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Change My Stripes	By : SephirothsStalker Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 18854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. I own my skin, my clothes, and about $40 of spending cash.

Author�s Note: This one probably won�t have a happy ending. This is not a spoof, for once. >_< I guess people think I can�t write a serious story, but the truth is, I usually write better serious fiction than I do farce. This is an original fan fiction (oxymoron), inspired by quite a few things, including The Crush, Cruel Intentions and American Beauty. Hopefully it won�t be too cliché. It�s a Riku + Sora, Squall + Sora love triangle type thing. >_< Those have been done to death, but hopefully I can make it work. This story contains yaoi, although it won�t just be randomly tossed around like confetti. Now, seeing as how Fan Fiction is a family website (*laughs uproariously*), the full & uncensored version will be posted elsewhere, while the sex-free R rated version will remain here. I�ll let you know when I get to those parts.

Warning: Beware of yaoi, profanity, drug use, blood, violence, sex with a minor, nonconsensual sex, character death, OOC-ness, etc and many other reasons why my parents will never see this story. Never.

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All Sora wanted to do was finish his homework before the weekend was completely over. Yet, life was not as simple as he would like it to be. Instead of being at home in his own room, doing his work, he was in his best friend�s room, sharing the bed with him, while they both worked. Or rather, while Sora worked. Because Riku was doing it again. He was looking at him in that way. Sora hated it when Riku looked at him like that. It made him feel anxious, terrified, and exhilarated all at once, tension curling up into a ball in his stomach, and making it harder for him to breathe. Sora pretended not to notice, like he usually did. Some days it worked, and some days it didn�t. He never knew which kind of day it was going to be until he tried it. He went back to doing his homework with relish and hoped that Riku would take the hint and get back to doing his own.
�Sora, just when did you become so goddamn fuckable?� Riku asked, without batting an eye.
Sora cringed. Apparently it was going to be one of those days. Fine. He was accustomed to them by now. He tried his best to defuse the situation with wit. �Well, I got the certificate for it last week, if that�s what you mean.� he replied, not looking up from his Physics book.
Riku pushed his own book to the side and laid down, folding his arms beneath his chin, and watching Sora from under his silver eyelashes. �You�re funny, Sora. But I�d rather put that smart mouth of yours to better use.�
Sora groaned in exasperation. He knew the routine by now. Riku simply wasn�t going to let up until he was flat out rejected, and then he would just clam up and glare at Sora until he left for dinner. �Look Riku, we�ve already had this discussion. And I�ve told you a thousand times, I�m not attracted to you.�
Riku snorted. �Bullshit, Sora. Everyone is attracted to me.� He sat up suddenly as he recalled something. �Oh yeah! Did I tell you that I fucked Jake?�
Sora�s eyes widened as he looked up from his book. Now Riku had his attention. �Jake the Jock? Football Captain Jake? Jake Addison? That Jake?�
Riku nodded, a smug grin turning up the corners of his delicate mouth. �Yep. That Jake. Yesterday afternoon. Mr. All American Football Hero was on his knees before me, oogling me with those big baby blue eyes as he sucked my..�
�Hey! Spare me the nasty little details, please!� complained Sora, frowning. �There is such a thing as too much information, you know.�
Riku pouted. �Fine. I just thought you would like to know.�
�Riku, when have I ever wanted to know about your many conquests?� reasoned Sora. �I would be just as content to never know what or who the great Riku is doing this weekend.�
Riku grinned, and laid back down, rolling onto his back. �The great Riku. I like the sound of that.�
�You�re such a manwhore.� teased Sora, resuming his homework.
Riku appeared to think about this for a moment. �Well Sora, I don�t mean to be, you know. It�s just, I�ve got to get it out of my system somehow.�
�Do it by yourself.� suggested Sora, not looking up.
�Get real, Sora. Jerking off is so� adolescent.�
�Um, Riku, you are 17, you know.�
�I�ll be 18 in five months.� Riku replied. �Besides, I always was advanced for my age. So are you, or else you�d be a junior like everyone else your age, instead of a senior.� Riku snickered to himself. �Who ever heard of a 16 year old senior?�
Sora bristled. �Yeah, well you�re going to be a 20 year old senior if you don�t learn when to shut up and do your homework. Then I�ll be the one cracking age jokes at your expense.�
Riku was stunned into silence. Wild mild irritation he opened his book back up and started doing his work again. He worked until he came to a problem that gave him some trouble. Try as he might, he just couldn�t figure it out. He hated to admit it, but Sora was definitely the smart one when it came to school. He�d just have to swallow his pride and ask for help. �Hey, Sora?� he began, looking up, and then the words died in his throat.
Sora was intently reading his textbook, absently sucking on the eraser of his pencil as his sapphire eyes wandered over the contents of the pages. As Riku watched, Sora casually brushed away a lock of mahogany hair from his eyes with the back of one smooth, tan-skinned hand. Riku�s breath caught in his throat and he stared helplessly at his friend. Sora, you have no idea what you do to me.

Sora snapped out of his daze and glanced at Riku who was staring back at him almost desperately. �Riku? What is it?�
Riku swallowed in an effort to clear his throat. �Um, I need some help with this problem right here.�
Sora smirked. �The great Riku needs help? There is justice in the world, after all.�
�Heh.� replied Riku distractedly, his eyes following Sora�s every move.
�Well, which problem is it, you poor dummy?�
�This one.� answered Riku, pointing to the word problem.
Sora leaned over, and turned the book to himself. �Hmm� Oh come on! This is simple. Don�t you have your equations sheet?�
�What equations sheet?� asked Riku, not at all interested in the problem anymore.
�Oh yeah, that�s right. We got that sheet the day you bagged Selphie Tilwitt in the girls locker room.�
�Fuck those cheerleaders. Raw, raw, raw!� quipped Riku, snickering despite his interest in Sora�s teeth on that eraser.
�Not funny.� replied Sora, digging out his own equations sheet. �You�re terrible. Now listen up, you dope. This equation here is what you use when the problem calls for gravity. You understand?�
�Not in the least.� answered Riku, truthfully. He eyed Sora, fascinated by the eraser. �Sora, are you trying to give me a heart attack or what?� he breathed.
Sora blinked and looked at him. �What are you talking about? Riku?!� Riku had somehow managed to inch closer to him in a matter of seconds, and his face was for some odd reason, very close to Sora�s crotch. �What�s your problem, man?!�
Riku looked up at Sora, the desperation in his aquamarine eyes even more apparent. �Sora, just let me do it. Just this once. Please?�
Sora stared at his best friend, fearing that he had finally gone mad. �Do what?!�
�Get you off.� replied Riku calmly as if he were simply telling Sora to pass the remote. �You�ll like it, I�ll like it, and everyone will go home a winner.� He stroked his hand over the curve of Sora�s groin and reached for the zipper.
�Oh come on, Riku!� shrieked Sora, slapping his hand away and jumping off the bed. �I thought we�d settled this!�
Riku sat up, angry. �No, we haven�t. You keep dodging the issue, Sora.�
�This isn�t an issue.� insisted Sora, shaking his head.
�Yes, it is!� snapped Riku. �When are you going to accept the way I feel about you?!�

Ah, so it was coming to this again. Sora sighed, and ran his hand through his spiky brown hair. Riku had been coming on to him ever since they reached puberty, and he still wouldn�t let it go. �How many times do I have to tell you Riku, I�m not attracted to you!�
Riku raised an eyebrow. �Honestly Sora, do you expect me to believe that?� He brushed back his own silver hair and glared. �I�m the best-looking guy in the entire school. We both know this.�
�And you�re so modest, too.� replied Sora sarcastically. �So what if you�re perfect looking Riku, you�re still a guy.� Sora sighed again, trying to get his friend to finally understand. �I know how you feel about me, Riku. I�m flattered, and you�re truly my best friend. But that�s all. I just don�t swing that way.� he said softly.
Riku growled and threw his textbook across the room, knocking over a stack of CDs. �Fine. Whatever. Fuck you, Sora.� He stood up and turning his back to the stunned Sora, stormed over to the window. Glaring out into the sun-filled day, he clenched his hands on the ledge, in an effort to keep from throwing anything else. He really wanted to bounce something off of Sora�s thick skull right about now. �Get out of my house, before I lose control of my temper.� he threatened.
Sora threw up his hands in exasperation. �Okay, whatever you say, Riku.� He was getting sick of this. It only grew worse as their friendship went on. Riku was spoiled to the extreme, and his temper was legend. Sora would rather not be around when all Hell broke loose. �I�ll see you tomorrow, okay?� he offered, gathering his belongings.
�Yeah right, whatever. Get the fuck out, Sora!� shouted Riku, turning back around to glare at him.
Sora quickly fled the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
Riku turned back to the window, closing his eyes, and leaning his face against the cool glass. He flinched when he heard the hurried footsteps followed by the slamming of his front door. He curled his hands into fists, and rested his head on one lightly muscled forearm, staring out the window. He didn�t even realize he was crying until he saw Sora walking down the street, and noticed the image was wavy. He didn�t look back. Riku turned away from the window, all of the anger drained out of him. He looked around his trendy room in disgust. His posters seemed to be laughing at him. Even the clock on his DVD player seemed amused. Riku threw himself down on his bed and sighed deeply. The comforter still smelled like Sora, and Riku nuzzled his face into it before he caught himself. �How childish.� he muttered, wiping away his tears. �Damn you, Sora.�

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Sora didn�t bother looking back as he walked down the street. He knew that Riku would be at the window, glaring at him with a face that could make an onion cry. He�d foolishly looked back after being kicked out once, and was rewarded with an expression so terrible that it haunted his dreams for weeks. Sora wasn�t about to fall for that one again. As it was, he�d already have trouble sleeping. The feeling of Riku�s hand brushing over his most intimate part was not one he�d soon forget. That was probably the boldest thing Riku has done so far. Sora sighed and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. It was a beautiful autumn day, there wouldn�t be too many more of these as October gave way to November. Better to enjoy it while it lasted, instead of racking his brain over Riku�s latest fit of passion. Sora looked up at the clear blue sky, smiling as a cardinal flew by. Those were his favorite birds. He loved the color red. Whereas Riku loves the color blue� Ack, there go my thoughts again, drifting towards my best friend.

�Everyone is attracted to me.�

Sora rolled his eyes, and kicked at a stone in his path, recalling Riku�s words. How vain. Yet, Sora had to admit, Riku was rather attractive. But still, he wasn�t gay or even bisexual like Riku. He was quite sure he liked girls. He just hadn�t met one that interested him.
�How depressing.� Sora muttered to himself.
Riku never had a problem meeting girls or guys that interested him. There was something about Riku that drew other people like a moth to a flame. He was both beautiful and handsome all at once. He was taller than Sora by a few inches, and slimmer, though more muscular. He carried himself with authority blended with raw sensuality. His silver hair was naturally streaked with lavender and sky blue, making him stand out in every crowd. His aquamarine eyes went right through you like a white hot needle when he was angry, but any other time, they were cool and inviting like a swimming pool on a hot summer day. You could almost dive right in, and many people did. Then Riku would run back to Sora, excitedly telling him of his new conquest, his new victim, his new poor bastard. It had been like this ever since Riku turned 15. Sora was sickened by it all, and to learn that Riku had slept with Jake, it just turned his stomach. Sora could only imagine how much emotional turmoil Jake must be in, realizing that he�d done something that the captain of the football team was simply not supposed to do, namely giving head to another guy. Jake wasn�t the first to get caught in Riku�s web, and he certainly wouldn�t be the last. When it came to Riku, the other students just had a hard time saying no.
�I wonder why I don�t have that problem.� he mused. It probably has something to do with my knowing him ever since I was five and he was six. He�d known Riku ever since he was skipped into his first grade class, and they had instantly bonded. Years of sleeping over each other�s houses in the summer, trick-or-treating in the fall, bombing cars from their snow forts in the winter, and chasing girls with caterpillars in the spring had probably caused Sora to become immune to whatever pheromones Riku was exuding. Now if only Riku could do the same. Sora looked up, startled that he was at his home already. He fished his key out of his pocket, and unlocked the door, heading into the foyer. �Mom, I�m home,� he called out, closing the door behind himself.
�Sora honey, come here for a minute, would you? We have a guest.� his mother, Sonja, called back from the living room.
Surprised, Sora set his backpack down on the floor, and walked into the living room.
Sonja looked up. �Oh, good. Come on in here now, girl. Don�t be shy. He�s still your cousin after all.�
Sora blinked. Who was she talking to? What cousin?

Just then, a chestnut-haired girl who appeared to be his own age emerged cautiously from the kitchen. Her large violet eyes looked him over shyly. �Hi.� she said softly.
Sora stared. �Um, Hi.� he stammered out finally.
Sonja looked back and forth between them. �Sheesh, you two are acting like a couple of bashful, blushing brides. Sora, this is your cousin Kairi. Don�t you remember her?�
Sora�s jaw dropped. What?! This was Red-Haired She-Devil?! The Kairi he remembered was some snot-nosed punk whose hair he used to pull when he visited his grandmother�s beach house in the summers before she�d passed away. He�d never known what had ever become of his bratty cousin, and he�d never really cared. Now he felt a pang of guilt as he regarded this doe-eyed girl standing half in and half out of his kitchen. �Wow, you grew up.� he said lamely.
�So did you.� she replied, in that same soft voice.
Sonja gave up on getting any more conversation out of the two of them, so she�d finally just tell Sora why Kairi was here. �Sora, Kairi is going to be staying with us for a little while. I guess you didn�t know, but Kairi has been staying with your uncle Raymond, but� he got into a little trouble with the law. I won�t allow my niece to be put into a foster home. So, she�s going to be staying with us until it all gets straightened out, or until your aunt Patricia returns from Ireland.�
Sora sat down on the couch next to his mother, taking it all in. Okay, so not only had his best friend grabbed his privates and kicked him out, his cousin that he hardly recognized was going to be living in his house for an indefinite amount of time. �Great.� replied Sora simply. What a day.

Sonja leaned over and clasped his hands in hers. �I knew you would understand.� She planted a warm kiss on his forehead, and then turned back to Kairi. �Come on over, and have a seat.�
Obediently, Kairi walked over and sat down next to Sora.
Sora looked at her warily.
Sonja sighed. �I�m going to go fix dinner. You two can catch up on life for a bit.� She pushed herself up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen.
When the sounds of pots and pans being moved around floated back to them through the doorway, Kairi turned to Sora. �Why do you keep looking at me like that?�
�Because� the last time I saw you, you were some snot-nosed, pig-tailed little punk that used to stomp on my sand castles and try to make me play with Barbies.� Sora replied.
Kairi blushed. �Geez, I�ve grown up, you know. I�m 16 now.�
�So am I.� said Sora.
�Really? So, you�re a junior too, right?� she asked.
�Nah, I�m a senior. I got skipped a grade.� he answered, failing miserably at keeping the smugness out of his voice.
�I�ll bet you�re proud.� remarked Kairi dryly.
Sora raised an eyebrow. �What? Was that a tinge of attitude from the old Red-Haired She-Devil?�
�Don�t call me that!� cried Kairi, punching him playfully on the shoulder.
Sora grinned. �You still hit like a girl!�
�I am a girl.� she responded airily, sticking out her tongue.
�I doubt it.� teased Sora, laughing.
�Oh, poo on you!� she teased back, laughing as well. The awkwardness between them erased, she leaned over and raked her hand through Sora�s hair, messing it up.
�Cut it out!� Sora mock-shrieked, ruffling her hair as well.
Inside the kitchen, Sonja smiled.

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Notes: Okay, if you�ve made it this far, then you have apparently survived Chapter 1. Congratulations! *throws confetti* So, do me a favor, and please review. Reviewing helps me to improve the quality of my writing, and it also motivates me to get off my lazy ass, put down the PS2 controller, and update. Besides� if you don�t review, I�ll cry.
Riku: Nobody gives a damn.
Okay� if you don�t review� I�ll cut his throat! *grabs Riku and pulls out a switchblade*
Riku: Eek! >_< Oh for the love of God, please review! So, this psycho doesn�t kill me!
Damn right. ^_^
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