This is sad. Sad for 1, that I don't not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters, and 2, the storyline is also sad.

I don't mind this one either. Kind of short, and well, I could sooo make a 20 chap thing out of this, but no thanks. I'm determined to do one-shots. Even if they suck, and are only experimental.

Also, I have chap 2 for Secrets of the Heart ready, and chap 3 is coming along fine. Sorry for all the stories so quickly iinto my recent arrival, but I'm just in a creative mood all of a sudden. Ask my maths teacher - I have little anime couple, mostly Riku and the awesomer version of I, all over my tests.


"If you hold your breath any longer, either you will die, or the wind will change and you'll be puffy and purple forever."

Sora let out his breath, glaring at Kairi. "Whatever," he scoffed. "It's cold, and Riku told me that if you hold your" – he wheezed then – "breath, you warm up quicker."

He sounded completely breathless and hoarse, making Kairi's grin strain as she laughed, clutching her stomach with one hand and the hand rail with the other, so she didn't fall flat on her ass in front of all these strangers.

All these strangers who were staring at her enough as it was.

They were on a train, going nowhere. Kairi had called Sora at three in the morning, and, after leaving a note for his then-sleeping mother, he met her at the skate park, and they then walked up the road to the taxi rink, before hoping an a cab and arriving at the train station.

Wandering around town looking for the two seventeen year olds, was another teenager, this one eighteen. His silver hair was still mussed from sleep, and he the only thing that had stopped him from jumping out of bed and shooting across the world to search for Sora, was the fact that he had needed a shower. Badly.

Riku rubbed his aqua eyes, and pulled out his phone. It was winter, which meant he had rugged up in a pair of water-proof black jeans, a t-shirt, a sweater, a jacket and a coat. Not to mention two pairs of socks and ear muffs that were just slightly smaller than his massivly puffy red nose.

He sneezed. Fucking hell. Now I have a cold. You're lucky I love you Sora. Stupid, stupid, stupid Sora! Stupid, adorable, sweet boyfriend of mine Sora.

It was then, staring lovingly at his phone, he received a text from the very person he wanted to.

Too bad it hadn't said what he wanted it to.

O my god sorry! I 4got bout our date and im on a train wiv Kairi. How bout tomorrow? Love you!

Ugh, Kairi. The teen with the short red hair, big purple eyes, and… Sora's current attention.

She was too much like Sora for Riku's liking. So Riku just decided not to like her at all. She was so into his brunette boyfriend, it just wasn't funny.

Sora seemed to laugh about it, though. Which obviously meant that Riku should trust the girl more.

Or did it mean exactly the opposite? Should Riku not trust Kairi or Sora, because then his heart would be broken.

Um i dont know how to tell u this but i just kissed Sora. He didnt kiss me back i promise u. Sorry

Riku put his phone away, and felt his eyes swell up. They felt like melting ice, the coldness mixed with the sudden feeling of water slipping down his cheeks. His nose suddenly felt colder, and the slowly walked, crying, away.

Sora looked at Kairi, shocked. They were in a smaller compartment, Sora having complained about the noise of the main one. The only other person in the room was a woman, probably only a few years older than them, who was politely looking away.

Kairi had just kissed him. And Sora had wanted to kiss her back, but she had jumped away too quickly. But what happened me loving Riku?

That was the only thought running through Sora's head as he tried to catch Kairi's timid gaze. "Hey," he said softly. "It's alright."

Kairi looked up. "It is?"

As Kairi got her passionate answer, she then wondered if the woman in the booth next to them was still, politely, looking away.