Disclaimer: I, Sora's Sacrifice, do not own Kingdom Hearts (none of em'!) or any of the characters or creatures in it. This is just a fanfic! That is all.

A/N: Ok, I'm starting this chapter out a little differently. It starts out with Riku, getting ready for school, and then switches to Sora getting ready for school. Just thought I'd tell you so you don't get confused. Enjoy! And please...review, review, review!

P.S. Thank you all for all of your reviews on the last 3 chapters! I wuv you all! -hugs everyone reading this-

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Broken

Chapter 4: Getting Ready For School

Light leaked through the blinds and into Riku's room. He moaned and rolled over, stuffing his face into his pillow. He didn't want to wake up. He didn't want to go to school. He didn't want to see Sora. He just wanted to sleep. His alarm went off moments later, annoying the silver-haired teen even more. He reached out his hand and searched for the beeping alarm clock, eager to shut it up. He finally found it and smashed it with his hand continuously, waiting for it to stop beeping. After hitting it about 8 times, it finally shut off.

Riku moaned again and turned over so that he was laying on his back. He opened his eyes slowly and stared up at the white ceiling. The light kinda bothered his eyes at first, but he got used to it. Sighing, he sat up and scratched his head, his long silver locks moving at his touch.

Riku stood up lazily, yawning and stretching, almost falling over while doing so. He walked over to his bathroom (yes, Riku has a bathroom in his room) and looked in the mirror, frowning at what he saw. His reflection stared back at him; messy, silver hair, droopy eyes, a lazy and tired expression on his face, black pajama pants and a bare chest. Riku rubbed his eyes to get his vision more focused. He looked at himself again and still frowned. Sighing again, he closed his bathroom door and took a shower. When Riku was done taking a shower (also having washed his hair), he got dressed in his usual outfit, and then headed back into the bathroom, still drying his hair.

Riku continued to frown and looked down at his sink, his gaze then drifting over to a black comb that sat on the marble counter. A lot of things in Riku's room were black, some being different shades of blue, mostly darker blues. Riku reached for the comb and picked it up, lifting it to his hair and combing through it with ease. Riku's thoughts started to wander as he brushed his hair (that he loved a little too much). He started thinking about Sora and what had happened the other day.

What was all that about? Riku wondered, furrowing his brows in confusion. Sora's words kept running through his head, over and over again. His pretty face covered in tears. His beautiful cerulean eyes filled with sadness. Riku stopped combing his hair and looked down at the sink thoughtfully. I wonder what happened...did I do something to upset him? Does he hate me? No, he can't hate me, I'm Riku. No one hates me. Riku was the most popular kid in school, after all, of course he was going to think like that. Riku had his pride, that's one thing that would never betray him and say he couldn't talk to Sora or be his friend anymore. Riku sighed deeply, for the third time that morning, and finished combing his hair.

He threw the towel that lay on his shoulders on the ground, leaning on the marble counter and resting his head on his palms. He closed his eyes, wishing desperately that it wasn't a school day. He wondered if Sora was okay. After he told him...well, what he told him, he ran out of the school and was gone for the rest of the day. Riku reopened his eyes and lifted his head.

He walked back into his room and looked around for his school books (not that he had any other kinds of books). He picked up the scattered books and notebooks, pens and pencils, erasers, his ipod, and some other things and put them into his black school bag. It had a strange design on it with lots of scribbles and swirls, and there was some kinda of cross shape mixed in with it all, and a skull. The imprint was in red and white, the mixed colors going perfect with the black backround.

He picked up his bag and slung the black strap over his shoulder, exiting his room and closing the door behind him. When he got downstairs his sister, Fuu (jin), was already eating. He looked around, confused as to where his other siblings were. Riku had a rather large family, it consisted of Xemnas (his father), Xehanort (his uncle), Sephiroth (his oldest brother), Saïx (his second oldest brother), Zexion (who was actually younger than Riku), and Fuu (his sister, who was in fact the same age as Riku). Xemnas was a stern father, and he didn't like spending time with his children. Xehanort was a doctor, and wasn't very friendly, either. Sephiroth was a very mysterious older brother, he was only ever seen by his mother, his father, and Riku had caught a glimpse of him once. Saïx (Riku shuddered at his name) was rather...interesting. Riku was always careful about him, especially when he brought female friends over. Zexion, a rather emo-ish, short fellow, was always reading He had some strange obsession with books that Riku really didn't understand (since he only ever read books if he absolutely had to (not including magazines)). Fuu barely ever said anything. She was always hanging out with Seifer and Rai (jin), and whenever she did speak the most she ever said was two words. Yup, so as you can see, Riku had a rather odd family. Riku wasn't sure why his family acted so weird. He thought it might be because when he was about six years old his mother packed her bags and left. None of them had seen her since. Riku wasn't sure why she left, he was very young then, and he could't remember what was going on at that time in his life, and no one who did remember would tell him. So, Riku continued to wonder.

There were some pop-tarts in the toaster, probably Fuu's, and when they popped up Riku got them out and immediately bit into both. "Hot!" he exclaimed, trying to hurry and swallow the pop-tarts that were currently burning the inside of his mouth.

"Hey!" Fuu said, slapping Riku's arm. Riku stared at her for a moment, and then blinked. He shrugged and made his way to the refridgerator, earning a glare from Fuu, who was now putting more pop-tarts into the toaster. By this time Riku had finished eating the stolen pop-tarts and pulled a carton orange juice out of the fridge, pouring a full glass and gulping it down, putting the empty glass in the sink and rinsing it out, not bothering to put it in the dishwasher.

He walked to one of the chairs at the table and grabbed his school bag (he had left it on the chair when he came into the kitchen), slinging it over his shoulder. "See ya," Riku said, waving and exiting the house, feeling Fuu's death glare on his back as he left.

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Sora's body ached with pain. The day before, after he had talked to Riku, he ran out of school and didn't go back. Instead, he stayed in a little 'secret cave' all day, crying, hating life. Hating everything about life. Except for Riku.

Anyway, since he had skipped basically the whole day of school, the school called his father and when they told him, well, you can guess that his father was pretty angry. So, let's just say Sora got it pretty bad the other night when he finally came home.

Sora couldn't fall asleep that night, so he was very tired. He slowly and carefully moved his sore body out of his bed, standing up slowly, and slowly making his way out of his room and into the bathroom down the hall, bringing a fresh pair of clothes with him. Once he was finished in the bathroom (showered, dressed, hair brushed), he went back to his room and threw his pj's into one of his dresser drawers.

He then got his school backpack (already filled with his school supplies) and headed to the kitchen, thankful his father had work. He ate breakfast silently, a simple meal of butter and toast and some milk. As he ate, he thought about how miserable he was going to be from now on. How terribly horrible life was going to be without Riku. He couldn't believe his father made him do what he did. I mean, he could, but he hated him for it (as do we all.). He also cursed himself for being so stupid and letting Riku come over to his house, and telling his father that he went with Riku to the beach. If he hadn't let those things happen, he wouldn't be in this mess right now. Part of Sora hated himself for that, and he couldn't help but feel...just horrible. Guilty, sad, mad, stupid, idiotic, terrible, there were so many words to describe how he felt.

Once Sora was done with his small, simple breakfast, he rinsed off the dishes he had used, and any others that his father had left in the sink (which weren't very many), and put them in the dishwasher. He sighed and looked at the house. There was furniture flipped over and laying on the ground in all kinds of weird ways, there was shattered glass on the floor, along with blood, and there was quite a bit of trash scattered around the living room. Sora looked at the clock and decided he had time to clean before he had to leave for school (it didn't take Sora very long to get ready), and so he did. He managed to clean up most of it before he had to leave, there were still some blodd stains here and there and some of the furniture was torn, and there were some small pieces of glass that Sora was not able to find, but other than that he had done a pretty good job in such a short time.

And so, Sora limped all the way to school, wondering why he had to have such a poor, miserable, unhappy life. Why, out of all the people in world, it had to be him.

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A/N: Ok, this was totally a filler. Sorry! But I can't rush the story! I mean, this is only the fourth chapter! But don't worry, the next chapter will be up soon and a lot more stuff will happen! And not pointless stuff, either. Of course, there were some important facts in this chapter...I hope you can find them. I also realize that this chapter was kinda short, and that Riku's part was much longer then Sora's, and I'm sorry. Well, I hope you liked it anyway! Please review and stick around for the rest of the story!