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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
- 3
- 4
- 5
Warnings: AU. Fairly OOC and cliché (with Rich Popular Riku and Shy Sora. But hopefully the actual storyline is less cliché). A lotta swearing and fluff alert; drug use and adult situations 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 just want to say a few things based on the reviews (thanks guys) you left me. Firstly, I know Sora doesn’t exactly have a backbone at the moment, but he will eventually. Yes, it’s partly due to the fact that he’s been placed in an entirely new environment and he’s already shy. But there’s other major things contributing to his timid nature, which won’t be revealed till much later.
Which leads to my other point. Just so you all know, the full scope of what actually happened to Riku (and Sora) will only be revealed at the second part, but there will be snippets and hints here and there. The entire story will divide into three parts. Part one is right now, where the story will focus on the drama of the fucked up life that Riku leads and him trying to make peace with everyone. Part two will be about the mysterious year and a half. And part three I can’t say, coz even that would be a spoiler.
And writing this chapter made me realise what a long, drawn out story this is gonna be – I had to expand the plot meant for one chapter to three chapters…I guess those who decide to stick with me will be in for the long haul.

The Long Weekend Away
By: neon-absinthe

-- PART I: Chapter 4 – Decision (I) --f
Eyes.
Brown eyes. Blue eyes. Green eyes. Hazel eyes. Grey eyes.
So many eyes pointed this way.
God.
Was this what being a circus side-show freak was like?
Being stared at shamelessly all the time, knowing the exact reasons behind those gazes?
And on top of that, knowing without a doubt that the reasons were snide and mocking and far from being complimentary?
Kairi might as well go and join the circus given the attention she’s been receiving since she arrived on school grounds just then.
But worst of all, it was like they all knew. It was like every glance and stare had x-ray vision, which delved deep into her mind and instantly worked out what she was still struggling to come to terms with.
Her defeat.
Kairi didn’t know why she even bothered coming to school today. Judging by her watch, she had unwittingly skipped half the day being already three periods late, and would only be around for two more. Especially given the deadly hangover she has, having spent all night out, drinking and bar-hopping til dawn, finding comfort in bodies that she knew wasn’t Riku’s.
But it all came down to that, didn’t it.
Staring at the distorted reflection of her face in her cocktail glass through a haze of tears (or was it just tiredness) the redhead beauty mentally replayed all the events which included or were related to Riku in any way over the course of her life. And by the end of it, she had decided that, perhaps she and Riku were just not meant to be.
After all, she had known him for most of both their lives, and still yet had not won over his heart. At least not really. And yet for this boy, this Sora, who only met him a mere year ago, Riku is already willing to sacrifice everything that was so important to him…his image, status and reputation…just for him.
How does one compete with that? Isn’t that a signal enough?
But then again, so what?
Life moves on, right? Big deal, so she lost the love of her life…to a boy.
…God, that was even humiliating just to think, let alone say out loud.
What will her mother think? What will the families think? Especially after what she had done.
Denial wasn’t a plausible escape, which truly was too bad because she just didn’t want to accept it.

--

Based on prior experience, Riku knew that it was the second day, not that first, which was the worst when in the face of a scandal.
Typically, people are still reeling from shock and struggling to come to terms with what had happened on the first day. But by the second, the rumours and facts have already been closely examined, discussed and debated, and majority opinions formed. People are just that much more judgemental and vicious by the second day.
This was the type of day facing Sora and himself. How fun.
The student car park extended to several levels of underground parking, its size as expected of one of the top wealthiest private schools in the country. He could have gotten his driver to drop the two of them off if he wanted to. That certainly would have saved him time on parking. But what was the fun of having so many rare top-of-the-line cars that most people could only dream of touching, let alone owning, when one didn’t even drive them? Besides, limousines have long lost their novelty and he didn’t like the idea of putting his life into the driving ability of someone he didn’t really know.
Riku directed his sleek black Jaguar XJ sedan around the bay of expensive cars made for the children of the rich and powerful, heading directly for the spots placed closest to the building’s entrance – the only ones on the surface level which were protected under a shelter should it rain. Amongst that row was a bay well established to be his unofficial parking bay – one of many perks of being ‘popular’.
Emerald eyes took a discreet glance left at Sora, who was looking solemnly out the window, deep in thought. Even in that brief glimpse, Riku could safely deduce that the other boy was tense and nervous – looking so small and unsure sitting in the black leather seat. Like so many times in this past week, Riku just wanted to reach over and gently hold his lover’s hand or give him a tight comforting hug and whisper in his ear not to worry. And just for fun, he’d do it without warning, if only to catch that cute surprised look on the brunet’s face every he did something like that when Sora wasn’t expecting it and his bright azure eyes widened in response.
Thinking about it brought a small smile to Riku’s face. Maybe after the car was parked, he’d get his intended reaction from his little boyfriend.
However, it was just too bad that the day had other plans aside from working out smoothly for him.
Just seconds after Riku began to turn into the bay, a flash of metallic blue zoomed past the front of his Jaguar, narrowly missing it, and stopped neatly and perfectly within the confines of the white lines with a sharp authoritative screech of tires.
The sudden motion of his own car’s abrupt halt caused both he and Sora to jut forward sharply into cutting constrains of their seatbelts. Thankfully the silver-haired, being a practised driver, had fast enough reflexes to brake the car just in time from colliding with the offending vehicle. But only barely.
“What’s –” he vaguely heard Sora mutter in surprise once he recovered from shock, before big blue eyes turned to face him. “Riku?”
No answer.
The entire of Riku’s attention was focused intently on the scene just beyond their windscreen. His normally elegant hands gripped the steering wheel with crushing force and his jaw was drawn so tightly it reminded Sora of a wound spring, ready to explode with release at any moment.
The back of a silver Aston Martin One-77 faced them from its lazy comfortable position in the spot where his own luxury car was usually spotted. The sunlight on the strong metallic paint coating cast glares into his eyes, almost menacingly.
It seemed Leon has made it a habit of parking in his usual spot in the time he’s been gone.
A sleek navy door opened gracefully and a tall figure stepped out with ease. An air of mocking indifference stung the atmosphere as the boy took his time retrieving his shoulder bag and gym duffel, closing the door nonchalantly and locking the car with a set of beeps and flashes of yellow light.
And then he turned around.
Dark stormy blue eyes hidden under a cover of messy chocolate brown tresses stared straight into a pair of jade irises. That prominent infamous scar, which runs diagonally down across his brow to the bridge of his nose, doused him in an air of deadly mystery. Marked with arrogance and challenge, the boy gave a slight jut of his chin upwards. His eyes never wavered.
Riku needed no incentive to return the call.
Tinted windows rolled down to reveal the irritated countenance of the original reining prince of Radiant Garden Academy, his famous silver hair framed his face in such a way that seemed caused his green eyes to intensify with suppressed anger.
“Care to explain that, Leon?” Riku’s tone held a hint of a more volatile emotion lurking beneath its calm façade.
The brunet in question didn’t even bother to attempt feigned surprise.
“Explain what?” he replied flatly. His blatant sarcasm nipped at Riku’s patience.
“You cutting in front of me when I was clearly intending to park,” he bit out. “It’s fucking rude. We could have collided.”
“Oh? I must not have seen you.” Since when was Leon so vindictive? Or so in the mood to play mind games?
“Cut the bullshit, Leon. This is where I’ve always parked.”
Stormy blue eyes turned a shade darker and icier. It seemed Riku had unwittingly pushed the danger button which allowed the infamous cold attitude of Leon Hart to claw its way to the surface. The brown-haired teen’s mood seemed to darken instantaneously as he stood there surveying his former friend in cold silence.
When the he finally replied, he spoke slowly and clearly, sounding out every word so there would be no confusion or ambiguity.
“Not anymore, you don’t.”
Anyone one else would have turned tail and scampered off under such a dangerous glare. Despite there never being any actual evidence, to anyone’s knowledge, proving the dangerous or illegal activity he had supposedly committed or was involved in, the mysterious aura surrounding the dark and handsome Leon Hart was fraught with rumours and exaggerated tales of wild conduct and impossible conquests.
But Riku wasn’t just anyone.
“Are you trying to play the tough guy?” he raised a silver brow. “How long did it take you to work out this ridiculous little stunt just to piss me off?”
Leon just smirked faintly, welcoming the arrival of a long intimidating silence, letting it settle in amongst them. The simplicity of his reaction made Riku re-examine his own confidence in this battle of wit.
And it was probably exactly what he wanted to do: to rattle Riku’s armour.
In some ways, Leon Hart was so inept at understanding the mechanisms behind social relations and interactions. But in other ways, he defined these terms. This was just an example of the latter. It was probably one of the reasons why so many feared and admired the dark teen – the ease in which he manipulated fear.
“You are so insignificant on my radar, Riku Samuel, that I would not bother wasting time and energy for the sole pointless purpose of ‘pissing you off’.” If the brown-haired boy ever drawled, this icy statement would be as close to that as possible.
“I’ve been parking here for a little over a year now. The only reason you were able take my spot yesterday, was because I was running a little late. Keep that in mind next time,” the scarred boy muttered and briskly turned and left. A cold mechanical exit.
Once upon a time, Riku was one of the special ones to Leon. He was one of the only people whom the aloof and reticent Hart son allowed to get close: whom he smiled at and hung out with; who was allowed to see behind the walls that were put up to keep everybody else out. What a big contrast to becoming one of the only ones he went out of his way to be deliberately nasty to.
Like the collapse of a row of dominos, Riku’s thought unwittingly focused on his alienation of his other ex-best friends, one after another. Like Yuffie’s pure loathing towards him. And Wakka’s uncertainty about him. Even Selphie and Tidus, who welcomed him home more readily than the others had, he felt a definite gap filled with mistrust separating him and them, which definitely didn’t exist before. And Kairi. How different their relationship now is.
But worst of all. He knew none of this would have happened had it not been for his rash decisions a year and a half ago.
Maybe this horrible feeling was regret?
Riku was suddenly reminded of where they were – in the middle of the school car park, surrounded by crowds of fellow students just having arrived for the school day. He felt very naked under their gazes.
In fact, almost every pairs of eyes around the parking lot was trained, whether blatant or discreet, exclusively on this part of the area. He was sure that everyone who wasn’t present to witness his and Hart’s spat, would know down to the last juicy detail by lunch.
Looking away, Riku robotically directed his car away from the scene of all the tension and away from the judgemental stares of his fellow school mates – many who once admired, respected and feared him and his social position and familial connections, but now…he didn’t know. It was all just another reminder of the consequences of his actions – the relinquishment of his proverbial throne.
A couple of calming breathes.
Remember why you’ve returned, he reminded himself. Because you’re not a coward.
Samuels were strong. Wasn’t that what he was always taught? Droned into him since infancy?
Never show weakness, Riku. It’s unbecoming of you, as the youngest Samuel son.
And so he couldn’t.
There seemed to be a lack of available parking spaces on the surface level, so they continued to the underground levels. The ride was marked with a tense silence where Sora didn’t know what to say and Riku didn’t know if he wanted to hear it.
They finally settled in the corner of the second lower basement level. Riku’s black Jaguar stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the few, less exotic vehicles scattered across this parking level, mostly occupied by the ‘misfits’ of their school.
As the engine was stilled into silence, Riku sat with out a word, staring intently straight ahead at the concrete wall. His hands still gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning paler and paler into white. Their breathing seemed to be deafening in comparison to such stillness.
“Riku? Are you okay?” came Sora’s sweet tentative voice, tone full of worry.
What do you think?
Riku slowly looked at Sora. His intense gaze seemed to speak to him, hold an unspoken message that Riku could not bear say out loud, and thus imploring Sora to understand if anybody.
But Sora didn’t and they dulled into unreadableness.
The silver-haired teen attempted a small smile which hardly touched his eyes. Hardly reassuring.
“Yeah,” he murmured, looking away. “Just fine.”
Sora’s heart sped up in response. He suddenly felt a little cold.
The younger boy fidgeted with the strap on his bag by his feet, both very ready to step out of the car and head towards his first period, and thus retreat from this strange and terse situation, but at the same time also very reluctant to leave Riku in such a vulnerable moment, however the older boy would want deny it.
But then he looked down, forlorn blue eyes shaded until all that could be seen of them were a curtain of long dark lashes against tanned skin.
“Okay.” His voice was soft.

--

Yuffie slowly pushed her pen up and down on the flat surface of her desk, making an audible click each time she did it.
Click.
As time passed, the clicks only seemed to get faster and faster,
Click.Click.Click.
Until it was brought to an abrupt stop.
“Kairi didn’t show up for Atlantican this morning,” she quietly stated, eyes never leaving the front of the room where their teacher Mr. Li was discussing questions of ethics involved in international politics.
On her left, Selphie, who was originally sucking on a mint with her chin on her hand looking decisively bored, perked up and turned sharply to the raven-haired with a worried expression. “Really? Do you know why?”
A mere shrug of the shoulders. “Other than Riku?” her tone was sardonic. “Not a clue.”
On her right, Tidus momentarily paused from studiously taking down notes and put down his pen. “I tried calling her yesterday. She didn’t pick up.”
“I did too. Same thing,” Selphie added softly.
“I think we all did,” Yuffie concluded. “She didn’t return any of my messages and her phone was off the entire night.”
“Miss. Kirasagi,” the raven-haired girl glanced up at Mr. Li with a raised eyebrow. The Asian man looked stern and was softly shaking his head. “Please don’t talk in my class.”
“Sorry, Mr. Li,” Yuffie muttered, and brought her head back down again. When he turned back to the whiteboard, continuing his lecture, she also continued her own conversation.
“Do you think she did something? You know, like before?” Tidus leaned in, not wanting anyone to hear, especially the man standing at the front of the classroom.
“I’m not sure,” the half-Wutainese breathed out. “She probably just went out and got a bit drunk or something; christ knows she needed it. I mean, she told me she quit the other thing a long time ago.”
“I don’t know,” The blond contemplated her words. “She’s not exactly in her right state of mind right now, is she.”
Yuffie gave a derisive snort. “I’m surprised you actually care.”
“Oh lord,” it caused Selphie to let out a huge sigh, rolling her apple-green eyes as she turned back to her own section of the bench. “Not this again.”
Yuffie turned to her sharply. “What makes you say that?” the violet-eyed girl questioned sarcastically. “After all, weren’t the two of you defending the one who’s currently causing our good friend Kairi all this heartache and grief?”
“Just because we decide to remain friends with Riku,” the brunette whispered back, “doesn’t mean we don’t care about Kairi’s well-being as well.”
“Can’t you just smell the hypocrisy in that statement?” Yuffie hissed in response.
“Miss. Kirasagi,” their teacher had stopped talking and shot her an annoyed look. “I don’t want to have to stop the class every time to remind you to stop chatting. Wait until lunch, please.”
Yuffie just flashed him a fake humourless smile to appease him.
“As I was saying,” she whispered after Mr. Li turned away again, though quieter than before. “You can’t expect to be friends with both Riku and Kairi. That’s like fighting for both sides of a war. It just doesn’t happen. You have to pick one. Might I remind you that Riku left us.”
“That isn’t fair, Yuffie,” Selphie murmured back out of the corner of her mouth. “Even though he’s not telling us right now, I still think there was a reason behind all of it.”
“Fuck,” the half-Wutainese girl raked a frustrated hand through her shiny raven locks, only for them to fall fluidly back into place. Tapping her pen even faster on the table, “I don’t believe you two! How can you just let it go like that?! Don’t you remember how long we searched for him – all those hours spent following up leads and all those investigators we hired and police interviews we had to sit through – only for Sephiroth to tell us we were ‘wasting our time’?!” she clenched her jaw, silent once more, not trusting herself to speak.
However, the black-haired girl’s furious hiss did not escape the attention of their International Politics teacher.
“That is it, Miss. Kirasagi,” Mr. Li stopped, facial expression pulled into a frown. “I had expected more from seniors. I’ve asked you twice before, and this is your final warning. Please stop talking in my class. Otherwise I’ll have to–”
“You’ll have to what, Mr. Li?” the teenager spat.
And then she slowly looked up – at such an agonizingly suspenseful pace that when her eyes locked onto a pair of brown ones, Shang Li had to chock back a gasp. Never had he seen eyes of such colour – so bright and sharp and cold, like that of a hawk.
When Shang Li was first offered a teaching position at the prestigious Radiant Garden Academy, the most exclusive school in the country, he was overjoyed. It was all any teacher could hope for. An extremely well paying position in a school full of the brightest young minds of the country (the Academy was renowned for offering much sought after scholarships). He did, however, later realise that not everyone there would be bright, eager-to-learn scholarship accepters, but much of the student population would be occupied by the sons and daughters of the wealthiest and most powerful people in the nation. At the time, Shang Li didn’t care. As long as he stayed out of their way and they stayed out of his. And he could just do what he loved to do – teach.
But as the daughter of the powerful Kirasagis, who were known for their extensive underground connections, slowly cocked an eyebrow at him, daring him to speak under the threat of repercussions beyond the Academy’s walls, he wondered if he had made such a good decision after all.
A faint smirk formed on Yuffie’s lips at his silence. The man had held his tongue, posture admitting defeat. Slowly and deliberately putting down the pen she held in her hand back onto the desk, Yuffie leaned back into her chair and casually crossed her arms, eyes never blinking. After watching her father’s manner during his numerous business meetings since she was very young, Yuffie was well versed in the art of intimidation.
Mr. Li turned around quickly, unable to hold the stare, and the lesson continued without another fuss.
Despite all the commotion which all just occurred, both Selphie and Tidus didn’t pay any mind, thoughts still mulling over the half-Wutainese girl’s harsh but truthful words.
In a lot of ways, what Yuffie said made perfect sense and it wasn’t irrational at all. Tidus clearly remembered the emotional stress they all went through, thinking the worst about their dear friend Riku’s mysterious fate. And it was even harder to continue on with their lives, acting as if nothing had happened lest the media caught a wind of it, after they realised that he wasn’t abducted or ransomed or taken by anything out of their control, but he just…chose to leave.
That was what it all came down to. And neither Selphie nor Tidus had a proper comeback for it.
Falling deathly silent, Selphie had turned away, lips pursed in a thin line. Tidus was leaning over his notebook, appearing to be taking down notes. But if one looked closely, they would realise his pen wasn’t moving in his still hand.
“It’s just nice to have Riku back, that’s all,” the blond said at length. “It wasn’t the same without him here.” And then he hesitated, finding it difficult to admit what he was about to say. “But no, I haven’t forgotten.”
Yuffie turned to look at him. The strong lines of Tidus’ profile stood silent and still, his hair had fallen into his eyes and covered the emotions hidden in those baby blues.
She didn’t have anything to say either.

--

The sun was shining brightly, forcing Sora to lift up a hand and shield his squinting eyes. But it didn’t bother him. The warm rays caressed his skin like the gentle touch of a lover. The grass beneath him were soft and cushioned him like an expensive mattress, but ever so often, a tall standing blade of grass would tickle his neck or that strip of lower back just above his pant waistline where his shirt became untucked.
It has been a while since Sora felt so relaxed – lying happily with a full stomach on the grassy slopes behind the back oval that over looked the cityscape (Radiant Garden Academy was built on a big hill in the wealthier area of the city).
Riku had approached him after his last class had finished so they could have lunch together. And rather awkwardly, which the older boy rarely was, he apologised for his cold behaviour earlier in the car park. Sora, of course, forgave him immediately, happy to smooth everything over again. Riku had been so tense lately that he didn’t need Sora to complicate it even further by making him feel guilty for not taking care of him enough. Sora was a big boy now. He didn’t want to have to rely on Riku for everything.
“What are you thinking about?” came a smooth velvety baritone from his right, breaking his thoughts.
The brunet opened his sun-sleepy eyes and turned to the person lying beside him. With hair spread out like a silver halo and hands lying neatly across his toned stomach, contrasting against the crisp whiteness of his school shirt, Riku had his eyes closed and a soft smile playing at his lips, equally content.
He turned his head to face Sora, aqua eyes half-lidded, and smiled lazily. “You haven’t said a word in ten minutes,” he explained.
“I’m just enjoying the sun,” Sora nuzzled the grass by his shoulder happily, eyelids closing softly again. “It reminds me of home.”
“Hm,” was the light response.
They fell back into the gentle silence of sun and breeze and the bluest of skies.
Riku hesitated, not entirely sure he wanted to ask, but did nonetheless. “Do you miss the island?”
Sora peered from under his fingers questioningly.
“It’s just, you still always refer to it as ‘home’.”
“Riku,” Sora let out a soft smile. “No matter what has happened, it will always be my home to some extent. There were things I hated about it and wish never happened there, but there were also lots of things I loved.” His eyes shined brightly. “Didn’t you think the beaches were beautiful, Riku? It was one of my favourite things to do – to go for a stroll along the beach.”
Given the things that Riku had witnessed in his time on the island, he had thought at the time that he made the right decision in taking Sora away from there. But sometimes, in hindsight, he felt perhaps he didn’t to take certain factors into account, like all the precious things and people and memories Sora would leave behind by coming with him.
“Yeah, they were,” the silver-haired boy agreed quietly.
And given everything, he wasn’t sure that Sora was willing to voice his opinions about it if just for the sake of not complaining. He wasn’t sure just how much Sora actually wanted to leave the island and how much he just let Riku whisk him away.
“But it doesn’t mean I can’t have other homes,” Sora went on, unaware of the debate raging inside Riku’s mind. “I mean, Radiant Garden is my new home now.”
Riku smiled. “Yeah, it is.” Sora always said the right things.
Elegant long fingers edged across the grass, inch by inch, until it found the cool skin of a smaller set of hands. Riku slowly slid his hand around Sora’s, fingering the smooth tanned skin until they were entwined together in a loose relaxed hold. They fitted together so perfectly it was suddenly hard to imagine what it felt like when their hands were apart.
“Riku?” came Sora’s sweet voice.
“Hm?” he answered.
“How come we’re not sitting with your friends this lunch?” he sounded so innocent. “I thought you wanted to today, at least with Tidus and Selphie. They were really nice.”
Riku cocked a brow at the abrupt question. “There’s always time to see them tomorrow. Besides, I just wanted to spend some time with you. Is that wrong?”
“Well,” Sora replied, a light blush slowly dusting his cheeks. “You spend pretty much everyday with me already.” He suddenly felt a great surge of pride, nonetheless, at his boyfriend’s admission.
“Not really,” the silver-haired boy weighed it up. “There’s been so much happening lately and things are always weighing on both our minds, distracting us – I don’t think we could really call it spending time together.”
“I guess,” the brunet agreed quietly and fell silent.
Gently rubbing soothing circles on the back of the smaller boy’s hand with his thumb, Sora’s sudden deflation did not escape Riku’s detection and he traced it immediately to his careless words. Riku hated his inability to convey his feelings accurately at the times when it called for him to do so the most. His decision to have a quiet lunch with Sora alone today had nothing to do with anything other than he just wanted to spend time with his beloved boyfriend. And Sora could be so sensitive at times. Riku knew he must upset Sora involuntarily all the time but had never known about it because Sora wasn’t the type to confront people.
He just wanted Sora to be happy.
With that in mind, Riku was determined not to make this another one of those moments.
“Come here,” he said abruptly, turning his entire body to face the younger boy, holding an arm out in invitation.
A little surprised at the silver-haired teen’s sudden actions, Sora, nonetheless, smiled and shuffled into those welcoming open arms. Burying his face into the soft material of Riku’s expensive uniform shirt, Sora deeply inhaled the other’s intoxicating musky scent – so clean and masculine it made Sora feel a little heady. Riku’s arms tightened around his form, pulling his body closer until there was hardly any space between them – torso to torso, hip to hip, and legs entwined in a jumbled mess.
Sora had his eyes closed, dark long eyelashes rested softly on his smooth clear skin. The warmth of the sun brought a healthy light flush to his supple cheeks. A soft content smile was painted on his pretty pink lips
It frightened Riku to think that had he not made the decision to escape from Radiant Garden eighteen months ago, despite all the consequences he was currently facing or have yet to face, he would have never met Sora. Who knew that something so beautiful, so perfect was hidden away on a tiny island so unimportant to the world, most people haven’t even heard of it. Riku wondered how he managed to survive so many years of his stifling miserable life without this little brunet by his side, tucked away safely in his arms as a constant source of comfort.
Riku lightly raked his hands through Sora deceptively soft messy tresses, fingers playfully rubbing and tugging at the ends, making Sora sigh contently. He ran his hand down the side of the younger boy’s head and cupped his face gently. Riku marvelled at the healthy tan colour of Sora’s skin, which his own pale digits stood out so much in contrast. With his thumb, Riku softly traced the line of Sora’s cheekbones, from the inner corner of his eye towards his ear, making the brunet look at him questioningly. Using the same thumb, he drew a line down the smaller boy’s face, gliding over his eyelid and making it flutter close, those soft lashes tickling his thumb, while the other brilliant blue eye studied him closely. And over those petal pink lips, soft and smooth like everything else about Sora, Riku traced his thumb down and hooked it under his lover’s chin. Slowly bending down, watching Sora’s reaction to every inch of his approach, he placed a soft kiss to those lovely inviting lips.
Sora always tasted clean and fresh and sweet – like the summer sky after a light sun-shower. It was a taste he couldn’t get enough of and would never tire of either.
Reluctantly, Riku took his head back slowly until their lips were just barely touching, examining the brunet’s half-lidded eyes, deep sapphire blue and clouded with haze. He wanted to imprint every last detail about this moment into his mind, and keep the memory close with him until the day he died. “I love you, you know,” he breathed.
He could feel Sora’s smile on his lips before they ever reached those twinkling blue orbs.
“Me too, Riku,” Sora replied.
And in that moment, they were perfect.

The distant sound of the artificial school bell alerted the two the end of lunch.
“Damn.” With one last peck, Riku reluctantly untangled himself from Sora and sat up, brushing his hair out of his eyes and giving his body a bit of a stretch. He stood up, brushing loose strands of grass and plant parts from his pants and his shirt, before extending a hand to the brunet lying on the ground to help him up.
This scene, the stance of Riku offering his hand with a smile on his face, seemed so familiar to Sora that unwittingly swept a rush of memories across his mind. It reminded Sora just how prevalent their time on the island the past year or so was still in their lives.
“Riku?” he asked in a serious tone, after the boy in question hauled him to his feet easily in one fluid movement. “Are you ever going to tell anyone about what had happened?”
Sora didn’t need to elaborate to what he was referring, as they both somehow knew. Riku let out a little almost imperceptible sigh.
“I don’t know, Sora,” he ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
Sora just nodded.
“Hey,” Riku said suddenly, jerking the brunet out of his thoughts. “I forgot to mention. I have to go see my old blitzball coach after school to see if I can get back onto the team, so I’ll probably be a little late. Do you want me to organise a limo to take you home?”
“It’s okay, Riku,” the younger boy replied, trailing after the silver-haired as he began to walk back to the buildings. “I’ll wait for you.”
“Are you sure?” a silver brow was raised. “It might take a while. Either way, I’ve programmed in the number for our driver, Christopher Robins, into the phone I gave you,” Sora fingered the sleek lump inside his pant’s pocket, “so if you get tired of waiting, call him to pick you up, okay?”
Sora responded with a nod.
Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “Wish me luck,” he requested, to which Sora did, and strode away.
Sora took out a map of the school that was given to him on his first day, on which he scribbled and highlighted messily, and studied the route to his next class – his last class of the day. It was on the other side of the school, so he decided he had better start walking if he didn’t want to be late.
Though lovely, the warmth of the sun and the foccacia he had for lunch had made him incredibly thirsty. Reaching into his bag, Sora was distressed to find his water bottle was completely empty, save for a couple of drops of backwash at the very bottom. But luckily, as he looked up, he spotted a water fountain just inside the doorway of the Humanities Building. Walking quickly to it, he uncapped his bottle and pushed it under the stream of cool purified water (the Academy had installed a water cooler and purifier system under every drink fountain and tap).
While his bottle slowly filled up, the level of water getting steadily and steadily higher, Sora realised he was smiling for no reason, a giddy emotion filling his heart. It was like Riku had said. Lately they’ve both been so busy trying to come to terms with the stress of being in Radiant Garden, though both for different reasons, they’ve hardly spent any real time together. But with how Riku just acted, with what he said, Sora felt some of his previous doubts of Riku and their relationship slide away into nothingness.
And if that wasn’t something to smile about, he didn’t know what was.
So deep in his thought, the smiling brunet completely missed a cautious set of approaching steps.
“Sora, right?”
Jumping a little at the abrupt intrusion, Sora quickly spun around, wondering who actually knew his name given it was his second day, let alone approach to talk to him.
“Yes–” and then he lost his voice.
She was one of the most beautiful people Sora had ever seen. The same, though admittedly well made, uniform which seemed so ordinary on all the other girls, only accentuated the elegance of her tall lithe figure. Her magnificent auburn hair glowed scarlet in the rays of light streaming through the large windows, and her facial features were so elegant and regal, it made Sora want to hide his own.
But it was a face Sora recognised. He had seen it in a lot of the photographs Riku placed in his room. He had also seen glimpses of it the previous day around campus, and for a minute during that explosive lunch in the cafeteria.
It was Kairi, Riku’s best friend. The one he knew least about out of all of them, despite that fact.
“U-uh,” he stammered pathetically, internally scolding himself for his lack of grace. “Hi. Yes, I’m Sora.”
Sora offered a hand shyly to the redhead beauty in front of him, but it was ignored.
With stunning blue eyes unreadable, she replied simply, “My name is Kairi.”

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.
The next chapter will come soon (hopefully) – I have it mostly done already (because this and the next were meant to be one chapter, but it was way too long so I broke it up into two).
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