is my one and only true love. It's odd to grow in love with somebody. Did that make sense? As stated before, Riku has always been a large, large part of my life. We went through the friend stage, and now I've progressed into the 'God do I want to throw him into the nearest horizontal surface and screw him senseless' stage. This, I've been reassured countless of times, is a normal part of being a teenager.

Whereas I grew into a scrawny teenager with not a hint of hair on my chest, Riku matured, yes matured, into one fine piece of man candy; tall, piercing eyes, long flowing locks, the complete package for any teen that approved of the male sex. I was among this happy flock. Poor Sora Lombardi, the good catholic boy struck down with homosexuality and wanting into the pants of his best friend. Now I didn't mind being gay, not in the least, what I did mind was that out of the entire male population, out of about eight billion people, I choose Riku. Poor Riku with stunning green eyes that I could just stare into for hours…see that? And poor Riku had never done anything to attract my raging hormones. I almost felt sorry for him.

Almost. Because then you'd be invited to a pool party, and Riku would be there. Poor little Sora, scrawny baby faced Sora (that's me), would be struck down where he stood by the half naked best friend turned wet dream. Oh yes Riku, I really do want to wrestle with you in the pool, when we don't have any shirts and we're wet. That sounds like a fine idea; let me get right to that.

If Riku had any idea, and I mean any, that I liked him, well…life would be different. I wouldn't be asked to inspect his stomach to see if he was finally 'growing' (his words not mine) a six pack. I wouldn't be tackled from across the room and sat upon in triumph. And I'm pretty sure he wouldn't spend the night anymore. Or watch scary movies with me, because, yes, they freak me out and I need a pillow that normally comes in the form of Riku.

I'd always been the good one. When Riku wanted to run around and shoot things with Beebe guns, I was the one to stop and think. No, I really don't think harming the squirrels will do any good Riku, put the fire arm away. Riku, please put the sword down, there aren't any pirates. For God's sake Riku, turn the nightlight off, the Darkness isn't coming to take you away. And Riku, being the Devil's advocate, normally had his way anyway, but at least I got the merit points.

Riku's first girlfriend was a sweet girl named Naminè. From there, they only got progressively worse. Or so I thought. I mean, weren't the slutty cheerleader suppose to go after the football players? Leave the harmless soccer players to us! Nobody really even goes to their games to begin with…

During these stressful times, when Riku had a girlfriend and was much too busy sticking his tongue down her throat to bother with me, I turned to God. The closeted gay, hiding out in church, praying for the destruction of deplorable cheerleaders, that's me. I make a horrible Catholic…for more than one reason.

So, divinely help came in the form of one Kairi O'Keefe. Who really wasn't all that divinely seeing as how I've known her for longer than Riku. Kairi was my best friend back in good 'ol rural Illinois. We were playmates from preschool upwards, and with many play weddings in our family rooms we became best friends. I was luckily enough to exchange screen names with her in third grade, our last face-to-face meeting. And though she goes through about a new screen name a week, we've remained in contact. And she has become my one true confidant when it comes to my sexuality.

Kairi had always tried to encourage me to 1- Do something, or 2- Drop it. I suppose that four years of my persistent grumblings had finally gotten on her nerves. But really, harboring a crush on your best friend since the age of twelve isn't really all that bad. Riku, bless his soul, still hasn't caught on. I mean, even after that really awkward time in the movie theater. I so thought he'd finally realize.

I was sitting there, with the popcorn bucket in my lap, and it was getting down to the last kernels. So, he leans over, and reaches down to grab the last handful. Now, to my disturbed thirteen year old mind, it was like he touched me. Like …down there. If you catch my drift. So I bolted up, forced the popcorn on him and rushed off to the bathroom to go fix my little problem.

Waking up almost every day sweaty and gross with a painful erection and half form thoughts of naked friends is not fun. I mean, I took baths with Riku when we were kids. I've caught him changing into his swims trunks for gym. Good god, I've slept in the same bed, gone on family vacations, played connect four, and walked the dog with him. And I want into his pants. I dream about him every night, about him touching me, and yelling my name, and wanting me. I dreamed that he wanted only me and only me, not some slutty girl. Looking at me like that, just like how he looks at those girls before his runs off with them for a make out session. And I was his friend.

For nine years I've known him, four of those I've had a crush on him, but I've always loved him. And now…Riku Abe was just…

I don't even know. He was just Riku, and I want him so badly it hurts. At sixteen I've never been kissed, or had any form of girlfriend or boyfriend. And Kairi, divinely Kairi, was right. It was time to do something or drop it. And with God as my witness I will not just 'drop it'. I will fight tooth and nail for my chance with Riku Abe.

So, I attempted to play the subtle card. And it wasn't very subtle at all. I asked him to come over to watch a movie…that'd turn out to be a romantic comedy. For example:

"Hey Riku want to come over to watch a movie?"

"Sure Sora sounds good. I'll come over tonight."

"Okay, it's a date."

"What'll we be watching?"

"…My Best Friend's Wedding."

"Okay, then."

"IT'S A DATE!"

And then the not so subtle hints were dropped.

"Riku! Want to go out?"

"Okay."

"I was thinking we could go somewhere nice…"

"Great, I'll meet you at Applebee's."

Watching Riku eat five awesome blossoms was not really what I had in mind.

Attempts to seduce him also went just as unnoticed. I mean, one can eat a Popsicle only so sexily before gagging yourself on the damned thing. I was looking right at him the whole time, and nothing. He did nothing except laugh and patted me on the back as I started to cough.

Girls flirt differently then guys. As a proud member of the male gender, I'm more inclined to pass off my hints in loud exuberant hints, if at all. Though somehow, I doubt picking on Riku would have the desired effects. Riku, however, had dated girls. And perhaps it was time to take a lesson or two out of their book.

So, I avoided eye contact. I bit my lips, shied away from direct contact with him. And when I did, it was a touch here or there when he least expected it. I wore tighter clothing, and fiddled with my hair. I would ask him for help, and leaned in really close before quickly pulling away. Still nothing, other than occasional raised eyebrow. In fact, I was asked out by someone at school during my "let's pretend to have a vagina" phase. Now, Tidus was a good kid and all, but I only have eyes for Riku.

My next maneuver was a little bold. I accidently-on-purpose locked myself out of my house during a rain storm, whilst wearing a white t-shirt. So I was naturally inclined to take shelter at Riku's, who was after all, just down the street. So, my clothes were practically see-through by the time I got to his house. I thought it might…I dunno, arouse him to the fact that I could be…attractive? Nope, I got a warm shower and some of Riku's spare clothes instead of a roll in the hay.

I took Sci-Fi and Fantasy because I liked to read. Reading for me was easy, fun even. You don't have to think to read, and so I signed up for the class unknowing that it would be filled with slackers and stoners. And here I thought I was going to be able to read Asimov and get school credit for it. Luckily, there were a few other studious kids in my class. Among this select few was Roxas Thomas, boy genius, and of course Riku, who I swindled into taking the class.

We went to MSI, in an attempt to learn about… I dunno something. Half of us had been about a thousand times, and the other half really didn't care to begin with. Fields trips are taken for educational purposes, but abused to the highest degree and becomes an excuse to miss a day of school. And so, Riku and I wandered the hallow halls of the Museum of Science and Industry.

I of course had to go see the Eye Spy exhibit, and spent most of my time trying to figure out where the hell the fifth mouse was hidden. I dragged Riku to the U-505 submarine, Networld, the Ship collection, the racing cars, of course the hatchery, the heart and my favorite the Fairy Castle. I can remember standing in that room for what felt like hours, picking out the smallest details and listening to all of the information.

Jabbering, I pointed out the picture of Mickey and Minnie Mouse, drawn by Walt Disney himself. Riku just smiled and listened to me, nodding his head every now and then. The thing was, he actually listened, and didn't brush off what I was talking about; even if it was about a giant doll house.

We ended up in the ice cream parlor, and we sat in comfortable silence. Wistfully, I stared out the window at the cobble streets. I watched my classmates wander around the fake town, and inspect windows of the replica shops. Riku was texting someone on his cell, and it kinda ruined the whole nostalgic feeling of the place, that train of thought was ruined however when my own cell decided to vibrate.

I pulled it out of my pockets and flipped it open.

'Hows it going' it was from Kairi. I couldn't help but glance up at Riku. How was it going?

I'd been attempting to seduce him for the last semester. Now, summer was nearing, classes were winding down and I still hadn't achieved anything. And that's when it hit me. Nothing would ever happen. Riku and I…we would only ever be friends. Nothing more, nothing less. He'd always be a major part in my life, but maybe it was time to just move on. I tried, and I failed, nobody could blame me. God…I don't even know if Riku is gay…

'Dropping it' I replied. I set the phone back on the table and continued to lick at my ice cream.

Dropping it. Dropping it. Dropping it. Dropping it. Dropping it. Dropping it, over and over, that's all I could think of. Dropping it.

I suppose I could take Tidus up on his offer. I could go out with him; I could maybe fall for him. Riku wasn't worth all of this; my life had become one big headache. I wanted things to go back to normal, even if normal meant never having him in that way.

My cell vibrated again.

'You know Cosmo says the best way to seduce a guy is to just do it. At this point youve got nothing to lose. Just go for it you wont regret it.'

I stared down at my phone in disbelief. Suddenly, I felt angry. Angry at everything and everybody. Angry at Kairi for giving me shitty advice. Angry at Tidus for making it seem like I had a choice when it came to who I liked. Angry, so fucking angry at Riku, because he didn't catch the hint. Over five months and he didn't catch the fucking hint. I want to cuddle, and kiss him, and have him. I want to permanently have him. I want Riku Abe to be mine forever, and I never want to see him look at another whorish girl. I want to be the one he kisses, and looks forward to seeing in-between classes. I don't want to be his fucking friend anymore.

Rising from the table, I shoved my phone into my pants. Glaring, I stared down at Riku, who was still texting away on his cell. Angier then I've ever remember being, I yelled. Just plain old yelled.

"FUCK YOU RIKU ABE! F-U-C-K YOU!" I could hear the startled gasps of random tourists behind me, and felt Riku's gaze on me. His mouth was hanging open, and I could've counted all his pretty white teeth if I felt like it. He didn't look hurt, just slightly confused at my sudden outburst.

Not caring, I quickly stormed out of the shop and hurried off down the street. Behind me, I heard the screeching of metal, and knew that Riku was coming after me. I picked up the pace, and continued to speed down the bumpy road. Before I know it, Riku had caught up to me; he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to a stop.

"What the hell was that?" His voice was slightly raised, still confused.

"I'M DROPPING IT!" I roared back, knowing he wouldn't get it, and really not caring.

"I don't understand. I'm not a fucking mind reader Sora. I just can-," I cut him off as I wretched my hand from out of his grip and balled my fist into his stupid ugly yellow t-shirt.

"That's kinda obvious, isn't it?" I tugged him down to my level, a good few inches.

"What crawled up your ass and died?"

"Nothing, that's the fucking problem!" There was a tense pause, Riku obviously trying to figure that one out. It's like he couldn't even comprehend that I might like guys…idiot.

"Look, I have no idea why you're so pissy. And I must've done something, and frankly, I've got no idea. So, I'm sorry, okay? Just drop it."

"I'm dropping it; I said that like two seconds ago!"

"Then do it already!"

"Fine!"

"Alright!"

"Good!" We stared at each other, panting slightly from our impromptu yelling session. I met his eyes, his gorgeous eyes, and all I could think of was 'God, do I still love him'. Kairi's stupid Cosmo advice flashed before my eyes.

I had nothing to lose. I don't think I could be friends with him after this, if he rejected me. But…not moving on was killing me. And I couldn't drop it, I just couldn't. I'm fucking tired of doing this song and dance routine. It was time to really do something.

I tugged on Riku's hideously yellow shirt, and smashed my lips onto his. Riku caught on rather quickly though and was soon kissing me back. I didn't let go of him, but instead slammed him up against the nearest doorway and stood up on my tiptoes, trying to gain some type of leverage against the incredibly tall Riku.

Soon, his hands were tangled in my hair and I was pulling him to an area hopefully more secluded. Still kissing him, our tongues in mid-battle, I pulled him into the dark cinema and towards the back row of benches. Grinning, I pulled him flush against me, and took a bit of a breather, before driving right back in. I flung my arms around his neck, and started to kiss him all over again. Riku met me halfway, and soon we were tangled up in each other all over again.

When we broke for air, I pushed him down to one of the empty benches at the back before straddling his hips, one hand pulling his head back to mine, the other descending down, and to his zipper. With a bit of a flourish, I quickly shoved a hand down his pants. With a grin, I moved my lips to his throat, and started to message Riku's ever growing problem through his boxers.

"S-Sora…" Riku was putty in my hands by this point, though I could feel the droves of people as they rushed past us.

Our spontaneous, slightly violent, make out session only lasted a few moments longer. By this point Riku figured out just what the hell was happening. He stood up, and I fell off of him, and landed with a rather undignified thud, right onto my ass. I glared up at him for a second as his eyes swept the theater.

Nobody was left, but we could hear people muttering outside the doorway.

"Was that Riku Abe?"

"He said Sora, he couldn't mean…"

Riku looked more than a little horrified, and he looked down at me. Slowly, I saw the fear melt away from his face as he offered me a hand up. I took it, and he hauled me up. Without saying a word, he cupped my chin in his hand, and lowered his head to meet mine. With a grin, I tossed my arms around his neck and helped pull him down. Still smiling against his lips, I figured that if nothing else, Riku was totally worth it.

A/n: How about...we get up to fourteen reveiws this time around. And, Sora's potty mouth has just upped the rating on this little sucker. I hope you guys enjoy that I'm expanding 'Worth It' to more then just Axel and Roxas. Next chaper is Riku's turn, and from there we move onto Zexion and Demyx.