Roaming hands. Erratic breathing. Heavy heartbeats. Tongues too engaged for any sort of resistance. A game of Truth or Dare gone horribly, horribly wrong.

Sora had always hated it. Truth or Dare was by far one of the most pointless games to play at birthday parties. Honestly, he thought Kairi had outgrown that phase with the coming of her sixteenth birthday. Apparently not because she'd clung to Sora's arm in her flirtatious was, begging him to play. He'd scowled and swore under his breath, but succumbed in the end; it was her party after all. The game was just a pathetic excuse to make-out with as many people as possible. Sora never had much of an urge to have people's tongues shoved in his mouth along with the mixed taste of alcohol. Wakka surely hadn't meant anything by bringing booze to the minors. He just thought it'd be fun; until Sora gave him a good scolding. The teenagers drank anyway, despite the boy's protests.

Damnit, Kairi. What's wrong with you, anyway? Sora was allowed to be spiteful. Kairi was one of his best friends, yes, but he had not been in a good mood when he'd arrived, and nothing was going to change that. He'd set his heart on being pissed all evening. It was not one particular event that had upset Sora. The day, in general, had sucked. He'd woken up by being shoved out of bed by his mom's best friend's six-year-old daughter. House guests always disrupted his normally positive mood. The same little girl had knocked his milk over when he got down to breakfast. And when he yelled, she had the audacity to cry. Sora really didn't understand little kids. They were... Obnoxious. Kind of like Kairi when she played Truth or Dare while having drunk too much champagne.

It was a fairly well known fact that Kairi had her heart set on getting together with Sora. Originally, her sights had been set on her other friend, Riku. That hadn't lasted long though, because Riku had nearly laughed when she brought the up the topic of them dating, jokingly, but just to test the waters. It was a painful blow to the face, but she realized that Riku was too much like an older brother for her to date. Sure, Sora was a year older than her as well, but he wasn't as mature as Riku. Sora acted about twelve sometimes with his and blissful ignorance. She tried her hardest to make her flirting obvious; Sora was the only one who hadn't caught on after nearly six months. Not even tonight when she kept throwing herself at him. Maybe Riku's ego would be easier to deal with at least he knew how to enjoy himself.

For example, Riku loved Truth or Dare. Not that he viewed the usual outcome of the game any differently than his brunette friend. He simply had no objections when it came to making out with people, in general. The same went for sex. As far as Riku was concerned, sex was sex; it didn't make a difference who it was with. He had his standards, yes. They just didn't happen to include gender or relationship. That was probably why Riku always enjoyed party games the most. People would dare him to do outrageous things, and he'd get them back tenfold... Over and over again. He never declined a dare, and he never failed to fulfill one. It seemed to be the mission of his friends to break this perfect record of him. When Kairi and Selphie decided to double up to come up with a suitable dare, though, he didn't even flinch.

"We dare you to... make out with Sora!" Selphie nearly screeched, rolling in laughter.

"Like you mean it," Kairi added with her own giggling. As if those four words would make all the difference in whether not he accepted.

Riku arched an eyebrow at the two of them, staring at the pair for a minute. He shook his head briefly, removing silvery locks from his sight to move his gaze to his best friend. Sora's eyes were wide as saucers, a nice contrast to Riku's customarily cool expression. The younger male would have protested insanely, except that he'd never hear the end of it from this group.

"Selphie, that's disgusting," Tidus cringed.

"But that's the game, ya?" Wakka gave Sora a pitying look, followed by an 'oh well' sort of shrug. "So Riku?"

"Nice try, girls." Riku scooted into the middle of the small circle, towards Sora, eyes still locked rather intensely. Riku always got so into the role he chose to play at a party. And tonight, on the moonlit beach, he was choosing to be oh-so-mysterious and apathetic towards the fact that he was about to make out with his childhood buddy. The rest of the teenagers scooted back, but Kairi the least of them. She was smiling somewhat awkwardly, kind of like the upward tilt to her lips had been painted on.

Riku tucked unruly hair away from Sora's face and the other's eyes grew, if possible, wider.

"Now wait a minu-" Riku wasn't waiting. He wasn't going to break his perfect dare record just because his friend was the island's biggest wimp. But just to take pity on the inexperienced boy, he refrained from completely smothering him. Sora'd had girlfriends, but compared to Riku? Psh. The boy had no experience. The smaller male stayed completely frozen as Riku's eyes slipped shut, lips slowly working against the other's in soft nudges. Riku slipped an arm around his friend's torso, the other resting on his shoulder, fingers tangling gently in his hair in an almost lazy fashion. There was a delay before Sora responded, and very shyly at that. He reluctantly let his eyes shut out the rest of the world, and the dropped jaws of his friends. There was something oddly comforting about having Riku's arm around him. Familiarity. The silver-haired boy parted his lips, tongue probing to get more of a response from Sora.

The kiss picked up pace, much to the shock and awe of the rest of the group. They had all expected Sora to find some way to waffle out of the indirect dare. Contrariwise, the seventeen-year-old shifted out of his cross-legged position to his knees, so that the two of them could reach each other without Riku having to lean over him. He could taste the tequila strongly on Riku's lips; he didn't approve of the alcohol, period- especially of Riku drinking- but there was something about the unmistakable liquor that made his senses slip farther away.

The girls' eyes were wide with disbelief and everyone noticed Kairi was practically leaning forward towards the lip lock. Selphie had not expected the two to continue like this, even if Kairi had added, "Like you mean it". She was stuttering incoherently under her breath, as if to stop them; at the same time, she didn't so much as blink while the two boys continued their administrations to each other.

Sora had not expected this little "dare" to progress this far, either. Moment by moment, he felt the addiction to Riku's lips grow in a kind of snowball effect. Both of the older male's arms were around his waist, holding their bodies tightly together; Sora's hands were clutched tightly at Riku's jacket, the warmth from which was keeping them both distracted from the regular chill of the night air off the sea. Sora, previously, had simply been too grouchy to think about the coldness of the night, but he vaguely noticed- somewhere in the back of his mind- that being held against a warm body was much nicer than sitting and moping at what was supposed to be a fun occasion. There was no fire to speak of, the teenagers allowing their eyes to adjust to the light of the full moon. Not that Riku and Sora needed to see much. In the state they found themselves in, the seeing was done by lips and hands. Sora was well aware that Riku had proved his ability to keep this dare a while ago. If he just kept telling himself that this kiss was to keep Riku's "daring reputation" clean, the brunette could have continued forever, just letting his friend lead him further and further into uncharted territory.

Sora inhaled sharply when he felt slightly calloused hands slide up under the hem of his blue t-shirt. Their lips separated for a moment, Sora's eyes remained closed. Riku opened his eyes to the sight of his best friend experiencing pure ecstasy. The younger teen was biting his lip to keep from emitting any noise in front of his friends; still mildly conscious of their presence. His brow was furrowed slightly in concentration of the actions at hand. Riku's heart thudded uncomfortably against his ribcage, urging him onwards. Just when the party-goers were fairly sure Riku was going to finish his challenge, Sora was pinned to the sand, the older teen's weight pressed against him. Panic set in briefly, he'd been pinned by Riku before, but it was normally followed by fingers jabbing at his sides or the threat to be hit.

His eyes flickered open with curiosity as to why Riku seemed frozen on top of him. "Riku? What's-..." His words came out breathy, sounding more like a heavy exhale to the people crowded around them.

"Riku, you win. You can sto-" Selphie cut herself off as she watched Riku shove his lips lustfully back against Sora's.

Kairi was simply enchanted by the entire scene- straight from a porno flick, she was sure. It was her turn to be shocked, when Sora returned the erotic kiss just as roughly as Riku had started it. The brunette's arms wrapped around Riku's neck, one hand running through soft silver locks, urging the other's head close, heightening the intensity of the kiss.

Riku didn't bother to think about the audience they had, or any repercussions. The pure spontaneity of their actions was what aroused him so much, even if it was towards Sora. Had the other been resisting, Riku would have nicely ended the little dare earlier. But Sora's expression, the way he body minutely reacted to every touch, all the sounds the small male was trying to hold in; now Riku was determined to draw one of those sounds out before he stopped anything. The older male shifted to his hands and knees over Sora, lips never parting, tongues still pushing against each other fervidly.

Riku intentionally pressed his knee against Sora's groin, causing the other's breath to hitch noticeably, though he stubbornly made no noise to express his obvious arousal. Even in jeans, Riku could tell that Sora must have been getting uncomfortable. Not that he himself was in great shape regarding comfort, but he could deal with and ignore that fact. The smaller male was fidgeting an awful lot and Riku grinned against the kiss, shifting his knee again. And again.

Riku pulled back from his attentions as Sora's crotch and the other boy whimpered through the lip lock. The silver-haired male grinned again, breaking the kiss and burying his face at the crook of Sora's neck. "Just go ahead and say you want it..."

"Not here..." Sora mumbled through his teeth. Riku shrugged and flat out shoved his hand against the other's erection. Suppressed though it was, the brunette cried out briefly and moaned, much to his dismay. His body was beyond betraying him when it came to Riku.

It was Tidus who decided it had all gone too far. He coughed loudly at Riku's blatant molestation of the younger boy. "Anytime now, Riku, we can go ahead and get back to our game."

Riku's eyes flickered up to Tidus and he nodded slightly. Returning his gaze to Sora he pressed his lips against Sora's cheek and smiled almost innocently, "Thanks, hun," he teased, causing Sora's cheeks to turn a fabulous shade of maroon. "You girls happy?" he questioned, turning his attention to the drooling teenagers. They just nodded slightly, still fairly entranced by what they had just been witness to.

Wakka had taken to lying on his back and staring at the sky at some point. "We can continue now, ya?" He sat up, not looking at all amused, or disgusted.

Riku shrugged, "It's up to the birthday girl here."

"Yeah, we can... Uhm... Continue..." Her eyes were flickering between Riku, who seemed just as collected (minus the fact that his hair was slightly mussed); and Sora, who was trying to busy himself with just about anything. At the announcement of another round, Sora shook his head.

"I think I'm going to head home, Kai. I was tired when I got here and now... Well. Yeah."

"Aw, aren't you going to sleep over, Sora?"

"I don't thi-"

"Riku'll be there!" Tidus offered with a suddenly formed mischievous smile. So much for his previous disdain towards the dare. Now he had something he could torment the two with for a while- or at the least he could torment Sora. For fifteen, Tidus more often acted around two, three, or seven- it depended on the day.

"And I'm sure he'll have fun," Sora replied to the younger teen, rather bitterly.

"C'mon, bro. It's no big deal. We all know those two dared ya. There's no reason to leave." Wakka, older than Riku by two years (though possibly less experienced sexually), knew the game all to well. No one was supposed to take stuff like that seriously.

"It's not that. I said I was tired. And I am. Back off," he snapped, his bad mood resurfacing. Lack of sleep, added with the fact that he had just been unbelievably aroused by his best (male) friend. Sora was not gay. Nor was he bi. And he didn't support drinking, which was the only reason Riku was able to keep so cool this whole party. Sora knew it. Riku would have normally been pissed by such an immature dare... Wouldn't he?

"No reason to get mad, love." Selphie was frowning at Sora and scooted to get closer to him. Was he really that shaken by what had happened? "Besides, you look like you enjoyed it," her frown switched to a grin, much like Tidus's.

"Shut your mouth," he snapped. By nature, Sora was not an irritable person, but this was a special exception. Normally, he would have laughed, blushed, and turned away. Tonight, he was rather close to slapping someone.

What did you expect?! You had me make out with my best friend after he'd nearly drowned himself in various alcohol. He might not show it, you nitwit, but he is drunk. You think he puts on a show like that all the time?! Riku was fairly open, fun-loving, but Sora knew he drew the line at molesting people in public; especially if it was him. He did not appreciate being touched by other guys below the waist. Even if it was Riku. And I'm not gay. It was just in the moment. For the game. And I don't need you all twisting it into something it's not.

"Lay off, you guys. It's not his fault he enjoyed it so much. Who wouldn't?" Riku motioned to his own body and the group giggled. Sora just scowled. More so than before. No one was on his side for this one. Not one of them. The two best friends locked eyes; Sora could see the daze of alcohol beyond Riku's emrald gaze. That just made things worse. He wasn't even trying to help Sora's discomfort. He couldn't, he was too drunk.

"Fuck you, Riku," he spat, standing up and storming off grandly.

Kairi's smile faded completely to a look of guilt, "Damn... Maybe we over did it, Selph."

"I know I didn't need to see that," Tidus added.

Selphie hit Tidus in the arm for the bad timing of his joke.

Wakka stayed quiet, looking after Sora, "I think I'll walk him home. Just in case, ya know?"

Kairi nodded and looked at Riku, who didn't look all that upset. He looked apathetic. He didn't care how much he'd hurt his friend, not right then.

Wakka jumped up, jogging after Sora. Catching up, he placed a hand on the younger teen's shoulder.

"Leave me alone, Wakka. I know my way back," Sora sounded extremely tired all the sudden. Not as mad, just exhausted.

"He didn't mean it, you know that, ya? He just had too much to drink, Sora... He didn't mean to hurt you."

"He didn't. Do I seem hurt? I'm sorry. I thought I said I was tired. It doesn't matter, Wakka. Who do you think is responsible for those drinks, hm?"

"Sorry about that. But he wasn't supposed to have so much. He just got carried away... I don't just mean his drinking either. It was ju-"

"Just a game. Look, Wakka, I appreciate the sympathy, but I don't need it. I'm fine. I know it was nothing. I really am just tired. And I swear, I'm okay." Sora forced a smile at his older friend. "I may have to kick Riku's ass, but I'll get over it," he mumbled as a pathtic excsue for a joke.

"Sora, don't try that, bro. I know you better than that. If you're mad, you'll talk it out, I have no doubt. But if you're hurt... It's a lot different, ya know?"

"I'm not hurt. I've kissed people before," he said dully. This was going nowhere fast.

"Guys? And like that? I didn't have any idea."

"It's not a big deal! Just leave me alone!" Sora yelled, loud enough for Kairi to hear, because she slouched against her knees back with the others. With that the brunette bolted off in the direction of his house.

"Sora..." Wakka sighed and walked back to the silenced circle. "Riku, you should try to talk to him."

"Oh, he needs to get over himself. He's being way too dramatic," Riku mumbled.

"Nah, dude, he's really upset."

"Lay off, Wakka, Sora'll deal with it. He's just pissed," Selphie said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.

"No, no, that's my point! I don't think that's a-"

"Hey guys, can we not talk about him? I feel bad... But I don't really want to think about it... Let's just get over to my place, okay?" Kairi smiled sadly. Her friends knew she really wanted Sora back at her party. She was falling in love with him, and it was rather obvious.

"Eh... I think I'll head off too. Maybe I'll stop by in the morning," Riku muttered, too smashed to enunciate his words.

"Whatever, Riku. Please just leave, you've cause enough trouble," Tidus scowled at him. He'd talk to Riku when he was sober. For now, they rolled there eyes at each other and went their separate ways. While walking away, Tidus put his arm affectionately around the birthday girl's shoulder. She just sighed and leaned into her friend slightly, bringing a light smile to his lips.

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Riku was sitting on the dock, staring at the water. His mind was very foggy. Everything he'd done seemed to run together, conversations getting mixed up. The silver-haired teenager swung his feet slightly, then faster, and faster, finding quite a bit of amusement in this. Suddenly he swung to hard, tumbling forward into the shallow water and hitting his head against one of the wooden beams that the dock up.

He was only out for a minute or two, and luckily not choking on the frigid water. When he opened his eyes again he sat up quickly, until his vision started swimming before his green eyes. He moaned, rubbing his forehead, a terrible headache thudding through his very being. Shit... He pulled his fingers away, examining the dark liquid on his fingers. Blood. I need to get home... But my parents think I'm at Kairi's. They'll get pissed if I wake them up at this hour... And I can't go to Kairi's now. His mind was a bit clearer already, the bump seemed to have knocked at least a bit of soberness into him. I've already caused enough trouble there. He stood up slowly, carefully, feeling a bit sick.

A light breeze floated around him, and immediately, his body temperature dropped. He couldn't sleep outside either...

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Riku rapped lightly on his best friend's window. The light was on, and he could see Sora's silouhette sitting on his bed through the curtain, though there was no noise of a television or anything. Sora jumped at the knocking, throwing his curtains open abrutly. He glared at Riku for a long moment. It took that moment for the brunette to notice the blood and how soaked Riku was. He opened him screenless window, helping Riku in quickly and silently.

"I'll get you a towel and a bandage. Hang on a second," Sora move quietly out of his room to the bathroom and returned shortly after. Riku hadn't moved. He looked rather out of it.

Sora grabbed a pair of shorts too big for him, as well as a t-shirt, so that Riku didn't have to sit in wet clothing. He didn't ask any questions or give any reprimands for his friends previous apathy towards his feelings. Their friendship was first, even if Riku had pissed him off. With a wet washcloth, he dabbed at the wound near Riku's temple, his wet hair slightly matted with blood. Luckily, the cut itself wasn't under his hair, and therefore would be easy to bandage. Sora dabbed some cleanser on the slice as well, watching Riku cringe and just shaking his head slightly at his older friend's carelessness. He taped gauze and cotton over the cut now that it was thoroughly cleansed. Riku was whining like a baby though.

"Here, change into this, Riku. You're getting my bed all wet." Honestly, he didn't care about a wet bed, but he didn't want his best friend catching a cold. Riku looked terrible. From tired, dull eyes to the way he carried himself as he went to change. Sora got him a glass of water very quietly from the kitchen, while he was changing. "Better?" he asked, when they were both in the room.

Riku shook his head, "Sora... My head hurts, and I feel sick, and I'm cold... But I think..." He frowned, as if recalling something physically hurt. "And I think I did something... not so nice to you... but at the moment, it's not making much sense. Nothing is... I fell of the dock, hit my head, I guess, and ended up here."

The smaller male put an arm around him, lifting the water to his friend's lips, "Drink this, Riku. It'll help your head a bit. You had too much alcohol." Sora had to suppress the resentment that was still burried inside. For now, things needed to be okay. I shouldn't have played in the first place. "You really should try not to be such a klutz. You could have gotten hurt a lot worse than this. You're staying here, right?" Riku only nodded. But stupid Kairi and her whining. And stupid Selphie and her dare... "I can't pull the futon out, it's too late. But my bed's big enough..." Normally, this wouldn't have been strange for the two. But after their little make-up session, Sora was less than comfortable. He sighed though, "Come on, lights going off."

"Wait-... I have to tell you something... Just- Hold. On." Riku held a hand up to stop Sora, frowning again. "What did I do, Sora?" he questioned honestly.

"You got dared to make out with me. And we did. That was it. Oh, and you'd drunk alot at that point.." Sora didn't really think the taste of alcohol on Riku's lips was going to appeal to him again, in anyway. Because nothing like that'll happen again.

"No... I know that... That was nice... I mean, yeah. Uh- I... You were mad... you left, what happened?"

"I was just upset Riku, it's alright though, I'm not mad." He exhaled heavily at this, and then changed his answer. "I don't like you drinking. You change too much. I like you how you are normally. And I know you don't need to drink to help you be outgoing. I don't even want to be near you when you're like that."

Riku looked like he was having trouble understanding, Sora basically gave up. He shut the light off and laid back down, facing the wall. If his friend wasn't going to understand, Sora wasn't going to try to explain it. Besides, the older male probably wouldn't remember in the morning... But Sora sure would. That was an experience he was never going to forget. He felt Riku lay down behind him; there was an uncomfortable feeling in the few inches between them.

The taller male scooted right up against Sora's back, "I'm sorry, Sora... baby..." Sora tensed at the nickname, Riku wasn't sober yet. He was still completely intoxicated. He couldn't take anything the older male said seriously. Because there was no way Riku would seriously call him baby. "I don't get what I did... I mean, I don't know why you were so upset, but I'm really sorry." He burried his face in the top of Sora's hair, breathing in deeply. "How come you always smell so good, Sora?" he asked, wrapping his arms around the small figure and holding him tightly.

"I don't know..." Sora didn't care about the apologies that didn't mean anything. But he had to admit that he really liked having Riku's strong arms around him like that. He felt secure, protected. The familiarity between them eased away Sora's discomfort. He had been held by Riku like this since they'd been very little. He turned over to face his friend, pushing anger his anger aside again. What choice did he have? Sora nuzzled Riku's chest, shutting his eyes. Riku always smelled good to him. Not like cologne or anything... He just smelled like Riku. Like the beach, a bit like soap sometimes... Sora could really explain it. "Let's just go to sleep, Riku. You need to sleep."

"I'm still sorry," he pressed what would have been an affectionate kiss to Sora's forehead, stroking his back soothingly. "I'll prove it in the morning... cause... I know you don't believe me right now..."

"Yeah..." Sora commented, unspecifically. Sora drifted to sleep, silent tears leaking from his eyes and his heart aching in his chest. Riku was such an idiot sometimes, but he'd be lost without him.

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Someone shut the sun off...

Riku groaned and shifted in his spot. Why did those bright rays have to spill into his window like that? He groaned, opening his eyes groggily. His head was still pounding and he felt somewhat naseaus. He was ready to roll out of bed when he realized just what- or who, rather- his arms had encompassed. He smiled at his friend's sleeping form. Riku was pretty sure he was not supposed to find the brunette so adorable, but he wasn't too worried about it. Sora was like a younger brother to him... That was all.

Just like a little brother... Riku brought a hand to gently caress Sora's cheek. His memory of the previous night was fully intact, suprisingly enough, but he was not dwelling on that right then. Even his hang over wasn't bothering him too badly at the moment. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Sora's mouth, ready to get up and freshen up a bit. As Riku pulled away, Sora whimpered in his sleep at the lack of warmth. His he draped his arm over Riku's side and the older teen froze in his spot. Sora always had been rather clingy to him when they were younger.

Riku had always been a source of comfort for the smaller male. When he'd fallen and scraped his knees, when he'd been picked on, or just when he wanted someone to hold onto. Riku had always been by his side. And in return, Sora had shown him the best friend he would ever know. As they hit their teenage years, the brunette had become his voice of reason. Except for the previous night...

"I'm sorry..." Riku whispered sighing and resting his forehead gently against the other's sleeping form. He pressed his lips against Sora's apologetically. At least, it was supposed to be apologetic. Sora's eyes shot open to the kiss, but Riku didn't notice, his lips working over Sora's without reserve. Having his friend none-the-wiser, Sora shut his eyes again, allowing himself to be kissed. When Riku pulled away, Sora paused for a few moments and then opened his eyes.

"...R-Riku?" His expression was somewhat blank. "What was that for?"

The silver-haired teen just shook his head. "Nothing... Nothing at all... Just though I'd uhm- Thought I'd wake you up."

Still half asleep, Sora just nodded.

"You don't look quite awake yet," Riku said. Their lips connected again, a certain degree of uncertainty coursing through the older teen. This was his best friend after all.

Riku rolled so that Sora was on top of him, arms around his waist. Sora wasn't questioning the actions. He returned the kiss warmly, not thinking about how Riku's hangover could be clouding his judgement quite a bit; also not thinking about how there were four other people in the house and he didn't lock his door. Nothing mattered to him right then.

The door swung open without either boy realizing it, lost in heir kiss once again. The little girl stood curiosly dumbfounded in the door way.

"Uhm... Sowa... What awe you doing?" The little girl stood curiosly dumbfounded in the door way. Sora's head shot up from the kiss and he quickly looked Riku to the girl.

"H-Haru... Uhm... I was- I was- Please don't say anything to anyone!" Sora quickly got off of Riku, moving over to the door and taking her arm gently. "You can't tell you mom or mine!"

Haru pulled away from him sharply. "You yelled at me."

"What? Oh! No, Haru, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you yesterday!"

"But you yelled."

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to take you somewhere to make up to it."

"No."

"Do you want me to play a game?"

"No."

"What do you want me to do, Haru?"

"MOMMY!" her high voice rang thorugh the house. "MOMMYMOMMYMOMMY! SORA'S KISSING A BOY!" With that she dashed from the room and downstairs towards the kitchen. Not that she needed to... He knew that everyone in the house had heard that. He shut his door, sliding down against it as Riku sat up, looking rather worried.

"Riku... You need to leave..."

"S-Sora... Look, just blame it on me, huh? There's no reason for your parents to freak out on you for something I did."

"I'm not going to do that! Are you crazy?! My parents would probably have you arrested for sexual harassment!"

Riku fell silent at his friend's panicked expression.

"Can you tell them she was lying? And then we'll just pretend-"

"Pretend it never happened?" His tone dropped suddenly and he pulled his eyes from Riku. "Yeah... I can but..."

"Come here," Riku said, motioning Sora over to the bed. "It's my fault, why don't you let me deal with it?"

Sora just shook his head. This was too much. How would he possibly explain Haru's exclamation? She was too young to have come up with something like that on her own. "I'll think of something, Riku. Just leave, okay? But... When I see you again... It never happened," he stated firmly.

Riku looked away for a moment but then drew his eyes back to Sora, "Of course... How about... One last kiss?"

Sora didn't have time to respond, because Riku's lips were upon his again in less than a second. In perfect timing, his door opened again.

"Sora, what did you do to Ha- S-Sora!" His mother's voice halted and the two boys broke their third kiss, turning simultaneously.