Hey fellow Fanfic-ers! Kurai here. Just wanted to apologize for the long wait; I know you've probably been dying to know what's come out of Bara's insane psychopathic mind this time. :3 And here, I present you, chapter 5! I'm sure you'll find it as amusing as I did when I was editing it, and this chapter is one of the reasons why this story is labeled "M" for mature. It's just a teaser, but it's also a gift to you guys for us being so late. I know it doesn't seem like it, but we do have lives outside of FF! And unfortunately those lives get in the way of the things we actually WANNA do... XD

So now, without further delay, I present to you our update! Thank you for being our loyal fans, and reviews are very much appreciated! ~3

Disclaimer: Bara and I own nothing about Kingdom Hearts. We just like to watch them strip and offer them money via stuffing it down their undies.:3

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Riku's P.O.V.:

What the hell was this kid thinking? And could his damn mother shut up already? It's hard enough for me to have to save this guy from drowning and having to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation, but now I have to deal with his mother gasping and questioning her son after the declaration of: "You just took my first kiss!" I swear things always go downhill after that. Like, how the hell was I supposed to know that it was his first "kiss," and I mean it's not like it was even a kiss! I was saving his god damn life! They should be rejoicing, not yelling! They're making me out to be a monster here, and all I did was press my lips up to his and blow air into his lungs. On the other hand, it was sooo not a kiss, but I did kind of like it. There was a spark with the contact and my lips were still tingling. And boy did his lips taste good. Man, now I'm starting to sounding crazy. I was the one who saved the kid's life for crying out loud, not tackle him to the ground and make him stop breathing in the first place.

After about 30 minutes and a trip to the hospital on his mother's orders, we finally made it back to my house, all of us. It was dead silence both there and back in the car. I finally got tired of the awkward quiet when we got back, breaking and eerie pressure with a simple question.

"So, are we going to eat anytime soon?" My father Xemnas, not Saix (who I call dad), the one who had me with my now dead mother, said only if everyone was up to it. I looked around patiently, watching as everyone was just continuing to look at the kid whose name I'd learned to be Sora while on the trip to the emergency room. I have to admit, having all eyes on him was obviously making him nervous, and it was rather adorable. After a few seconds of fidgeting under the constant gazes of others, he finally spoke up.

"Umm... W-well, after the events of today I could really use some good food right now…" After hearing our star's confession, we all went to the backyard to get some much needed grub. Sora stayed far away from the pool, opting to sit down at one of the tables that were nicely arranged. My father had already packed up all the food from the grill before we had left. All we really had to do was cart it all back out again. It felt a little awkward at first, trying to make everything work out smoothly again. It was silent for the longest time, and not the good kind of silence either. It was long, boring, and unnerving. I needed to say something before I went insane! After getting some food for myself, and also receiving a plate from Sora's mom to give to him, I went over and sat down across from him at the table he was occupying. I put the food in front of him and after looking up at me for a brief second, he averted his eyes again, obviously embarrassed. I couldn't help but smile; no matter how much of a pain he had been so far, this kid was frikkin' cute as hell!

"So, Sora, when are you going to start school? You're about my age, right? 16?" Just hearing me talk first made him flinch a bit, choosing to pick up his burger and prep it for eating.

"O-oh, yeah, I'm 15… But about that… I don't really know when I'm going to start. They just gave me a week to think about it…" He took a small bite of his burger, clearly trying his best to not take a huge bite and land himself back in the E.R. due to choking again. His words confused me though. Why would Principle Jerk-off give the kid a week to think about going to school?

"What do you mean they just gave you a week? What do you need to think about? Didn't you get accepted in?" I felt bad for bombarding him with so many questions at once, but I wanted to know. I apologized and backed off a bit when he tried to hide himself between his slightly hunched up shoulders. I heard feet padding close by and turned in time to watch Sora's mom Kaori sit down next to him at the table. I offered her a friendly smile; might as well try to be nice to the person who was freaking out so much earlier. At hearing our conversation and seeing Sora's avoidance, she piped up to answer.

"Well you see, my child is one bright cookie. He has the option to skip a grade, but Sora being Sora is scared he won't know anyone. It's obvious that he won't right off because he's new here, but he doesn't want to start a new school not knowing ANYONE period…" I nodded, knowing that it was probably hard being the new kid. Though I probably could never completely understand it because I had always lived here and knew everyone attending our school.

"I get it now… Well then, Sora, what are your choices at the moment?" My ears perked, curiosity peaking. Was this kid really as smart as his mom said he was? His face had already turned a nice red color at being made out to be a genius by his mother, and it only got redder when he started talking.

"Well, he said I can either go into 9th grade to be with people my own age and have the work be a piece of cake or I can go into 10th grade and have some trouble with science and math…" After hearing his options, I began to secretly wish he would go into the 10th grade with me. This boy Sora, someone that I hardly even know, has intrigued me. Not that many people in my life have done that before. My body was reacting to his in ways I never knew would happen. Yeah, I've dated a few people in the past, and I have many "stalkers" that want to date me now, but this felt different. Sora actually reminded me of one stalker in particular who could have been his twin: Vanitas. He always follows me around like a lost puppy, but is the jock of all jocks at the school. His eyes reminded me of my father's though, a rather scary bright gold. How that eye color is human and natural I will never know. And I don't dare ask my father because he would probably just say "Why are you wasting my time asking me such trivial things."

Ok, so before I get too deep into my own thoughts here maybe I should comment on what Sora had told me before I spaced out. They probably thought I was being rude and ignoring them.

"Well if it means anything to you, I'm in the 10th grade and if you entered there I could show you around. Help you make some new friends and whatnot." The total transformation was stunning as he looked me dead in the eyes, face lighting up like a kid in a candy store.

"Really? Do you think you could help me and show me around and stuff? This is my first time ever being in school…" This statement struck me as odd. How was this boy smart enough to skip a grade at his age, yet never stepped foot inside a school before? This situation just keeps getting more and more interesting. I smirked a little at this inner intrigue, continuing on as though I wasn't scheming.

"Yeah, I can help you out a lot, with homework too if you ever need it." I pondered a bit to myself, earning a curious look from Sora as his mother watched us in amusement. "I wonder if we could ask for you to be in some of my classes to help you transition better?" It was then that my father, Xemnas, came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder, something foreign to me that made me stiffen slightly.

"That's wonderful of you to do, Riku. Just don't let that get you away from your own studies." One of my eyes twitched slightly in annoyance. 'Of course you would only worry about my studies, father. That's all you have time to worry about when it concerns me,' I thought, a bit bitterly. I brushed his hand off my shoulder and turned to smirk up at him.

"Don't worry, if he's in the same grade and same classes we could be study buddies," I replied coyly, giving a bright grin to Sora, who returned to his nice red shade from earlier as he continued to pick at his food. I could feel my father's gaze on the back of my head.

"All right then. If it's all right with you and Sora's family, then I believe that it sounds like it's settled. Sora's going into the 10th grade." My father decided at that time to offer his best "thanks for doing business with me" smile. Sheesh, why did my father always have to think everything was a business transaction? Working all day and night at his firm must really be getting to him. I'm convinced he's slowly growing robot parts instead of the organs we humans are supposed to have.

We finished up dinner just in time; the sun was starting to set and Sora seemed to be getting cold. I could see his body shivering. I wanted to go over and give him a hug to pass off my own body heat to him, but it seemed as though they all wanted to leave. Everyone said their good-byes and I said mine as well, hoping that I would see him soon and more often. I have some friends, but most of them are just too damn hyper. Like Kairi; she is too enthusiastic and I can only take her in small doses. And she was always saying that I should be gay and read yaoi, whatever that was. I don't know, but she is a great friend. I hope her and Sora will get along. And if not, there was always Leon, even though he can be a bit stuck up and is in love with our English teacher Cloud. As far as I know, they both had a hard time growing up and somehow Leon thinks he can help Cloud. It's really none of my business though, so I won't get too much into it. There's also Terra, Ventus or Ven, Selfie, and Yuffie. Man, I guess I never realized how many true friends I have, and that's not even all of them. It must be my pheromones. At least that's what my other dad Saix tells me sometimes.

Every leftover we had was yet again packed up nice and neatly, going right back into our frig. Probably never to be touched again until we needed to go through and throw things out. My father doesn't like to reheat food, something about microwaves and the impact that the radiation causes. We own one but he refuses to use it. I think it's the fear of the radiation itself; it reminds him too much of how my mother ultimately died. She did die giving birth to me, but before she had me she was fighting off breast cancer. The doctors said that when she got pregnant that she would most likely experience a miscarriage, but my mother beat the odds and had me. She had to give up the chemo while she had me inside of her, alone with the radiation treatments, but according to my father, she said I was worth it. My father's friend Saix took us in after that, but to me he is my other dad. Thus I now have two fathers and one that hates microwaves.

I felt myself slowly shutting down and just wanting to sleep. My eyes were weary and my muscles were sore from having to rescue that cute but ditsy brunette earlier. I groaned at the deep ache in my joints and hoped I would have the energy needed to go to school tomorrow. My body must have been on auto pilot because before I knew it, it had made its way to my bed. I couldn't have cared less if I was in my pjs or not; it didn't matter. The back of my eye lids awaited me, and I slowly drifted off into quite a deep sleep.

My dream seemed so real, not fake or obscure like the one time I had giant spiders chasing me down a endless hallway, or the one where zombies were real and I was the last one alive. I think those dreams were due to watching too many zombie and arachnophobia flicks. This one was different; it took place in real life, almost like I could be there right now. I could feel everything; his hair tangled in my fingers, the sweetness of his lips as they touched mine, the heat radiating off his almost fragile body. A soft moan escaped his lips as I softly bit the side of his neck. The blood flowed just to the right place and I could practically feel his length harden and press up against my thigh. I loved this feeling, my body reacting just the same as his was. My dream decided to flash forward. We were both naked and I was caressing his body, sliding my hand down to his backside to press one of my digits up against his virgin entrance. His face immediately lit up in fear, but after giving him a slow and heartfelt kiss, I pressed in the first finger. His body so warm and the feeling so new that he whimpered at the slight twinge of pain I knew he was experiencing. I didn't give him any false hope in the beginning that it wouldn't hurt, but I still felt bad for causing him any ounce of discomfort. I stretched him out a little more by entering another finger slowly. It was an outstanding sensation, having his muscles tighten around only my fingers, but it was taken away as the dream flashed forward again. This time, my length was fully inside him, pounding deep and hard, slipping in and out in a rhythmic pace as his hands gripping the sheets. His back arched and he seemed to be in complete ecstasy like myself... It was utterly amazing. His face tinted to a light blush as sweat began beading on his forehead. My body was responding in ways it never had before; I could feel everything building up like countless times before, but this time was different… special. There was a tingling sensation throughout my body as my toes curled. I thrust once more and felt as though I was on fire as I came inside of Sora.

"She said 'He so sweet,
I wanna lick the wrapper'

And she, she licked me

Like a lollipop
Like a lollipop

Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps"

"Hnnnn…" I groaned audibly and moved my head against my pillow, turning to glare at my radio alarm. "I don't wanna get up…" I swung my arm over to where my clock was going off and instantly felt a very familiar pressure down below the elastic of my pj pants.

Really now? Great, morning wood, what fuckin' luck! Must have been because of that dream I had just awoken from. God damn it was HOT, but honestly I had never pictured myself fully liking another guy. I mean, I grew up to accept anyone, but why a guy? I've never had a dream as vivid as that about anyone before. It was so erotic; I couldn't imagine ever doing that, or that another human being could make noises like my dream-Sora did.

I don't know what I'm going to do when I have to see Sora in class today. Oh jeez, what if I get hard in front of him? Speaking of being hard, I really needed to take care of the problem I was currently having before school started and I was late.

Sora's morning:

I don't know what was going on, but I had a funny feeling someone is thinking about me as I sneezed for like the 10th time this morning. It had been happening ever since I'd woken up, and now I was just getting out of the shower to get ready for school. Suddenly my mom's voice came floating up to my room.

"Sora, are you up and ready for school yet?" The woman seriously thinks I still needed my diapers changed periodically. I snickered at the thought, calling back down to her.

"Yeah mom, I'm ready! I'll be down in a little bit!" In all actuality, I was far from being ready. I had yet to pick out my clothes for school. I think I'd go with something simple, probably a long-sleeved black top with stained dark jeans. The jeans were a little worn out because I've had them for years. My outfit was simple and sleek; I don't own much, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to be somewhat fashionable on my first day.

I grabbed my only book bag-ish possession I had: a messenger bag that I used to collect sea shells in back when we lived in the tent. It was an awesome looking bag and didn't match my outfit much, but I loved my military-looking messenger bag!

Making my way downstairs, my mom gave me the biggest hug she had in a long while and slipped me $10 for lunch.

"Hun, I'm so proud of you. Now remember, go to the office first. I already called them up earlier and they have your class schedule ready. I think they put you in most of the same classes as Riku." I looked up at her curiously as I slipped the money into one of my bag's pouches.

"Oh, when did you make the call? You already told them my decision right?" She just gave me a 'do-you-really-think-I'm-that-incapable' look as she smirked and placed her fists on her hips.

"Oh Sora, moms can do anything! Mwahahahahahah!" Ok, slowly backing away now. Demyx must have added chocolate to her breakfast pancakes. She always got like this when we made chocolate chip pancakes, which is odd, I know. Though it's not as bad as me and apple juice. That stuff is like my version of beer, not the taste, but the effects it has on me.

Both my mom and Demyx wished me luck as I snagged a granola bar for breakfast before heading out to walk to school. I kept in my mind the hope that I would make some new friends.

To be continued…