A/N: Hey there friends. I just wanted to make a comment to someone who gave me an unsigned review that I couldn't reply to. Seraph, you have every right to not review because you think asking for reviews is wrong, as I have the right to ask for a certain amount of reviews before updating. As a writer, I don't like it when fifty people read but only three people review. It just seems, to me, that it's common courtesy to review after you read because it only takes an extra minute or so. I don' know where you're from, but here in the US we have the right say what we will. I'm not mad at you for chewing me out in a review, what I'm angry about is the fact that you sent it to me unsigned so I couldn't form a rebuttal explaining my views. I find that cowardly. I don't know if you're reading this or if you ever will, but I've had my say and I'm ready to lay this to rest. I will continue to ask for reviews before updating.

Disclaimer: El videojuego de Kingdom Hearts 2 no es mio.

Chapter 3

"Sora? So, are you all right?"

Sora opened his eyes, vaguely aware that he was completely soaked. This was forgotten completely, though, when he saw the turquoise eyes above him.

"Riku?" he gasped, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes, not quite believing what he saw.

"You know, So, when I said you should join me, I meant after you changed out of your pajamas…and while you were conscious, at that," he said dryly.

"No!" Sora said loudly, suddenly gathering his bearings.

"No?" Riku questioned.

"NO!" Sora exclaimed. "You're not here!"

"I'm…not?" He looked so confused. He reached to touch Sora's arm, but the brunet jerked away.

"Don't touch me!"

Riku looked hurt. "Sora…I don't understand. What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't be here! I'm…hallucinating or something! Why are you here?" the hysterical brunet demanded.

"Uh…So…I live here. Shit, did you hit your head when you fainted? Should I call the doctor…?"

"No! That's just it! You don't live here! Because you're dead!" Riku's eyes widened and his hand came to rest on Sora's forehead.

"You died!" Sora was close to tears now. "I saw it! I held you in my arms and you died! July 15, 2007! That's when you died." Riku shook his head.

"You mean…I died five days from now?" This question hit Sora like a sucker punch to the gut.

"F-five days from now?" he stuttered. Riku nodded, stroking his wet bangs away from his face.

"It's…2007?" Sora asked breathlessly. Again, he nodded.

"It was just a dream, So. A bad dream." His voice was soft and consoling.

Reality hit Sora like a ton of bricks. He knew it wasn't a dream. He could never have dreamed something so realistic up. Still, whatever the hell was going on, Riku was here with him. Riku was alive and touching him…and he was having hysterics. He was wasting precious time!

Sora launched himself off the couch, latching his arms around Riku's neck and hugging him close. Riku's arms wrapped around him, strong and comforting and wonderful and so much better then he remembered. He buried his face in Riku's neck, in the wet silver hair, inhaling his wonderful scent. The scent of the sea and peppermint, mixed to make a tantalizing smell that was totally and completely Riku. Riku's hand was rubbing consoling circles on his back, releasing all the tension he'd had since he'd first seen who was in the pool.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I'm sorry for scaring you like that."

"It's okay, So, really. As long as you're all right, everything is okay."

Sora leaned back, bringing his hands up to rest on either side of his lover's face. He smoothed the bangs out of his eyes, getting the full blast of that mesmerizing turquoise.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, leaning forward and kissing those lips that he'd ached for so long. They were soft, warm, and sweet, moving in time with his own creating the gentlest of pressures, and god was it wonderful. He never thought he'd get to do this again and now that he could, he planned to take full advantage of it.

"I love you," he murmured between kisses. "More then anything in the world."

"I love you, too," Riku answered. "That's why I married you, you know." Sora gave a small laugh before becoming serious again. He'd never said everything he'd wanted to. This was his chance. Not many people got a second chance like this and he was determined not to miss the opportunity.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he whispered. "I don't even want to think of where I'd be now if I hadn't met you." Riku pulled away, eyes serious.

"You know the feeling's mutual, babe," he murmured. Sora nodded in earnest, wanting to lean in and capture his husband's lips again, but knowing it was a bad idea. Riku had officially entered serious mode.

Riku's eyes swept over him, a quick study, before he let out a small sigh.

"That dream really shook you up, didn't it?" he questioned. Sora looked away and nodded. Riku grabbed his chin and turned his face so they were staring into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Sora. I'm not gonna die on you, okay? Not for a long while. I promise." Sora shook his head, looking away again.

"Don't do that, Ri," he said quietly. "Don't make me a promise you can't keep." He looked slightly guilty and Sora felt bad. Riku was trying to be understanding and Sora was throwing it in his face.

"I'm sorry…I'm just…my emotions are all over the place right now. That…dream was so real, so vivid. I feel like I just lived an entire year with you dead. It was terrible."

Riku nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe you should just go back to sleep, So. Your night couldn't have been to restful."

At the mere suggestion, Sora began shaking his head, gripping Riku's arm tightly.

"No, no. I don't want to go to sleep!" he insisted.

Riku frowned, his eyes sweeping over Sora's face. "Why?"

Sora looked away, feeling a bit ridiculous, but also knowing his fears were quite rational.

"What if I wake up and I find out that this is a dream?" he asked. "What if the dream I just had is reality and this is just a dream? A really, really, good wonderful dream?" Riku smirked. "You offend me, So. I'm way too amazing for a simple dream to replicate. There's no way this isn't happening. Your imagination just isn't fantastic enough to recreate a version anywhere near perfect enough to be me." Sora snorted. God, he missed the sarcastic arrogance that Riku wore like a cloak.

"I love you," Sora said again. He just couldn't seem to say it enough. Riku smiled and kissed him softly, a kiss that showed his love.

"Come on, So. Let's get you up to bed."

Sora allowed himself to be led up the stairs and he even dutifully changed into dry clothes. He laid on the bed without complaint, but when Riku tried to leave the room he almost threw a fit. He reached out and snatched his arm out of the air, stubbornly refusing to let go. Riku's eyebrows rose as he turned to look at his stubborn spouse.

"Sora?"

"Stay with me," he said quietly. "At least until I fall asleep." He felt a bit childish asking, but at the moment, he really didn't care. For all he knew, he would wake up and Riku would be dead again. If that was the case, he was going to hold that boy until he couldn't anymore.

"So, I'm all wet…"

"That's okay!" Sora said quickly. Sora had always been reprimanding him about getting the bedding wet after he'd been swimming. He'd always complained about having to put the comforter through the dryer afterwards because it was so thick it took hours to air dry. It all seemed so trivial now.

"It's just bedding," he explained to Riku's surprised look. "I can throw it in the dryer later. It's no big deal."

"Sora…"

"Please, Riku? Right now I just need you to hold me." A small smile graced Riku's features before he climbed into bed beside the brunet. Sora smiled as he felt Riku's arms wrap around him, pulling him close. He felt so at home there, like he had been made specifically for that particular space. After a few minutes, when Sora could feel sleep settling over him, he spoke, voice barely coming out higher then a whisper.

"Riku? Would you sing to me?"

He laughed and Sora could feel it vibrating against his own chest, vibrating in tune with the beating of his heart.

"Sure, So."

The brunet was content to drift to sleep in his lover's arms, the very same beautiful voice singing in his ear, for the first time in almost a year. Here was to hoping that it wouldn't be the last.

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A/N: meh. I seem to be having trouble making these chapters come out good lengths. Hopefully that will fix itself in time. It might seem like Sora is being incredibly clingy, but think about it. The one person you love more then anything in the world is with you and you know you might never, ever have the chance to see, speak to, or touch this person ever again. How would you react? 10 reviews before the next update, if you please.