Saving Me

Chapter 3: One Night Stand

Come, please, I'm calling

And oh, I scream for you

Hurry, I'm falling, I'm falling

"And then she tripped and her dress flew up!" Sora said, laughing histarically. He wiped a tear from his eye and took in a deep breath, standing up more straight. "Now that's a wedding to remember," he finished, grinning. I shook my head, chuckling lightly.

"I'm sure it was."

"How was your weekend?" I sighed and closed my locker, starting on our walk to class.

"Well, boring, as usual."

"You didn't go out or do anything fun?" I shook my head and he frowned. "Well...why not?" I shrugged.

"I just...don't really have anyone to go out with, I guess." Sora snickered, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Maybe you should get a girlfriend." I immediately snorted after he said this and looked down at him incredulously.

"Yeah right." He seemed confused, and put his hands on his hips.

"Why not? Don't you want a girlfriend?" I sucked on the inside of my cheek, wondering how exactly I should answer him. I really didn't want a girlfriend...or a boyfriend. Or at least, I didn't think I did. I guess I didn't really think about it that often...or rather, I tried not to. I wasn't really interested in girls, anyway. Butit would sound weird to Sora if I said that I didn't want a girlfriend...I mean what guy my age didn't? Ah, what the hell.

"Err...I dunno..." I avoided his gaze and he huffed impatiently.

"Don't you have any hormones?" I gave him a strange look and he shrugged. "Well, it doesn't seem like you do! Don't you wanna feel all good about someone and kiss someone and touch someone and--"

"I get it, Sora," I said quickly, cutting him off before he could say anything else.

"Then answer the question." I rolled my eyes and when I looked back at him I saw the same eyes that I'd known so well before staring right back up at me.

"I guess...maybe sometimes," I answered, completely unsure.

"Geez, Riku...I want a boyfriend," Sora said, sighing dreamily.

"Of course you do..." I muttered, glancing over at him for a moment before furrowing my brow in frustration. Why'd he have to look so much like him?

I walked at a faster pace now, and I could tell Sora was about to say something, but I entered the classroom and took a seat quickly, just as class was starting.

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When class ended Sora was already at my seat. I was gathering my things together and packing them into my messenger bag. Sora looked kinda worried, and I furrowed my brow in confusion.

"Sora...?"

"Riku, do you hate gay people?"

I blinked at him once and then rasied an eyebrow. "Uhh...what?" Where had that come from?

"Are you a homophobe?"

He waited anxiously for me to answer, and I shook my head slowly.

"No...why do you ask?" Now Sora seemed confused, as well, and he placed his hands on his thin hips.

"Because, before when I told you that I want a boyfriend, you were acting weird!" I stared at him for a moment and then laughed. Sora still seemed confused, obviously not understanding what was so funny. I, on the other hand, had the sudden urge to ruffle his hair. I couldn't believe he thought I was a homophobe! When I stopped laughing I patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, pushing him forward slightly so we could start walking out of the classroom.

"Sora, believe me, I don't hate gay people."

"Oh...good!" Sora was beaming again in no time, and I chuckled lightly. He was so bipolar. As I followed Sora to his locker, I noticed something strange. Everyone was...watching us. I mean, yeah, they watched us before, but now they were like, staring. A lot. And it looked like they were still gossiping. I sighed frustratedlywe reached Sora's locker in no time. He seemed to notice my irratation and he looked up at me worriedly. "What's wrong?" I looked away from him, glaring at one of the small groups that were eyeing us. Honestly, didn't they have anything better to do?

"Nothing."

Sora frowned and followed my gaze. "Are you sure?" I sighed and looked back at him, and he met my gaze.

"I'm positive."

He didn't seem convinced, but the bell rang and we had to go to our seperate classes.

The next day everyone was still watching us. I don't think Sora noticed, either that or he pretended to. They continued to watch us and whisper about us for the rest of the week. I thought they would stop, but they didn't. The next week was just as bad. And they were getting louder. I was surprised Sora didn't say anything about it. He did seem to notice by the third week, though. He noticed all of their calculating stares and I could tell it made him nervous. He wasn't sure why everyone was acting like that, but I was. I knew why every one of those scumbags was watching us as if we were criminals or something. And it made me want to punch in all of their faces.

At lunch time I hurried out of the lunch room and up to the vacant roof as quickly as possible, Sora always following right behind me. One day, during lunch break, as we sat in silence on the roof of the school, he finally asked me.

"Riku...why is everyone talking about us?" It had caught me off guard, and I choked on the half of a sandwich Sora had given me for lunch. He usually brought me something, since he noticed that I never brought anything for myself. I was very thankful to him, and so far he hadn't asked me why I didn't bring my own lunch, which was good.

"I, uh," I struggled to come up with an excuse, but finally I came up with one that I thought sounded fairly reasonable. "I don't know." He was frowning at me, but he didn't push me any further. Instead, he turned back to his lunch and started eating in silence. I expected him to say something--he always did--but that time he didn't. In all of the several months I'd known him now, I'd never heard him so silent before, not even during class. I glanced over at him nevrously. What had I said? "So uh..." I tried to begin a conversation, but came up blank. He didn't seem too eager to start off on a topic, instead choosing to focus on his lunch, so I just finished up my sandwich and took out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from my pocket. Sora didn't notice at first, I don't think, but when I lighted it and a cloud of smoke slowly began forming, he looked over and gasped.

"You smoke?!" he nearly screeched, causing me to jump in alarm. I stared at him in shock, not answering his question. "Riku! I can't believe you smoke!" The brunette looked very distressed, and I was confused. Why was he making such a big deal out of it?

"Umm...sorry?" I replied unsuredly, and he shook his head.

"Riku, that's really bad for you!" he exclaimed, and I raised one eyebrow.

"I guess so..."

"Don't you care?!"

I was very surprsied at how upset Sora was getting about this whole thing. I mean, so what I smoked? Big deal. Or...it hadn't been to me, but apparently it was to Sora.

"Look, if you're that upset about it I'll just put it out." After not receiving a response from Sora, other than a horrified look, I sighed and pulled the cigarette out of my mouth and smashed it into the cement of the roof floor. "Geez...why are you getting so worked up about this?"

"Why?! You actually have to ask?!"

"Sora, calm down!"

The poor boy was panicking, and I put my hands on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.

"Riku, how long have you been smoking?" he asked abruptly.

"Umm, I don't know...for a while," I replied, and I saw Sora's eyes watering up.

"S-Sora!" What was WRONG with him? Was he actually going to cry?

"Riku...that's really, really bad for you," he repeated, rubbing his eyes.

"Sora," I chuckled, shocked that he would react to me smoking this way. I ruffled his hair and he seemed a bit surprsied, but tried not to show it. I was a bit surprised myself. "Chill out, okay?" He stared up at me for a second, and slowly a small smile spread across his face.

"Y-yeah...I'm sorry," he said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I guess I just got really worried about you, since you're my best friend," he laughed.

Yep, definitely bipolar.

I liked how he refferred to us as 'best friends', though. I guess...we did spend a lot of time together, and he was the only one I really hung out with. Hmm...having a best friend again felt really...nice.

I smiled at him and he grinned back up at me, but suddenly looked down at his wrist where his watch was.

"Oh no! We better get to class!" He grabbed his stuff and hopped up, holding a hand down to me. "C'mon," he said, smiling. I stared up at him and blinked. His eyes were glistening due to the tears he'd almost been crying moments ago, and they were just so blue...they were gorgeous, really. I blushed lightly as I nodded and took his hand.

"Yeah," I muttered, not sure if he heard me or not. He'd seemed a bit worried when I didn't take his hand right away, but once I grabbed it and he helped me up he was grinning like a maniac. We went to our different classes and not quite soon enough school ended.

I sighed with relief when I got outside. I hadn't been able to smoke at lunch, thanks to Sora, and I was dying for a cigarette. I'm surprsied he never caught me smoking before. I didn't try to hide it from him or anything...but maybe it would have been better if I did hide it from him.

I lit a cigarette as I walked away from the school, humming in satisfaction as I breathed in the nicotine.

"Hey, Riku, wait up!" I heard a very familiar voice call, and I groaned in disappointment. I loved being around Sora, I'd recently discovered, but he freaked out when he saw me smoking last night...what would he do now? I was contemplating whether or not I should try to put it out before he noticed or whether it was already too late when he was suddenly in front of me. I wondered silently how he kept doing that, and smiled sheepishly when I realized he had taken notice of the cigarette in my hand.

"Hey Sora," I greeted him, but he was already frowning.

"Riku...another one?"

I shrugged helplessly. "You wouldn't let me have one at lunch...I couldn't wait any longer." He didn't say anything but gave me a rather heart-wrenching look, and I just couldn't say no to what he was silently asking me to do. "Alright, alright...hold on a second." I puffed on the cigarette a few more times before I regrettably put it out. Sora smiled victoriously, turned away from me, and began walking. At first I just stood there, not sure if I was supposed to follow him or not, but finally I decided to.

"So, wanna come over to my house? I want you to meet my mom," Sora asked excitedly, looking up at me once I was walking beside him. I bit my lip nervously.

"I don't know..." I probably smelled like cigarettes now, and I wasn't exactly the most well-liked person on Destiny Islands. And I had no idea what his mom was like...okay, that was a lie. Sora was always blabbering on about everything, including his family. But still...what if she didn't like me?

"Why not?" Sora asked, suddenly confused.

"What if she doesn't like me?"

Sora laughed. "Oh, come on!"

"No, seriously," I continued, but he just grinned at me.

"Riku, don't worry about it. She's not going to hate you."

"...I never said she would hate me."

"Oh...well, it doesn't matter! It'll be fine!" I couldn't really protest, even though I wanted to. I didn't want to go to Sora's house in the state that I was...I especially didn't want to meet his family. But he seemed like he really wanted me to, and when he looked at me with those huge eyes, excited smile, and round cheeks, much like a young child's, I just couldn't say 'no'.

We reached Sora's house pretty quickly. It was nice. It wasn't anything fancy, but I was glad for that. It was a small house; one of those houses you see in the movies, with the white picket fences and flower gardens. It definitely had a woman's touch. Sora opened the small gate and continued down the dirt path to their porch. I followed close behind, examining the outside of their house thoroughly. It sure was beautiful.

"MOOOM, I'M HOOOOOME!" Sora yelled immediately when we entered his house.

"Welcome home, hun!" I heard a woman call from another room. Sora grinned and gestured for me to follow him.

"Mom, I brought Riku home today," Sora announced as we entered his living room. A woman who looked to be in her thirties was sitting on the couch, sipping tea. She was pretty and thin, and she smiled brightly at me and Sora when we came in.

"Oh, hello, Riku!" She stood up and and reached her hand out for me to shake, and I did so with a small smile on my face. I could feel Sora watching us closely, and it made me nervous. "I've heard a lot about you," his mom continued, and I blushed slightly.

"Really?"

She nodded. "Sora talks about you all the time."

"Mom..." Sora whined, blushing. His mom laughed lightly and turned to him.

"Sora, hunny, did you ask your friend if he's hungry?"

"No, I haven't gotten the chance to yet," Sora replied, and then, with a huff, turned to me. "Are you hungry?"

I was, but I felt kind of weird saying 'yes'. I didn't want to make Sora work, but when I took a second look at his face I realized I would actually probably be doing him a favor.

"Uh, sure."

Sora smiled brightly, thanking me silently, and led me to the kitchen. I waved to his mom after she waved to me, offering the best smile I could muster for her. Once we were in the kitchen and a fair distance away from his mother, Sora let out a breath.

"Sorry about her," he said, in a hushed voice, just in case she could hear him. I shrugged.

"It's alright."

Their kitchen was small, just like the rest of the house, but it wasn't really tiny. It was nice and had floral designs in a lot of places, and lots of real flowers, as well. They seemed to have flowers everywhere in their house so far, I examined. Sora absentmindely began making some poptarts--two for me and two for him. When they were done he put them on two plates and told me to follow him to his room. I complied and when we got there his mother suddenly called from the other room.

"Sora, hun, leave the door open a little!" Sora sighed and blushed again.

"Okay, mom!"

"Thanks, sweetie!"

Sora left the door open a couple inches and flopped down on his bed. His room was pretty messy--there were wrinkled up clothes lying everywhere, stray pieces of paper, food dishes, half-eaten meals left out to rot...you could definitely tell it was a guy's room. This caught me a little off-guard, though. Sora always seemed so...feminine. It was weird to see his room and actually imagine that he was the one who lived in it and kept it like that.

I shook it off and sat next to Sora on his bed. He handed me a plate of poptarts and I offered a small "thanks" before taking a big bite out of one. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a poptart. They were so damn good! Sora watched me for a moment as I devoured the poptarts quickly, then he laughed. I looked up, slightly confused.

"You really like poptarts, don't you?" I blushed lightly and swallowed the piece of poptart that was in my mouth.

"Yeah...I guess so." It was silent for a few moments as we ate our poptarts, but finally I had to ask; "Why does your mom want you to leave the door open?" Sora rolled his eyes--not at my question, it seemed that he was rolling them at his mother's behavior.

"She's paranoid that I'm gonna do something if I don't keep it open...when I have friends over, that is..." He was blushing again, and it only took me a moment to realize what he was getting at.

"Oh." I said bluntly. I felt a little embarrassed, as I'm sure he did, too. I tried to think up a question to ask him so that there wouldn't be an awkward silence between us, and the best one that I could think of was; "So then, she knows you're gay?" I thought this question sounded a little odd after I had said it. I mean, she was his mother, surely she knew? I felt stupid for asking. But Sora didn't seem to feel the same way about the question as I did.

"I dunno...I don't think she knows that I'm seriously gay, but I think she suspects something." He looked down then, a look of slight disappointment gracing his features. "I would come straight out and tell her, but I don't know how she'd react." I nodded thoughtfully. I knew the feeling.

"She seems pretty nice, though," I said, shrugging.

He laughed. "Yeah, but sometimes she freaks out about my sister and her boyfriend living on the same campus!" I chuckled. "Hmm...I wonder if she'll come by today. Her college isn't too far away from here. I really want you to meet her; she's awesome!" I smiled and nodded.

"I'd like that."

I had heard a lot about his sister, and she did sound pretty awesome. So did her boyfriend. I think their names were...Aqua and Terra, if I remembered correctly. We sat in Sora's room for the next couple of hours and just talked. His mom checked on us a couple of times, and each time Sora got a bit flustered. I thought it was very amusing; the energetic brunette was usually never embarrassed by anything, it seemed, but apparently all you had to do was bring in his mom and have her start implying certain...things.

It was really nice spending time with Sora. I had a great time. In fact, now that I'd known him for a few months or so--I'd lost track of how long--, I couldn't imagine not spending time with him.

At about 6:00 p.m., the door to Sora's room opened once again. We both looked over, assuming it was his mom, but although it was a girl it was most definitely not Sora's mother. She had short, blue hair and a soft smile on her lips.

"Aqua!" Sora exclaimed, jumping off of his bed and almost tackling said woman over.

"Hey, Sora!" she laughed, hugging him back.

I smiled. So this was Aqua, huh?

"Riku, this is my sister, Aqua," Sora introduced me, and I stood from the bed and walked over to them, smiling.

"Hey," I nodded, and she nodded back.

"Aqua, this is Riku." Aqua's face brightened and she grinned at me.

"You're Riku, huh? Well, you definitely fit Sora's description." I blushed, and so did Sora. Somehow I got the feeling that I was a major topic in Sora's household. Aqua, noticing both of our embarrassment, laughed and quickly changed the subject. "C'mon, dinner's ready." She walked out of the room, gesturing for us to follow. Sora's blush had died down and he grinned at me.

"You can eat, too," he said, following Aqua out of the room. I followed him into the kitchen and was surprised with what I saw. There was a bunch of food set on the table, more at one meal than I could ever remember seeing.

Sora sat down and patted the seat beside him, grinning at me. I sat down next to him and we began eating. I tried not to eat very much--I felt kind of awkward, I mean, afterall, I'd only just met some of his family. But I think my hunger got the best of me. Luckily, there was plenty of food to go around. They talked about how their days went and other such subjects, and I piped in every now and then. When dinner was over I was full. I was actually full. It was so weird to not hear my stomach growl or feel like I was about to faint because of lack of nutrients. I felt like I was gonna explode...yet at the same time it felt so good to not be hungry for once.

Afterwards, I thanked Sora's mom for the meal and eventually Aqua left. By the time it was 8:00 p.m., I figured I'd better get going, too. It was getting late-ish, and although I didn't have a particular reason to go home, it just felt like I should.

"I guess I'd better go, too," I said, minutes after Aqua had left.

"Awww...are you sure?" Sora pouted. I smiled at him.

"Yeah."

"Okay...well, I'll walk you there!"

My eyes widened slightly and I began to panic. Sora could most definitely not go to my house. I couldn't let him see where I was living or who I was living with! Knowing Sora, he would probably make a really big deal out of it.

Thinking quickly, I came up with the first excuse that came to mind. "Nah, that's okay. You'll just have to walk back by yourself, and it's dark." Sora frowned and I smiled reassuringly. "Really, it's okay," I insisted and headed for the door. Sora followed me, nonetheless.

"But if I don't go with you then YOU'LL be walking home alone!"

I looked him over and gave him an amused look. "And would it be better for me to be walking home alone or you?" Sora examined both of us thoroughly and blushed.

"Okay...I guess you're right," he sighed. I grinned at him. "I'll see you tomorrow, then!" he chirped, waving. I waved back at him.

"Seeya," I said, and then left. The walk to my house was a bit longer than the walk to Sora's house from the school. It was pretty dark, but there were streetlamps, so I could see. It was fairly quiet, too. Destiny Islands was a small, pretty peaceful town, and it was a school night, so I probably wouldn't be running into anything too interesting. When I reached my house the smile that had been gracing my lips fell and was replaced with a frown. After spending all day with Sora--well, aside from the parts of school where we weren't together--I really wasn't looking forward to seeing my dad. Sighing, I entered my house and saw the usual sight of my dad laying on the couch, being completely wasted and useless. I wondered, suddenly, how someone could waste their life like that, but didn't dwell on that thought for long. Instead, I headed to my room. I didn't think he noticed me come in. His eyes were glued to the T.V. But as I was about to turn the corner into the small hallway that led to my room, he called my name.

"Riku," came his husky voice, "where have you been?"

"Out," I replied curtly.

"Out where? It's pretty late."

"So? Why should you care?"

I probably should have just come up with some lie to tell him instead, because he glared at me and stood up.

"I care cuz' I'm your father." His words were slightly slurred; I could tell he'd been drinking a lot.

"You never cared before..." I muttered.

"What did you say?" His voice was dark and his eyes were boring into me. I shrunk back and furrowed my brow, gulping.

"Nothing..."

He seemed to be getting very impatient very quickly. "Why don't you just answer my question, Riku?"

"I was just out with some friends!" I said, a bit louder than I probably should have.

"Friends? You don't have any friends! Ever since you screwed that little boy over everyone stears clear from you!"

I was glaring at him now, gritting my teeth in an attempt to not say anything I would regret. No one said anything for a while. My thoughts went back to the "little boy" he was talking about, who in fact had not been very little, but I tried to focus on the matter at hand. It hurt, though. When someone said it like that. As if it was just a quick, one-night stand.

"So who were you with?" he repeated.

"Why the hell are you still going on about this?! I already told you, I was just with a friend!" I guess my anger from before kind of exploded into this sentence, and it earned me a hard slap on the cheek. My hand immediately went up to the throbbing area and my father screamed at me.

"Don't you dare use that tone with me!" A few moments of silence passed on before he continued. "Before you said you were with some friends. Now you say you were with a friend. Which is it, Riku?" I only then realized my small mistake, but I didn't answer him. He "hmmph"ed. "I bet you were raping another one, weren't you?"

This time I was the one who lost it. I punched him in the face, as hard as I could. He screamed in pain but quickly regained control of himself. He was fuming now. I tried to make a quick escape, but he was faster than me. He grabbed my arm and slammed me up against the wall, walking up to stand right in front of me. I yelped in pain. He had my arm behind my back, pressed up against the wall. It hurt like hell, and I had to grit my teeth not to scream.

"Do you like that, Riku? I wonder how it would feel to get raped yourself, huh?" He pressed further, now with his body up against mine and his free hand searching my body greedily.

"I...didn't rape anyone," I growled through gritted teeth, and tried to kick him and get him off of me. It didn't work, though; it only got him more angry. He pressed as hard as he could on my arm and the bone snapped; I screamed and he brought his mouth to mine to silence me. I closed my eyes tightly as he forced his tongue into mine and let go of my now-broken arm. He tore off my clothes and his hands began roaming all over my body. At first I tried desperately to stop him, but it was useless. One of my arms was broken and I couldn't get him off of me.

I couldn't believe what was happening. After such a great day, how could something have gone so wrong? I tried to think of something else, anything but what was happening right then, but my mind didn't seem to want to obey me right then. Our lips finally parted and he smirked evilly before forcing my legs apart and pounding into me.

I think the neighbors must have heard me screaming that night. But no one came to help.

Disclaimer: I, orgymoogle, do not own Kingdom Hearts (none of em'!) or any of the characters or creatures in it. Nor do I own the plots, storylines, or any of its other geniusness. I am merely an obsessed fangirl writing a fanfiction.

A/N: ...sudden rape at the end? I think so, yes. Don't be mad at me...it was bound to happen.

Umm...yeah, I know the rape scene was short. I'm not good at those scenes. xD

Well, I hope you liked it, nonetheless. I've had a sudden surge of muse lately, so my other stories (the ones that aren't on hiatus '.) will be updated soon!

Thanks for reading!

All flames will be used for Axel's enjoyment.

-orgymoogle