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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
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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: Thanks for all your comments, kids, but I just wanted to clear something up.
I know all of Riku’s friends seem really mean, but they’re meant to all be this weird mixture of nice and bitchy at the same time: you hate them you love them style. It’s because living in a situation where you were constantly told you’re superior (like Riku and his friends are), you tend to start thinking like that, which is why they are really up themselves/bitchy. Also, you have to realise that they have been hurt by Riku’s actions. But at the same time, they’re still good people, so they’ll have their nice moments. I’m trying to give them all depth, and not make them one-dimensional characters with the sole purpose as plot devices.
You’ll see this character development as the story goes on, so don’t sweat.

The Long Weekend Away
By: neon-absinthe

-- PART I: Chapter 3 – Those Who Lost and Those Who Won --

Kairi never knew how much things can change in the space of one day.
Sure she has seen on TV those news reports of natural disasters which destroyed buildings and towns and killed thousands in a matter of minutes. It had even occurred to her just how much these calamities can affect the life of anyone caught in the middle of it. Everything you’ve ever known, destroyed – home, school, work, local hangouts; your family and friends injured, missing, or even dead.
So her situation was nowhere near as severe as those, but it still shook the solid foundations of her privileged safe little haven.
She tried her hardest to ignore Riku and continue eating in relative silence with Leon. Riku can’t make her world stop spinning whenever he pleases.
No he can’t.
He shouldn’t.
Then why was this so hard?
She gave Leon a look, which he understood immediately. That’s what she liked about Leon. He understood things without words.
Which was perfect right now as she found it too…shameful to physically speak about how much Riku alone could affect her.
Kairi packed her things daintily. She hardly had a bite of her salad, but wasn’t hungry in the least. Rising loftily to her feet, the redhead decided that for the first time, she would get to class early. Extremely early.
However, everything in life is a double edged sword.
Sure she saved herself some heartache now, but had Kairi just stayed a little longer for events to unfold, she would have saved herself an even bigger heartache later on.

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Wakka looked like a fish.
His mouth opened and closed, half about to say something, and then changing his mind.
“You’re…ga-…” he trailed off, not even completing the sentence or saying any of the usual expletives.
Then he shook his head, making his crazy quiff sway.
“Wait, wait, wait. So this boy is your boyfriend. Not as in a friend who’s a boy, but as in boyfriend boyfriend?”
Turqoise eyes scanned the shocked faces. What other reaction had he expected anyway?
“Yeah,” he supplied simply.
“Your boyfriend?” the redhead repeated.
“Yeah.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“Yeah.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“Yes, Wakka,” Riku answered exasperatedly. “My boyfriend. How many times would you like me to repeat that for it to get through into your thick little skull?”
“A few more fucking times than that, please,” he retorted. “But…you fuck girls, don’t ya? You’ve always fucked girls. You’ve fucked many girls. And with Kairi and all. And you’re gay?”
“Not gay, exactly,” the silver-haired explained patiently. “More like bi, I guess.”
He shifted uncomfortably in the silence, feeling Sora trying to remain as still and as buried behind him as possible.
“As in, I guess I still find girls attractive,” he furthered, attempting to fill in the tension.
Thankfully, Selphie had finally found her voice. “Sorry…this is just, like, whoa! I mean, who here expected that?”
Not a single one even bothered to hide the uncomfortableness in their chuckling.
The bubbly brunette, as usual, was the most optimistic of them all. “I guess I can deal with this change. I mean, it can’t be anymore full on than seeing you molest girls in public. It’s just a guy now. What’s the difference?”
“What’s the difference?” Wakka’s insertion immediately smothered Riku’s short lived relief at Selphie’s roundabout approval. “It’s plain fucking…weird, that’s what.”
He knew it wasn’t going to be easy anyway.
Yuffie followed with a soft snort. “I don’t believe this,” she gave a dry chuckle. “And here I was hoping you could give me a good excuse and explain everything. I sure didn’t expect it to be coming out of the closet with some country bumpkin queer.”
Sora made a soft whimper.
Now Riku was pissed. It would have been alright if Yuffie had just picked on him. After all, he deserved it. But Sora had absolutely nothing to be blamed for.
“Do not call him that.”
“…Yuff,” Selphie quietly added, “that was really mean.”
Turning around sharply, the violet-eyed teenager shifted her anger to the shorter girl. “Whose side are you on, exactly, Selph? Some spoilt self-centered fuckstick’s who abandons his friends at a drop of a hat? Or me, your best friend? Have you already forgotten what he did to us?”
“No,” was the mumble. “But that’s not the point,” she argued weakly.
“What planet are you on? It’s the entire point.”
Steering the Yuffie’s attention back onto himself, Riku pushed Selphie out of the firing line. “I understand that I’m not going to be in your good graces anytime soon, Yuffie, and I accept that. But I think you’re getting a little too emotional with this and going a little too far.” He paused. “Stop being such a bitch.”
Those five simple words became triggers to an explosive.
“Don’t call me a fucking bitch, you bastard!” she almost screamed back, getting up from the couch so abruptly she knocked the coffee table forward a few inches. “At least I understand loyalty to my friends and my family. I would never abandon them like you did. Did you ever once think about what your family felt? What we, your best friends since forever, felt when you just…never returned from the weekend?”
He had no answer.
But the raven-haired girl was more than happy to answer for him.
“Like fucking shit, Riku. That’s how we felt. Like little insignificant pieces of used shit!”
“That’s enough, Yuffie. Sit down before the whole school can write a thesis on our problems,” Tidus interrupted, placing a hand on her forearm and gently attempted to pull her down.
But Yuffie could not be calmed. “Fuck off, Tidus,” she shook him off. “I’m going to go sit with Kairi and Leon. At least they don’t suffer from amnesia.”
“Yuffie,” Selphie called after her in futile, and was answered with a dark silence.
No one said anything for the longest while as they sat in their own pensive silence.
It didn’t get any better when Wakka spoke up.
Letting out a long whistle, the redhead spoke distractedly. “Look see, I can deal with the whole…run away teenage angst shit you got going on for now. But man, this queer thing kinda freaks me out.” He shook his head fervently. “Sorry, dude,” tapping his temple. “I need some time for this to…ya know…sink in.”
With a pained grin, which looked so wrong on his usually jovial face, the redhead quickly made his exit.
And then there were four.
A tired groan escaped him as Riku slumped down, depleted of energy, and closed his eyes. As if that would block out anything. He felt Sora’s warm little hands seeking his, wrapping them around his, soothing away the coldness.
God, Sora was the sweetest, most caring person alive with a heart of gold. Why couldn’t anyone see that? Were they blind? And he’s been through so much already, to have to put up with this bullshit after Riku promised they would finally be happy.
On top of that, he, himself, was just so…tired.
Running away from his problems, though it had its perks, was far harder than he had ever imagined. Like the little annoying voice at the back of his head had constantly reminded him for the past year and a half, he just wasn’t ready to be on his own. He was far too young and inexperienced.
And til then, far too protected.
But now he’s gone and destroyed in one fell swoop the better aspects of his life, leaving it in shattered chaotic pieces. Too bad it was only the tip of the iceberg.
“Riku?”
Once again, it was Selphie who spoke first. Cynically, Riku noted that was probably the longest silence he’s ever heard out of the brunette when she was still conscious.
He let out a mental sigh and slowly opened his eyes, the green-eyed girl’s face becoming more focused as silver lashes parted from his vision.
“Yeah?” As if he really needed to ask.
Selphie hesitated. Another miracle.
“You’ll always be my friend you know. I don’t care if you like girls, or boys, or even if you get off on…watching children cartoons. Like really stupid, completely non-sexual or suggestive cartoons. Like Spongebob or something.”
Riku stared at her for a moment, then chuckled heartily. He felt his tightly wound tension being expelled with each laugh.
At times, he thought Selphie could be so childish and ridiculous, that he’d question why they got along, other than being in the same family circles, as their interests differed so greatly.
But then she’d do something like this, and he’d remember why he was drawn to her all over again.
“Thank you, Selphie.”
Selphie beamed. “’S okay, pal. I’m sure you would have done the same for me.” Turning to Sora, her smile softened. “It’s nice to meet you, Sora, I’m Selphie.”
For the first time in thirty minutes, Sora cautiously let his guard down.
“Nice to meet you too, Selphie,” he replied timidly.
And Tidus?
He just offered a small grin.
But sometimes, that’s all one needs.

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A couple of sparrows flew by, circling each other playfully as they went.
Sunlight danced off their wings, giving just the right sequence and amount of glints of sun that they seemed to be surrounded by magic.
If it wasn’t for the window muffling it all, Kairi bet their squeaks would have been lyrical.
But there she was, sitting in History with her chin in her hand, elbow propped up on her desk, gazing out the window. There was no point in paying attention. The class was boring, and her teacher, a pervert. She always got B pluses or higher on her homework anyway, and could easily cram and catch up when mid years arrived.
Besides, she couldn’t concentrate.
After her earlier escape this morning, Kairi thought herself to be composed and ready to face her demons. That’s why she returned for lunch.
But as soon as she saw his face, the teenager knew she had overestimated herself.
And now, in this boring class, the crimson-haired beauty began to wonder why she bothered returning at all.
“Kairi?”
Her ocean blue eyes flitted to her History teacher. Mr Yen Sid was staring at her, a little leery, waiting for her reply. Along with his were all the eyes of the class.
Apparently her name had been called several times to no effect. Wow. She really was distracted.
“Well, Kairi?” The slimy man repeated. His sultry tone sent disgusted shivers down her spine.
Kairi slowly lifted her head from their comfortable position, removed her arms from the table and sat up straight. She crossed her long legs as a precaution.
“Well what?” her tone was cocky. After all, she was beautiful, popular, affluent and came from a powerful family. She didn’t need to be polite to paedophiles.
“The question, my dear. Why was Lenin able to gain so much support for the Bolsheviks?” he repeated, voice dripping in a false sweetness laced with deviant intentions. “My, my, someone’s distracted. What ever could be the matter?”
Well that started up a silent class. By now, Kairi doubted the existence of a person who hadn’t heard about Riku.
She gracefully crossed her arms and glared.
But the educator just smiled. “Pouting is unbecoming of a fine lady such as yourself.”
It was when his eyes seemed to drift lower that she realised she had unwittingly pushed out her breasts. Quickly removing her arms, she adopted a more conservative posture.
Mr Sid just kept grinning in that leering way.
Doesn’t anyone else see this? Or do they just enjoy seeing her suffer?
“Alright then, seeing as Kairi doesn’t know the answer. Does anyone else wish to attempt the question? Perhaps you, Belle?”
Thank god it was her last class for the day.
Kairi had never been more relieved when that dreaded bell finally rang. She had her things packed up and had messaged her driver to be ready long before; she only had to shoot out of her seat and head towards the door. Her plan was to make the quickest journey from the classroom to the parking lot as possible.
All seemed well when she spotted Mr. Cricket opening the door to the limousine, waiting for her. Home was but a fifteen minute drive away.
However, her thoughts were interrupted by a distant shout of “Kairi!”
Out of her peripheral vision, Kairi could see Yuffie jogging towards her, her long legs attracting stares.
Oh, what now?
As much as she loved her half-Wutainese friend, Kairi really felt she couldn’t deal with anyone right now. Pretending to not hear the much clearer but puffed shout of “Wait up!”, Kairi hurriedly climbed into the limo. As soon as Mr. Cricket got into his seat behind the wheel, Kairi turned to him.
“Drive. Hurry.”
No questions asked, they were off.
The roads flew past and mixed into a wild blur in her short-term memories. The soft music flowing from the speakers flew right over her head. She almost didn’t even register her phone blaring and vibrating fervently, signalling an incoming call. A quick glance at the screen told her it was Yuffie. She let it ring for a while until the black-haired girl conceded defeat and hung up, but not before two beeps alerted redhead to a received message.
But she wasn’t sure she wanted to read it yet.
It was only until Kairi had entered her lavishly furnished bedroom twenty minutes or so later, that she decided to check her phone. And immediately wished she hadn’t.
Yeah, it was from Yuffie.
Hey, are you okay? Why’d u run off on me like that? Anyway, really didn’t want to tell you this through sms, but you didn’t pick up. Just thought u should know before hearing it from smone else. It’s Riku. He’s picked up himself a BOYFRIEND. Yeah, i know. Some pathetic little thing called Sora. Attached photo. Call if u wanna talk, i’ll wait. See you tomorrow, k? Remember we love u. xx
It was just a mixture of letter and spaces and punctuation in a specific order. It shouldn’t mean anything.
But to Kairi, it did. So much so.
Blankly, her dark blue eyes finished scanning that badly spelled and grammar-ed text. Kairi thought she couldn’t get any more numb as she opened the attached file.
It was a blurry ill-aimed phone photo, but at the same time so very very clear. A little brunet bundle nestled into Riku. Blue eyes, pink lips, cute looking.
Blue eyes.
Were they bluer than hers? Did they have many shades of blue which swirl into each other in perfect harmony? Did they remind Riku of beautiful things, like the ocean or the sky?
Pink lips.
Were they pretty and bow-shaped? Were they smooth to touch and soft to kiss? Are they also sexy and pouty when he wants them to be?
The phone slipped through her loosened fingers.
Cute looking.
Was this what Riku liked? Was this was Riku preferred?
…Was Sora better than she was?
A mysterious coolness appeared on her cheek. Curiously, she swiped at it and looked down at her fingers.
Wetness. Huh.
It’s so pathetic that she’s crying…over him, yet again. She promised herself that Riku wasn’t worth her tears. And yet he was. And it was this confusion and emotional conflict, which made her even more pathetic.
Something was bubbling in her chest.
What this emotion was, she didn’t know. But it was so forceful. Tearing and clawing inside her, burning and burning, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. She felt like there was a storm of chaos and emotion inside of her, wanting out, out, OUT!!
An enraged cry pierced the air. Shortly followed by the thunderous crack of shattering glass.
And then silence.
And ragged breathing.
The maids didn’t know what was happening. The nearest one rushed up to Kairi’s room as fast as she could, thinking the worst.
When she got there, she saw the ground littered with shattered glass, all pooling at the foot of the massive mahogany vanity. And the priceless antique jewellery box the young mistress received for her birthday from her grandparents in pieces mixed into the shard pile.
The redhead herself was slumped in a chair, looking like she hadn’t slept in days. Her haunted blue eyes now seemed black, and it was staring right at her, intensely and unblinkingly, but without seeing.
The maid unwittingly shrunk back a little and looked away, unable to hold such a haunting stare. It wasn’t until the arrival of the other employees, also hurrying over to see what the commotion was, that she joined them in cleaning up the mess.
Kairi could hardly register the movement of the maids within her room. She couldn’t really concentrate on anything, except the irregular pattern of her heartbeat and the tangled thoughts in her head.
The mirror – another seven years of bad luck to the horrible last two years she’s already had.
The last time something like this had happened was almost a year and a half ago. When Riku went away for the weekend and never returned. His long weekend away – the longest of her life.
And even then, she thought, perhaps it was partly her fault.

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Riku’s house was so beautiful.
No, Riku’s manor was so beautiful.
Sora doubted he’d ever come to a point in time when he’d fail to notice this.
It even had its own name. Hollow Bastion was what it was called.
Not to sound girly, but he felt like Cinderella walking into Prince Charming’s palace for the first time…every time. Except as a boy, of course.
Even the driveway from the iron gates up to the steps of the front door was a bit of a trek, and partly why Riku always insist on taking the car when he goes out. And once again not to sound girly, but Sora tended to enjoy strolling past the beautiful and well maintained garden, stopping every now and then to admire the flowers and sit by the fountain.
Just walking into the front door, Sora felt like he walked into a grand ballroom. The entry hallway was massive, encompassing long mirrors and wall size windows, and an impressive staircase of dark red carpeting leading to the upper levels to greet all guests arriving through the door. To complete the grandeur, the high ceiling stretched up to the top of all three floors, creating beautiful balconies of the higher floors, and was iced with a large crystal chandelier.
It was obvious the Samuels preferred the influence of the past aristocracy.
But Riku, being the rebellious child he was who liked to choose his own destiny, had added a little touch of himself to his originally equally aristocratic bedroom on the top floor of his wing – the West Wing.
Most of the furniture in the room were very retro and futuristic, clashing with the antique feeling of the elegant forest green walls and lucratively carved cream ceiling. A large titanium, onyx and glass desk set lined one side of the room. An even bigger four poster bed with sinful black satin sheets dominated the middle of the room. Other retro things like red and white bean bags, the fluffy white rug and the kitschy lamp were scattered around the room.
And of course, a little of bit Riku here and there. Like many teenage boys, the posters of favourite movies and bands and friends and other random but interesting things plastered in a vague line across the walls. A guitar could be spotted in a corner, under a small basketball hoop. The large home entertainment system with cds, dvds, and playstation and xbox games stacked neatly around it.
But the difference between other teenage boys and Riku, was the undertone of organisation and suppression entrenched in the vibe of the room. The feeling of conformity.
But before Sora could examine his jumbled assessments, he realised that Riku was looking at him expectantly.
For no real reason, Sora flushed. Those overactive cheeks of his were really starting to become irritating, not to mention embarrassing.
On the plus side, the sight brought a smile to Riku’s turquoise eyes.
“What are you blushing for,” the silver-haired asked gently, but the blatant amusement may have added a touch of smirking.
“Nothing,” Sora flushed harder. “No reason.” He pressed his cooler hands to his cheeks, hoping to force the heat away. “I don’t know why I blush so much,” the brunet confessed in a mumble.
“It’s not a bad thing,” the older boy reassured him. “Besides, I like it when you blush,” he teased, hinting at something not so innocent.
Sora let out an exaggerated half sigh half moan, “You’re not helping, Rikuuu!” hiding his reddening cheeks.
“Sora, I just told you I liked it when you blush,” the silver-haired started to advance slowly, a smirk adorned his handsome face. “Which means I would try and make you blush as much as possible.” Sora let out a squeak. “So why would I help you try and get rid of it?”
Sora was silent for a moment. “Because it’s embarrassinggg!! I feel like a little boy when I blush.”
“Technically we’re both still boys. Besides, I still blush.”
“What?” Sora was shocked. “No you don’t.”
Riku let out a chuckle and leant closer to the other boy’s ear. “Maybe not on my face.”
Sora paused. Then, “Riku, you’re such a pervert.”
The silver-haired hummed a small kiss before turning. “I’ll just inform the maids to set up afternoon tea in the garden,” and promptly left the room, sparing a little glance back.
It left Sora time to explore the area.
Ever since he first arrived, Sora spent a little time everyday exploring the little things which made up Riku’s presence in this massive and impersonal castle. It was strange for him to see his boyfriend in his home environment, when Sora was only used to seeing the older boy in his own. Thinking back, Riku had never outwardly shown any uneasiness, even when he didn’t know a thing about the environment that Sora was so comfortable and familiar in. And now that the tables have turned and Sora has been placed into Riku’s world, he realised what a feat it must have been for Riku to keep a collected façade while struggling to comprehend what was common local knowledge to everyone else.
In retrospect, there were so many things Sora didn’t know about Riku, but was too shy to ask.
Which is why these few minutes of ‘Riku-exploring’ were so important to him.
He absentmindedly strolled over to the shelves, socks scuffing against the carpet, glancing over the photographs. There were many school photos of Riku, like a pictorial timeline of his life. From young child to primary schooler to high schooler. A few crazy frames of groups of friends, where he could now recognise a few faces, including the ones of him and Kairi, and several shots of what could only be taken at award ceremonies and sport events.
Riku seemed like a very well rounded person. Not that Sora didn’t know that before.
Despite the multitude of other photos, his cerulean eyes were constantly drawn back to the family portrait, almost hidden behind everything else.
It was a small picture, encased in a thin, simple but elegant wooden frame. In it were four figures placed in that professional photography background of navy blue. A tall imposing man with long white hair and piercing golden eyes stood next too an equally tall woman of black hair. He had a large strong hand on the shoulder of a sixteen year old teenage boy with long silver hair and piercing green eyes, while the other hand was on the other boy of similar features, but at a younger age of about six.
Those expressions could hardly be called smiles. But they weren’t scowls either. Just looks of…strength and success.
It might as well have been a business photograph. The familial closeness and undertones of affection seemed to have been stripped from the scene. They looked like mannequins, granted beautiful mannequins, who have been placed into the ‘family position’ by the photographer.
How strange, Sora thought.
But maybe it wasn’t. Maybe this was the typical family. He wouldn’t know. After all, he’s been an orphan pretty much his whole life.
The sound of soft soles on carpet recaptured the brunet’s attention.
“Which one is you?” he asked, pointing to the photograph, unaware of just how innocent his tone was and how much it contributed to the cringe Riku felt and promptly covered. “There are two boys in this photo and I can’t tell which one you are.”
“I’m the younger one,” the green eyed boy answered shortly. “My brother, Sephiroth, is about ten years older than me.”
“Really?” Sora smiled. “I didn’t know you had a brother. Tell me about him.”
“There’s nothing to tell.” A hesitation. “He’s just…very good at what he does.”
Sora visibly deflated. “Oh, okay.” Perhaps Riku is in a bad mood all of a sudden. He’ll ask later. “Well, where are your parents, if you don’t mind me asking. I haven’t seen them around at all and I’ve been living here with you for about two weeks already.”
Another pause. “They’re travelling overseas for business at the moment.”
Blue eyes widened. “And they left you all alone?”
Riku shrugged.
“And you’re okay with that?” The idea of any child with actual parents and wanting to spend time away from them boggled Sora. Didn’t they know what a privilege it was to have people who unconditionally loved you? “When are they coming back?”
For some reason, Riku’s beautiful green eyes narrowed as he glared out the window. The mumble was almost inaudibly when uttered through clenched teeth. “Hopefully never.”
“What?” Did Sora hear him wrong? He knew that that time when sand accidentally got in his ear had caused some damage, even though matron was adamant it hadn’t.
“Nothing,” Riku waved him off. And like a magic act, that beautiful gentle smile reserved only for him replaced the subtle scowl. “Don’t worry about it.”
And Sora didn’t; he felt instantly better. Such were some of Riku’s unique powers – to instantly drive away his fears and worries. “So what did you want to do after afternoon tea?”
“Well usually I’d probably go over to…” then he let out a soft dry laugh and shook his head. “No. I was going to say head over to Kairi’s house, but we’re not exactly friends anymore, are we?”
Sora didn’t know what to say.
“Well, we could go to Hinterlands for an early dinner – one of our more legal usual hangouts. It’s an exclusive restaurant downtown that has consistently received three Michelin stars. We’d usually go there maybe twice a week…oh wait,” the older boy muttered, half berating himself, “I keep forgetting the not friends part.”
Finally Riku let out a defeated sigh and looked at the brown-haired boy. “You know what, why don’t we just have a spa and relax for a bit. Nice and simple. And it’ll just be the two of us.”
The guilt was settling in. Sora was unsure of what to say. It was because of him that Riku had to avoid all his old places and habits.
“Uh…okay.”
It was because of him that Riku had the defeated tone just then. Riku and defeated should never appear in the same sentence, especially when he was the cause…
“Riku?” a small voice sounded as a soft hand grabbed at his forearm as he turned away.
“You don’t want to go in the spa?” a silver eyebrow lifted. “I promise it’ll be very nice and relaxing. We have one of the latest models of Jacuzzis available on the market.”
“It’s not that,” the brunet cutely shook his head. “It’s just…” sigh “Riku,” soulful blue eyes peered up at him and he was disturbed by how distressed they were. “Riku,” he repeated, “if you really want, I don’t have to be here. I mean, I was doing…alright, I guess, before you let me come live here and–”
“No.”
Sora’s eyes widened at the response, as if he truly wasn’t expecting it. “But…I’m causing all these problems with your friends and what will you parents say when they–” he sputtered.
“No.”
“Riku!” the last syllable rising with the younger boy’s fluctuating emotions. “Be serious here. After everything you’ve done for me, I don’t want to be the one that ultimately ruins your life!”
But Riku just let out a light chuckle. Placing his hands around the brunet’s arms, he bent down and looked Sora straight in the eye.
“Don’t be so melodramatic, Sora,” the taller boy reassured him softly. “I’m being entirely serious. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I don’t call pursuing that ‘ruining my life’.” Leaning a little bit closer till he could place a kiss on those rosy cheeks, causing blue eyes to flutter closed momentarily “You’re going to have a hell of a time trying to get away from me, so once again and for the final time, No.”
Sora was numb from the cheek down. He could feel himself flushing; his boyfriend’s steps became softer and softer as he strode away to call someone to prepare the Jacuzzi.
‘The best thing to happen to his life’.
Those words soared in the dimensions of his mind and tugged the brightest of beams onto his face. It was so lovely to feel some form of unconditional love after so long without it.
Annoyingly, however, the biting voice of his underdeveloped self-esteem remarked that it may be questionable what Riku feels for him could be called ‘unconditional’.
But Sora could still hope…and wish…and dream that it was.

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’s people like you who make me want to write
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