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When All Things Come Back To You	By : AoiNikko Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 3604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. Let�s leave it at that and spare my poor broken heart. This story is mine, though, so don�t steal it.
Here is chapter two of the giftfic for the wonderful Uzumaki-sama. If you haven�t read her fics yet, get busy! (Read and review mine first please.)

This is a Shonen-ai. That means boy/boy love. If you do not like this, do not read. All flames will be used in a �Riku and Sora make out in front of a fireplace� scene for the entertainment of yaoi obsessed fan girls.

Though to be honest, if you are here reading chapter two and you don�t like this stuff�maybe you are a little slow�
On to chapter two! Enjoy!

Chapter Two, Part One:

That�s When You Came To Me

Gotta keep moving, gotta find him�
Who?
Him.

Sora�s feet stop from moving to look up into the storm-riddled sky for a moment, only mildly alarmed that he is having a conversation by himself in his own head. With a hefty sigh, he kicks at a stone that sat conveniently before his feet in frustration.

I�m looking for someone, but I don�t know who it is and somehow, this is more important then getting my memories back. Why is that?

While he stares at his feet in growing irritation, there is a shadow staring at him. With a soft, happy sigh it speaks, its voice like smoke and velvet. The kind of voice that slithers up your spine and fogs your brain, robbing you of your senses softly and soothingly before seducing you into death.

�Yes, you are the one I seek��
Sora looks up, wide eyed, to see a boy glide smoothly out of the shadows before him. He is dressed in a long black coat, with a blindfold over his eyes. Sora frowns, he seems awfully familiar somehow�
�Who are you?� he asks.
The boy laughs softly in reply as he approaches the Keyblade master. Sora finds himself backing away at the predatory grin.
�I am and I am not.�
Sora frowns. �What the hell does that mean?�
�Figure it out.� The boy stops a foot away. �In whatever time you have left.�
Sora�s eyebrows narrow and his teeth clench. �Not again.� He barely has the time to jerk backward as the mysterious boy lunges forward into an attack. Putting more distance between them, Sora calls the Keyblade to protect himself. This time around it is shorter, golden in color with a star dangling from the key chain.
The blindfolded boy stops and looks over at Sora, taking in the defiant look on his face. His smile fades and he takes another step closer.

�Stay back�whatever you are!� Sora hisses from over the Keyblade. The boy in black lifts his eyes up to the sky and raises his arms, his lips parting as if to speak. Out from the shadows come winged darklings, each carrying a wicked looking sword. A heart shape is cut out of the center of their chests, their hands curve into claws and their slithering tails are tipped with a scythe-like blade. Sora takes another involuntary step back, eyeing the creatures as they move to surround him. He glares at the blindfolded boy, realizing the reason why he had been attacked before.
�You called them, didn�t you?� Sora accuses.
�I did. Did you not just watch?�
�No, the ones that attacked me before. You were behind them!�
�Actually, they were behind me�� The boy replies smoothly.
Sora fights to suppress a shudder from the boy�s sinister smirk. �What?�
�I found you because they found you first.� He chuckles at the sight of Sora shaking his head in confusion.
�Who�what are you?� Sora demands, suddenly very afraid. Whatever it is for that they are after him, they are very organized. This knowledge was very disconcerting. How could he fight them as he is? His expression becomes grim when the boy in black gives him a very serious look.
�I am your end�but if you need a name, you may call me� Mizu.� He gestures at the heartless surrounding Sora and they begin to attack. Swirling in gracefully, they slice in unison at their target. Sora rolls out of the way quickly, trying to put the whole lot in front of him so he can keep track of their movements. They didn�t seem to want to cooperate; instead they turn into dark flames that follow his movements. One manages to touch him, surrounding him and slicing him as he tries to escape. Sora then attempts to roll away, but Mizu, who just then decides to join the fight, snatches him up by his collar.
�Should it be slow and painful to show you how much I hate you? Or should I make it quick to show how much I respect you?�
�W-what?� Sora struggles as Mizu squeezes him tighter. He couldn�t let it end this way!
�Which will it be?� Mizu asks, caressing Sora�s face. He smiles at the mixed look of anger, fear and disgust cast by the Keyblade master. The hand holding the Keyblade twitches, and Sora brings it up quickly.
�Let go!� He demands, shooting forward with a speed to swift to follow. He keeps the Keyblade pointed ahead of him as he zips across the ground. Mizu has little choice but to release Sora and jump up to avoid the deadly attack, however the Invisible heartless are not as quick. Sora cuts them down like a scythe thru ripened wheat. When he finishes, he turns, Wishing Star aimed at Mizu�s heart. Blue eyes ablaze with dece bce burns into his enemy�s form.
�Neither! I won�t let you kill me!�
�Oh?� pale lips tug into a slight grin. Mizu holds a hand out toward Sora, palm up, sending waves of star-like sparkles toward Sora�s body. The sparkles begin to turn gold and Sora, not understanding what was going on, tries to stop it. Mizu only laughs and avoids his attacks, flying up and continuing. Sora panics, but realizes he is uninjured. He glares at his enemy, though his anger is directed at himself.
�What did you do?� Sora demands, feeling a part of him weaken, but not knowing exactly what. He could still move, see and hear�what had been done?
�I fixed it so I wouldn�t have to worry about your�powers.� Mizu lowers himself to the ground, his back facing Sora. �That move you did looked fun. May I try it?�
When Mizu shot toward Sora the same way the Keyblade master had before, Sora is ready and instinctively raises the Wishing Star to block. He has grossly underestimated his opponent�s speed and strength, however. Mizu swats the Keyblade out of the way and slams the teen into a nearby wall, knocking the breath from him. Sora�s hand bangs painfully against that same said wall, causing the Keyblade to fly through the air and skitter across the soaked ground, coming to a stop several feet from them.
�Ow�� Sora manages before Mizu chokes off his breath.
�I think you misunderstand, Sora.� Mizu says softly. �I want to destroy you, not kill you. If I kill you, I won�t get that wonderfully pure heart of yours��
Sora struggles uselessly in Mizu�s grip, unable to breathe. His enemy only smiles at his resistance, squeezing harder to ensure he can�t escape. His vision begins dimming and his body starts to weaken, just as rain begins to fall from the sky once more, hard and fast.
�And now�� Mizu purrs, moving closer ��your heart belongs to me.�
Sora�s eyes nearly close, and he can barely see anything between his own eyelashes and the rain. As he pulls together the last of his energy to attempt to free himself, the pressure on his throat is suddenly assuaged. He falls to his knees gasping for breath as he hears a terrible scream from his enemy. Still breathing heavily, Sora rolls into a sitting position, and he gapes at the sight of Mizu hunched over, holding his arm in pain.
�What�?� Sora rasps, and Mizu looks just as confused as he is, a nasty slash cut into the sleeve of the silver haired monster. Inky black blood flows freely from the cut, mixing with the rain and pooling on the ground around him. Lip trembling slightly, Sora is reminded at how inhuman his enemies are.
Mizu hisses in anger and starts over to his enemy, feeling it is somehow his fault he has been hurt. Sora scoots away, eyes wide, very much aware that the Keyblade is still too far for him to reach. Is there a way to call it like he had before? Sora realizes he does not have the time to figure it out with Mizu fast approaching.
There is no reason to worry.
A black blur shoots toward them both, water spraying in a graceful arc as a figure in black slides in between them, his back facing Sora. He stands up straight, left arm flung out to the side to bar the way, a black Keyblade gleaming angrily. To Sora�s surprise, the stranger�s right hand also holds a Keyblade, this one golden in color, and held ready to strike. Crystal drops of liquid fall onto a dark hood and drips away, making him seem to glow in the low light. For the briefest of seconds, Sora thought that a vengeful angel has descended to earth. Despite the danger he is still in, Sora feels himself relax as relief spread throughout his body.

Who are you? He asks silently. Why do I feel like I know you? Sora moves to stand and go for his Keyblade, but the newcomer spoke.
�I don�t think so.�
The words are directed at Sora, yet waves of familiarity wash over him, paralyzing him, making it difficult to breathe. He collapses back to the ground soundlessly, a fine trembling taking over his limbs as the feeling slowly ebbs away, leaving no answers, only more questions. He watches, still slightly paralyzed, as the two begin to exchange words.
�You�� Mizu hisses at the newcomer. �You move to stop me? Then I have no choice but to destroy you as well!�
�So, you finally feel like talking to me, huh? Mind answering my questions before I rip you another one?� The mysterious newcomer did not change his posture in the slightest. He remains standing still, one arm thrust out to the side to block the way to Sora.
�All you need to know is that I am Mizu.� With that, he raises his hand, the silver sparkles dancing around his palm.
�No!� Sora cries, finding his voice. He jumps to his feet, moving to grab his Keyblade. �That steals your power!�
�Don�t!� The duel Keyblade wielder cried, moving to keep himself in between Mizu and Sora. �Stay behind me. I�ll tell you when it�s safe to go after it.� He commands. He backs up and sweeps both himself and Sora out of the way of the energy stealing blast, slowly maneuvering them closer to Sora�s Keyblade. Familiarity shot through Sora again, but he forces it away to focus on the fight at hand>
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Mizu frowns, catching on to the duel Keyblade wielder�s movements, and knowing it is an impossibility to stop him, wounded as he is. There is also that black Keyblade to consider.
�How very touching.� Mizu hisses, lifting his head to the sky. As if recognizing the gesture, the hooded figure races toward him, Keyblades brandished to kill.
�No you don�t!� He snarls, but a ring of black power knocks him away.
�I underestimated you.� Mizu says coldly. �I will not do so again. The key will be destroyed, I promise you�� He steps into the shadows just as the area is suddenly overrun by Darkballs. Sora�s eyes narrow, it is time for him to stop playing the damsel in distress and help his savior. He shoots from the safe area behind the hooded figure and sprints the short distance to his Keyblade, rolling to dodge Darkballs and grabbing the weapon as he gets back on his feet.
�Sora!� the duel Keyblade wielder cries, startling the cinnamon haired boy badly. How does he know his name? He must know him somehow! Sora�s head begins to ache badly, and he falls to his knees.

G-get it together Sora! He thinks as the hooded boy races over to him knocking Darkballs away with his Keyblade.
�Sora!� the other boy cries again, voice full of worry. �Are you alright? Sora!�

I�need to�know�

�Aragh!� Sora yells, plunging his Keyblade forward, into a Darkball. �I�m fine!� He says quickly, trying to lose himself into the fight. His bodyin bin begins moving as if it did this all the time. Sora let his mind go blank, not really concentrating. When they are out of danger he can ask questions. Right now, though, he has to fight. He has to�or he will go insane.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees his hooded savior join in the battle, his twin Keyblades singing a song of death as they whistled through the air. After a while Sora has to turn away completely, but not because he is worried about the effects of his memory trying to return. The boy is beautiful in battle, movements as smooth and flowing as water. Emptying his mind, he allows himself to be lost in his own movements, and soon, the battle is over.
Collapsing unceremoniously to the ground in exhaustion, Sora sighs softly, closing his eyes and ignoring the wetness of the ground. Everything aches, especially his head. However, now is the time for questions, and the sooner he knows what is going on, the sooner his headache will go away.
Maybe.
�Here. Drink this.�
Sora opens one eye and glances at a vial dangling inches from his nose. The thought to ask what it is crosses his mind, but he really doesn�t care at the moment. He is much too tired and sore. He doesn�t even want to take the thing, but he also doesn�t want to be rude�
�Thanks. You okay?� He asks, popping the top off the vial and downing it in one go. He feels a measure of his strength return. He looks up at the hooded boy in gratitude.
�I�m fine. I�m more worried about you, Sora.�
The Keyblade master lifts his head higher to ask the all-important question of how the boy knows him, but stops when a hand is held out for him to take. Sora blinks at it in wonder, this scene seems awfully familiar�
Images suddenly flash through Sora�s mind, a cloudless sky, a warm sea, a red haired girl with a warm smile, and a strange key chain. Sora closes his eyes and shook his head to clear it, but one image clung stubbornly, a pair of eyes the color of a tropical sea.
�Sora?�
Sora jerks out of his flashback. He glances up at the hooded boy. �Ah, Sorry �bout that. Lost in my own world�.� he chuckles nervously, accepting the hand that is still offered. The duel Keyblade wielder grasps his hand firmly, pulls him to his feet� and right into a warm embrace.
�I�m so glad I found you in time Sora.�
Stunned, Sora just stands there. The hug is comforting and makes him feel safe. He closes his eyes to see if there is anything familiar about it, but all it brings is the questions that sit in the back of his already troubled mind. After allowing himself to enjoy the embrace a moment, he slowly pushes away.
�Don�t get me wrong, I am too� I mean, you really saved me back there. It�s just�ah, please don�t take this the wrong way, but, um�how do you know me?�

Chapter Two, Part Two

Kurayami Ni Hikari O Ute

�How do you know me?

Riku feels his insides turn to iceComeCome on, Sora, quit kidding around. It�s me, Riku.�
�Riku�� Sora looks at the ground thoughtfully, as if hearing the name for the first time. �I�m sorry, I don�t�� His voice trails off.
Riku stares in disbelief. Something must have happened when they both ended up here, something that had caused his friend to lose his memories. Riku�s mind races, trying to come up with some solution, but he finds none. This must have happened when Sora was forcibly pulled from where he was�in other words, this is yet another thing that is entirely his fault. Riku drops his head, unable to look Sora in the eyes anymore. Why can�t he do anything right? He never should have tried to leave Kin Hea Hearts.
�Uh, Riku?�
Riku looks back up at his friend, catc the the concerned look in the boy�s face. No, now is not the time for self-pity. He has to help Sora. Without his memories, his friend is vulnerable. He has to help him remember so that they could find a way off this world and go back home to Destiny Island. They have to get back to Kairi�
No. Sora has to get back to Kairi. Riku doesn�t really even want to go back, not if he has to see Sora and Kairi get closer and leave him out. He doesn�t want to become the third wheel. He doesn�t want to lose Sora completely. He knows it is inevitable, but that doesn�t mean he has to like it. He wants things to stay the way they are. He wants to have Sora himself, not be forgotten about.
Wait.
Sora doesn�t remember anything, does he? Riku looks intently at Sora who squirms under his gaze. Exactly how much did he forget? Riku slowly slides his hood off, silver tresses dancing on the wind.
�Do you remember anything about me?�
�Hey, you sort of look like Mizu!�
Riku looses his smile at that. �I guess I do. It�s lucky you lost your memory, Sora, or he could have tricked you.�
�Yeah, but you were there.� Sora says softly.
�Like always.� Riku grins. �Can you remember?�
�Well�you do seem familiar�but I just can�t��
�It�s fine.� Riku says, a little too quickly. �I�ll help you.�

Please, I know this is wrong, but let it work anyway�

A relieved smile crosses Sora�s face, causing Riku�s heart to melt.
�Thanks, Riku.�
�Hey, no prob. Let�s get you someplace warm, okay? There�s someplace up north from here.� He grins teasingly. �You do remember north, right?�
Sora casts Riku a withering glance. �Ha, ha. Yes. I didn�t forget that much.�

You forgot enough� Riku grins again. �Good. Follow me then.�
* * *
A little later on, Riku leads a weary Sora into a small, plain stone building. It is about two stories high and there are others just like it, all of them in straight lines much like a street.
�What is this place? Are these houses?�
�I�ve been calling it Koritsu City.� Riku says softly. �Nobody lives here, other then the Heartless and that Mizu guy. These are houses, but I don�t know who built them or where they went. Not only was I lucky to find them, but it was doubly lucky they were already furnished and everything was working, because I didn�t have the time to do anything but look for you.�
�Ah, um, why was that?�
Riku looks back at Sora to see a faint pink staining his cheeks. Sora is blushing, how adorable. �I knew that Mizu guy was looking for you too, and I had to make sure he never got to you. Finding you was more important then my own needs.�

�I�m looking for someone, but I don�t know who it is and somehow, this is more important then getting my memories back��

Sora flushes a brighter color as his thoughts came back to him. �Oh.� Sora falls silent for a while before looking around the room he is in. �It�s really dismal in here.� He frowns.
He is right about that. The only colors in the room are black and gray, the furniture is plain and there are no decorations whatsoever.
�I�m afraid the rest of the house is the same way, but it�s warm, dry and safe. The heartless don�t come in here.� Riku holds up the dark Keyblade. �This one seems to keep them away for some reason.�
�Oh�yeah. I have one too. What are they?�
�These are Keyblades. As far as I know there are only three�but you have the most important one.�
�Me?�
Riku lowers his Keyblade, and looks away. �This black one I carry can unlock the power hidden deep within every heart, while this gold one-� Riku looks down at the King�s Keyblade, �It has the power to connect hearts. Your Keyblade however, has the power to seal the hearts of the worlds, preventing the Heartless from getting inside and destroying it.�
�Heartless?�
�Those things we just fought. They come in many different forms, but they all have one purpose.�
�To devour hearts�� Sora says softly, looking like he is in a trance.
�Huh? Sora, are you-?�
�No, I�m not remembering anything. It�s just what Mizu said, something about wanting my heart�� Sora shivers, looking away from Riku. �Can�we talk about something else? I��
Riku nods. �Sure. What do you want to talk about?�
�Tell me how you know me. Where did we come from? How did we meet? I want to know all about what happened before�all of�this.�
Riku takes a big breath. Now comes the moment he is waiting for. Is he sure that this is the right thing�.? No, it isn�t, but he knows that this is his only chance at Sora�s heart. He looks into Sora�s eyes, his expression a bit sad.

I know I don�t deserve him�but I want him just the same.

�Why don�t you grab a warm shower first? You have to be cold with all that wet clothing.�
Sora looks down at himself, noticing that he is shivering. �Yeah, I am.� He grins.
�Here, I�ll show you were it is.� Riku leads Sora down a narrow hall to the simple bathroom. There is a sink, tub and toilet, but not much else. After rummaging around in the house he manages to find a couple of towels for them to use. He hands one to Sora, hanging the other on a small rack. Afteasteasing Sora again by asking if he remembers how to work a shower, he leaves him to go fix the bedroom and collect his thoughts.
What is he going to tell him? Riku doesn�t want to make up a past for Sora, and he doesn�t want to tell him they were together. He just wants a chance. A precious chance at Sora�s heart, a chance at happiness. Once he has thought about what he really wants, he resolves to tell the truth and he would withhold only one major part.
Kairi.
Riku feels a little guilty about it, after all she is his friend, and if it weren�t for her he never would have seen all that he had. On the other hand, if it weren�t for her, it would have been just him and Sora forever. However, when he gives it further thought, he probably would never would have come to realize his feelings for the auburn hairedbladblade master.
Damn. This is complicated. Riku decides to not think about it too hard and just go for it. If, after he gets his chance, nothing comes of it, he will do everything in his power to return Sora to Kairi.
Somehow, though, he still feels guilty.
�Riku?�
Riku looks up and stares. Sora stands in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel wrapped tightly about his waist. His hair is still a little wet, and small droplets of water drip from cinnamon spikes that continue to defy gravity despite the obvious washing it received only moments ago. The water dribbles down his chest, running teasingly down soft skin where it is soaked up by the towel.
Suddenly Riku�s pants feel too small.
�Riku, I don�t have anything dry to change into��
Oh. Right. Trying to decide on whether or not that is a good thing, Riku hands Sora a soft wool blanket. �Wrap up in this till your clothes dry.�
�Thanks. Are you okay? Your face is red.�
�Huh? Um�ah�� Riku stammers as Sora leans in to check his temperature.

�Maybe you�re catching cold. You should get in the shower too.�
�Oh�um, I will. Not now! I mean, I�m fine!� Wondering why he is so flustered at the moment, Riku backs away and turns back to the bed. �Um, you can take the bed, I�ll just sleep on the couch, okay?�
�Huh?� Sora looks at the full sized bed. �But you found this place first, I don�t feel right running you out of your bed��
�No, no, really it�s okay.�
�How about we share then? It�s big enough.� The suggestion is innocent enough, but lewd thoughts begin running through Riku�s mind. A shower suddenly sounds real good right now. A very cold shower.
�Uh�o-okay�� He stammers, fighting a blush. �Listen, I�m going to go take a shower. When I get back I�ll�uh, tell you about, um, us.� With that, a very flustered Riku leaves for the shower, Sora staring after him questioningly.
�He�s weird��
* * *

A small eternity later, Riku returns to find Sora sitting on the bed, caught in a light snooze. He walks over and brushes the hair from his friend�s face gently, a sad sort of look on his face. Sora suddenly shifts, and the blanket slips a little, revealing a slender arm. Smiling, Riku moves to tuck it back under the blankets, when an unwelcome sight greeted him.
Nestled in Sora�s palm is a small key chain. It is white with a blue center, and looks like a flower. Riku recognizes it as something Kairi always used to carry around with her. She�d shown him once, long ago, when they were all on Destiny Island. Back when they were all friends. Growing annoyed at the small trinket, Riku reaches for it to take it away.
Sora makes a small sound. �Unnmm�Riku?�
Riku jerks his hand back. �Ah, um, Sora�you startled me. I thought you were sleep.�
�What were you doing?�
�Trying to get you into a more comfortable position. You�ll get stiff sleeping like that you know.� Riku says, his expression slipping easily into a warm smile. He reaches over and ruffles Sora�s hair playfully. He sees recognition ripple in Sora�s eyes a moment before the brunette ducks from under his hands.
�Hey, cut it out!� Sora says, his bottom lip poking out in a slight pout, managing to look more cute then angry. Riku feels the sudden desire to kiss Sora. He looks too adorable to resist. Sora gives him a mock glare. �I thought you were going to tell me about myself when you got back.�
�Aren�t you sleepy?�
�A little, but I want to know about myself more then I want to sleep.�
Riku nods, grabs a blanket to bundle up in, and climbs on the bed next to Sora. He chews on his lip, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. He decides to tell him about their little island, and how they grew up. He tells him how they had met during a freak summer storm, how they had vowed to be friends forever if they made it through. He tells him how they had spent their days exploring the island, learning swordplay and playing pranks on the other kids. Riku describes everything in perfect detail from the time they met ull tll that fateful night when the heartless came and changed everything.

Perfect except for one small thing.
Riku leaves Kairi out of everything. He never mentions her at all.
Oddly enough, he doesn�t even feel guilty about it anymore.
Unfortunately, Kairi did not stay left out like Riku hopes.
�So who gave me this?� Sora asks, looking down at the hand with the key chain. �It�s different from the other key chains, somehow�� It is a good thing Sora is looking down, because he completely misses the look of anger that is on Riku�s face.
Riku composes himself quickly, placing a hand over the key chain, leaning in close to Sora.
�That was given to you by someone who loves you, Sora. It was their hope that it would protect you.� When Sora looked up, Riku held his gaze.
�Who�?�
�Someone who loves you Sora...� Unable to resist the innocence in Sora�s expression anymore, Riku leans in and touches his lips to his friend�s gently. He pulls back for a second to softly whisper,

�Someone who loves you very much.�

Author�s nonsense:
Chapter two! Whoo! Are you enjoying the story so far? This chapter was longer then the last wasn�t it? Sorry for all the dialogue. It just sorta happened. Anyways, what do you think of Mizu? Would you like to know what his name means? Okay. Mizu means water. Want to know who he really is? Well his name holds a clue but you have to be clever to see it� ^_^ or you can just wait until chapter (Did you think I was going to spoil my own story? HAHA!) Want the translation for the title of Riku�s part?

Kurayami ni hikari o ute

In the pitch-black, take the light
Are you guys watching the Keyblades? Did you catch the fun things in the first chapter? How about in this chapter? I�ll see if you do in your reviews. In other words�I�ll never tell�
Well, if you guess correctly I will. ^_^
Mood music: Terra theme-FF9

Otherworld-FFX

Night of Fate-Kingdom Hearts

Kiss Me Sunlights-Zone of Enders

Alright, you may or may not have noticed that I have a new fic up. It�s called Pisces, and it is a gift to my reviewers! That�s right, I�m so generous as to give fics to those kind enough to leave a review. ^_^ This isn�t just ANY giftfic, though. YOU can decide what happens and what you want to see! Want to know how? Easy! Just read the first chapter of Pisces, Author�s note and all and get to it! Remember, though, this is a gift for reviewers only, so if you don�t review, you don�t get any say.

Riku: This is not a gift, you�re bribing them!

Sora: Sho nuff.

Author: Shh! No! This is a gift! A gift I tell you! Now shut up or I�ll let Tidus steal Sora away from you in all my other fics!

Riku: Shutting up.

Author: Good. Well, I�ll see you in a bit! Gotta get to work!
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