Ok, I know I haven't updated in forever and I'm sorry about that, but I ended up writing this chapter multiple times because it's in Riku's POV and not Sora's. So, I hope did it right for his character in this story.
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Riku's POV
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"Sora? Where are you?"
My voice echoes in this emptiness called space, and it makes me question why I am here, and if this is space then why does my voice echo with such a vibration? But then I contemplate why I am I looking for Sora.
"Sora?"
Yes?
Though I know Sora cannot speak, I know that echo was one his thoughts. An angel's cry against chalk screeching on a blackboard.
Sora, will you ever speak for me?
Riku…
"Yes?"
I answer egger to hear his 'voice' bounce off of the invisible walls.
I don't want to…
Don't want to what?
Live without…
Live? You want to die? No, please don't die, you can't, I still haven't heard your voice for the first time. I have to hear it, and then for you to repeat it over and over again, for my ears alone. I don't care if I am selfish, just let me hear your voice. I want to be the first Sora.
You.
Riku, I don't want to live without you…
"Me?"
Everything went cold, and whatever sort of room or space we were in shattered.
"Sora! Where are you? Answer me please!"
Scared and frantic, I'm running forward, dodging bits of broken shards of space.
Sora don't die
And with that thought, light spewed from everywhere and everything. Like liquid, and yet also it seems solid enough to hold, tangible in every way. That was when I stopped running, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. I held out my arms to touch this tangible light in front of me, and when I did it took form.
And the form was Sora's limp naked body. He felt as light as the liquid lamination that had formed him, and his body seems to glow the same golden hue as the strange brightness had. He was curled almost in a fetal position, his hand clutching my shirt, and his eyes barely open
"Sora?"
His eyes flickered as if he was in some sort of half sleep…
"Sora, it Riku, wake up."
His eyes shot open and the purest of blue eyes stared at my aqua ones. His mouth moved but no sound came forth.
"What Sora? What's wrong?"
His expression of surprise turned at once to fear when I spoke, and his mouth opened wide.
He screamed as blood gushed from his mouth and stained his perfectly luminous bloody, darkening it to a crimson shadow.
I wanted him to talk not scream…
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I wake up with sweat covering my bitterly cold body, because all heat had left my body after what I had seen, or dreamt. Probably the latter. All that blood, and the first thing for him to say, a scream…
Feeling some what half-dead, and my body seeming to act like a car wreck from the 1980's, plus I couldn't feel my legs. Then again Sora is sleeping on my legs so…
I peer at my watch.
4:27pm
Oh shit, I was supposed to bring him home about an hour ago. I guess I'll call his mom in a few.
"Sora, sleep head, wake up, I can't feel anything below my ass."
Nothing moves. Nothing makes a single sound. Not even a ruffle of textiles.
"Sora?"
I turn to lift the pile of overturned blankets that is supposed to be Sora's sleeping form.
He isn't there.
Fudge monkeys on a Tuesday…
"Sora?" I call franticly, now panicking.
Where the hell is he?
I tear the blankets off my cold body and sprint up the stairs, taking a left turn into my room.
Still a mess?
Check
Magazines galore?
Check
Clothes all over the floor, not in my dresser were they should be?
Check.
Sora?
Hell no.
Where is he? Wait! The kitchen!
I dash downstairs and make a right.
"Sora?"
Not here either! Calm down, where else could he be? Hmmm…. The bathroom? Everyone has to go when they wake-up. Apparently hat means me too…
I dart back upstairs, go down the hall and take a left this time.
Sweet relief
Zipping my pants back up and washing my hands, I contemplate what to do next.
Let's see, not the bathroom, living room, kitchen, or my room, so… that leaves three other rooms. Dad's room, the laundry room, and Leon's room. Not dad's room, it's locked…all the time. So unless Sora knows how to use a paper clip efficiently to unlock two pad locks I don't think I need to worry about that. And the only way to get to the laundry room is the outside door next to the garage…so…Leon's room?
Shit
I decide to walk slowly to Leon's room. Because well, he is known to be, how do I put it? I guess you could say a problem when he is being… himself… which is all the time…
Walking back down the hall and coming to a stop at Leon's door, I notice that it is ajar. Also that something on the other side is talking.
"Yeah that's me…" comes a drone known only as Leon's voice.
I push the door open and follow his voice past the vast expanse of bookcases. Leon tends to read a little too much if you ask me, or maybe it's just I'm not much of a reader. But I still would prefer my music to any of these mind traps.
"So what are you reading now?" a pause in which a small button-like, clicking sound repeats in a quick tone. "Those are good, but if I were you I would read some of Taylor's books, he's pretty good."
I'm beginning to wonder if he is talking to himself, or Sora. I hope to god that it is the latter.
"Yeah, I know."
Knows what?
"Well how do you know Riku anyway?"
As I come closer I realize that the sound is the click-clacking of the keys on a keyboard, and that someone can type really fast.
Leon makes a short laugh.
Does he even know how to laugh? I haven't heard him laugh in ages.
"Don't worry, if he tries to get in your pants without your consent I will personally give him a proper ass kicking."
So Sora thinks I'm perverted?
Well maybe just a little…
"Riku, why the hell didn't you knock?"
I froze, Leon looking me straight down with piercing eyes. Man, I felt so small.
"Well…" I said with a crooked grin and hand on the back of my head. "I was looking for Sora and found him here. I have to take him home right now or his mom is going to skin me alive…"
Sora was now frowning. I had the distinct feeling he did not want to go home. Not right now at least.
"Go on Sora, I don't need to hear him complain when he comes home."
He hides behind Leon, hugging his arm. I'm surprised that Leon hasn't told him to go away yet.
"Sora please? I really need to take you home."
He turned around and closed half a dozen windows on Leon's computer then came up to me and grabbed my hand gingerly. He was making a sort of pout on his face which made him look all the more irresistible. But Leon's strong gaze made me think twice before trying to give Sora a quick kiss. And with that I left Leon's room.
You know, Sora is somewhat like a little kid. He gets into trouble often enough, he goes in places he's not supposed to, eats too much to be human, and is very immature at times.
When we get to my room I ask,
"Hey Sora, where is your book bag?"
He merely points at me in an innocent fashion.
I sigh and begin to move around some of the larger piles of clothes and magazines while little Sora sits on my bed hugging his knees.
"Oh, that's right, I put it somewhere downstairs. I'll be right back."
I get up and give him a quick peak on the cheek. His face flushes.
I want him to do that more often, it makes him so cute.
I quickly exit my room, run down the stairs, and look for his back-pack.
There it is. Damn book bag…
I lift it up and end up dropping it back down again.
What the hell does he have in there?
So naturally I open it up and look inside.
Three sketch books, 4 books from the library, science, computer, and math textbooks, and a journal.
I take out the journal and flip though the pages. I find only his scrawl in the front and detailed etching of some creature in the back. I turn to first page and read two words.
Dear Someone,
I shouldn't read this, even if I am curious as to what he has written. It doesn't give me the right to poke around in his belongings.
I reluctantly close the leather bound book and stuff it back in the bag with much difficultly due to absolutely no space in there. Then I kick the bag to the stairs.
Hmmm…stairs.
I kick it up the cliffs of doom, hoping I can make it to the top.
When I finally do make it to the top, I stop listening for a sound I though I heard but cannot make out…like a distant cry.
Silence
Wait,
A melody reaches my ears. It sounds almost familiar, and yet at the same time I don't know what happens next. Like a tune that seems to flow with the tides of the earth. And with the earth, the melody becomes haphazardly blend of sorrow and passion. Then as I near my door, it slowly fades. The way a dream trickles away from your thoughts on a lazy Sunday morning.
I open the door and Sora is lying on the bed with my guitar, eyes closed legs half bent, as he begins another song played from his very soul.
This song or should I say melody, for there are no words, begins as a soft lullaby. But as it progresses it becomes more and more like an angry and desperate cry for help. As if no one is listening and yet this one person wants to be heard in the crowd. Like a child lost at a fair, his only comfort a balloon. He could cry and cry all he wanted but no one will hear him against the roar of the crowd… and may be he will never find his dear mother…
I hear the last few notes play out softly, and a single question comes to mind.
How deep are your thoughts buried? Sora I need to know because all I see is a symphony of emotion...
Sora lies on the bed, his eyes sealed with a slight frown on his features.
"Have you ever played before?"
He shakes his head side to side, eyes still shut.
"What's it like then to play fluid music?"
He smiles, opens his eyes, turns to face me and I know how it feels.
It's like dreaming, an adventure. You don't know how it comes, or why it goes, just that traveling forward is your only option. It's a delicate mesh of anger, happiness, sorrow and joy. An emotion filled cup overflowing and yet tearing you apart, then putting you together again. Laughter and pain.
And I thought music was my thing…jeez…
"I got your bag."
He looks at the floor and I remember that I have two guitars in the back of my closet.
Thank god for summer jobs…
He gets up, placing the guitar on my desk with a slight frown on his face.
I know he would really enjoy it, and I know he deserves it.
"Hey Sora,"
He looks up in question.
"I know it's a day late and I already gave you a present, but if you want, you can um, have that guitar. I have two more in my closet."
His face flashes from disbelief, to confusion, back to disbelief, then finally settling on a satisfied grin.
"Your welcome."
He walks over to me and gives me a quick hug, but it's still enough to make me feel as if I am bathed tin the liquid light from my dream. Even when he lets go, it's like it's still there, as if it were a fond memory never lost.
"You should change Sora, so your mom thinks I took care of you."
He looks about and holds out his hands in question.
"Just a sec,"
I walk over to my dresser, pull out some really tight black pants, a plain white shirt, and a black blouse that Dad never wore.
Maybe he should take a shower as well…holy shit!
When I turned around Sora was well, dressed only in his boxers, which I comment have happy face skulls on them, black and white. But that was not what made my eyes nearly come out of my head. It was his unbelievably cute butt, and it was right in front of me.
I could just take him right now and call him a present to myself…but he might make Leon come and I don't need him to kick my ass anytime soon.
And then all this thinking was making me wonder if I had a cute ass.
Hmmm…
I turned around and tried to think of anything but sex-related thoughts. I did not want to loose him because of my overactive sex drive.
But what I did see did not help me at all, for Sora's butt was now uncovered. The perfectly shaped, caramel colored touchable ass…
I turned back around to face my completely normal, non-sex provoking dresser.
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, I should get him a shirt that says that.
So I just kept repeating that in my head.
I placed the clothes on the bed being cautious as to not to turn and peek at Sora. Then I got some boxers for him out of my top dresser drawer.
Sora, you tempt me greatly and yet you are too innocent to notice…
I decide to play the guitar with is conveniently on top of my dresser.
I start with my guitar solo, and I can hear the crowd cheering as I enter on the stage, the blare of the amp connected to speakers the size of your mom's van, the way the drummer just so happens to know when to chime in. Fingers racing, heart pumping, and mind blowing, the pianist comes in to play the chorus. A slow mid-toned drone, the drums like the pitter-patter of a spring shower. The words which I can hear forming in my head as if they were made of clay and the potter just began his form on the wheel. Like condensation in the atmosphere, a shape that takes over the sky, a cloud. The light like an erotic dance of heated fury. The chorus plays twice, a drum and me on guitar battle for the lime-light. Then at the end I pull Sora on stage and we lock lips…
That did not help the monster in my pants…
I feel a light tap on my shoulder. Logic says it's Sora, but my little kitten Midnight says otherwise with a sleepy yawn and a hungry meow.
"Hey," I say absentmindedly to her.
We both end up watching Sora try to get on the tight pants.
At first it looks like he's some sort of rabbit on crack because he just keeps jumping around as if the floor is made of hot magma. Then he tries to lie down and pull the pants on while making a strained expression on his face, lifting his stomach in the air. However his feet keep pushing him in the opposite direction and his head eventually comes in con tact with the bed post. He immediately lets go of the pants in frustration and pain as he places his arms over his eyes. Finally an angry arm just discards the pants on my bed, left with only my boxers.
Perhaps I should just take those boxers off for you Sora...
I shake my head violently and frown at the discarded pants.
Remember Riku, Sora is just an innocent 4-year-old who likes to kick people.
But it's ok right? I played the nice guy, so it's ok to be a little bad right?
The monster in my pants says its ok…
I walk over to Sora and lie beside him, feeling the heat of his frustration radiate from his body. Mind you his body is adorable, cute, and sexy all at once.
"I take it you dislike the pants greatly"
He nods slowly, his arm covering both eyes, the other in between us. I touch it lightly and he tentatively reaches for my hand, which I accept gratefully. His soft and yet callused hands… I wonder how they got that way…like heat in a solid form…
His face makes a constant pout and he squeezes my hand.
"I'll pick some different ones for you…"
He shifts and moves closer to me.
"I think I owe you twenty bucks."
He nods happily.
I wonder if he knows about the 1920's and how cash meant now and check meant later…
Let's find out, kiss now, or kiss later.
"Cash one, check two."
He holds up his index finger and his eyes gaze at me with enough power to drive me over the edge.
Make me a new man?
Nah, I think I prefer to me myself…the way I was meant to be…
Slightly perverted.
I lean over and kiss him once.
That is when the world went dark.
Sora had kicked me.
On my face.
How the hell that is possible I do not know.
Then he proceeds to act completely innocent with a surprised expression on his face and his hands covering his mouth.
"Ow…"
He hesitates before trying to touch my face. First he feels the blossoming red mark to the left of my mouth, and then he traces his fingers over my now busted lip. Leaning forward I take the tip of his finger into my mouth and nibble it gently, looking into Sora's innocent eyes, with my eyes I asked please to kiss him this time.
Instead however, he leans forward and kisses me.
Does he even know how to kiss?
His lips barely caress mine but the sensation is enough to send me rocketing. He comes back, this time the kiss is different. In places of his fingers was his tongue tracing my lip, licking the blood off and asking to enter my mouth. His lips touch mine and I part my lips and he slides his tongue past an unseen barrier. Our tongues rage in a battle, but Sora is winning. The way he tastes the way his silky cinnamon hair looks is strange, the locks of hair which are now in my hands. This war is a new one, and yet it has such an enticing feeling to it. The war hasn't even begun yet, and here I am losing, but then he slowly drifts away.
Well then, he does know how…
"Sora, how many hidden talents do you have?"
He shrugs and embraces my waist, treating me like a teddy bear.
"Well, was that your first time kissing?"
Again he shrugs.
How could he not know? Wait…
"Or were the bleachers in P.E. your first?"
That he nods to.
So I was his first, interesting…
He nuzzles his head into my chest and I run my fingers through his messy, untamed, silk locks.
"Sora, do you know why you passed out the other day?"
Again he nods, but his fingers clench my shirt and his expression changes from calm to fear.
"You don't have to tell me what happened yet, but I would like to know eventually ok?"
For the third time he nods and his fingers release the tight grip that had once been.
"Well then, how about I find you a new pair of pants?" I ask, trying to lighten the dark mood that had crept upon us.
He smiles.
That chases the bad mood away any day.
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Finally dressed, Sora and I depart from my house.
"Do you want to take my car or walk?"
He holds out his hands and pretends to drive an imaginary car.
Car it is then. Makes sense, who wants to carry a fricken ninety pound book bag and a guitar all the way to their house?
I walk to my car, staring at the ground and thinking about how very strange it was for Sora to kiss me in that way, and how damn good he was at it…it had astounded me that even on his very first try he was an awesome kisser. Then it makes me contemplate what he would be like during sex, or even in a band come to think of it. If that was his first time on guitar, then I want to see him on some other instruments…including myself…anyway…
BOOM
Ow, my nuts.
I had bumped into the side mirror of my car.
And oh my fucking god did that hurt.
The worst though was Sora's expression which should have been on my face.
Sora who was in the driver's seat.
Sora who was just a little too cute sitting there with his hands over his mouth, eyes focused on mine.
"I'm ok…"
There is no way in hell I am ok!
I slowly walk or should I say make a dead sort of waddle to the passenger's seat.
Why am I always the one who gets hurt…?
When I finally do sit down in the seat of the damned car and close the door, Sora is there to wipe a few stray tears on my face.
Great, now I'm crying, he must think I am a wuss.
Sora kisses his fingers, then places them on the area of injury lightly.
Can't he kiss it when I'm not in pain? When I can feel good about the slightest pressure he places there? Can't he kiss it with his mouth? Please? It will make all the boo-boos go away…
Sora holds out his hand.
Somehow I know he is asking for the keys, so I dig in my pocket and pull out my wallet and my keys. I give him both.
"There's a twenty in my wallet."
Oh shit my ball hurt… this is turning out to be a one-sided relationship…
Is Sora old enough to drive?
"Sora, how old are you?"
He makes a sign with his ring finger and thumb, turns the keys, blasts the radio, puts down all the windows, and tears out of the drive way with ease.
Perhaps he is old enough…
"The radio is a bit loud Sora," I half yell.
But when I look at him I can see him mouthing the words to the song…perfectly. Simple and clean. His perfectly shaped lips… the way the wind blows his hair, me wishing I could be making the wind…
"Sora, you slay me…"
But of course he can't hear me. In a way I guess I am thankful for it.
Its better that way I suppose…
Sora drives down the empty road and takes a left and keeps going.
The car stops.
His house is this close to mine? He should come over more often.
Sora gets out and runs to the other side of the car to open my door.
"Thanks," I almost whisper.
He holds out his hand and I take it gratefully. When I get up he has a worried expression on his face, and looks questionably at me.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
He smiles and claps his hands like a four year old, then grabs his book bag and new guitar.
This time I close the door for him and we start up the walkway to his house.
He grasps my hand as he turns the handle.
The door opens and a blue blur rushes to nearly bulldoze Sora.
His hand is knocked out of mine.
Not fair!
"Sora, I was so worried! You poor angel, are you ok? Did that boy take care of you, or was he a little bastard from hell?"
That is when I interrupted the brunette woman and her rambling.
" 'That boy' is right here and Sora is fine."
Sora nodded his head violently, turning a light shade of blue under his mother's grip. I'm pretty sure he was just hoping that his mom would let go of him.
"Mom, you're killing him," says a blonde I haven't seen before. He's tall, looks to be about Leon's age, blonde, pretty hot, and is wearing a pair of ripped jeans with a plain black shirt.
"But, but, oh alright. Are you sure you are ok Sora dear?"
He nods, his face a little flushed.
I don't blame him for a second.
"You are?" questions Blondie, now directing his attention at me.
"Riku." I say in a short curt voice.
"Cloud. Uh, nice to meet you."
He holds out his hand for a hand shake. I take it and give it a quick shake.
I have no reason, but I don't like Blondie very much.
"Sora, what are you doing with that?" Blondie points to the guitar.
Sora points at me, then takes off his book bag to begin a song.
He first starts with a test strum and begins to play.
Soft notes ring through the air. They sing little thoughts of happy memories. An abrupt interruption comes in as he makes a furious blow to the notes, causing them to fall down from their happy place. This fury stays for a second, and as quickly as it came it disappears. The joyous notes come back in full, and fade as he plays softer. I look at his face. He's mouthing the words so clearly, it's almost scary. It makes you wish he had a voice to sing with. His symphony of emotion ends and he looks up from the guitar.
Neither Blondie or Sora's mom say a word, but both have the same expression.
The oh-my-fucking-god-where-the-hell-did-that-come-from expression.
"That's why I gave him the guitar, also I have two more in my closet."
"Oh, well, um…" Sora's mom is lost for words.
"I think it's awesome," voices Blondie.
"I agree," Sora's mom blurts out. "Where did he learn to play guitar?"
Sora merely shrugs and points to the computer by the kitchen.
"the computer?"
Sora shrugs again and picks up his book bag, stepping up the stairs now.
I follow.
Sora is amazing. To learn something only by observation, never testing just blows my mind.
Sora opens his door and crashes on a couch underneath what I think is a loft bed.
His room has books galore, is about the same size as mine, has a laptop on a metal looking desk, and all his laundry is contained in a hamper.
Cleaner than my place…
"Nice room"
But Sora doesn't hear me.
He's already asleep on his couch.
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Alright, so that's chapter number three. I'm again, really sorry it took me so long to get it out, but school is evil as we all know, and having an older brother doesn't help.
So if you guys still like my story tell me to continue, otherwise I will delete it.
Thanks!
---Clous