A/N: Everything's ready to be kicked into action now :D
It was hard to find inspiration for Riku's latest dream-I had an idea at some point, but I lost it. Lots of work went into writing his latest nighttime adventure, but I hope you like it.
My school books arrived, so I had to read those. It's been over a month since I got to write this O.O School's picked back up for me. I've gotten AP Psychology purely by accident-ironic considering I'd already planned that class to be a contributing factor to this story's plot.
Riku's entertaining when he's being illogical.
Enjoy.

Icy air flowed slowly but sharply across the snow filled plain. A youthful voice leap into the air and froze as the wind pushed it towards the stiff silver. He turned, facing the wind and the chestnut as the voice came closer. A greeting forced its way through the wind in attempt to meet its addressee. Snow swirled around, blending and separating from the mixing voices. They froze as they combined and turned into another kind of snow.

Riku groaned as he woke up from yet another confusing dream. He'd hoped these dreams would have clues as to what they meant, but it seemed is subconscious was determined to tease him. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up groggily and stifled a yawn, reaching for his cell phone. It was about time for him to get ready for school anyway.
As if the weird dreams weren't enough, Saturday's events had left him bruised and battered. The hot water of his shower managed to soothe some of his soreness, but he still felt closer to the miserable edge of the mood spectrum as he departed home with his usual breakfast of a single granola bar in tow.

"Hi Riku!" Sora greeted him, as much of a morning person as ever. Riku grunted in response, his mood having been, if anything, further advanced down the path of apathy during his daily wait. "So, did you get your homework done?" Sora asked as the three began walking their path to the school.
"Not really," Riku muttered, rubbing his sore shoulder. "I was too exhausted. Damn Coach Sephiroth is a fucking slave driver," he hissed.
"It can't be that bad," Sora insisted.
"He favors that Cloud kid and makes the rest of us work our asses off. I swear he just hates me because I'm the only one with silver hair," Riku scowled.
"But, doesn't he have silver hair?" Sora asked, his face screwing up in confusion.
"My point exactly. He probably thinks it makes him less unique or some shit."
"I dunno," Sora said slowly, doubt clouding his eyes. Riku let out an irritated "tch" before the brunet moved on. "You should have been with us-well, I know you couldn't 'cause of try-outs, and all, but-hey, it that a bruise?" Sora stopped, pointing at a mark just visible at the edge of Riku's shirt sleeve. Riku looked to see what he meant before nodding and lifting the obscuring fabric to reveal the ugly purple shape.
"Cloud can't aim a pass to save his fucking life," Riku growled in explanation.
"He sure can throw hard, though," Sora mused as Riku covered the mark back up.
"Anyway, you were saying?" Riku sighed, deciding it'd be best to move away from the topic.
"Hmm? Oh, right, you missed out. We really had fun, and I think I convinced Aerith to let me have everyone over every Saturday to watch a movie! You should come next weekend, if you can, that is. I hope you make the team, by the way," he added, his words flowing out at a ridiculous speed. Riku nodded a grumpy thanks and turned his attention to the ocean, his dream heavy on his mind.
"You too, Kairi!" Sora turned to their female friend. She hadn't spoken all morning.
"O-ok, Sora," Kairi said meekly.
"You sure you're alright? I mean, I know I ask all the time, but, are you really sure?" Sora looked at her with concern. He was always asking her that anytime her mood changed. Riku had just learned to give Kairi space, but Sora was too concerned about his friends' well being to be subtle. Kairi avoided his eyes as she replied.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, I dunno, you seem kinda…jumpy, or something," Sora said, scratching his head. Kairi bit her lip nervously.
"I guess I didn't really get enough sleep at the slumber party this weekend," she shrugged, still avoiding his eyes.
"Oh, you gonna make it through the day?"
"I-I think I can…"
"Heh, I just realized how ironic that is," Sora chuckled.
"What is?" Kairi met his eyes for once, confused. Riku glanced over curiously, successfully distracted from his recent dreams. The school was now in sight.
"You didn't get much sleep at a slumber party," Sora grinned. Kairi giggled at that. She could always count on Sora to lift her mood. They all could.
"Sora," a soft voice interrupted them. The three turned to see Namine walking towards them.
"Hey Namine, what's up?" Sora greeted.
"Can you help me with something?" she asked shyly. Sora grinned.
"Sure! I'll see you two later, then," he added to his other friends. Riku nodded and Kairi waved goodbye to the pair before the hurried into the school.
"I better go," Kairi said after a moment. Riku nodded and she walked off to her class.

Kairi silently thanked Riku for leaving her be. She knew he wasn't as easily consoled by such obvious lies. It pained her to lie to Sora about anything, but Selphie's dare was weighing heavily on her. She knew she'd have to go through with it eventually, Selphie wasn't one to let go of a good dare.

Olette looked at the teen across the room from her, making sure he wasn't looking, before she slipped her bag of cookies into another person's book bag and dashed off.

Kairi spent about twenty minutes in her first period class before the first bell even rang. She sat, worrying about the dare the entire time, and jumped at the ringing sound. Slowly students began to file into the classroom, excited chatter and friendly greetings bouncing off of every surface. Their teacher's mysterious absence left them with a substitute who had no idea what she was doing. They hadn't gotten any real work done yet, which meant everyone just sat around talking and Kairi would have plenty of time to worry herself into a panic. Namine sat down beside her and started at her habit of drawing quietly through the class.
Kairi began planning scenarios out in her head. She told Sora she was gay one morning while they were walking together on their way to the usual meeting place. Sora smiled at her and said he didn't care. They met up with Riku, and Sora told him Kairi had something to say, looking at her encouragingly. That plan definitely didn't work. She tried a new one; She texted Sora a message saying she was gay, followed by another that said jk. Sora asked her why she was making a joke like that, then guessed that maybe she chickened out and lied so he wouldn't believe her. He said it was fine and he and Riku both accepted her, because Riku was with him and had seen the messages too. That plan was clearly a bad one too. She thought up another-
"Here," Namine interrupted her thoughts, passing her a piece of paper from her sketch pad. Kairi looked down to see a beautiful drawing of a red butterfly nestled in delicate palms. She couldn't help but smile at how pretty it was-Namine had clearly put a lot of hard work into the colors to give it the right look.
"Thank you," Kairi smiled at her blonde friend, appreciated the random act more than the blonde could know.
"You're welcome," Namine smiled. Maybe she did know, Kairi mused. The blonde packed up her pencils before unzipping her book bag to put away the sketch pad.
"Oh no," she gasped softly.
"What's the matter?" Kairi asked, turning to peer into the bag. Everything looked ok to her.
"The cookies are gone," Namine lamented.
"What cookies?" Kairi asked curiously.
"I went to the Home Ec room this morning to make some for Roxas, since Larxene would kill me for making anything unhealthy and Roxas needs some cheering up. I thought I put them in my bag, but I must've mixed it up with someone else's."
"So what will happen when they find the cookies?" Kairi wondered.
"Well, I pinned a card to the bag, so maybe they'll realize it was a mistake," Namine said hopefully.
"Well, all we have to do is find someone with the same bag as you," Kairi shrugged.
"There were at least three others like it in there," Namine conceded. Kairi raised her eyebrows. This should be interesting.

"Aw man!" Sora moaned, digging through his bag.
"What'd you do now?" Hayner raised an eyebrow, looking up at the brunet from his pillow. Never mind that most students called it a desk.
"I must have left my lunch money in the Home Ec room," Sora sighed, sitting down in defeat.
"You were in the Home Ec room?" Hayner sat up straight. Sora was almost to upset to notice the weird look in Hayner's eye. Almost.
"Yeah, I was helping Namine," Sora answered offhandedly. That wasn't the important thing here. Why was Hayner acting like it was a crime to step foot in there anyway? Namine was too shy to ask a teacher where the room was, so they looked together.
"Sneak off," a voice suggested behind him. Sora turned to see Demyx was listening to their conversation. "We'll cover you. It's not like Mr. Whateverhisnameis cares, anyway," he added, nodding to the sleeping teacher. Sora's face slowly broke out in a grin.
"Yeah, thanks," he nodded before getting up and carefully slipping off undetected.
Demyx waved goodbye, his arm bumping into Sora's still unzipped book bag. The crash of heavy textbooks and binders hitting the floor hardly made a dent in the roar of chatting students with nothing better to do. Some one was writing on the board. Someone else was writing on the teacher.
"I'll help you," Hayner sighed, getting up and walking to the nearest binder. Demyx gave him a few grateful words as a little baggie of cookies was accidentally kicked under a desk,

"What's this?" Hayner wondered aloud as he unzipped his bag in second period. A few hand made cookies sat in a clear plastic bag with a neatly folded little piece of paper attached to it. Roxas was written on it in what looked like a girl's handwriting.
She must have mixed my bag with his, Hayner guessed. The bell interrupted his thoughts. I'll just slip it into his locker then.

Olette made her way to her third period class, rounding her final corner to see Hayner slipping a baggie of cookies into a locker. She gasped silently and backed away, tears streaming down her face. I should have known… She turned and ran off, towards the parking lots, firing off a quick texted plea to be pick up and taken home to her mom. All this time…I should have known he was gay…