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: Kingdom Hearts does not belong to me. This fact alone is enough pain for one lifetime.
Warning: This fic contains Yaoi. If you don’t like this or know what it is, take to the hills. 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, you should all know this by now… Do I have to keep saying it?)
This is chapter three of the giftfic for the amazing Uzumaki-sama. You should have read and reviewed her fics by now. If not, you must do so when you are done with mine. ^_^
Remember to review, and don’t forget about my gift, Pisces! Review and tell me what should happen next!
Chapter Three, Part One:
No, I Don’t Think Life Is Quite That Simple
Something is wrong.
Sora’s body freezes, and he stares at Riku not knowing what to feel.
What…what’s going on?
“I’m sorry Sora.” Riku begins to say. “I couldn’t resist.” His eyes never lower; they keep staring at Sora with an intense emotion the brunette doesn’t even want to name.
He’s still so close…why am I not backing away? It is almost like he is being held captive by the aqua eyes that burns into his very soul. Finally, he has to turn away because of the expression in them.
“I…it’s okay…Riku…”
“Is it?” The mattress dips a little as Riku leans even closer. “I don’t want to…scare you or anything…It’s just…I have these feelings for you, and sometimes it’s hard…”
Sora lifts his head to look back at Riku, eyes slightly wide. “But-!”
Riku gives Sora a handsome smile. “We’re both boys? Is that what you were going to say?”
Sora blushes faintly. “Er, well, there is that, but…” He trails off, unsure of how to proceed.
“But?”
Sora flushes a deeper red.. “W-well, I, uh… you see, you are familiar to me, but this…this…”
“That’s because I never told you before. I never realized it myself until I had lost you…” Riku pulls back with a sigh. “I thought it was something else, and did some horrible things to you. I was so stupid. If I only could have seen past my own pathetic problems, none of this would have happened.”
“Riku…”
“I should have been helping you, but my ego allowed me to be used by your enemies, and instead I hurt you, over and over…”
The pain in Riku’s voice very nearly brings tears to Sora’s eyes. He reaches out a hand tentatively, not knowing what to do. He listens to Riku struggle to hold back tears, watches as he refuses to look at him. Whatever it was he has done in the past, he is sorry for it now and deeply regrets his actions. Sora places a gentle hand on Riku’s shoulder, causing the silver haired boy to turn and look him in the face. As he does, he notes the gentle smile and forgiveness in Sora’s clear blue eyes.
“Riku, whatever it was you did, I forgive you.”
Riku shakes his head, his hair falling into his face. “Sora, you don’t remember, so how can you…”
“It doesn’t matter. We’re good friends, right? I know, I can feel I’m I’m sure I would forgive you even if I remembered everything.”
Riku looks up at Sora, searching his eyes for a long while before reaching out and crushing the other boy to his chest, releasing a long, shuddering breath into chestnut hair. “You have no idea how that makes me feel. Thanks.”
Sora blushes and squirms a little. “No problem.” He says, feeling a little strange. “Wouldn’t you do the same for me?”
Instead of answering, Riku only holds Sora tighter. Sora wraps his arms around his friend comfortingly while Riku sobs silently.
* * *
Several hours in passing finds Sora watching over Riku as he sleeps, the aqua eyed boy’s head in his lap. He absentmindedly strokes his friend’s silver hair, all the while trying to wrap his brain around all that he has learned that day. It is quite a bit to absorb, and he is finding it difficult to do so. He thinks about his mission, the Keyblade, and the heartless, but the feelings he has for the boy sleeping peacefully in his lap is what he finds himself thinking about the most. It is very obvious how Riku feels for Sora, he has told him himself, but Sora is unsure of how he feels. There is respect and love, but which kind of love? Sora feels comfortable around his friend, but the kiss brought to light some things that did not seem familiar at all. Feeling a dull ache in his chest, Sora rubs his thumb against the silken hair near Riku’s ear, listening to his friend’s even breathing. So manyngs ngs to think about. He knows he will never get to sleep this way. He has to clear his head somehow.
Sora slowly slides from under Riku’s head, replacing his lap with a pillow. He pads silently into the bathroom, still wrapped in the blanket, and checks his clothes. They seem to be made of a quick-drying fabric, because they are not even the slightest bit damp. He slips them on and quietly lets himself out of the house, intending on a short walk to sort things out.
A few heartless appear, but nothing remotely serious. Sora is able to handle them easily with his Keyblade, which has changed yet again. This time it is short, white and blue in color, with a book on the key chain. The short random battles ease his nerves some, and he turns to go back. A small light appears in the street in front of him and he stops in surprise. Before his startled eyes, the light takes shape into a door with a large keyhole. He steps over to it slowly, eyes bright with wonder.
“And so the Keyhole appears before the Keyblade master yet again.”
Sora turns, to spot a boy in a long black coat. Sora recognizes him immediately. “Riku…”
Wearing his hood, the boy steps over to Sora and looks down at the keyhole. “They’re only after you because you keep sealing the doors to these worlds. If you stop…then there’s no reason to steal your heart.” He reaches over and gently takes hold of the wrist with the Keyblade, pug Sog Sora closer.
“But I thought-”
“This is a Heartless world. What need is there to seal it?” A hand slides down to cover Sora’s, gently trying to loosen his hold on the Keyblade. “If you don’t try to seal the Keyhole, the heartless won’t bother you, so, what use to you is a Keyblade?”
“You’re not making sense, Riku. What you told me earlier-”
“Information to be used for other worlds. Not this one. Understand that I’m only trying to protect you, Sora.”
“I-I know, but…” Sora sighs. The wind begins to pick up again, sweeping the ground and whispering.
…Wake up…
Sora snaps his head up at the words that seem to be carried by the wind. His blue eyes narrow, and he tries to pull away, but the hooded boy only laughs and slides a strong arm around his waist, preventing escape. Sora pulls back the boy’s hood with his free hand, and he gasps loudly as his blue eyes met cold amber. Riku’s eyes are definitely not that color! It can only be Mizu! In a sudden panic, Sora wills the Keyblade to vanish, trying to protect it from the human shaped heartless. With a patient smile, the formerly blindfolded boy lowers his head to Sora’s ear.
tz wtz with me, Sora.”
Mizu begins to lead Sora into a slow waltz, gazing into the othoy’soy’s wide and frightened eyes.
“What-what are you doing?” Sora’s distraught voice demands.
“Is it not obvious? It’s a beautiful night. I feel like dancing.”
Sora attempts to free himself again, but Mizu is much too strong. “Stop playing with me! I won’t give you my heart-”
“Ah, but I don’t want to just take it, I want to steal it. Go ahead and struggle, the harder you make this, the more satisfying it will be when I do get it.”
“Why are you doing this?!”
Mizu laughs lightly. “I want to see what the fascination is with you. I see why you are hated. Now I want to see why you are loved…”
“You’re insane! Let me go!” Sora demands through gritted teeth. In his mind, he is pleading for Riku to notice he is gone and come help him.
“I want to know what it is that makes you so special so I can fully appreciate your heart when I take it. Why does the light obey you? Why do the shadows fear you? You are a mystery to me, that someone like you should exist.”
Sora manages to pry off the arm that is wrapped about his waist, but all it does is cause Mizu to stop dancing and grab his free hand and pin both arms behind his back with one strong hand. He drags Sora back against his chest, using his other hand to force Sora’s head back. Sora hisses and struggles, but Mizu only chuckles softly, finding his attempts at resistance amusing at best.
“Still you fight me.” Amber eyes flash with approval. “I see why you are respected, but why are you loved? Can you tell me, Sora?” Mizu lowers his lips to Sora’s, smiling when the boy’s body stiffens and his struggles become more desperate. With a satisfied purr he captures the Keyblade master’s lips, but jerks away almost as soon as he has them, a thin river of black blood trickling down his chin. He loosens his grip in surprise, and Sora breaks free, slamming a fist into Mizu’s pale chin, knocking him back.
“Don’t you dare touch me like that.” Sora hisses. The Keyblade appears in his hands, and he moves into an attack stance, spitting out the few drops of Mizu’s blood that is still in his mouth after biting him.
Mizu recovers from the blow and wipes the blood away with the back of his hand, looking at it a moment before bringing his amber gaze over to Sora.
“Where does this strength come from? A moment ago, you were weak, trembling in my arms…” Mizu’s expression clouds over in confusion, then goes back to his usual smile. “I suppose I shall just have to wait for another time,?” ?” He steps back from Sora and vanishes into the shadows behind him. Sora straightens up and spits again in disgust, wiping at his mouth vigorously with the back of his hand. He felt so violated, so pathetic, so dirty.
“Sora!”
The Keyblade master turns to see Riku, the real Riku, run up to him, two Keyblades ready to fight. Sora looks at the area where Mizu has vanished. Had he known Riku was coming? Like all the other Heartless, Mizu seems to be repelled by the dark Keyblade Riku carries.
“Sora, are you alright? Why did you leave the house?” A breathless Riku asks upon reaching his friend. He looks down at the street, noticing the glowing Keyhole. “Is that…?”
“A Keyhole.” Sora says, again looking as though he is in a trance. Riku watches, his eyes narrowed in confusion as Sora turns to the keyhole, not acting like himself. Sora lifts his Keyblade and a light shoots from the tip and into the keyhole. There is a sound like the turning of a lock, and the keyhole vanishes. Sora blinks rapidly cominghis his senses, looking at Riku in confusion.
“Um, what just happened?”
“That’s what I want to know.” Riku says solemnly. “I…heard you call for me…” He lifts the golden Keyblade slightly to indicate how.
“There was some trouble, but I’m okay now.”
“Trouble?”
“Just some heartless.” Sora can see in Riku’s eyes that he doesn’t believe him, but he is willing to let it drop for now.
“Let’s go back then. It’s late, and you didn’t get any sleep, did you?”
“How do you know what time it is? The sky is always dark with storm clouds!” Sora teases, trying to lighten the mood. Riku only rolls his eyes and pulls Sora back to the house by his wrist.
The walk back is silent; Riku is lost in his thoughts, as is Sora. When they enter the house, Riku crosses his arms and leans against the door, looking at the wall away from Sora.
“So…what were you doing? Why did you leave the house?”
Sora nearly jumps out of his skin when Riku spoke. He has been in deep thought about what had happened earlier with Mizu, trying to make sense out of it. He looks up at the other boy, noting his stiff posture.
“Was it…anything I said…or did?”
Sora’s face flushes. “Um, sorta… It’s nothing bad, I just needed to clear my head…it was a little much to absorb at once. I didn’t want to disturb you, so…”
“Oh.” Riku says sounding very sad. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
Sora’s blush deepens. “Um…really, nothing serious…”
“It was Mizu, wasn’t it? He showed up again.” Riku pushes off the door and walks over to the brunette, gently lifting his blushing face so he can look him in the eyes. “Sora, you should tell me what happened with him. We’re in this together, you know.”
“Er, alright.” Sora backs away and flops in a chair, making a face at howomfoomfortable it is. He leans on an elbow and rubs the back of his head with his other hand. “I did run into Mizu.” He admits. “At first I thought he was you, he had on your clothes. He said some strange things, so I realized that it wasn’t you at all.”
“Did he hurt you?”
Sora grimaced. “Just my pride. We didn’t fight, but…”
“But?”
Sora feels his face grow hotter. “He rambled on about knowing why I was hated, and wanting to know why I was loved.” A blush creeps over Riku’s face, but Sora didn’t see because he is busy staring at the ground. “Then he grabbed me…He was so incredibly strong…”
“What did he do?” Riku asks, voice thick with worry. He kneels down in front of Sora, placing his hands on his knees. Sora looks away, embarrassed.
“He, uh, stole a kiss.”
Riku stares at him with wide, angry eyes. “He didn’t do anything else, did he? Did he? Sora?”
“No, I bit him and punched him good when he let go. He left after that, I think he knew you were coming.” Sora shivers.
“Are you going to be alright?” There is concern in Riku’s voice, but pride is there too. It makes Sora feel better.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just want to wash my face. I feel gross.” Sora looks back over at Riku who looks at him sadly. “Riku?”
“When…when I kissed you earlier…did…did…I?”
Sora understands what Riku is trying to say and places a finger on his lips to silence him. “You already apologized. Besides, yours was different…it was gentle and…” Sora stops himself. What in the hell is he saying? Sora blinks in embarrassment and blushes, turning his face away again.
Riku stares at Sora as if he has heard the impossible. Hell, he did hear the impossible. “You mean…you…didn’t mind?”
Sora blinks, flustered. He stands up abruptly, trying to escape Riku and those soul-reading eyes of his. Riku stands up too, blocking his path. Though it may seem impossible, Sora blushes even further. He looks everywhere but at Riku, trying to stall, but Riku only repeats himself and waits for his answer patiently.
“You didn’t mind Sora?”
Chapter Three, Part Two:
Soba Ni Iru Kara
Riku gazes at the shorter brunette standing in front of him, waiting patiently for an answer. Sora stands looking at the ground, scuffing his feet on the floor and blus. W. When he finally realizes Riku is intent upon his answer, he spoke softly, almost too soft to be heard.
“No. I didn’t mind.”
Riku smiles warmly and pulls Sora into a quick hug. “That’s good. I was a little worried…I don’t want to lose you again, Sora.” He releases his friend before his face gets so hot it could burst into flame and walks into the bedroom. He hears Sora follow him hesitantly, and decides to break the tension.
“Though, you know, for a moment, I thought you had forgotten how to sleep.”
“Riku, stop teasing me!” Sora whines. Riku grins back at him.
“Alright, alright, just don’t do anything like that again, okay?”
“Okay…” Sora says from around a yawn. He shakes his head, blinking sleepily. Riku smiles and half pushes, half leads him over to the bed, helping him take off his shoes. He turnes to take care of his own clothes when Sora strips down to his boxers. When he is done, he turns back to the bed where Sora is now, leaning over him and bracing himself with his arms.
“After all I told you, Sora… Do you still want me to stay? It’s all right if you aren’t comfortable with me sleeping with you.”
Sora looks into Riku’s eyes, his nose and cheeks turning a pale pink. “It’s okay. I trust you.”
Riku smiles and hops into the bed next to Sora, pulling the covers over them both. That’s all very touching…but I don’t trust me.
“Goodnight, Sora.”
“’Night, Riku.”
* * *
The next morning, or what is considered to be morning, Riku finds himself awakening to somecallcalling his name. He opens his eyes groggily, blinking in surprise at the warm body cradled in his arms. Somehow Sora had turned to face him last night, and Riku ended up pulling the brunette into his arms. Riku rtanttantly releases a blushing Sora, muttering an apology and turning a bright red himself.
“I woke up last night and you were holding me.” Sora explains sheepishly, “I tried to wake you up then, but you were in too deep a sleep. I decided to try again later…”
“Ah, I’m sorry about that. I guess I couldn’t help myself. You… did get to sleep, right? I didn’t keep you up?”
“No, I slept okay. Maybe a little too okay…” The latter sentence was said softly, as if Sora didn’t want Riku to hear. If that was his intention, he has failed. Riku gives him a knowing smirk.
“Glad to hear it.”
Sora blushes again, moving to scramble out of the bed. “Uh, so what’s the plan today? I thwe swe should probably find a way off this world…” His stomach grumbles. “And find something to eat, though not in that order.”
Riku laughs, climbing out of the bed and stretching. He can feel Sora’s eyes on him and deliberately takes his time about it. He looks at Sora and winks. “You’re cute too.”
To his credit, Sora doesn’t blush this time. Instead he laughs weakly and rubs the back of his head. Riku wants to grab him right there, but holds himself back.
“There’s food in the cupboards, but it’s kinda plain and doesn’t taste like much.” Riku says walking past Sora. “I guess the Heartless don’t have to taste their food.”
“I didn’t know the heartless ate anything.” Sora grumbles, following Riku. “It seems a little weird that there’s food and houses and stuff and no people. If this is a heartless world…why are these things here?”
“I don’t know.” Riku admits. “But I don’t want to find out. I just want to find the King and get out of here.” Riku reaches the kitchen and rummages through the cupboards, pulling out some plain boxes filled with a dried, bread-like substance. It is the only thing he is sure is not poisonous or otherwise harmful, and felt safe giving it to Sora. There isn’t anything to drink except water, and there aren’t any cups either. After satisfying his hunger and drinking some water, Sora turns to Riku to ask,
“So, who’s the King?”
“The owner of the gold Keyblade. I had borrowed it to escape Kingdom Hearts, but lost him when we landed here. I don’t want to leave him, and now that I’vund und you, I need to find him and then look for a way off this world.”
“How’d we end up here, anyway?” Sora frowns, scrunching his brow in thought. The words Kingdom Hearts sounds familiar somehow.
“I have a few theories, but I won’t know for sure until you get your memories back.” Riku says casually. “…and that’s some information I could live without.”
“Do you have any idea on how to find him?” Sora asks, breaking into his thoughts.
“Well, the gold Keyblade can show me a general location, but not his exact location. We’ll have to do some searching. I figure he’s laying low, so he’ll be hard to locate.”
“Well then, we should get started, eh?” Sora says cheerfully, with usual smile. Riku can’t help but smile back.
“Yeah.”
An hour later both boys are under the cloud-ridden sky, jumping from the rooftop to rooftop, searching for the third Keyblade master. Their search is uneventful and soon becomes frustrating as not a trace of the king can be found. Several hours pass, their search taking them through many of the nooks and crannies of Koritsu City, and they begin to tire. Riku suggests they head back to rest a little and then keep going afterwards, and Sora is too tired to argue. They walk back in silence, Riku more then a little worried and Sora not knowing what to say.
This is all my fault. If I hadn’t been so stupid…
Riku lowers his head feeling terrible. Sora sidles up to him and gives him a nudge, startling him.
“Hey, we’ll find him.”
Riku plasters a smile on his face for Sora’s sake. “Yeah.” He says looking into warm blue eyes. His chest feels warm, and he suddenly reaches over and ruffles Sora’s hair.
“Hey!” the brunette laughs, trying to dodge the rough caress. A wild game of tag ensues, the two boys acting their true ages, and for one sweet moment, it is like none of the hardships they experienced has ever happened. Even more weary from the game, Sora loses his foottryitrying to dodge, and backs into a wall. Riku is instantly upon him, trapping him between his arms and grinning.
“Gotcha!” He exclaims in triumph and grins. Sora grins back and they both begin to laugh.
Then they notice their positions, and Riku’s eyes soften as he gazes upon the boy trapped between his arms.
“Sora…” He leans down swiftly to kiss the Keyblade master, and Sora allows it, swept up in the moment. The kiss is gentle and sweet, Riku applying just enoprespressure to show affection for his friend. Sora kisses back, bringing his arms up to wrap around Riku’s neck. He gives a soft contented sigh that shatters Riku’s control. Riku urges Sora’s lips apart and delves inside, ignoring the small noise his friend makes in surprise. He puts every ounce of feeling into the kiss he can possibly muster, trying to convey his feelings in a way words can not possibly express. After a moment, Sora relaxes, shyly meeting Riku’s tongue with his own. Overcome by his emotions, and that Sora is allowing himself to be kissed and is kissing back, Riku drags Sora off the wall and into his arms. Sora tightens his grip as well, and Riku feels as if he is in a dream, and he never wants to wake up.
The rain starts up, and Riku silently curses the storm clouds. Sora comes back to his senses as the first few raindrops kiss his forehead, and he realizes what he is doing and jumps away from Riku who gives a disappointed sigh. Sora looks as though he wants to say something, but no words come out. Riku covers his hurt with a smile.
“Hey, let’s head back to the house before this gets worse.”
Sora nods mutely and follows behind Riku. The storm begins to worsen just as they reach the small house they are staying in, and they rush inside. Riku drops off his coat and Sora goes for the blankets, feeling a little chilled. He hands one to Riku and their hands touch, causing Sora to drop the blanket on the floor.
“S-sorry.” He stammers, reaching for it and handing it back to the silver haired Keyblade wielder. Riku takes the blanket with a sad smile. He moves past Sora to go lie down and forget about the whole mess, but Sora stops him.
“Riku.”
Riku turns to look at his friend who looks tiny under the thick gray blankets. Sora looks at the floor for a moment then brings his eyes up to meet Riku’s. There is no revulsion in those sapphire pools, but there is confusion. Riku takes a hesitant step toward Sora, afraid that the other boy might turn and run.
Fortunately, Sora stays put. “I…I don’t want you to think…that I…” He loses nerve and drops his eyes. “I mean, I didn’t mean to hurt you when I pulled away…I was just…”
“Sora?” Riku asks, fighting down the warm feeling of hope that surged through his chest. Sora might not be saying what he is hoping he is saying, and Riku doesn’t want to be disappointed.
“I…I was just surprised…and a little confused…” Sora fumbles for words, unable to get his message across. Riku decides to spare him.
“It’s okay. I understand.”
He is rewarded with one of Sora’s sweet smiles. “Thanks, Riku.”
“Come on, we might as well get some rest. Sometimes these storms don’t let up for a while.”
“Yeah, I’m kinda tired.”
“Want me to take the couch?” Riku asks, grinning.
Sora blushes. “Um…I told you before that I trust you.”
“Yeah, but can I trust you?” He laughs at Sora’s pout, and pulls off his clothes to sleep. Sora does the same, muttering complaints under his breath. He climbs in the bed after Riku, who gives him a quick kiss on the lips. Sora blinks in surprise.
“Goodnight.” Riku says, turning over and burying under the covers. Sora stares at him for a moment, then let a t a long sigh, smiling at Riku’s still form for a moment before shaking his head.
“Goodnight…”
Author’s Nonsense:
Well, here we are at the end of chapter three. This chapter is nothing but what I like to call Yaoi-candy. Yes, this chapter has little to do with the actual story, it just serves to entertain all you fan girls and boys. ^_^ Did it? Please let me know, reviews give me confidence and confidence makes me write faster. Want the translation for part two’s title? Here ya go!
Soba Ni Iru Kara
Because You’re By My Side
Mood Music:
Ramirez’s theme-Skies of Arcadia
Beautiful, but sadly painful fight- X/1999 soundtrack
Time Scar- Chrono Cross Soundtrack
Destiny- X/1999 soundtrack
Thank you for all the lovely reviews. You are wonderful! Only one of you told me what to do for Pisces though…how do you expect me to do chapter two unless you tell me what you want to see happen! :’( And no fair flaming me when you have no real flame! X( (by the way, since you insist, I will write it anyway…) Well, that’s all I have to say. Are you watching the Keyblades? No one has figured out who Mizu is yet…(evil grin). There are more hints in this chapter. Give a guess, you may be right! Well, I had better get working on Pisces, huh? See you next chapter!
Ciao!
P.S. Chapter four WILL NOT come out as quickly as three did. I have Pisces to write and a third fic called Temptation with will have long chapters as some of you have requested. Also, I have my last two exams to study for. This is just a warning so you don’t look back in a week and go, “Where is it?” Alright, I am gone for real. See you in Pisces, chapter two which should be out in a few days, a week at the very latest.
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