Hana: Oh my gawsh, I'm SOOOOOO sorry I took so long 2 update, I've just been really busy-

Riku: She means she's just being procrastinating.

Hana: -- -throws brick at Riku-

Riku: x.X

Hana: ANYWAY, I have been really busy – school and all. But now it's the holidays I can have lots more time to write! YAYYY!

Sora: Hey, what happened to Riku?

Hana: Nothing –whistles innocently-

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Dark Thoughts in a Hart of Light
Chapter 3
Three Little Words

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Sora was so busy worrying about Riku he couldn't concrete for the rest of the day. In all his lessons he tried to catch the boy's beautiful aqua eyes. But Riku just ignored him and talked with Kairi. It killed Sora inside, and although he tried to hide it he obviously wasn't doing a very good job.

The teachers noticed Sora wasn't doing any work and chewed him out for it, and they already hated Sora because he wore make-up and it was 'against the school rules' (even though Kairi wore a whole vat of it every day).

Now he was in Algae bra with prof. Xemnas and he hated Sora most out of all his teachers; stupid dick.

"SORA!" the prof said angrily, his eye narrowed.

"What, sir?" asked Sora, trying to sound polite.

"You haven't done any of those Algebra questions! I've been watching you and for the whole half hour you've just been sat there blankly staring at RIKU!"

Sora had been prepared to argue back for anything the teacher said, but he had not been expecting this. He just sat in his chair dumbly like a little kid caught stealing cookies before dinnertime, eyes wide and his face turning bright red like a cherry. He could hear all the kids laughing, and some random cries "Sora's gay?!" and "fag!" and "no way!". Then Sora felt something hit the back of his head, he turned around to see it was a piece of paper. He wondered who it was from…

It was from Riku! Riku's handwriting, at any rate, and it was very unlikely there were two people in one class with elegant, scrawling script; no, it was definitely from Riku.

Sora unfolded the nut with hesitancy. His fingers were shaking as his eyes scanned over it's contents and then, once they hit the bottom, they filled with tears even tho he'd promised himself he'd never cry – it was something babies did and he wasn't a baby. But the words stung and cut right into his soul, burning with passion; just holding that hateful note seemed to burn his fingers like smouldering embers so he dropped it to the floor, heart torn in two.

The note said; Sora what the fuck are you thinking? I am not gay I hate fucking fags! Don't even cum near me again!!

"So what do you have to say for yourself?" asked Xemnas angrily, arms crossing slowly across his chest. "Are you going to concentrate and do your work know?"

Anger blazed through Sora like an inferno, a wild forest fire completely incinerating any rational thought as he stood up so quickly his chair fell to the floor with a THUMP! All eyes were on him now, even Riku was surveying him with bitter disinterest, and Sora wanted to hurt him so much… At least, that was what he told himself.

It was easier that way.

"ALRIGHT THEN, YES, I WAS STARING AT RIKU BECAUSE I AM GAY OKAY AND I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM!!" Sora cried dramatically, throwing his arms away. "ARE YOU ALL HAOPPY NOW?!"

There was a long silence, Sora's heart pounding against his rib cage painfully, Riku's eyes widened and seemed to fill with tears as he went "Soda…"

But people had begun to laugh and shout and point and Sora couldn't hear Riku, and within seconds he had run away, trying not to fry.

Sora ran and ran and ran, shoes pounding against the floor until he was right out of the school, the stupid shitty place full of preps and posers and all those useless bastards who just wanted to make fun of him because he loved Riku… Yes, that was right, he loved Riku, he still loved him even tho he had been such an arrogant dick.

"I LOVE RIKU!" Sora cried while he was mid-way across the field, and it felt so good to just shout what he had been holding within himself for so long. It felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders by an angel or some other divine creature, and he could breath again; he had admitted his biggest sin. "I LOVE RIKU! I'm… I'm fucking in love with my fucking best friend… And he hates me now…"

Sobbing brokenly, he was now free to let the tears fall like raindrops as he staggered towards the beach, towards the island he and riku used to play on all t he time.

Finally he made his way to the secret place and crumpled down in a heap of bone and heads, grazing his knee as he did so. Angrily, he took a rock and began to hack at the walls, the picture he and Kairy had drawn all those years ago – when Kairi had been his friend, when they had all been friends.

He cut Kairi's face off angrily, hoping to erase the bitch from his mind as he curled up in broken huddle like a doll – a tool, one well-played, worn, rusted and thrown away. It was all her fault – if Riku wasn't in love with Kairi then he could be with Sora and everything would be wonderful…

"Riku…" Sora whispered, his thick curtains of lashes falling against his cold skin, skinny arms winding around his middle for support and warmth.

Nobody wanted him…

Sora wasn't sure how long he slept, but he was woken by a pain in his back (probably from lying on the floor, although he couldn't remember exactly why he was in the secret place) and a voice like an angel's – a feather brushing against his subconscious, pulling him back into reality.

Reality was fucking painful.

Sora's eyes cracked open to see Riku stood before him, the beautiful apparition with luxuriant silver hair and large aquamarine orbs; he was so pretty it hurt, and suddenly Sora remembered why he had run away from school and how he had ended up here.

It was all Riku's fault…

Anxious, Sora tried to back away, wrapping his arms around his legs for protection, eyes wide and frightful; nothing could hurt him unlike Riku, he was his weakness and it was sickening. Sora felt sick, bile rising in the back of his throat as he studied the godlike teenager before him.

Riku… The only person who could hurt him, whos words could make or break him, who could send him soaring up to heaven or down to hell… It was all his choice, really.

"Please…" Sora whispered, although he didn't know what he was pleading for… Pleading that he wouldn't hurt him, perhaps? Pleading that he'd leave him alone? Pleading that he'd unsay all he'd just said? Probably.

"Oh Sora. What the hell am I going to do with you?" Riku asked, sighing, and Sora noticed his eyes were watering. "I… I was so worried about you, you moron."

While being called a 'moron' was not very flattering, the words did bring an unwanted blush to Sora's cheeks because… Did this mean Riku was sorry? Did he…? Was he confessing to…?

"I love you, Sora."

Hana: DUN DUN DUN!

Riku: We all knew it was going to happen anyway.

Hana: Shut up! And how come you're conscious again?

Sora: Were YOU the one who knocked him unconscious?

Hana: No, I… Er… Hehehe…

Sora: DIE BITCH!

Hana: -KEYBLADED-