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The Long Weekend Away	By : neonabsinthe Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3950 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Warnings: AU. Fairly OOC and cliché (with Rich Popular Riku and Shy Sora. But hopefully the actual storyline is less cliché). A lotta swearing; drug use and adult situations and fluff alert in later chapters.
Pairings: Riku x Sora, onesided Riku x Kairi, and other minor pairings – some which may become major in later chapters. Dunno yet.
A/N: I feel like I went way too melodrama with the kairi riku thing, so tell me if so.
Oh, you’ll finally get to see some Sora action in this chap, for those who felt the first was too riku/kairi-centric. But I’m still trying to set the scene and relationship dynamics, so RiSo won’t be as around in the beginning few chapters as much some may like. But it’s definitely a HUGE part of this story, so stick with me for a bit, k?
And please tell me if I’m being too bashing/anti-women (seeing as it tends to happen in slash stories), coz that’s not my intention.

The Long Weekend Away
By: neon-absinthe

-- PART I: Chapter 2 – The Beginning of Changes --

It was the most deafening silence any of them had ever heard.
Despite the excited hushes of anticipation from various parts of their small classroom, neither Riku nor Kairi heard a thing. Even the blatant outright staring and eavesdropping of the majority of spectators hardly registered on either of their minds.
All that existed was a set of blue eyes staring into green, and a set of green eyes staring into blue, and panic clouding both their minds.
To your average onlooker, Kairi’s countenance was calm and collected; hard and cold as stone. As expected of the reigning princess of Radiant Garden Academy.
But Riku could barely breathe.
Years and years of being best friends with the girl in front of him – being born into the same exclusive social circle, blossoming into a budding friendship where they shared deep secrets and intimate thoughts that they’ve never told anyone else but each other, and finally to their increased intimacy resulting in their going out in the final year – has taught him a thing or two about Kairi. About just how much there was written across that cold porcelain skin. That is, if one knew how to read it.
The slightly clenched jaw, the subtle bite of the lip, and the fury in those ocean blue eyes.
Wakka may have stuttered a greeting, but it was doubtful anyone heard it.
“I came to see if the rumours were true,” she said. Her voice was deceptively lofty, but it hit Riku like arctic wind.
Riku merely shrugged, an air of guilt shrouded his innate brilliance. He had no words to say. He couldn’t formulate the succession of tongue movements and lip arches in order to utter the syllables well-practiced deep in his mind. In front of the mirror.
I’m back, Kairi. I’m so sorry for everything.
Kairi watched his shoulder movements with a cool detached gaze, as a scientist would merely ‘observe’ his test subjects. “There’s a first time for everything.”
What could he possibly say to that? After all he put her through? Sorry for disappearing like I did. I have no excuses to even offer you. But please forgive me, though.
He felt like a bad comedian.
To him, Kairi was different from most people. She had always been different; from as far back as he could remember, she was always the closest person to Riku. Ever.
But now, he didn’t know.
In some ways, he wished that the last eighteen months had never happened. He wished he had never left Radiant Garden, and Kairi was still his stronghold – his support in the gale force winds of family and upper-society, tearing him to the bone with their claws of airborne shrapnel.
“Well?” her voice a little too detached given the anger she obviously felt. How could he just stand there, looking at her? As if expecting her to say something? That heartless prick.
And then the boy opened his mouth. “Kairi. I’ve really missed you. How have you been?”
…that was it?
His tone had been pleasant and sweet and infinitely apologetic, but it was the last straw for the redhead. If he had lied, if he had given an awkward apology or just ignored her, it would have been okay because she knew how to deal with that. Hell, Riku had always been a little selfish. But it had never bothered her to put up with it – genuinely sticking by him as a close friend and confidant for seventeen years, eventually reaching the golden status of girlfriend.
And then for him to deny, no, pretend anything was wrong? That is just rude. And plain fucking cruel.
Before she could stop herself, Kairi marched forward, stopping in front of Riku, who was seated at a desk, staring at her expectantly. It was as if something took control of her body and movements, but left her mind be. She was just another onlooker who saw her arm rise, palms open, and pausing high in midair, readying itself, before swinging harshly onto the pale cheeks of its unfortunate victim.
Except she was the victim. So it was justified, then?
It was more the surprised yet excited gasps of their shocked classmates, rather than the harsh sound of flesh on flesh, which brought Kairi back to her senses.
Reality sank in of what she had done. Never had she felt so self-conscious in her entire life than right at that moment when she felt the piercing gazes of her peers burn into her back like lashes of fire. She could barely stand to look at even Tidus and Wakka, who were both old friends and seen much of her behind the composed facade, for the pure shame of exposing herself in this moment of weakness. Instead, her eyes were focused on Riku, the cause of all her present problems.
But he never looked up.
“Whoa…Kairi,” a placating hand signal was lifted. “Let’s keep the physical stuff out, okay?”
Tidus. Always the rational one.
Well, fuck you, Tidus.
But she knew she was overreacting. A smaller part of Kairi’s mind – the logical side – agreed with the blond. Her mother would simply die of embarrassment if she saw just how out of control her daughter was of her emotions and actions. And it would not be a far off assessment.
She had to get out of there. Plain and simple.
Barely sparing an acknowledging glance at Wakka and Tidus, Kairi left as abruptly as she came, pushing past the shocked bodies of their nosy spectators.
Marching down the corridor in a fast-paced stride, Kairi Spencer was a sight to behold. Like an angry panther amongst a litter of house kittens, almost everyone whom she passed immediately moved to clear her path. Kairi was not one to be trifled with when she was angry or upset. When one unfortunate short brown-haired boy accidentally got in her way, she glared menacingly at him until he stammered an apology and slunked away.
However, beneath the righteously angry façade, Kairi was nearing her breaking point. She could feel tears pushing against her faltering eyelids, something she was brought up to see as shameful and weak.
Just a little longer. Just hold out until the parking lot.
Reaching for her cell phone, Kairi speed dialled her chauffeur, who picked up immediately. It was times like these when Kairi wished she could drive. But from an early age, her mother had droned into her that learning to driving was for those who couldn’t afford chauffeurs, something which they had plenty of.
It didn’t make it any less awkward standing there, waiting for the stupid car. She just wanted to leave and get out of this small oppressing place. Anywhere would be okay at the moment. Just somewhere quiet and peaceful so she could calm down. And think.
It seemed as much to be a matter of pride, as anything else. The redhead had always prided herself to be the only one who broke the emotional walls of the untouchable Riku Samuel, and made him feel something for her. She was quite possibly the only person he ever felt anything remotely resembling love for. Even though Riku had once had numerous girlfriends and even more on the side, Kairi was always the common factor to which he returned to. Without any doubt.
That had made her special.
But to realise after all this time it may have all been constructed in her deluded mind – it really hurt her.
Because on top of all of that, she actually loved him.

--

It was like walking through a nightmare.
Everywhere he turned, someone was whispering about something about him. And he could very well guess what that something was pertaining to.
It wasn’t as if Riku wasn’t used to the whispering. For many years of his life, he had trained his selective hearing to such a degree that useless noises, such as those whispers, would resound in his mind quieter than the pitta a raindrop falling on the ground. After all, the comments were always the same. Either gushing compliments from admirers, or the beginnings of vicious rumours started by either the envious or those who rightfully hated him.
Exaggerated recounts of the official break up with his former girlfriend should be something Riku, of all people, would be very used to. But somehow, this time it felt different. Maybe because this time it wasn’t some random girl who he’d screwed that he broke up with. Perhaps because this time, the reason was much more complex than just losing interest.
“Riku!” a voice called his name.
Riku mentally cringed as a flurry of short skirts and tight uniform shirts quickly made his way to him. Two kisses doused heavily with expensive lip products were planted on both of his cheeks – unwanted contact which he dearly wanted to wipe away but restrained himself due to etiquette.
He discreetly wiped his cheek of the offending red smear. My god, they wore more makeup than a fucking clown.
“Oh my gosh, Riku! Where have you been?! We haven’t seen you for so long,” the first girl squealed.
“Yeah. It’s so good to have you back!” the other one added. “I was so upset when I found out you dropped out of school.”
It was Anastasia and Drizella, daughters of two of his father’s lesser business associates. The two of them were known as the school sluts, having slept with most of the male population in their year and the ones immediately below and above. Both were sly and sultry and good looking in way porn stars were good looking. The wonders of makeup and plastic surgery for those who could afford it. Anastasia was the one with the more horse-like face but great body, and who gave fantastic blowjobs even though her long fake nails looked somewhat threatening against his sensitive manhood. Drizella was generally better looking and was up for almost anything, but, though still good, she wasn’t quite as good as her best friend in the bed department.
“I didn’t drop out of school,” he corrected them impatiently. What the hell kind of rumours have been circulated in his absence?
“Transferred. Whatever. Oh well, it doesn’t matter really, does it? You’ve come back now and that’s all I care about,” Anastasia wrapped herself around his arm, as it was the natural thing to do. “Do you wanna catch up this Saturday, like old times? You know, so I can…fill you in on everything you’ve missed.”
Wow. Can she be any less obvious?
Swallowing a sigh, Riku flashed her an apologetic smile, making the girl giggle. He knew this speech off by heart.
“I’m sorry, Ana. I’ve already made plans for Saturday.”
“Oh, that’s just too bad,” Drizella stepped in, talking over the top of her friend. “But I’m sure whatever it is you’re doing that night, you could spare a little time for me? I promise it’ll be fun,” the blonde pouted.
If Riku turned Anastasia down, without so much as a reason, what on earth made Drizella think she would have a chance?
“I really can’t. This is something I can’t get away from.”
“Oh?” Anastasia faltered, a little suspicious. “What are you doing?”
“That’s for me to know, isn’t it,” he replied cryptically.
“What about Friday night, then? There’s this hot new club that’s opened up. And Drizella and I have a spare ticket to its opening,” the crimson-haired girl tried again, giving him a sly smile.
“As fun as that sounds, I’m afraid I’ve got plans for Friday night as well,” Riku recited robotically. “Sorry,” he added as an afterthought.
Anastasia’s face twisted into a scowl. Unlike natural beauties such as Kairi or Yuffie or Selphie, the rejected girl couldn’t pull of angry/beautiful. “What the hell? I thought you broke up with her!”
Wait, what? He turned to the girl questioningly.
Anastasia rolled her eyes and shifted her position so her manicured hands were on her hips. “Kairi, who else? I thought you broke up with her this morning.”
Suddenly, it all made sense why Anastasia and Drizella latched onto him so quickly and so tightly. To get in before anyone else did.
“I did break up with Kairi, which, I sure, you and the rest of the school would know by now,” he responded dryly.
“Then who are you blowing us off for?!” came Drizella’s angry response from his other side.
Riku turned to look at the girl in question, who was scowling at him, frustrated. She was originally a brunette, that much he was sure. Her dark eyebrows and her roots were proof of that. Why girls have such an obsession to be blonde, he would never know. Or why they must fake tan to the point of orange. Or why they must wear so much makeup that it resembled a mask.
Thinking on it now, the silver-haired boy didn’t understand why he ever bothered with Drizella or Anastasia in the first place. There were so many better fish in the sea anyway, particularly if you were Riku Samuel. They were both loud and rude and pushy, not to mention disease cesspools. Overall, they summarised everything he hated about people. The only thing they were good at was being easy fucks, but even that got old fast.
“I’ve got to go,” he deadpanned and turned away, not bothering to register Drizella’s outraged scoff.
“What a fucking prick,” she fumed
“I completely agree,” Anastasia echoed.
“Did he spend the last year and a half shoving an icicle up his arse? The last thing we need is another Leon – such a waste of hotness. Like giving a bag of icing sugar to a crack addict.”
“No wonder Kairi dumped his arse.”
Riku rolled his eyes as he walked far enough to not hear them anymore. Unconsciously reaching for his cheek, his fingers lightly danced over the sore spot where Kairi had slapped him. Anastasia and Drizella were just another migraine clawing at walls to his mental instability.
Highschool was so fake. His entire life was so fake. Everything from money to status to friends to family. When will it end?
Riku has always envisaged a life where he was simply more…free He thought he’d found it when he ran away, but that had been a shitty pipe dream. Nothing was what it seemed. And now, he has returned to his reality of a social prison, where, despite the wealth and prestige and many other privileges normal people could only dream of, he was by no means any happier. And if possible, that much more depressed and unsatisfied with his life.
How fucking wonderful.
“Riku?” a small sweet voice broke his increasingly depressing thoughts.
The silver-haired teenager was brought back to reality, right into the face of a wide pair of eyes so blue, they rivalled the sky on the most clear of days.
And Riku smiled.
His little ray of sunshine filtering through the gloom.
Hands reaching for that smooth soft cheek out of their own accord and finger tips lightly brushing over supple pink lips.
“Sora,” he murmured back.
And the day seemed brighter again.

--

For Sora, the concern never left those big blue eyes. “What’s wrong Riku, you look upset?”
“Do I?” He almost forgot why. “Just…readjusting to city life.”
Sora smiled, and twitched his nose. A little habit which Riku adored.
“I know what you mean. It’s so different from back on the island!” His voice grew with his excitement. “I’ve never seen so many people in the one place before! And everything moves so fast and everyone has so many things to do! A girl walked right into me earlier because she was so busy. She was really scary, but really pretty. And it seems everyone here is so trendy and cool looking. Not like back at home!”
“Sora,” Riku said softly and leaned a little closer, “this is your home now.” He smiled wider then, brushing away locks of that stubborn messy hair which had fallen into the other boy’s eyes, inching slowly towards those petal lips, “But I’m glad you like it.”
Right on cue, the shorter brunet’s breath increased to short staccatos. His long eyelashes slowly descended closed, covering those striking blue pupils. He turned his face upwards in expectation.
The first hint of flames softly touched the tip of his nose, and then lightly traced a line down to his trembling lips. There, the sensation burned so much hotter as the two boys finally met in a soft but mind numbing kiss, until that same warmth spread at such a ferocious pace that Sora felt like he was on fire.
Gathering control, Sora pushed the taller silver-haired boy away, and turned his head away, catching his breath. He obviously had a lot less practice as Riku was hardly fazed, and seemed to be either smirking at this little fact, or at the way Sora’s cheeks now flushed a healthy red.
“Ri-ku,” he breathed. “You promised you wouldn’t in public. And we’re in school.”
“I don’t see anybody around to watch, but nice try.”
In his distracted moment, Riku figured, he must have accidentally wandered into the Van Gogh Building of the Art School, which is usually unoccupied around this time. It must have been pure luck for Sora to be coming out of his art class around the same time.
A bell rung signalling the start of the new period, and startling both boys who were, to be fair, fairly…preoccupied.
“Well, well, well,” the older boy teased. “It seems we both have a free period now before it’s lunchtime… Whatever shall we do?” It wasn’t really surprising seeing as Riku pulled connections to have the classes of Sora, who was a year below him, arranged to follow the same general timetable as his own. So they could spend time together like this.
“N-not whatever you’re thinking,” the little brunet stuttered. It always amused Riku to see his shy boyfriend try and deny his hormones. So naïve and so unwise.
“And what would I be thinking?” The whisper softly caressed a reddening earlobe.
“Something naughty, I bet.” He loved it when Sora said the word ‘naughty’. “You’re such a pervert, Riku. And you shouldn’t…” he lowered his voice briefly, “molest me…during school time.”
Riku laughed at his choice of phrase. “It seems it is your mind that’s in the gutter, because I was just thinking about giving you a tour around the school to get you to familiarize with the place and not get lost.”
“Coming from someone who was born in the gutter, I bet you’ve planned all sorts of surprises on this tour,” Sora pouted cutely.
Riku’s only reply was a smirking kiss to his little brunet’s neck.
Maybe just a few.

--

Sora drew a little closer to Riku, who shifted slightly to accommodate him, as they walked towards the cafeteria for lunch. They played it to seem like they were only walking close together, rather than any actual PDA, despite how innocent it could have been. Although Riku attempted to not worry him or involve him in complicated matters, Sora knew it had to do with Riku’s new found sexuality and how he would appropriately explain this sudden change to his friends after seventeen years of being very very straight.
In actual honesty, Sora himself hadn’t “come out” either. His road to discovering his sexuality had happened in such an…unconventional and whirlwind way that Sora didn’t even realise the deep extent of his feelings for the boy beside him until much later. And so much has happened between them already that Sora could hardly remember what it was like without Riku by his side.
His constant source of stability and support.
In fact, Sora thought about Riku all the time. What he was thinking when he spaces out? What he was doing when he wasn’t with Sora? What he was like as a child: nice, shy, or a little terror? What his family was like? (Sora hadn’t had a chance to meet them yet). And right now more than ever, what his friends were like.
Riku had told him they were all their own characters and had their own little x-factor to contribute to their unique friendship group. Sora tried to memorise everything he mentioned. Leon was the silent aloof one who read people like books. Yuffie was the loyal one with a stubborn fiery personality while Selphie was sunny and outgoing. Tidus was warm and level headed peacemaker of the group and Wakka swore a lot. But Kairi. All Riku ever really said about Kairi was that she was his best and closest friend and has been since they were infants.
Sora drew a little closer once more. They were on their way to what Riku called ‘the usual spot’ – as in on their way to finally meet the friends that meant so much to the silver-haired boy.
Gosh, Sora hoped they liked him.

--

It was actually kinda cute the way Sora was all nervous about meeting his friends.
Not that the brunet shouldn’t not be worried. Even Riku had doubts his own appearance would go down well given his current situation, let alone some unknown boy they’ve never seen or talked to in their entire lives. But it was still really sweet of him to want to get along them in order to make Riku’s situation a little less awkward.
And, of course, from the angle where Riku was looking down at the brunet, Sora looked…hot. His pretty eyes seemed to darken with the lighting and those cherry lips, which looked especially pouty and full from that view, were begging to be licked and sucked on…or do the sucking.
Fuck his friends, Riku just wanted to push his brunet up against the nearest wall and pash him senseless or until they both pass out from lack of oxygen.
And then he’d slide his hands up the brunet’s shirt, nice and slow to feel every inch of that smooth soft expanse of skin that felt like silk under his fingertips. He would then reach for the nipples, rubbing them firmly until they stood erect and sensitive. He’d lean down close to the brunet’s head so he could hear every sweet moan and purr against his ear as he teases those hard nubs.
And then he would suck on the boy’s long supple neck, swiping his hot tongue over the artery, over and over again. And he would nibble and leave little love bite marks and bruises to show everyone what was his.
And as Sora mewls his pleasure, he would slide his hands down to grope that supple rump, discretely pulling the boy towards himself, crotch against crotch. Grinding. And then he would undo the boy’s fly, and reach in to take a hold of the brunet’s hard weeping co–
“Riku, you’re staring,” Sora shyly informed him, face fire engine red after guessing exactly what was on his boyfriend’s mind from the downright lewd way he was looking at him.
“Oh, sorry,” he replied, though not sorry at all. These types of daydream seemed to be happening more and more often recently. Sora might as well get used to it now.
Besides, he wouldn’t be so horny if Sora had just let them fool around a bit before.
And then he smirked. Leaning down close to the other boy’s ear. “Just wait til we get home,” he breathed hotly. “I’ll make you blush harder than you’ve ever blushed before.”
Right on cue, Sora flushed. Darkly.
Chuckling at his handiwork, Riku guided Sora through a large set of glass doors into the large mess hall, only vaguely aware of the small group of admirers who were about to approach him, probably to welcome him back or something like that.
Thanks to the incredibly high tuition fees and the heavy donations sent to the school by its students’ wealthy families, Radiant Garden Academy had a modern, very well designed and built cafeteria, which was maintained regularly by cleaning staff.
It looked a little like something out of A Clockwork Orange. The tables were long and rectangular with sharp fluid lines, and decorated with kitschy designs and slogans. The chairs were dark black plastic seats with elongated back rests. This section of the cafeteria was enclosed by a long surrounding white bar top complete with beige high stools. On the other side of the bar was an area made of soft plushy brown couches and granite coffee tables. The navy blue carpet, the section of low ceilings, low hanging shaded lamps and dark red walls only added to the dark mysterious charm.
It was little wonder that the coffee table in the furthest corner of the couch section, the most secluded area of the entire cafeteria, was reserved as the ‘popular table’.
Riku could see his entire group seated there already, lounging languidly in a semi circle of couches. He mentally steeled himself before making his way over through the sea of tables, dragging an overwhelmed Sora behind him.
As soon as they were within five meters of the table, everyone there stopped eating and looked up at him. Some of the occupants of nearby tables did the same. A long pregnant silence of awkward tension settled amongst them, making them all extremely uncomfortable, yet at the same time, no one wanted to be the person who broke that same silence.
And then, Leon’s dark stormy eyes narrowed and turned a shade darker. Without a word, he collected his things, and walked off to the furthest table from there as possible, all the way on the other side of the large hall. With him, followed half the eyes of the cafeteria occupants that day.
A second later, Kairi followed suit. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes never wavered from a point straight in front of her as she strode past Riku. Sora immediately recognised her as that beautiful girl he almost ran into earlier that morning.
The brunet glanced up at the silent boy beside him, worried. He could practically taste how tense and stiff the silver-haired boy was. Sure Riku mentioned a couple of times that he had not parted on good terms with his friends, with leaving without a word and all, and that his return would not be well received at all by them.
But to see it in person. It was something else.
And then there were four.
From their description, Sora guessed they were Yuffie, Selphie, Tidus and Wakka. It was the blond, Tidus, who said the first thing in five silent minutes.
“Hey,” he smiled, addressing Riku. “So you decided to come after all. Come sit,” he gestured to the currently unoccupied armchair.
Riku did as he was told gracefully, and Sora plopped down beside him.
“Riku!” Selphie smiled sunnily. “I still can’t believe you’re back. I’ve missed you, you know. I just wished you would have told us you returned, we could have thrown you a party.” Her smile faltered a little then, “Kairi was especially upset about that,” before coming back full force, “but it’s still awesome you’re here now.” And with that, she let out a happy squeal and jumped up off her seat, launching herself into Riku’s arms.
Riku doubted she could even breathe after saying so much in one breath. Nevertheless, he laughed and patted her hair, lightly returning her squeeze. “I’m sorry for not saying anything, Selphie,” he said earnestly as she retreated back to her couch. “And I’ve missed you too. It’s good to be back.”
A derisive snort came from his right, breaking his returning good mood.
“How sweet and dandy for you,” Yuffie’s tone dripped of sarcasm. Riku should have picked up that black-haired girl didn’t look nearly as welcoming as the rest of them when he sat down. “Have you returned to make our lives miserable again? Like you did to Kairi this morning?”
Riku pressed his lips shut, unsure how to reply.
Yuffie’s fierce loyalties to her friends and those who she thought deserved it was truly inspiring. Even if the odds were a thousand to one against her and she was the only one left standing for her cause, the violet-eyed half-Wutainese would rather die battling than go down without a fight. Wistfully, Riku remembered a time when he was one of those whom Yuffie swore her loyalties to.
“Nice welcome back, Yuffie,” he answered with a faint smile.
Wrong answer.
“You don’t deserve a fucking welcome back, you tosser,” the violet-eyed girl spat, suddenly so much more hostile than before. “First you screw us over with the little disappearing act, and now stroll back in here as if nothing’s happened. And then I find a distraught Kairi who’s upset over something else you’ve done.” Her voice was steadily getting louder and angrier, attracting unwanted attention from interested nearby groups. “What the fuck is your problem? Do you have nothing better to do than spread your toxic fumes to the people around you?”
“Yuffie,” a quiet but serious voice broke her tirade. “Shut up.” A firm command.
Selphie rarely spoke out in anger like that to her friends. She was known as the gorgeous girl with bright green eyes and a sunny personality, never for her temper. So on the rare occasion when she did, they all listened.
Yuffie was silenced immediately, but defiantly looked away with her chin in the air, crossing her long arms rebelliously in the process.
The tense silence returned, and with a strengthened vengeance. For a few long drawn out moments, no one was willing to say anything or look at anyone, eyes darting hazardously around the room. But this time, it was Riku who decided to break the tension that he helped cause.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, “So how were everyone’s holidays?” he asked in an opaque attempt to change the subject.
Selphie, as always, was first to answer. But before any sound could come out of her mouth, Wakka stole the limelight. “Who’s the kid?” he asked pointedly.
All eyes turned to the little brunet hiding in the shadows, whose wide blue eyes completed the deer-in-headlights expression to a tee.
Sora was originally very excited to meet Riku’s friends. From what he had told him in vague bits and pieces, Sora gathered the impression that they were sweet, kind, funny and overall lovely. Now he realised that in Riku’s homesickness, he may have romanticised things a little.
They were not what he had expected.
Riku’s friends were not as friendly as Sora imagined them to be. Even Selphie and Tidus, the sweetest sounding of them all, barely made an effort to talk to him, or even acknowledge him.
Besides, he just didn’t fit in. One look at the group and Sora decided Riku had beautiful classy model-like friends suited for one as beautiful and classy as Riku was himself. He felt strangely out of place among them. On top of that, everyone there was the son or daughter of extremely wealthy families and empires, while Sora was still marvelling at how well the salad was made in the lunch Riku packed for the both of them this morning. Riku, the second of only two sons of an incredibly successful businessman and entrepreneur, had barely glanced at the container full of fresh vegetables and expensive seafood. He did, however, laugh at Sora’s supposed ‘naiveness’ and ‘cuteness’.
Especially now as Wakka spoke as if he wasn’t there, Sora felt both disappointed and very intimidated. Discretely, he tried to merge himself into Riku’s side.
“Me?” he squeaked.
“No, the fucking table.” He was so forcefully sardonic. “Yes, you.”
“I’m…my name is Sora.”
“How do you know Riku?” That was Selphie.
“I…he’s my friend.”
“Really,” Wakka waved it off. “I’ve never seen ya ‘round before, brudda.”
“Well, I’m new this year…”
Riku had sensed that Sora’s timidness was causing him to be very uncomfortable before, but wanted to give him a chance to get along with his friends. Now it seemed Riku may have threw him into the deep end a little early, as Sora seemed completely overwhelmed by this merciless interrogation.
“Guys,” he warned, but it fell upon deaf ears.
“Wait wait,” a light suddenly lit in Wakka’s eyes. “Did ya meet Riku in the last year or somethin’?”
“…yeah.”
That caught everyone’s interest.
“Wait,” Yuffie held up her hand as a signal for everyone to shut up. “Were you with Riku in the last year?”
Everyone held their breath. Not even Tidus bothered to hide his curiosity.
“I…” Sora didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t know how Riku planned to explain everything that happened on the island, but he did know it wasn’t his story to tell. And he didn’t want to upset Riku, who had been so good to him.
“Well?”
Sora didn’t like stares.
“Fucking say somethin’, man.”
It didn’t matter if they were malevolent or appreciative, curious or even indifferent. He didn’t like the feeling of eyes boring into his soul, stealing his consciousness. He didn’t like the burning feeling it gave him, or that horrible light headedness he’d get afterwards which left him feeling weak and drained.
“Wakka, leave him alone,” Riku’s voice was louder this time, as he snaked a protective arm around Sora and pulled the smaller boy towards him.
Most of all, he didn’t like the similarities he’d draw with every stare to the stares of those –
No. Don’t think about that. It’s over now.
“Why? Is he hiding something?” Selphie’s question was actually quiet innocent, but the wording she used justified the angry minds.
“Yeah, why won’t you let the kid speak, Riku?” Wakka pressed, ignoring Tidus’ warning squeeze on his arm.
Where the boisterous redhead left off, Yuffie took over the reigns. “Tell us, Riku. Why was he with you when we, who’ve been your close friends for years, weren’t even told about where you were going?” her question was strikingly similar to the one on everyone’s mind. “You come back out of the blue with some random boy, and we can’t even ask any questions?”
As much as he’d hate to admit it, Riku couldn’t fault Yuffie this time. Anyone in her position would have felt the same way. He fell silent.
“Is that it?”
He needed to protect both his own, and Sora’s secrets.
“Answer the fucking question.”
They just weren’t ready to reveal anything yet.
“Riku? Are you listening?”
They just needed a little more time.
“Oi! Who’s the kid?”
“He’s my fucking boyfriend, alright?” Riku finally exploded. “Are you going to leave him alone, now?”
The most profound silence reigned in response.
Distantly, someone coughed quietly and another dropped something on the floor.
The roof could have collapsed at that exact moment and none of them wouldn’t have cared.
Fuck, he berated himself. That was no where near the speech he had in mind.

A/N: Reminder to Review!!! (or flame in a funny way). I won’t know you liked it unless you review. And much much love to those who have. It people like you who make me want to write.
Also, there is much more to the disappearance plot than Riku discovering his sexuality, if you’re thinking that’s the end of the line.
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