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Finding Lost Dreams	By : Lanie12777 Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12745 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters, nor do I make any money off this story.

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AN: Not an update, sorry! Just wanted to add a few things in. Thanks to a reviewer on AFF, Ireyon, I completely agree that I did neglect to describe the surroundings more. *Sorry!* But I’ve read back through this chapter, and decided to add more on the scene. And I’m about half done with the next chapter, so hopefully it should be done within the next few weeks.
Huge thanks for help on this goes to Greyy, she wrote half of this and helped me with where I got stuck. Thank you Kirie!:D
Chapter 6

Kairi bounded up the steps leading to the front door of Sora’s house. She rang the doorbell a few times, then knocked loudly when she got no answer. Foot tapping in annoyance, she eyed the watch on her slender wrist, ticking the minutes off as she waited for Sora to come to the door. After more than five minutes, she stepped back from the door and scanned the second floor windows to pinpoint Sora’s room. Moving to stand directly underneath it, Kairi cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled up to the brunette to get his attention.

“Hey Sora! C’mon, open the door, it’s me, Kairi!” Waiting a moment, she saw movement at the curtains on the other side of the glass, then her friend’s face appeared behind the windowpane, peering down at her.

Walking back to the front door, Kairi heard the lock being turned half a minute later before a tired-looking Sora opened the portal wide so she could enter. He cast a wary glance outside before quickly shutting and relocking the door.

Shoes clacking on the black marble tiled floor, Kairi moved into the living room. Standing near the couch, she appraised Sora with a critical eye. She noted that he seemed paler, and he had dark circles under his eyes. His normally bright blue eyes were dark, and refused to meet her own violet orbs. She was worried about him; what could have happened in the last four days since he’d left her house Saturday afternoon?

“Why haven’t you answered your phone or returned any of my calls? Are you sick or something?” Kairi waited patiently for an answer. Her concern for Sora deepened when she stepped forward to see if he had a fever and he jerked away from her touch. Her outstretched hand dropped to her side, and she made sure not to approach the skittish brunette.

Taking a seat on the couch behind her, Kairi kept her gaze on Sora as he sat down on the chair furthest from her. He sat stiffly, his arms lying limply in his lap. Kairi noticed a small bandage on the inside of Sora’s right arm, just at the bend of his elbow.

The red-haired girl cleared her throat. “Sora, talk to me. What happened to you? And don’t lie to me, I can tell something’s wrong.” Sora could hear the worry in her voice, but his mouth went dry and his brain froze. He didn’t want to tell her about Xemnas, at least not yet. He couldn’t.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine,” he lied, his smile wobbly. Kairi decided to remain silent about what could be bothering Sora and smiled at him. “Riku called me this morning,” she said brightly, hoping to cheer the brunette up. But judging from his face it did anything but.

“He tried to call you first, but you didn’t pick up.” Sora nodded absently; his cellphone had been ignored for days now, and he had heard the downstairs phone ring, but hadn’t bothered to see who could be calling.

Violet eyes watched the pale brunette in front of her. She knew Riku completely breaking their friendship had hit Sora hard, but she’d never seen him like this. He’d lost weight, and his skin, usually so tan and vibrant, was now dulled. And she was used to his vivacity, constantly hugging her or holding onto her hand, but not once had he approached her since she’d been here. Kairi recalled the way he’d moved back from her when she’d walked in.

Hoping to get his spirits up, and deciding she’d get answers from him later (oh she most definitely would), Kairi stood and smiled brightly. “Come on, Riku wants to hang out! He actually called me wanting to see you!” Waiting for a reaction but getting nothing but silence, the redhead bounced over to Sora.

“Come on, let’s go! You said for months you’d do anything to talk to Riku again, here’s your chance!”

Sora sat there and felt a small curl of hope bloom in his chest. He still loved Riku, but if he could just be friends with the silver-haired boy again that would be enough; at least that’s what he told himself. He missed Riku, all the fun they had, and being able to talk to him about anything. He glanced up at Kairi, who still had a goofy grin on her face. Making the decision to go with her, Sora got up and walked upstairs to his room to change.

As Sora disappeared upstairs, Kairi reached into her purse and pulled out her cellphone. She dialed Riku’s number and waited a few seconds for him to pick up. “Hello?” his deep voice answered.

“Hey Riku, it’s Kairi. I’m at Sora’s, we’ll be at that little coffeehouse on the corner just from your house in about half an hour,” she told him.

“All right. See you there. Thanks, Kairi.” She could hear the relief and slight trepidation in Riku’s voice. Kairi flipped her phone shut and smiled while waiting for Sora to get ready.

Riku hung up his phone, his heart pounding at the thought he’d get to see Sora soon. He’d realized in the last few days that maybe Sora’s feelings towards him weren’t so onesided after all, his brother’s outburst the other night only reinforcing it. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, especially to himself, that he had feelings for another boy, and his best friend to boot. Instead of taking time to see how he truly felt, he’d pushed him away. He’d let his fears and other people’s opinions matter more than his relationship with Sora. Riku felt he had a reputation to uphold, and considering how his classmates had reacted to finding out Sora was gay, he’d not wanted that same mindset put on him. But thinking about it now, with the way everyone pretty much followed what he did, if he’d accepted Sora and just remained friends, the brunette might not have been so ostracized.

Nearly half an hour later the teen was sitting in a small coffee shop that he and Sora had visited quite frequently before their ‘falling out’. The building was bright, large widows running along the entire front to let in as much sunlight as possible. The white tiled floor was a bit scuffed, due to a lot of foot traffic, but otherwise kept in neat condition. The tables were all square, with lacquered black tops and wrought iron legs. The black contrasted nicely with the deep crimson of the seats’ cushions. A white counter with the same black top was to the left of the table area, cakes and pastries in glass-covered dishes placed on top with the coffee machines on the wall behind the counter. The last portion of the counter had the cash register, a bored-looking black-haired girl with the shop’s dark blue uniform shirt on standing beside it, talking to a tall blonde boy with the same uniform on.

The scent of fresh coffee filled the air, mixed with vanilla, cinnamon, chocolate and other flavors for the lattes and cappuccinos. Riku remembered that Sora’s favorite flavor of caffe latte was always café mocha, as Sora loved any and all things chocolate.

Voices flowed around the café, laughter reaching Riku’s ears as he waited for Kairi and Sora to show up. He looked towards a table not far from where he sat in front of the window, envying the group of friends chatting and giggling together. They reminded him so much of how things used to be before he screwed up.

Silver hair hung down as Riku lowered his head in shame. Would Sora be glad to see him? He looked at the entrance to the shop anxiously, nerves twitching as he recognized the two people who walked in.

Aquamarine eyes widened fractionally as Riku took in Sora’s appearance. The brunette was in loose jeans, a big grey sweatshirt covering his upper half. Riku just knew Sora had to be practically melting from the heat; he was sweating just looking at the heavy, bulky material.

“Hey, glad you guys could come,” Riku spoke up. Kairi smiled and sat down, but Sora wouldn’t look at him. The smaller boy sat down opposite Riku, seeming like he’d run away at the first sign of movement, almost like a skittish colt. And just like Kairi, a worried expression settled on Riku’s face. ‘What happened to him?’

Meeting Kairi’s eyes, Riku cleared his throat and began talking. “So, uh… how have you guys been?” Small talk was definitely not his forte.

Kairi shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh, ok. It’s been kinda boring, nothing to really do around here.” Riku nodded, and both teens looked to Sora. But the boy just sat there silently, ocean orbs downcast.

Riku frowned slightly. Something was up; he’d fully expected Sora to bound up to him and hug him and chatter his ear off, just like he used to do. But he noticed if he leaned near him, Sora would flinch away. His silence was also a bit unnerving; for someone who’d rarely been quiet more than ten seconds at a time, it was a little disconcerting. And he also saw that he wouldn’t let Kairi even touch him. He met Kairi’s concerned eyes once again, letting her see the worry in his own.

They spent the next hour sitting at the table, Kairi and Riku reminiscing about happier times, both completely aware of the pointed silence from Sora. He’d declined both offers of food or drink, never meeting their eyes for more than two seconds at a time. He just stared out the windows, seemingly in his own world.

Riku was getting frustrated; he was trying, wasn’t he? Why was Sora so down, so depressed? He had always been the picture of happiness; what had happened? He hadn’t been like this a couple days ago. Had he?

Then again, there’s no way he could have known of anything that happened to Sora. He had ditched him after all. Riku couldn’t help but be bitter with himself; it sucked that he knew nothing about Sora anymore. They had once been so close.

Riku shook his head, shaking off the bitter thoughts invading his head. He’d had enough, he was going to get to the bottom of this. Kairi nodded her support of what he intended as she seemed to know what he was thinking.

Riku gently laid his hand on Sora’s shoulder, and immediately moved it away when Sora flinched violently, his eyes going wide and body rigid. It was as though the devil himself had touched him, and maybe it was. The way he had treated Sora was like he had been the fucking devil himself, so why should Sora not tense when he touched him.

Riku turned to look at Kairi; she looked as shocked as he was, and a bit concerned as well. She turned away from him and gently turned towards Sora, careful not to frighten him. “Sora?” she questioned softly. Her hand rested just above his shoulder, afraid to touch him and have him shy away again.

“Sora? What’s wrong with you? You haven’t been acting normal and I… I don’t know what to do. Sora! Please just talk to me. I’m your best friend, and it hurts that you’re not trusting me with whatever you’re going through. You know I’ll understand, and Riku’s here too, and he wants to help you, and he came back Sora; isn’t that what you wanted? To be accepted by Riku again? Well here he is.” She was crying by the end of her ranting, quite loudly too. But Sora still stayed wide-eyed, staring at… Him. Sora was staring at him, Riku noticed.

“SORA! DAMMIT! Talk to me--” Kairi cried out, too busy crying to talk right. “Please,” she whispered. It was painful for her to sit there and not be able to do anything for him.

Sora still stayed quiet, eyes no longer wide, just blank. Hollow. And staring straight at Riku, not blinking, not wavering, just gazing at him as if he were reading his soul, looking straight through him.

“Sora?” Riku asked softly.

Sora’s eyes just stayed blank, not making any sign that he had acknowledged the older teen. He couldn’t let them know what had happened; what would they think? His biggest fear was everyone turning their backs on him in disgust. That had already happened once, and he couldn’t go through that again.

“Sora, we’re worried about you, Kairi’s worried about you,” Riku then added as an afterthought, “I’m worried about you.”

That seemed to make something in Sora’s brain click; his eyes softened and filled with an unknown emotion. He blinked, and actually smiled softly. A smile that was barely there. “Riku,” Sora whispered, but he didn’t look like he knew what he was saying or doing, he was just acting so weird, and to put it simply Riku was getting freaked out.

“Sora?” Riku questioned.

“Riku,” Sora whispered back, his voice soft and sweet. But he said Riku’s name as if he were a ghost.

“Sora, what… what are you--” Kairi didn’t get to finish her thought, because before she could say anything else Sora was out the door, rushing out and not looking back. His face was so pale as he ran past the window they were sitting by. Not even glancing inside. Patrons of the café watched as the brunette flew by in curiosity, their attention snagged for mere seconds before going back to their business.

“There’s something wrong with him Riku,” Kairi whispered brokenly as Sora disappeared from sight. “Something bad.”

“I can tell.” Silver brows drew together in worry.

“We have to do something.”

‘Yeah‘, Riku thought. ‘I have to do something.’ “We will, and we’ll help him Kai. Don’t worry; we’ll help him.”

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Sora fled down the street, his mind in turmoil as he just ran away from the coffee shop. He couldn’t sit there anymore, seeing the pain and concern in Kairi’s eyes and the questions in Riku’s aquamarine orbs. He’d had no idea it would be so hard to come face to face with the silver-haired teen after so long. He slowed down to a walk, turning over the past hour in his head.

Not realizing he’d run so far, Sora started as he found himself at the edge of his driveway. His father’s car was parked in front of the door, surprising the brunette. Max was never home this early. Walking into the unlocked entrance, Sora slowly made his way to his father’s office, hearing the deep baritone of his father’s voice as he talked with another person. About to knock on the door, he froze as he recognized Xemnas’ voice in quiet conversation with Max.

Looking up, Max noticed the look of panic on his son’s face as he stood in the doorway. “Sora, are you alright?” Max didn’t like to show emotions, and Sora would be the first one shocked by it, but Max truly cared for his son. He just didn’t know how to show it. He couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed by the fact that Sora looked just like her instead of him, which is why he tended to leave him to himself so often.

Sora turned tail and ran upstairs, missing the small smirk on Xemnas’ face and the now speculative frown Max sent the younger man.

**Ok, so not the best chapter, but like I said, writer’s block hit me hard on this one. It’ll start picking up for Sora next chapter, and he’ll actually get along with Max a bit better.**
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