Guys. Guys. Guys. No really. Guys. Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance is going to be out before we know it. It's already out in Japan. I can't even -

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Maybe if I was in Japan, but I'm not, so...

"Zexion, would you get the door?"

He sighed, placing his book face-down to save his page. He passed the kitchen where his sister was sitting on the table, eating a bowl of cereal. "Aqua, why?" He rolled his eyes at her choice of a seat.

"You know I get tired of sitting in a chair for too long!"

Zexion, smiling from his little sister's antics, opened the door... and the smile faded. "Hello, Roxas." The blond smiled brightly, silently asking to come in. Zexion stepped outside, closing the door behind him. He lowered himself to sit on the stairs and the blond followed, smile dim from the clear rejection.

"How are you, Zex?"

"I'm fine," he replied, refusing to look at the boy beside him. "What did you need?"

Roxas frowned at his friend. "Is advice too far out of the equation?"

He shook his head, voice barely audible, "No."

The blond allowed himself a small smile. Zexion had always been good for advice. "Okay… So what should I do… when someone tells me that they, uh," he swallowed nervously, "they love me. They told me, and I didn't say anything back. What do I-"

"Roxas, I love you."

Said blond spluttered, floundering. "Wha- I- I-"

"Why don't you have anything to say?" Zexion shouted at the blond, turning to face him, eyes filled with more negativity than Roxas had ever seen in them.

"Because – I – why are you –?"

Zexion sighed. "I'll tell you why. Because you don't love me back. So why didn't you say anything to Axel?"

"I don't know! That's what I want you to tell me!"

"Well it's pretty simple, Roxas." He crossed his arms and pointedly looked away, jaw tensed. "Either you love him and you tell him that, or you don't and you end it. Don't -" he began, before snapping his jaw shut and interrupting himself.

Roxas leaned in, trying to catch of glimpse of his friend's face. "Don't do what?"

Zexion was standing with his hand around the doorknob before the blond knew what had happened. He was halfway over the threshold before Roxas thought to stand. "Just don't screw him over, too."

Riku tightened his grip on the steering wheel before slamming his head down onto it. Ignoring the pain, he tried to control his breathing so he could think. A vibration from the passenger seat jolted him. He glared at the device, his cell phone, before grabbing it to read the unwanted text.

come over baby

Riku rolled his eyes and sent off a quick decline before returning to his seething. Before he got a chance to fully invest himself in his anger, the phone buzzed again.

parents r away.. come on Riku ;)

He growled and sent out a frustrated 'fuck off' before turning the phone off and throwing it in the back of his truck. Deciding that grumbling wasn't going to get him any results, he put the key in the ignition and left.

Roxas practically ran back to Axel's. Bursting through the door, he took in the shock apparent on Mrs. Sinclair's face, offered her an apologetic smile and raced towards the redhead's bedroom.

"He's not here, sweetie!" The woman called back after the blond.

Roxas froze with his hand on the bedroom door, about to throw that one open as well, and visibly sagged. He walked at a more human pace back to the front room, where Mrs. Sinclair was sitting on the couch, novel in hand. "Oh," he started, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Do you know where he is?"

"No idea, hun," she answered, not looking up from her book. "But he did have his struggle bat, so perhaps he's at the sandlot?"

Roxas nodded and muttered a quick thanks before bolting out the door again.

Driving always did help clear his thoughts; taking back roads, not having to worry about other drivers, standard street laws, or any issues back in his neighborhood. This particular road – not so much a road as much a dirt path forged by his own tires – was his favorite; it ran parallel to the train tracks for miles before veering to the left to rejoin society and their paved roadways.

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a huff of air. For some reason, the drive wasn't cutting it this time. His head was as full as it had ever been, swimming with thoughts and fears and angers and hope and dread and everything else. It was wrong. He was driving his favorite route. His head should be empty of all thoughts.

He should be happy Riku again.

Nothing was working.

The sandlot was empty.

Roxas groaned and turned around, taking off at a run to the woods.

He'd start at the tracks and follow as they led him towards Axel.

Riku heaved another sigh as he kept driving – not veering off to continue life yet, as he hadn't resolved anything, hadn't resolved how to fix his situation, hadn't resolved how to fix anything at all. And everything was broken; himself included.

Ahead of him, a blur of pale yellow streaked across his peripheral. Riku's head snapped up, his gaze searching for the disturbance on his path. He watched as the small boy halted his run as he reached the tracks, hoped up on the small metal ledge, and began balancing, walking steadily.

Towards him.

"Riku-"

He disregarded the voice completely, opting instead to cover the mouth with his own and push forward. One hand grabbed a fistful of hair, the other tightly holding a wrist. Riku plowed on, using his tongue to mold the other's mouth to his liking. When he came up for air, he grinned and wiped the back of his hand across his lips.

"On your knees."

Riku had to admit he felt a little giddy each time he issued a command, and a fire sparked inside his chest each time one his orders were followed. He pulled down his zipper and grabbed another fistful of hair; the fire grew as he felt lips close around his cock.

He needed this. Not driving around near the railways. Being demanding, forceful, then finally – "Fuck," he moaned as he came – cumming into the mouth of his whore. So much better than going for a drive.

He zipped up his pants and lowered himself to sit on the floor, eyes closed, face much more relaxed than it had been fifteen minutes earlier. Even still – he rolled his closed eyes at the giggle originating from a few feet in front of him – there was always room for improvement. She wasn't Roxas.

"See ya, Kairi," he mumbled, standing and dusting off the back of his jeans.

"But-!" She was quickly silenced by the sharp glare he stabbed her with. "Riku, just a sec!"

He worked his jaw, good feeling all but gone. "What?"

She smiled brightly and came forward to plant a kiss on his unresponsive lips. "You can, like, come by… later, too. If you want." Her smile faded a bit. "See – See you later."

Riku nodded before turning and heading back to his truck. What a waste of a trip. Temporary relief for a permanent problem. Next time he'd have to go directly to the source.

*shrugs* Figured we hadn't seen Riku in a while. Thought I'd go see what he was up to and report back to you guys.

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