Chapter 8
Sunlight slowly crept its way over the horizon and in through Sora's window. The alarm clock went off: a loud repetitive single note. After two minutes, Sora finally arose and walked over to the clock. His hand slammed down on the snooze button.
Sora yawned, stretching his arms and legs, attempting to rid himself of the last stages of sleep. He turned his attention to the television, on which was Shuffle! Sora chuckled to himself as Asa was washed off her raft by a wave and her top was removed.
Sora walked over to the bathroom and flicked on the light. He wiped the remnants of sleep from his eyes. "Riku! Wake up!" Sora called as he splashed sink water onto his face. He grabbed the towel and patted himself. "Riku! I said wake up!"
Sora left the bathroom and saw that Riku wasn't in the room. Quickly, Sora put on his clothes, the same ones he wore everyday, and lumbered down the stairs.
His mother was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. "Good morning, Sora."
"Hey, mom. Where's Riku?" Sora asked as he put on his shoes.
"He went to the island. And without breakfast! He just left without waiting to eat. I know you'll stay and eat, though." The front door slammed closed. Sora's mother watched through the window as Sora ran down to the beach to grab a boat. "I swear, one of these days, I'm going to let him starve."
Sora pushed the boat into the ocean and hopped in. He began to row at a steady pace. A memory flashed across his mind of when he raced against time in the middle of a storm to find Riku. Of his first encounter with the heartless. Of his finding of the Keyblade. But most importantly, of the beginning of his story. A faint smile crossed his face. He remembered it all so well. Maybe too well.
Ten minutes had passed had passed when Sora touched down on the island. He looked around, but saw no other boats nearby. What he did see was a path of wet marks leading away from the beach. Sora decided to follow the prints and found remnants of sand on the stone path. These patches of sand led up to the little tree house on the island. Soon, Sora was at the ladder, beginning his ascent into the room at the top.
Riku was sitting against the wall, staring, expressionless, at the opposite wall. He seemed unphased by his new company.
"There you are!" Sora exclaimed. "Why'd you come here without me? And you swam, too! Are you insane?"
Riku sat motionless, not saying anything to Sora. Sora made his way over to Riku and sat down beside him. He slung his arm over Riku's shoulders, burying his head into Riku's chest. Riku merely slid himself out from underneath Sora, continuing to remain silent.
"What's wrong now, Riku?" Sora asked, the hurt apparent in his voice. "Is this about my mom wanting me to marry Kairi?" Riku nodded. "Well, that isn't going to happen. I love you. No one else. I don't give a damn about who my mother wants me to be with. Fuck her! She can't control me forever." Sora embraced Riku. "She won't separate us. I love you, so much."
"I love you, too, Sora," Riku said, finally breaking out of his trance. Riku's clothes, still wet, were beginning to make him shiver. Sora noticed and began to pull off Riku's shirt. Soon, both of them were naked and Riku was once again inside Sora.
Sora turned his head and kissed his lover. In between moans, Sora told Riku, "I'll tell my mom about us in the next chapter."
Riku smiled and kissed Sora. "I'm glad," Riku said. They stayed with each other for hours, never once losing contact with each other.