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Riku sat on the edge of his bed, his face in his hands. Sora was fast asleep, the covers a pulled to his chin. He had been rolling around on his sides and back restlessly.

Riku couldn't seem to get over his annoyance and confusion at Sora's actions. Did he forget the scars on his back just because he could no longer feel them?

And now, he was suddenly the bad guy…all because he had been the first one to strike. What, did Sora want his dad to be the one who threw the first punch and hurt one of them? Maybe he just didn't want Riku to be the one to blame.

No matter what though, Riku could not bring himself to believe that the man had really changed. In fact, had he not been consumed in his own thoughts and mistakes right now, he would have been in the right mind to go straight back up to Sora's house and see if the man had started drinking out of self-pity again.

He sighed, letting his hands fall into his lap. Sometimes Sora was too kindhearted for his own good. He so believed everything his dad told him, almost without a doubt. Sometimes he wished Sora didn't trust people so easily, that he wasn't always so genuine, but then, that wouldn't be Sora.

He knew he would have to apologize, and not only to Sora if he was going to make this work. He heard Sora whimper and he quickly turned. The boy was still asleep.

It was getting late, and Riku needed sleep to sort out his mind and emotions, reality and fantasy.

He took off his shirt and fingered the small cut under his lip. He wasn't quite sure how it had even happened.

Sora whimpered again and Riku dodged one of his flailing arms as he climbed under the covers.

He pulled Sora's arms to his side to keep him from turning again and he drew him into a close, strong embrace. He found Sora still shaking. He rubbed his tense muscles until the boy started to relax. "We both need a goodnight's sleep after this," he muttered, kissing Sora's puffy eyelids. "Sleep well."

Riku rolled over in bed, groaning. He reached for Sora but found only crumpled sheets. Confused, he cracked an eye open. "Sora?"

There was no reply. He sat up suddenly, startled. Sora wasn't in his room. "Sora?"

He jumped out of bed, his heart jumping frantically. Where was he? He searched under his bed, in his bathroom, and around his room desperately to no avail. "Sora?"

More anxiety. He jumped down the steps like a hurdler and peered into the living room. Still no Sora. Did he go back home? Did he take off again, too afraid to face his problems? "Sora!"

"What?"

Riku peaked into the kitchen and saw a familiar colossal of spiky brown hair. Sora was hunched over a small bowl of cereal. Riku let out a huge sigh of relief. "Warn me next time before you-"

"Before I what? Go downstairs to get some breakfast?" He retorted. Riku flinched at his words. Sora was obviously still very angry about last night.

"Umm…yeah," he answered, slightly putout. This was going to be a rough morning, not something that Riku was looking forward too after such an exhausting turn of events before.

He sighed, running a hand through his silvery locks. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked attempting small talk. He braced himself for another sharp retort.

Sora shook his head, staring into his half-eaten cheerios. Frustrated with the lack of conversation, Riku fished a handful of cheerios out of the box.

"How do you feel?"

"Miserable," he muttered, playing with his spoon.

"Sora, won't you look at me?"

Sora looked up from his bowl. His eyes were still red and Riku knew, as asleep as he might have seemed, he did not sleep well.

"There, I'm looking at you," he mumbled. His eyes were slightly foggy.

"Sora," Riku groaned, "I know you're mad at me. And I'm sorry, not for what I did, but for hurting you because I did it."

Sora sniffed softly. Riku ruffled his hair gently.

"I can't stand to see you get hurt again, Sora-"

"The only one who's hurt me since my dad apologized is you!" Riku recoiled his hand, looking baffled. His eyebrows furrowed with anger.

"What the hell is your problem?" He snapped. Sora's eyes widened.

"Did he brainwash you or something? Do you forget the cuts on your back? Or how about your ribs? Last time I checked, he was the one who caused those, not me!" Angrily, he swiped the cereal box with his hand, cereal scattering around the kitchen. Sora flinched.

"I don't know what else you want me to do Sora! I've protected you the best I could, I took care of you when your back was hurt, I saved you from your dad's wrath! What more do you want from me?"

Tears began swimming in Sora's eyes.

"I don't care what you say, Sora," he said firmly. "He's not going to change. This is just some scheme to get you to trust him again, and I'm not buying it. You're too naïve sometimes!" He said in exasperation.

During his entire rampage, Sora had not uttered a single word.

"Sora, can't you say something?" Riku's eyes softened. "I'm trying to understand, I really am! But I just don't get it."

Tears cascaded down Sora's face.

"What do you want me to do?" Riku asked softly.

Sora bit his lip. He rubbed his eyes. "I…I don't know," he said, his voice cracking.

Riku pressed his fingers into his temples, breathing deeply, trying to control his anger.

"Well, you need to figure out, and soon. Because I can't take this anymore!" Without another word, Riku stormed out of the kitchen and back upstairs to his room. He slammed the door behind him.

Sora couldn't move. Every word Riku had said was sinking in. He was at a loss of what to do. His dad hated Riku and Riku couldn't stand his dad. He was stuck between two fighting sides, neither of which were giving in.

He loved Riku. There was no other explanation for the way he felt when he was with him. But then there was his dad. He had gone from taking care of his son as a boy, then became relatively nonexistent, then to hurting him physically and emotionally to trying to take back what he had done. Sora didn't know what he wanted, or why he had this insane drive constantly pulled at his heart.

Sora mindlessly counted the individual cheerios across the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, he left the kitchen to sort out his first problem.

[So that was it. I hope you guys liked it so far. It took me a little longer to write this, although it's not as long, because I wanted to make sure this was where the story should head. Please let me know what you guys think about it. Thanks! Review!]