Chances in Life
XO'MagickMoon'OX
.Chapter X. Pride and Prejudice
A/N: Thank you to everyone! Your reviews make my heart happy. :3
AbnormallyWeirdPerson: Thanks again, as usual! -glomps ch00- Your reviews are always appreciated. And yes, Kairi did catch Riku and Sora making-out, which I sorta forgot about when I wrote their phone conversation... but uh, yeah, she meant after Riku and Sora left. 'Cause, ya know, she wasn't there to see it that time, so she wanted to be informed. ;) And I don't know about Riku and Sora's (wet) dreams... It would have been a fun scene to write, though. Gah, I should've put it in. Oh well. Anyway, thanks again for the wonderful review!
-Zeida-and-Maria-: I'm glad you like my stories, both this and Deadly Desire. Haha, yush, there are a few "Riku-in-a-band" stories out there, and definitely a few vampire fics. But I just love writing my own versions of them. Anyway, thank you so much for the awesome review! I don't mind long ones; actually, I feed off of them. XD
Blackened-wings: -munches on cookie- Thanks for the cookies and the review! Of course, you know I love your reviews. :D It's awesome that you play trumpet (and learning to play clarinet).I admire wind/brass players, 'cause you have to have really strong lungs. It's weird moving from the violin to the flute, because when playing string instruments you sometimes forget to breathe, and with wind instruments, you have to breathe... a lot. So needless to say, I get really dizzy if I practice the flute for too long. XD Anyway, I'm glad you think Riku and Sora's relationship is developing nicely. :) And of course Riku wouldn't be the only one who'd love to see Sora wearing that outfit again -grins with you- Haha, anyway, thanks again!
Anon19: 8D Thank you so much for the insight! Yes, I figured that not everyone in a Catholic school would be homophobic, and I know that not all of them would be "pure". When I said that Sora was pure and innocent, I didn't mean to connect it directly to his being Catholic or anything.I was implying that because he's never had a boyfriend, he's never had any "experience", and he's never had a boyfriend before because of his Catholic-school environment. And it is true that, of course, there would be many people who have no problem with homosexuality, and probably quite a few yaoi fans (like you and your friends :D). However, in Sora's particular Catholic school, there are a lot of homophobes...which is why he's so nervous about people finding out that he's gay. Any time I make references to the homophobe-ness of Sora's school, keep in mind that it's just his particular school, not Catholic schools in general. You'll find out more about just how horrible his homophobic classmates can be in this chapter. Anyway, again, thank you so much for the insight, and for the awesome review:) Much appreciated.
Anyway, before we start the chapter, PLEASE READ:
The stuff in this chapter is not meant to be offensive in any way. It deals a lot with religion, but please keep in mind that I, myself, am Christian and would never dream of bashing Christianity.
Also, I do not own the song Things I'll Never Say by Avril Lavigne. Nor do I own Marluxia, Larxene, or Zexion. I usually don't put disclaimers for the KH characters, but some people (like me) probably haven't played Chain of Memories, and might not know these particular characters.
Okay, that said, on with the chapter! Enjoy!
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/Sora's POV/
The weekend passed in a sort of blur. A blur of riffling through my Chemistry textbook and typing up my Honors Literature research paper and babysitting my little cousins. I had no time to see Riku, but I talked to him every night on the phone. He said his parents were leaving soon; he spent most of his time holed up in his room or out at one of his band-mates' houses. He said he and Sephiroth'd stayed the night Saturday at Leon's house. The waters between Leon and Riku's older brother were turbulent, from what Riku'd told me, ever since the concert Friday night and their run-in with Cloud. I'd have to ask my elusive History teacher about it later. Or maybe I could ask Aerith. Since she was Cloud's "high school sweetheart", she had to have been there when everything that was now causing so much tension had happened.
Come Monday afternoon, I found myself practically dragging my feet to the exit door. Needless to say, I hadn't gotten much sleep over the weekend, what with my nightly phone conversations and daily activities. I swear I could still hear my cousins' shouts ringing in my ears. I passed the principal in the hallway and he smiled at me, as he did with everyone. I smiled back, out of politeness. Principal Xemnas, aside from having a very peculiar name, often disturbed me with his mere presence. As I watched him stroll away from me, I noted that he had silver hair like Riku, even though (again, like Riku) his face looked too young for his hair to be graying already. Of course, Riku's hair was much prettier than Principal Xemnas's. I'd bet it was softer, too.
Speaking of my boyfriend, upon leaving the school, guess who I ran into?
"Hey there," he purred, pushing me into the brick wall before pressing his lips firmly against mine.
My heart immediately quickened, and not just from the usual pre-make-out-session-with-Riku jitters. I looked around nervously before lightly pushing Riku away. Hurt flashed briefly through his eyes, which in turn made me feel incredibly guilty, but it was quickly replaced with confusion. I smiled apologetically at him, saying, "Not here."
"Why?" he asked, gently stroking the side of my face with his thumb. As much as I wanted to lean into his touch, I resisted.
"Because…well, there's too many people around."
He gave a sort of halfhearted smirk. "What's wrong? You've never had much of a problem with PDA before."
"PDA?"
He shook his head, chuckling in a way that was far too sexy to have been natural. "You're so cute," he murmured, before adding, "PDA: Public Displays of Affection."
"Oh. I knew that." And the Idiot of the Year Award goes to… I stepped away from the wall and a potentially compromising position, saying, "No, I don't mind. It's just…uh, well, this is my school, the homophobe capital of the nation."
Riku cocked his head, a hand on his hip. "So?"
"Uh…well, I don't want to draw their unwanted attention."
He nodded, seeming to decide to respect my wishes, though I could tell that his inner rebel was fighting for release. "All right."
"Are you…here to pick me up?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Of course. You and Kairi, if you'd like."
I smiled at him; he was so sweet sometimes. "Sure. I'll call Aerith and tell her not to come."
And so I did. Shortly after, Kairi arrived on the scene, swinging her backpack 'round and humming some sort of whimsical tune. Upon spotting Riku, she waved brightly and pounced on him, ensconcing him in a tight hug. "RIKU-SAMA!" she exclaimed over his shoulder in her fangirl squeal-like voice.
I rolled my eyes. "Did Selphie (unwisely) give you too much sugar again?" I asked tiredly.
She grinned, nodding enthusiastically. "TONS!" she practically yelled in my ear, having released Riku from her Fangirl Hug of Death. I winced, pushing her away.
"I…don't know if you want to drive with her in the car, intoxicated as she is," I told Riku.
He just brushed it off with a lazy wave of his hand. "I've suffered through car rides with a piss-drunk Yuffie, I think I can handle a sugar-high Kairi."
As we started towards Riku's car, Kairi shouted, "WAIT! I FORGOT MY NOTEBOOK!" and dashed back into the school. I shook my head. We heard her call, "GO ON! I'LL CATCH UP!" and continued towards the parking lot.
Riku unlocked his car and slid into the driver's seat while I scooted into the passenger side. It seemed like the second the lock on my door clicked into place Riku was grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into a hot kiss. His tongue wasted no time in slipping between my lips, trying to dominate me. Suddenly, I felt a surge of competition rush through my veins and decided to take the reigns of the situation. I pushed him back, our lips still fused, and clambered into his lap, straddling it the best I could with the close quarters. I forced his tongue back into his mouth with mine, and I think that the only reason I could even accomplish such a feat was because he was too surprised to react. Sure enough, opening my eyes, I saw his opened, too, and wide. I just smirked through the kiss and grabbed the sides of his face, tilting my head to deepen the contact. Soon, his eyes were closed again and he was leaning his head back into his seat (I think I even heard him moan), completely willing to let me dominate. It was a weird feeling, a powerful feeling. I liked it.
Pulling back, I smiled at him and he smiled blearily in return. His breathing was heavy and his face was flushed, and I had a very strong inkling that it had been a long time since someone had made him submit, even if just a little. He tried to pull me back in for another kiss, and I was more than ready to oblige, except something caught my eye.
I gasped, parting quickly, and squeaked, "K-KAIRI!"
She was sitting in the back seat, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Oh, by all means," she said a little too sweetly, "continue."
Riku groaned with frustration and hit his head forcefully against his headrest. "And it was just getting good," he muttered angrily under his breath.
"Yes, yes it was," Kairi agreed.
I felt my face heat fiercely and thought that I must have been blushing a red that would make a tomato jealous. From Riku's amused smirk, I had no doubt that my suspicion was dead-on.
Kairi crossed her legs and leaned her elbow on a knee, perching her chin in her palm. "You know," she said, "you two are really hot together."
"Kairi!" I protested.
"I mean, Sora has this little innocent cherub-like naïveté thing going on, while Riku's some sensuous creature borne from the blackness of night—"
Oh no, she was feeling poetic. This was about to get explicit.
"—out to taint the chastity of the angel by seducing him into his bed, where he will proceed to take the angel (multiple times), listening to the screams for harder and faster and moreohpleaseohgod, and then—"
"KAIRI!" I practically screeched. At that point, I probably resembled something redder than a tomato, something like wine. I buried my face into Riku's neck, pleading, "Make her stop, Ri-ku!"
He laughed. "I don't know. I was sorta getting into it—"
"I'm surrounded by perverts!" I lamented dramatically, throwing my arms up in defeat.
"Well, I don't think you sitting on my lap as you are is making matters any better," Riku casually pointed out.
Was there anything redder than wine? If there was, then that was the color of my face after Riku's last comment.
"Sorry," I mumbled, sliding back into my respective seat.
Riku just laughed again. "Don't be sorry. It's not as if I didn't want you sitting there." He started up the car, pulling out of his spot, adding, "I actually wouldn't've minded if you hadn't moved. Of course, then we'd probably still be here in the parking lot come nightfall."
"I don't think I'd have minded either!" Kairi chirped. "It's not every day that a girl gets to witness something like that." She leaned forward as we left the school vicinity, asking, "Hey, do you think you could make me a tape or something?"
I groaned, sinking down into my seat and burying my face in my hands. I didn't even bother trying to think of something my face probably resembled at that point, seeing so there probably wasn't anything in existence that could rival my blush. I'd have to contact Crayola and tell them I'd thought up a new one for stock of make-believe colors: "Sora's Blush Red". I could make millions.
I shook my head and sighed, asking, "Hey, Riku? Is this…gonna become routine, now?"
"What?" he asked.
"Uh…you picking us up from school."
"Sure. I'd like that," he said, smiling sincerely.
"Ohhh, Sora, then you have to tell him about tomorrow!"
"What's tomorrow?" he questioned, looking at Kairi through his rearview mirror.
"Me and Sora are gonna be staying after school tomorrow, so you'll have to come later."
"For what?"
"Nothing," I said hurriedly, sitting back up in my seat only to wish I could dissolve back into it.
"We're trying out for the spring school play!" Kairi told him. "It's Guys and Dolls."
"You are?" Riku asked, looking over at me briefly.
I nodded.
"You like to act?"
"Uh…not really," I said. "I mean, I do, it's just…not my passion. I don't really have a passion, per se, so I just sorta do all kinds of things. Like acting."
"Oh, I see. So, can I come watch you try out?"
"N-No!" I stuttered. "You don't have to…and I'd really rather you didn't. I'd be too embarrassed and mess up."
"When will you learn not to be embarrassed around me?" he asked, though he didn't sound particularly sad or anything, just curious.
I laughed nervously. "I don't know. I just…" I shrugged. "I don't know."
"So, what time are you going to be done?"
"Uh…around…quarter of four."
"Okay. I'll meet you then."
We were all quiet for a moment, until Kairi said, "Hey, let's turn on the radio."
I leaned forward and pushed some button that seemed as if it would activate the radio, which it did.
"…ening to Y105.6," a woman's voice crackled through the speakers, followed by some catchy jingle that'd be stuck in my head later. Then, the song started, a familiar chord sounding through the car underlying a pretty voice singing an introduction of gibberish. Then, the actual lyrics formulated over the wistful melody.
"I'm tugging at my hair, I'm pulling at my clothes.
I'm trying to keep my cool, I know it shows.
I'm staring at my feet, my cheeks are turning red.
I'm searching for the words inside my head."
"And I'm feeling nervous, trying to be so perfect,
'Cause I know you're worth it, you're worth it (yeah)."
I laughed, saying, "Do you ever feel like there are little people in the radio trying to send you messages? Like, they know what's going on inside your head."
"………………………away.
Be with you every night. Am I squeezing you too tight?"
Riku cast me a sidelong glance, replying, "Uh…well, I don't really listen to the radio all that much. It's too arbitrary, you can never find the song you're looking for."
"Hm. So I guess you don't feel like there are little people in the radio," I said, shrugging.
"………………… marry me today, yes, I'm wishing my life away,
With these things I'll never say."
"It don't do me any good, it's just a waste of time.
What use is it to you what's on my mind?
If it ain't coming out, we're not going anywhere.
So why can't I just tell you that I care?"
"'Cause I'm feeling nervous, trying to be so perfect,
'Cause I know you're worth it, you're worth it (yeah-eah-eah)."
"If I could say what I want to say, I'd say I wanna blow you...away.
Be with you every night. Am I squeezing you too tight?
If I could say what I want to see, I want to see you go down—
On one knee, marry me today, yes, I'm wishing my life away,
'These things I'll never say."
"What's wrong with my tongue?
These words keep slipping away.
I stutter, I stumble, like I've got nothing to say."
"'Cause I'm feeling nervous, trying to be so perfect,
'Cause I know you're worth it, you're worth it (yeah!)."
"You like this song?" Riku asked me. I noticed then that I'd started to tap my foot, rocking my head from side to side as I looked out the window.
"Yeah," I answered. "It's old, but…I don't know, I like the lyrics. It's a nice song. Don't you think?" I turned to him, a happy grin in place.
He nodded shortly. "Sure, it's pretty good."
"Yes, I'm wishing my life away,
'These things I'll never say."
Kairi leaned forward, tweaking my ear. "Aw, Sora, you're so cute. It sounds like you can relate to the song, eh?"
"What?" I felt a familiar blush creeping back and tried to bid it away. I saw Riku's amused expression out of the corner of my eye.
"………………….……away.
Be with you every night. Am I squeezing you too tight?
If I could say what I want to see, I want to see you go down—
On one knee, marry me today, yes, I'm wishing my life away,
'These things I'll never say."
"'These things I'll never say."
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"Oh, I was horrible!" I groaned, slinging my backpack over my shoulder as we made our way to the door the following afternoon.
"No, you were not. I was horrible," Kairi said, though she was smiling brightly as per usual.
"You were great," I muttered.
"I'm sure we'll both get the parts," Kairi assured me, putting a friendly hand on my shoulder. "You underestimate yourself too much."
I shrugged, pushing open one of the double glass doors. Then, something snagged the corner of my vision and made my heart thud nervously. I quickened my pace, pulling Kairi with me.
"Sora!" she gasped. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head and kept walking—erm, run-walking. "It's…uh, those guys," I said.
"What guys?"
"Hiya, Sora!"
My stomach sank as my path was suddenly blocked. "Those guys," I muttered.
"How's the little fairy doing today?" one of them asked with a sickeningly sweet voice.
Kairi glared at him. "Back off, Demyx," she growled.
"Oh, feisty." He grinned evilly.
A strong hand landed on my shoulder, making me jump. "We saw you with your little boyfriend yesterday," an all too familiar voice practically purred in my ear. A nauseating shudder ricocheted down my spine.
"Wh-What boyfriend?" I asked, playing dumb.
"The tall one, the guy that looks like a girl," the voice elaborated. "The pansy, like you."
"What, were you spying on them?" Kairi demanded. "You get off on watching two boys kiss, Marluxia?"
Marluxia smirked at her, undeterred. "Is it our fault that they have no shame?"
"Shut up!" Kairi shouted. "Leave us alone."
"Or you'll what?" a third asked. He brushed a purplish lock of hair out of his face, no emotion displayed on his countenance. "Have your fairy hit us with his magic wand?"
So I was no pushover. I'd gotten in a fair amount of fights over the course of my lifetime, and I generally walked away victorious, however bloodied and/or bruised. I could hold my own pretty well. But now, I was outnumbered. I knew what was coming, and I had no way to stop it. And the thought made me want to throw up.
"Hey, Axel, get over here, man!" Demyx called to the redhead leaning against the wall. Axel's green eyes regarded Demyx dully and he shook his head no. Demyx waved his hand dismissively, saying, "You're no fun."
"Can it, Demyx," the only girl of the group demanded. I knew her. She had a frighteningly stormy temper and a sharp tongue, not a force to be reckoned with.
"Screw you, Larxene," Demyx growled.
"Well, Sora," Marluxia's hand hadn't left my shoulder yet, "this is the final straw. We've warned you before to quit your little fag charade, but you didn't listen to us. What a pity." His grip tightened, making me wince. "You know what the Bible says about people like you."
This was what I hated the most about the homophobes in my school. They all thought that the few references to homosexuality in the Bible justified their actions. They would conveniently forget that God was supposed to be all-loving, that He was supposed to care about all of His children equally, no matter who they were or what they did. They would conveniently forget the God made all people, men, women, of every race, every sexuality. And they would conveniently forget that God would never damn one of His children for being attracted to their own gender. No, they would turn to the Bible—a book that had been written thousands of years ago, and a book that has been reinterpreted and translated countless times throughout the centuries—to justify their actions. It was cowardly. "Stop it, Marluxia. I haven't done anything to you! Why are you doing this?" I asked him.
"Because you—queers like you—deserve to burn in Hell. You deserve to suffer for your perversion," he answered, his voice twisted with something foul. And with that, he tore his hand away from my shoulder, only to return it, balled into a fist, with a renewed force to my stomach.
I gasped and doubled over, pain rippling through my abdomen.
"STOP IT!" Kairi screamed. Out of the corner of my vision, I saw Larxene grab her wrists and throw her sideways. Kairi fell sprawled across the concrete, tears in her eyes. Quickly, she scrambled to her feet and took off in the direction of the parking lot.
"Coward," Larxene spat after her.
Then, I was being pulled to my feet. My heart was pounding, my throat tight, and shame burned in my cheeks. I wouldn't let them do this without a fight. I ran at Marluxia and punched him across the jaw, a sickening crack emanating from the collision. He swore under his breath, and before I knew it, someone was kicking the small of my back, knocking the wind from me and causing me to collapse to my knees. I heard Demyx laugh somewhere behind me.
And it just all went downhill from there.
/Riku's POV/
I pulled into the first parking spot I could find (which wasn't very hard, considering the lot was mostly empty) and killed the engine. Stepping out of my car, I brushed a skewed bang out of my eyes and closed the door behind me, locking the car with a definite click. As I turned to go find Sora and Kairi, I realized I didn't have to look far; Kairi was running my way.
"RIKU!" she shouted in a manner that was the polar opposite of her usually chipper tone, immediately making my suspicions rise. Something was wrong. Once she reached me, she didn't waste a minute and grabbed my wrist, tugging me along with her. "It's Sora!" she told me over her shoulder.
That did it. I pulled my wrist free and raced ahead of her. "T-Turn left!" she called to me. And when I did, I swear everything flashed red. Blood-red. Same as the splatters across the white pavement.
I didn't know who these bastards were, but they were dead men. I yanked the only brunet of the group back by his hair. He swore and tried to twist around in my grasp, but I held him fast and threw him against the nearest wall. He growled and pounced on me, knocking me to my back. I wrestled him until our positions were reversed, with me sitting on top, and began attacking his face with my fists. I felt something graze my shoulder and tensed, waiting for the blow of one of the other guys, but it never came. Leaving the brunet to tend to his blood-stained nose, I turned to see the blonde guy on his back with Sora stepping on his chest. Sora grinned shakily at me before delivering another kick to the blonde's side.
I spared a brief smile at Sora before rounding on the girl I was now noticing the presence of and punched her forcefully in the stomach, sending her reeling backwards into the brick wall. I kicked her in her side and then kicked her again for good measure. She seemed to concede and laid still, looking up at me with something akin to fear in her eyes. It wasn't fear exactly; I had a feeling she was too proud to let it show that she was afraid. Turning, I saw the other bastard, some freak with purple-gray hair, staring coolly at me. It didn't look like he was going to attack me, but I still wanted to kick his ass, I was so angry. So I settled for shoving him roughly back into his brown-haired friend, who was still trying to catch his sparse breath.
"Wh-What the hell?" the brunet panted, glaring heatedly at me.
"If you ever," I growled, grabbing both the freak and the brunet by their collars and pushing them up against the wall, "touch him again, I will make you regret it."
The brunet spat in my face, causing me to cringe. "Fucking queer," he sneered.
I dropped the freak and wiped my dirtied cheek with my now-free hand, then bringing it back and launching it strongly into the brunet's gut. He choked, saliva dribbling down his chin, and I dropped him to the floor before kicking him in the first available spot I could find. "Bastard," I snarled at him.
"That's enough."
I turned to see yet another freak, this one with fire engine-red hair and poisonous green eyes, triangular tattoos marking his high cheekbones. His arms were folded as he came towards us, and he was smirking. My hands clenched automatically, preparing to knock this guy into next Sunday, too, if need be.
"Down boy," he said to me easily, an amused laugh underlying his voice. I hated him already. My eyes didn't leave him once as he pulled the brunet to his feet, slinging one of his arms around his shoulder. "Come on, Marly," he murmured. The purple-haired freak straightened his uniform and took the dirty-blonde-haired guy by the arm. The girl followed them as they left, heading towards what I assumed was the parking lot. I didn't really care.
Taking greedy, deep breaths I found Sora sitting on the ground, his head lowered. My heart was pounding as I reached a finger under his chin and lifted his face to mine. I swallowed the gasp that tried to escape my throat as I examined the damage. Sora's nose and lip were smeared with blood, his face pink and stained with tears. There was a shallow gash in the side of his forehead, scarlet rivulets trickling down the side of his beautiful face, which was currently flecked with dirt. My breathing, which I had been trying in vain to slow, sped up again as I fought away the violent twisting in my chest. My eyes traveled down from his face to the rest of his body. His sleeve was torn, and one of the buttons on his jacket was missing, and there was a rip in his jeans, blood lazily seeping through the frayed fabric from the angry scrape on his knee. And judging from the way it seemed to hurt for him to breathe, I guessed he'd have many, many bruises covering his body come tomorrow.
If those bastards were still here, I swear I'd have killed them.
Sora laughed nervously, pulling my gaze back to his, which was shyly trying to avoid mine. "I-I'm so-sorry for…being such a h-hassle…" he murmured.
My eyes widened, and my voice sounded desperate and broken as I cried, "Are you insane!" I instantly bit my tongue guiltily as hurt flashed across his battered countenance. I heaved a heavy, wavering sigh and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me. "You have no reason to apologize," I whispered into the top of his head. His hair smelled like sweat and blood, but underneath there was his usual scent, something soft and sweet, like strawberries or daisies. "What happened?" I asked him. "Why were they…all over you like that?"
He made some sort of choked sound and snuggled close to my chest. "J-Just a…bunch of h-homophobes," he replied.
"Homophobes?"
"Y-Yeah…they, uh, saw us together yesterday and…well…"
My breath caught in my throat, my hold unconsciously tightening around Sora. I felt sick. I swear, my insides had frozen, I was so cold then. What was this feeling? Regret? Guilt? …Heartache? Well, my heart did feel like it was suddenly made of ice; I could practically hear the fractures webbing through it. "I…I'm sorry, Sora…" My voice sounded cracked, as if I was on the verge of tears. Which I think I was. "I'm so sorry… It's all my fault… I should have been more careful. I should have…" I started rambling, murmuring into his crown and not really knowing half of what was leaving my mouth.
I felt a hand on the side of my face, the palm scraped and damp with blood. I opened my eyes (when had I closed them?) and looked down to see Sora smiling sadly up at me. "It's okay, Riku. It's…not your fault… I've always had to deal with people like them."
…Always…?
"But…you shouldn't have to…" I said. "Things shouldn't be like that… Just because—"
"I know. I don't understand it, either. But that's the way the world is, right?"
"But it shouldn't be!" I nearly shouted, as if it was Sora's fault the world was so fucked up. Of course it wasn't, but I couldn't stop my voice from rising the few decibels that it did. My jaw was quivering. "You didn't do anything wrong," I said, my tone gentler, but nonetheless desperate. "You didn't… Why… I just…" I couldn't find the words to finish my sentences. They just hung, fragmentary, in the air, and I had a feeling that Sora was able to fill them in anyway.
"I know," he murmured.
I shook my head. Taking another look at Sora's bloodied face, I leaned down and kissed him softly. I didn't mind the metallic tang that filled my mouth as I slipped my tongue between his lips; it was all Sora, and therefore I savored the taste. Pulling back, I whispered across his lips, "Let's get out of here." He nodded and I helped him to his feet. Kairi came forward then, probably having watched the whole ordeal from a respective distance, and asked Sora if he was okay. He said that he was, but I decided that he wasn't. Nothing was okay.
This world was so fucked up.
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A/N: Gah! It was so hard to write Marluxia and those guys as homophobic bastards, but I did it for the sake of the story! So, now that we've dealt with Riku's angst, what'dya think of Sora's? Again, this chapter was in no way meant to bash Christianity. Review please!