A/N: I wanted to get this up a long, long time ago but I've been swamped. Having college days and huge research papers and being sick, etc. the list goes on. But that's enough about me. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry it's not exactly the way I wanted it to turn out. Oh, well. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!!! Like I said before I really need you guys' feedback. And big hugs to all my loyal reviewers! I love you all so much! You make me feel happy, and I defiantly need that. Thanks, thanks for reviewing! Keep it up.
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Virus
"Achoo!"
"That's gross, Sora."
"Thanks, like I don't already feel self-conscious."
Ugh. Gross is right. Sora thought to himself. That's pretty much all there is to be said about a cold. It was just a disgusting, unpleasant, virus that is a total pain in the ass. Sora didn't think he could remember a time where he had a worse one then this. It totally sucked and now he seemed to be getting a fever with it.
"So even the great Keyblade Master gets the infamous cold, eh?" Sora's best friend Riku remarked with a mischievous sparkle to his green eyes. A giant smile rested on his face as his silver hair swished back over his shoulders in a silent taunt.
"Shove off." Sora snapped in anger.
Riku's smile grew wider. "Wow. A bit on edge today aren't we? Oh, the wonders of PMS."
The brunet shot the older boy an evil death glare. "Not in the mood for this Riku."
"I can tell."
"Yeah, well . . . . just leave me alone then." Sora pivoted on his right foot and attempted to walk to Riku's door to leave the house. Of course he was interrupted when he felt a hand clamping onto his shoulder and hot breath tickling his ear. He immediately stopped dead in his tracks and a stray shiver ran down his spine, and this time he was pretty sure it wasn't from his fever. His heart could suddenly be felt inside his throat.
"If I kiss you, will it make it all better?" the older boy whispered playfully.
A deep blush spread across Sora's face as he quickly pulled away.
"Ha-ha, very funny." He remarked with a smirk. "Even if I let you kiss me it wouldn't help. In fact I'm sure you'd end up catching the cold instead of curing me."
Riku pouted slightly and placed a hand on his hip as he tilted his head to the side. "Oh come on Sora! You're such a spoil sport! Besides I never get sick. And you seem to be feeling better already."
"Nice try." Sora said, following it up by sticking out his tongue at the boy in front of him.
"Oh don't tempt me Sora."
The brunet blushed deeper. "You wouldn't dare."
The cunning smile returned to Riku's lips as he moved closer to his friend.
"Wanna bet?"
Sora wanted to leave and just keep his grumpy attitude but found he couldn't move. His feet seemed to be rooted to the ground and his brain had seemed to stop functioning. Maybe it was because of the cold and fever coming to his head . . . or maybe it was because the silver head boy was suddenly an inch from his face. His arms had placed themselves on either side of Sora's head so he was trapped up against the door. There was no escape now. Did he really want to escape though? Their lips were so close and Sora could feel the heat off of Riku's body up against his own. If he could only move a little closer he could capture the other's lips with his own . . . .
Next Day--------
"Achoo!"
"Riku, that's gross."
"I hate you. You know that don't you?"
Sora smiled and grabbed onto Riku's arm lovingly. "I know. But I did warn you."
"Put a sock in it."
The younger boy only smiled and drug his boyfriend down the hallway so they could make it to class. After all he was feeling a lot better now thanks to Riku.