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Infected	By : Himitsu_no_Tokumei Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Together
Riku paced the width of his room. Somewhere in his mind he figured this had to be akin to Post Traumatic Syndrome, this lingering regret and fear of what he was and had done. Kairi had been out for several hours, or so he heard from Sora when the boy, no, he was no longer a boy, but a young man just a year younger than Riku was, came over to tell him the horror story about his good friend’s attacker who delivered her unconscious body to her parents. That is, before he realized Riku was the one who brought her back, so he couldn’t be the attacker, right? That hurt the young vampire even more. Sora trusted him whole heartedly, and he was a monster, jealous for no reason and attacking to live. He very much wondered when a vampire hunter would just come through his window to kill him. Would they come with a wooden stake, thinking the pitiful thing could kill him? It was a funny notion, but only relieved his self-pity for a second.
            She opened the door quietly, hoping to not disturb the teen who had become so reclusive the last few weeks. She was quite surprised to see him pacing, his graceful footfalls making absolutely no noise, though very little was ever made by her son. He looked worn and haggard, aged far beyond even her years and yet retaining a radiance of youth she couldn’t understand. His pattern was easily discerned, it was one he took whenever something deep troubled him, yet at the same time her son seemed like a completely different person. Having always been averse to the sunlight (how else would he stay so pale?), it did not surprise her when he insisted on the curtains being drawn. But he was never this reluctant to be in someone’s company. Despite his cold demeanor, he was really close to his mother, and would often have Sora over. Now, he only seemed interested in brooding in his room, locking himself away from human contact.
            “Riku, are you alright?” his mother’s soft voice asked, the almost frail woman slipping into the dark room and closing the door. Riku jumped at the sound, turning almost frightened-like to face his mother. Practically gliding to the bed, the woman gracefully sat down. Riku almost smirked as he was one again reminded where he got a lot of his traits from. His dad, after all, was gruff and unrefined and a clod-hopper, at best. Although, some of it could have come from his now-undead body.
            Riku played with the idea of lying, but brushed it off, knowing fully well that his mother would see through it, like she had that time almost three weeks ago when he first got back after being turned. “Not really,” he admitted, looking down and sitting next to her. Had he not, she would have motioned for him to do so.
            Gently caressing his silver hair, she asked, “Do you want to talk about it with me?” He turned away more, and she replaced her hand in her lap, watching her son with saddened eyes. Why must he go through so much tribulation alone? She wondered, already knowing his answer simply by his reaction.
            “I’m sorry, Mom,” Riku whispered, unable to meet his mother’s eyes. How can I explain what is going on? How can I tell her that her only son has become a monster? “It’s… It’s not something I’m ready to talk about. Not with you, at least. I’m sorry, but…” He looked up, trailing off as his teal eyes met her soft blue ones.
            “It’s alright, Riku,” she said reassuringly, gently taking his head and pulling it down to her chest like a mother trying to soothe an ailing child. In many ways, that’s just what Riku was; a child too confused and broken to repair itself. “You might not be able to talk to me now, but please just realize that I am always willing to listen. Nothing could ever make me hate you, I promise.” Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if that was all that was the problem.
            Standing in one fluid motion, the very light-haired woman (a platinum blonde, but not straight silver like Riku’s) moved to leave. A strong grip on her wrist stopped her, and she cocked her head slightly to see its owner. “Thank you,” Riku voiced, hair hiding his face. “For understanding. I’m sorry to put you through this. It’s just… I need a bit more time to think.” She nodded even though she knew he couldn’t see her do so. The point must have gotten across, though, for Riku’s pale fingers released her wrist and allowed her to leave. Sighing, the lost teenager laid back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling but not really seeing it.
            The fear and anxiety would not leave his mother’s bones, though, and she quickly made her way down to the kitchen and the phone. The number was rusty in her memory, but she always made sure to never forget it. It rang once, twice, then there was the distinct click! of the opposite receiver being picked up, followed by the cheery, “Hello?”
            “Sora? That is you, right?” she asked immediately, trying not to sound too urgent. Whether she had, or the frequency (or lack there of) of her calls queued the normally non-observant male into the problem, she did not know.
            “Is there something wrong with Riku?” he asked after a few seconds, voice solemn, so different from the chipper mood he sported before..
            “Yeah, something like that,” she replied, taking a deep breath before continuing, “Sora, I don’t like asking for help, because it means I can’t do something and I need someone to do it for me. But, Riku isn’t ready to talk to me,” the woman stated, Sora listening intently. “He has said before that he always tells you things before he tells me. I don’t know. Maybe, do you think you could come over and give him someone to talk to?”
            “I’m already halfway to the door,” the brunette replied, holding the phone with his shoulder as he slipped on his shoes. There was a good pause where neither spoke and Sora just sat there, shoes laced and needing to only step out the wooden portal to the harsh world outside. “Thank you. For calling me. I have noticed for a bit that Riku seems off. I guess he needs a bit of help to get passed what ever it is. I’ll be over as soon as I can. Bye.”
            He was so hasty he didn’t hear her tell him “Bye” back. She had heard the click! of disconnection before she said it even, lightly shaking her head at the boy’s eagerness. It was quite obvious to her, the boys’ feelings. She hoped this could get those two together. Deep down, she knew that was not the root problem.

            Swallowing the lump in his throat, the sixteen-year-old gently rapped on his older friend’s bedroom door. The stillness in the area didn’t change, Sora wondering not for the first time since he arrived if Riku was even still in his room. To his relief the door slowly opened, said male looking away ashamed for a second before turning to take in his visitor’s face, and freezing. He had not been expecting to see the shorter male, but maybe his dad come to ‘beat’ some sense into him. No, his dad did not actually beat him, it was just play.
            “Aaare you going to invite me in?” the brunette asked, drawling on the word ‘are.’ Embarrassed by his lack of finesse (which was a characteristic of Riku) in dealing with the boy, he mutely moved to the side, arm held out behind him to invite Sora in.
            Taking three running strides, the more immature male leapt onto the medium sized bed in the room. Chuckling at his friend’s antics, Riku shut the door behind him and joined Sora on his bed, his movements holding a lot more elegance than Sora’s overly exaggerated ones. “You came here for a reason, right?” the vampire asked, trying to sound normal, nonchalant.
            Sora’s mood seemed to drop a bit at that. “I can’t just come over to see you?” he asked indignantly. “I have to have come over because I want something?”
            “That’s not what I was meaning, Sora,” Riku defended weakly, too worn and haggard to really react to his friend’s accusation. “You know I didn’t mean that…” He sighed quietly, sadly, but Sora caught it.
            “You’ve been acting differently, lately,” the boy finally stated after several minutes. “At first I thought it was just me, and I was being stupid, but your mom noticed it to. You seem to have lost your luster, your will. The fight in you is gone. You don’t even get remotely mad at you when I know what you meant by that statement. Riku is someth-” He cut off as he looked back to the silver-haired teenager next to him. Riku had his head down and in the palms of hands, knees drawn up meet the backs of his hands as some kind of support.
            I worried him, Riku realized, refusing to look at the other boy with the mixture of pain and happiness in his eyes. I worried him, and I hate that he is sad because of me, yet at the same time I’m happy because he’s sad. A part of his realized he was happy because Sora cared enough to be sad for him, but Riku really wanted to wallow in self-pity, finding it easier than facing his fears. “I’m sorry, Sora,” he said, feeling a warm hand on his wrist. “I’ve just had a lot to think about lately.”
            “I figured as much,” the younger male said, affectionately tugging on Riku’s wrist to remove it from that half of his face. Giving in, lovely blue-green eyes met deep oceanic blue ones, the owner of the latter leaning in to wrap his tanned arms around Riku’s shoulders. “I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he cooed, rubbing soothing circles on the young vampire’s back.
            Strange sensations bubbled up in Riku’s chest, his pale arms shaking as they made their way around Sora’s lithe body. Shivers started all throughout his body as a choked sound escaped his throat, accompanied by drops of salty water from his eyes. More sobs racked his suddenly fragile looking form as Riku finally broke down, Sora holding him a little tighter and continuing to hum soothing noises in his ears.
            They stayed like that for about half an hour, Sora leaning solidly against the wall behind Riku’s bed while the owner of that bed desperately clung to his shirt, wiping the tears that wouldn’t seem to stop flowing from his eyes into the rough cloth. As much as he wanted to know what could bring a stable person like Riku to his knees, Sora didn’t ask. If Riku was crying over it, trying to bring it up would not help. Instead, he silently reveled in the feeling of his body fitted with that of the other male.
            Sobs finally quieting, Riku looked up with forlorn, tortured eyes. They conveyed a single message, ‘don’t leave me alone.’ Feeling his heart wrenching from his chest, Sora swiftly leaned down and pressed his lips to Riku’s, a tanned hand moving up to mesh with the older male’s silver hair. Eyes going wide in shock and all emotions wiped from his face, Riku could only sit there in confusion, unresponsive. Pulling back sheepishly, Sora refused to meet those blue-green eyes that had regained a bit of their strength. “You just… kissed me…” Riku breathed out.
            Pink tinting his cheeks, Sora nodded, mumbling a small, “Yeah.”
            “Why?” the seventeen-year-old asked, moving back so that he was no longer sitting in Sora’s lap.
            “Um, well, you see,” Sora nervously started, glancing at Riku out of the corner of his eye. “You looked like you needed comfort, and I know that if I was feeling really down like you were that a kiss from you would really help cheer me up so I decided to tr-” he was cut off by his companion again.
            “Wait, a kiss from me would cheer you up?” Riku asked, watching more blood rush to Sora’s face at the realization of what he had just admitted. “Sora, I don’t get it. Why?”
            Lie, make something up quick! his mind screamed. “It’s k-kind of that… w-well…” the boy stuttered, scooting back a bit and preparing to bolt. “You s-see… I k-kind of might h-have a really big crush on you that f-feels a l-lot more like l-l-l…” He paused for a moment, too afraid to look at Riku, but if he had, he would have seen the strangest mix of shock and joy there. “More like love than like…” he finally managed to spit out, reflexively recoiling a bit. He felt the bed move as Riku drew closer. Panicking, he shouted, “I’m really sorry, Riku! I really should have just kept my mouth to myse-”
A pair of lips cut him off this time. Riku found his face burned with as much color as his best friend’s, more really since his skin was lighter and showed it better. When they broke away this time, it was Sora’s turn to ask questions. “Why…?”
Riku leaned his head onto Sora’s chest, still needing comforted with words of ‘everything will be alright.’ “We can be together, right?” the silver haired male asked. “It doesn’t matter that we’re both boys, right? Because I really need you, Sora. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be separated, especially from you. You don’t know how much this feels like a dream, and I just hope I don’t wake up and find you don’t really love me.”
Petting his best friend’s hair affectionately, Sora lovingly cooed, “If gender mattered I wouldn’t have fallen for you. It’ll be alright. We can be together. I won’t leave,” Sora told his best friend. Well, that would be boyfriend now.
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