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Aches of the heart	By : blackdiamondprincess Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SEVEN :
Exit wound
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"Riku no!"
Sephiroth had wanted to hold the little brunette back,
but Sora wriggled himself out of the elder man's grip. He ran out of the room
and saw Riku descend the stairs.
"Riku, stop!"
Riku didn't give ear to what the other was saying and
stubbornly continued his way down.
Feelings of exasperation and hurt grew stronger in
Sora, transforming into searing rage. Long enough he had shown patience to
Riku's behaviour and everyone had a breaking point and Sora had just reached
his.
"Riku goddamnit! I told you to stop!" He
yelled out angrily, making the silver haired young man stop dead in his tracks
and look up at him with a surprised gaze. Sora didn't care if he seemed
extremely angry now, that stupid bastard deserved it. There was no way he was
going to feel guilty about this one, how dared he even walk out on him like
this?!
The brunette descended the few steps Riku had and
halted just in front of him, his face contorted with rage. The next thing Riku
knew was that he was looking at the wall left from him after Sora had made his
right cheek connect with his left fist. No need to say that he was surprised,
to say the least.
"How dare you!" Sora yelled at him,
"How dare you come in at the end of a conversation and think you know
everything that has been told?!"
Riku was holding his sore cheek now, his mouth
slightly open. It actually hurt. A lot.
"And I can't believe you would even think of me
cheating on you!" Sora raged on, not caring if Riku had gotten silent and
was now looking at him with a guilty expression. "Haven't I proven to you
how much I love your sorry ass?!"
Sora fell silent after that, holding back the tears
stinging behind his eyelids again. He wouldn't show them this time, he refused
to cry over this. He sighed sadly instead and faced away from Riku. "You
have no idea how much you've hurt me, Riku. No idea."
A long moment of silence followed that while Sora waited for Riku to say
something in his defence. Not receiving any reply whatsoever, Sora bit on his
lower lip, trying desperately to keep himself from crying and walked back up
the stairs without casting a last look on Riku still standing where he had left
him.

As Sora entered their room, he could hear the soft sobs he was trying to
muffle beneath his right hand.
Closing his eyes in deep regret at how stupid he had
been and the amount of hurt he had caused the only person that had always stuck
by his side, Riku slumped down against the wall of the staircase and sat down
on one of the steps close to him.
Nothing, nothing had ever felt like this
before. He felt helpless and didn't know how things were going to go next
between them, if there was even going to be a 'them' after this...
Could he have done something to prevent this? Most
likely. Sora wouldn't have got punched him if he had been just upset with him,
no. Sora was furious and disappointed in him, he had been patient with him and
Riku still let him down.
He wanted to tell him that he was sorry, that he
promised that it wouldn't happen again, but he figured that part of the problem
lied there.
"Don't promise me, Riku. Just don't do
it."
The time when he could've got promised Sora anything was long gone, he
realised that more than ever now. They were older, the world around them had
changed and so had their romantic lives. As much as he hated to admit it, that
was the scariest thing to him. He didn't know how to handle that. If Sora's
needs were to change suddenly, would he still be able to please him? Would Sora
keep exercising his patience and give him his love if he didn't get fulfilment
to his needs?
Losing Sora was his worst nightmare, but he knew that
the brunette had already started to slip away from his grip. And he didn't know
what to do to hold on to him. He was afraid that if he went to talk to him now,
he'd only end up making things worse. He couldn't stand the idea that he was
actually making Sora unhappy, and yet that was the reason why he was sitting
there...
"If you don't want to make an effort to save
what's still left of your relationship, you'll end up regretting it for the
rest of your life."
Riku looked up and found Sephiroth standing next to
the now closed door of their room.
The taller man did not receive any response from the
other, not that he had even expected any. He knew his brother better than
people often gave him credit for. To him, Riku was easy to read, yet difficult
to knock sense into. Still, he knew that everyone had someone who could really
get through to them and for Riku that person was Sora. The little brunette had
done good to give Riku that wake-up call, seen the fact that he hadn't seem to
realise that his relationship with him had been on the point of shipwrecking
completely. At least now, they still had a chance to make it up. Yet, as said
before, Sephiroth knew his brother well enough and he knew that Riku would need
an extra push in the right direction.
Their mutual issues set aside; he descended a few
steps before stopping. "Sora needs you in there."
Riku kept staring straight ahead of him, not giving his
brother a glance, not saying a word.
Sephiroth pursed his lips and breathed in deeply.
"You can't give up. Not on him."
Riku scowled at that. "What's it to you?"
"Nothing." He simply replied, putting his
hands in the pockets of his loose pants. "I'm just preventing this to turn
into a pattern."
"Right." Riku nonchalantly spoke, not giving
a damn.
"Do it once, it's a coincidence. Do it twice,
it's a motive. Three times is a pattern." Sephiroth said, moving to lean
with his right shoulder against the wall next to him.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"About you, little brother." Sephiroth said
with a small smile. "You are a perfectionist. When things don't go the way
you want them to go, you give up on them. You're about to make your
relationship with Sora strike three when there's isn't even that big of a
problem between you two."
Riku's scowl grew deeper and he turned his face away
from him. "You don't know anything about us." Who the hell did
Sephiroth think he was? What right did he think to have, butting in like this?
"You don't even know me." He spat, looking at him now. Riku stood up
and added venomously with a slight mocking tone, "Big brother." With
that he turned to descend the stairs.
"Then why are you running, Riku?" Sephiroth
said after him. "Giving up?"
This made Riku stop and turn back to face him.
"You don't know shit about me!"
Sephiroth only smirked, "Then by al means, please
prove me wrong." He gestured to the door were Sora had disappeared
through, his smirk now gone and his face expressing a seriousness Riku had
never witnessed on his brother before.
His mouth opened and closed several times, but not a
word came out. He just stood there, fighting an internal conflict with himself.
If he went downstairs, he would prove his brother right, if he went into his
room, he would prove him right too, indirectly. But, he quickly realised, this
wasn't about proving Sephiroth wrong or right, this was about saving what was
left over of his relationship with Sora. Or not.
He then remembered how well Sephiroth had always done
in his psychology class...
His decision was written on his face as he looked at
his brother and said last one gave one brief nod in acknowledgment and turned
himself around, walked up the stairs to the second floor again and retreated
himself into his room on the third.
Riku took a breath and closed his eyes, gathering the
courage he needed to face Sora. This maybe was going to be his last chance.

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Sora was sitting on the edge of his side of the bed, holding his face in
his hands in utter despair. He didn't know what to do anymore, all was lost for
sure. He removed his hands from his face and wiped away the tears that had
found their way down his cheeks. For a few moments he simply sat there, feeling
tired and useless. What would happen now? What would he do? Return home? Back
to the Destiny Islands?
He sighed sorrowfully as he thought about the many
years he had known Riku and the love they had shared with each other ever since
they had gotten together. They had known back then that it had been a gamble,
that exchanging their friendship for a romantic relationship would include many
risks. And still he had chosen for it. He had chosen to be with Riku.
So many things had changed since that summer two years
ago... He had left his home, entered college and moved away with his boyfriend.
Sora knew for sure that those past two years and a half had been the happiest
years of his life, even with the bumps they had met on the road. They had
always found a way around them, always found a solution to their problems.
His eyes fell upon the picture he kept beside his bed
of him and Riku. He picked it up and studied it, running his left hand over the
silver frame.
It was one of the pictures they had gotten done in a
studio. Riku had given him a photo shoot session for his birthday last year and
he had particularly liked this shot. It was a close up of the both of them
facing each other. Riku had been talking to him softly, the back of his right
hand was caressing Sora's left cheek, but only his fingertips were visible from
behind Sora's face. Sora was looking up at him with a soft amorous smile. It
was the aspect of spontaneity that he liked most about the picture; the
photographer hadn't told them to take poses. It remembered Sora of how spontaneous
and easy it was for him to love Riku, or rather, how easy it had been... The
soft old pink colour that was worked into the picture only reminded him of that
period when he felt like he was walking on roses all the time.
A tear fell on top of the glass and he held it close
to his chest.
"Oh Riku..."
He didn't hear the door open softly as he wept
further, holding on to the picture, holding on to that past he so wanted back.
"Sora."
With a startled sob Sora looked up.
"Riku..."
Riku took a few steps inside the room after he had
closed the door and approached him slowly. "Babe, I..." He started,
but fell silent... not knowing how to continue.
Sora was looking up at him as he stood there, feeling
his unease. There was only one thing he needed from Riku right now. He placed
the picture next to him on the bed, stood up and threw his arms around him.
Riku immediately returned the embrace and held him
tightly to him. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, Sora. I�"
"Riku," Sora whispered over his left
shoulder with his eyes closed, a tear rolling out of his right eye. It wasn't
that he didn't want to accept Riku's most sincere apologies, but it wasn't fair
that he only knew part of the story for which he was apologising for.
"Can... Can we talk?"
Riku loosened his grip on him and nodded. He sat
himself opposite from Sora on the bed and watched him pick up the picture he
had been holding earlier and place it back on his nightstand. Riku only seemed
patient and calm on the outside, but was internally as nervous as Sora felt.
Sora didn't blame him, this conversation could go either well or bad and their
relationship was at stake.
"I really want this to come out right..."
Sora whispered softly, looking at his hands in his lap. "Riku... You need
to know first that I don't want to lose you. But I need to say this before I go
and say more things or do more things I'll regret later." He reached out
to Riku's right cheekbone gently and bit his lower lip at the bruise forming
there.
Riku took his hand touching his face and kissed his
palm lovingly. "Just go on."
Sora took a steadying breath and nodded slightly.
"You're the guy that has captured my heart and swept me off my feet�"
He chuckled softly at the smile Riku gave him. "You've made me feel things
I never possibly could've imagined feeling." He paused and gave him a
weak, nervous smile as he intertwined their fingers. Riku returned the smile,
wanting him to know that he was there, listening to him.
Sora bit his lower lip and continued. "I love
you. So much." He paused again, closing his eyes. "So much, that I'm
ready to do anything to please you." He opened his eyes and found comfort
and encouragement in the soft azure ones looking at him with so much love. He
knew he could tell Riku everything, he wanted him to know everything, but it
was just so damn hard.
Especially now�
"But at times," Sora whispered, trailing his
eyes away from Riku's. "I forget about myself� and I end up feeling
unhappy, because� because I love you to such extend that I cannot refuse you
anything out of fear of losing your love�"
Riku thought about these words for a few moments. What
Sora had disclosed to him showed once more how insecure and emotionally fragile
he was. And then, suddenly, pieces of the scrambled puzzle started to fall in
place.
How could he have been that blind?
All the times Sora gave in when he wanted sex,
all the times Sora would crawl back from a dispute� He would just take the
advantage and assume it was okay with Sora, thinking he wanted whatever he
wanted as well. Sora would never contradict him just so he'd get things
he wanted them�
He was starting to wonder why Sora hadn't left him by
now.
If he had felt guilty before, then the feeling sure
came back a 1000 times stronger right that moment. How could he be worthy of
Sora, asshole that he was?
To what extend was Sora supposed to suffer just
because he loved him?
He let go of the hand he had intertwined with Sora's.
"You're right; I have no idea how much pain I've
caused you, Sora� God, I'm so sorry�" He whispered, drawing back his hand
and shaking his head as Sora had attempted to take hold of it again. "No�
Love shouldn't be like this. It's not what I wanted for us. It's not what I
wanted for you." He shook his head again to stress his words and stood up
from the bed.
Sora stood in turn and reached out to him again,
taking his right hand in his. Despite the situation, he could feel his heart
swell with love. Riku would never hurt him intentionally; he had proven this
again by showing so much remorse for what he didn't realise he had been doing.
He could see the pain he felt in his teary eyes, those soft pools of aqua
reflecting deep guilt and shame.
He placed the hand he had taken in his on his chest,
right above his heart and looked up at him with a smile. "Do you feel it
beating?"
Riku closed his eyes and a lonely tear fell from his
right eye as he nodded softly. The fast-paced, steady heartbeat of Sora's heart
drummed underneath the palm of his hand and in his ears. He felt like he was
being washed over by a wave of emotions coming from Sora, his Sora.
"It's beating just for you, beating hard and
proudly because it belongs to you." Sora said, trying with all his might
to keep his voice steady while watching with tears in his own eyes as Riku bent
his head and shook it slightly. "And I swear that it'll stop forever on
the day that you no longer will want to receive my love."
Riku was still shaking his head, his tears rolling in
transparent pearls the long his face now. "I don't deserve you,
Sora." He whispered sadly. "You deserve so much more than me�"
"Who says that!" Sora spoke with a trembling
voice, not wanting to see his Riku like this. He placed his hands on either
side of Riku's face, trying to make him look at him. "Who says that!"
He whimpered, partly mad at himself for not showing more strength and partly at
Riku because he was giving up on them. "Riku!" He shook his head
violently, his own tears flowing now. He tried to make Riku look at him.
"Please, don't give up! Don't give up on me!"
Riku looked at him now, staring at that tear streaked
face of his boyfriend with a pained expression. "Sora�"
"Don't!" Sora sternly spoke through his
tears, finding his anger back now and stubbornly shaking his head. "Don't
you dare!" He hit with his fists on Riku's chest now, his pain and
sorrow taking the upper hand of his feelings again. "Don't you dare! I
need you!"
Riku closed his eyes at the heart-wrenching sobs of
Sora and the weakening hits against his chest. He couldn't come up with the
strength of saying anything. He simply didn't want them to go on like this. He
needed Sora as much as Sora needed him, but he couldn't stand seeing him hurt.
Especially not now that he was the cause of his pain.
Sora was simply crying now, searching for Riku to hold
him, tell him that he wouldn't leave, but his hands gripping against the fabric
of Riku's black shirt never received an answer whatsoever. "I need
you�" He sobbed desperately, falling on his knees now and letting out a
cry of frustration and pain.
Riku got on his knees too and took Sora in his arms,
holding him tightly to him as he continued to cry, the reality finally settling
in for the both of them.
They weren't going to get out of this one.
Riku held him for a long time, just holding him even
though he knew that no amount of comfort he offered would ease Sora's pain.
Finally, Sora let go of him, his arms falling limply
at his sides. He wasn't looking at Riku anymore, his eyes -swollen and red from
the many tears- directed to the side as he sat there on his knees, his face
calm now as he spoke. "So what do we do now?"
Riku looked up at him, but did not answer. He extended
his right hand to touch Sora's left cheek, but Sora only closed his eyes and
turned his face away from his touch.
"Will you at least stay for Christmas?" Sora
softly whispered. He was trying hard to not cry right now, trying so damn hard.
"If you want me to stay, I'll stay." Riku
gently spoke back.
Sora bit his lower lip and looked up at the ceiling,
wanting to keep his tears from falling down his cheeks again. "But it's
not about what I want, is it?" He said, his voice trembling. He laid his
teary gaze back on him, not caring anymore if the tears he had tried to hold
back rolled down his face now. "If you want to stay, stay. But don't stay
because of me."
Before Riku could reply, Sora stood up and crawled
into the bed, facing away from him.
Riku bent his head and closed his eyes, trying to
fight the urge to run up to him and hold him in his arms.
It was over and nothing was ever going to be the same
again.
Ever.
He forced himself to stand and turn away from Sora's
lying form. With his heart feeling like lead inside of his chest he slowly
walked out, half and half hoping that Sora would hold him back, but by the time
he was out of the door and ready to close it he was still hoping.
The door finally closed itself and that's when Sora
sat up in his bed to find the emptiness of the room looking back at him. He let
himself fall back on his pillow, crawling himself into a foetus position,
wanting the pain to go away, wanting his tears to stop falling from his eyes,
wanting Riku to tell him everything was going to be okay. Wanting him to tell
him how much he loved him and how they'd be together for ever.

The sun
would be kissing his face before he finally realised that the nightmare he had landed
himself into was very real and still ongoing.

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The hot bowl of onion soup was slowly turning cold.

"You need to eat something, Sora." Kairi
whispered, looking at her friend with a worried gaze. She threw her right arm
over his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, but Sora didn't even move.
He was simply staring ahead of him, sitting with his
legs pulled up against his body on the right couch in the lounge. From time to
time there would be a tear that left one of his eyes or he would blink, but next
to that the brunette didn't move and hadn't spoken a word.
Kairi stroked a few of his locks behind an ear, not
knowing what she could do to help anymore. She looked up when she heard the
front door open itself and Wakka, Leon
and Cloud walked into the welcoming hall.
"Anything?"
Cloud shook his head, taking his black bonnet off.
"It's not likely that he's left town. All his stuff is still here."
"And it was snowing pretty hard last night, he
couldn't have gotten far." Leon added.
Wakka nodded and Kairi stood up to walk over to him
with a worried face. "He still hasn't eaten?"
Kairi shook her head sadly. "He hasn't said a
word either."
"Poor dude� Where is Riku, goddamnit�?"
Wakka whispered, taking Kairi in his arms.
"I really hate to see him like this. I never
thought this would happen." Kairi softy said.
Leon
placed his arm around Cloud's shoulders and pulled him to him. Cloud placed his
arms around Leon's
waist while he looked at Sora sitting there in the lounge by himself, unmoving.
"This is so sad�"
Leon
pressed a kiss on his head and held him close. "We'll go search again
later." He said, turning around to go walk up the stairs.
Cloud nodded and followed him close behind.
"Why would they have got broken up?" Kairi
wondered, laying her head on Wakka's right shoulder. "I thought everything
was okay between them�"
"I don't know, babe. I don't know�" Wakka
whispered back.
Kairi sniffled a little and wiped away the starters of
her tears out of her eyes. "I need to go make dinner."
Wakka nodded and followed her into the kitchen.
Another tear found its way down Sora's right cheek.

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It was the loud howling of the wind that woke him up.
"Riku?"
"Shhh, it's just the wind, go back to
sleep."
A comforting arm slid around his waist and he snuggled
closer to him, enveloping himself in the fresh scent of his silken soft hair
and soon finding sleep again.
The loud howling of the raging snowstorm outside woke
him up again.
"Riku?"
Silence.
He slid his hand over the spot next to him and touched
but the covers. There was no one lying beside him in the large bed. It had been
but a dream.
The red digits of Riku's bedside clock indicated 11.37 pm.
Tired of feeling sad and lonely, Sora threw the covers
off of him and got out of the bed; put his boots underneath the jeans he was
still wearing and pulled a warm sweater over his shirt. He got out of his room
and descended the stairs all the way to the main floor. The lounge and the
dinner room were abandoned, everyone had gone to bed. He walked over to the
small vestibule and took his winter coat from one of the many hooks on the wall
and put it on. He then searched for Cloud's jacket and took out his car keys.
With those in his hands, he re-entered the welcoming hall and took the door
right from the stairs leading into the underground garage.
A few minutes later he was riding into the cold, dark
night.

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The silver tags in his hands shimmered as they caught the lights coming
from the spots above him. He had been staring at them for a good half an hour
now, as if the words inscribed on them would make his sorrow go away if he just
kept staring at them long enough.
Sora had given him the necklace with the dog tags two
years and a half ago, when they had just gotten together. A promise had been
written on them, words of a young boy madly in love with him and who just
didn't know better at the time.
"Heart troubles?"
Riku looked up, shaken out of his thoughts, his eyes
falling on the bar tender, who refilled his glass of whiskey-peg. He tucked the
tags back underneath his jacket and took the glass of whiskey. "It's all
in the past now." He said and took a large sip of his drink to only wince
at the strong alcoholic taste.
"Nasty break up?" The other guy asked, now
drying a glass for beer with a towel.
Riku sighed, suddenly feeling extremely tired. He
placed the tip of his fingers on his temples and rubbed softly, trying to stop
the upcoming wave of migraine. "I almost wish it had been, so it would've
been easier, but..." He sighed again and looked at the other guy.
"No break up is ever easy." He replied with
a sympathetic smile, shrugging slightly.
For a minute there Riku thought he was hallucinating.
It was a striking resemblance.
"Hey, have you seen a ghost or something?"
He chuckled, looking behind him curiously.
Riku simply watched him, taking in all the small
details of this stranger who looked so much like Sora.
The same blue eyes, almost the same form of face and
almost the same figure, only Sora was a tad shorter than him and was a
brunette, whereas this guy was blond. Even the clothing style came near to
Sora's. Baggy pants and close fitting tops.
"What is it?" He asked again, giving Riku a
slightly amused smile.
Riku blinked and tore his face away from his.
"What did you say your name was?"
He chuckled. "I didn't. But seen as how you're
dying to know, it's Roxas."
Riku closed his eyes, cursing himself for letting his
mind wander towards his ex again. He shuddered mentally at that. 'Ex' was such
a final word.
Roxas pursed his lips as he looked at this beautiful
stranger, feeling a wave of sympathy for him. Many people came to this bar late
at night, many with problems of all sorts. This was just another one of those
burned souls, he figured.
"So do you mind returning the favour?"
What? Oh. Riku forced a smile and turned to look at him
again. "Riku. My name is Riku."
"Nice to meet you, Riku." Roxas politely
greeted, placing the glass he was holding next to the other ones of its kind on
the shelves behind him. "So when did you guys break up?"
"Last night." He answered, feeling like he
needed someone to talk to. Slightly nodding at the fatality of it all, he
continued, "We've know each other our whole lives, but we got together
almost three years ago."
Roxas nodded in understanding. "What went wrong
then?"
"It's just wasn't working anymore." Riku
softly said, staring into his glass. "I was doing him more harm than
good."
"Did he break up with you?"
"No, I think that was my doing." Riku said,
raising his hand, pleading guilty.
"You didn't want to hurt him more."
Riku nodded and took another sip of his whiskey.
"What did he say?"
"At first he was angry." He whispered,
biting his lower lip, a sad look coming on his face. "Then he just broke
down, crying."
"He didn't want to let you go." Roxas
whispered, leaning with his elbows on the bar while looking at him.
"But it was for his own good. I couldn't remain
in a relationship where all I did was hurting the one I love?" Riku
quietly spoke.
Roxas pursed his lips again; contemplating what Riku
had said and gave him a demi-nod. "Yeah... true. But you must've done
something good in your relationship if your boyfriend still wanted you to
stay?"
"But it doesn't add up against the pain I've
cause him." Riku stubbornly spoke.
"By the way you sound, it's almost like you're
searching for a reason to justify what you did." Roxas said, with a
questioning eyebrow.
Riku frowned at him. "What? I love Sora, but I
won't keep hurting him."
"Okay." Roxas spoke, surrendering. "Yet
you still love him, Riku. And Sora wants to be with you. I honestly don't even
see where the problem between you two is."
Riku gave him a sceptical look. "So now what? You
think you're a shrink now?" He turned his back to him and emptied his
glass. "You sound like my brother."
"Well maybe your brother is right. The only
problem I see right now, is you." Roxas said, shrugging. "You're so
afraid of failing Sora that you won't even try and change the things you did
wrong in the past. But instead, you went and just broke up with him, because of
your own fears, not because you didn't want to hurt him. That was just a lame
excuse."
Riku turned himself around again, not believing this
guy. He wanted to reply to him, but Roxas had gone to the back of the bar to
pick up some supplies. He grunted and got off his stool, leaving some money for
the drink before getting out of the bar.
Afraid, yeah, right. He had just done what he thought
had been right for both Sora and him; there was no point in continuing a
relationship where Sora would only end up hurting.
Yet a small voice in the back of his head wondered if
he hadn't caused Sora more pain by breaking up with him last night.
He shook his head, refusing the idea. Sora would be
better off without him once he would realise that it was for the best.
But would he be alright? Would Sora be alright?
Riku sighed and closed his eyes as he now stood right
in front of his car. They had known each other for over 19 years now. How could
one just break off all contact with someone after such a large lapse of time
together? Wouldn't such a relationship leave its imprint on their lives? On
Sora's life? On his?
Would he be alright?
No.
He wouldn't.
He had barely slept all night, his thoughts still
lingering on Sora as they had had all day. He couldn't think of anything else,
of anyone else. He had been too proud to admit it to himself, too stubborn to
see that he indeed could've got fixed things between them without having to end
them. All he had had to do was...
Make an effort.
Do the changes he had promised Sora so many times
before and work out their problems like they had in the past.
Maybe love wasn't all about fun and laughter, but it
needed work, and Sora hadn't been supposed to make theirs subsist on his own in
the first place.
He had given up.
He had made Sora strike two and their relationship
strike three.
Sephiroth had been strike one.
"Shit...!" Riku cursed against himself,
bringing his hands on his head. How could he have got done this? How could he
ever have thought that he would be able to survive without Sora? How had he
even gotten to that? Sora was his life, he couldn't live without him.

He jumped
into his car immediately, driving back to the chalet in a hurry, hoping he
wasn't too late.

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Sora closed the door of the car and locked it.
This was the last bar he had to go check into tonight.
The last bar before exiting Crystle via the interstate. His last chance to find
Riku.
The wind was beating around his ears and he pulled his
coat closer around him, looking at the big red neon lights on top of the
building.
"Deep
Dive"
Sora sighed and quickly entered, praying for Riku to
be there.
The bar was almost rid of costumers; only a small
group of older men were sitting in a corner, drinking their beverages and
laughing loudly with each other. No sign of Riku again.
Feeling discouraged, Sora sat himself on one of the
stools at the bar feeling another wave of sorrow threatening to wash over him.
"Riku please... where are you?" He softly
whispered to himself, feeling himself getting tired now.
"What can I get you?" A friendly masculine
voice asked him.
Sora raised his head from where it had been lying on
his folded arms and looked at the proprietor of the voice.
A young guy with friendly blue eyes and short, spiky
blond hair was standing there, waiting to receive his order.
Sora shook his head and friendly smiled at him.
"I don't need anything, thank you."
"You look tired. Are you sure that I can't
help?"
Sora's smile widened itself a little and he shook his
head again. "I'm just going to go. The person I was looking for isn't
here."
Sora got off the stool and prepared himself to exit,
when the bar tender called him back again.
"What does he look like? Maybe he's been here
today?"
Sora turned around, deciding to give it a shot. Even
if he hadn't real high hopes for it. "He's tall and has hair the colour of
silver that reaches just past his shoulders and blue-greenish eyes. His name
is�"
"Riku." The other interrupted him with a
smile.
Sora felt his heart light up and ran back to the bar.
"Yes! Has he been here?"
"He has, not so long ago either. You must be
Sora?"
The brunette nodded, feeling tears forming in his
eyes. "Do you know where he is now?"
The other sadly shook his head. "No, I'm
sorry."
Sora sighed in disappointment. "Okay, thank you
anyways."
"I hope you find him." The bar tender called
after him as he watched him exit. The door closed and he sighed sadly to
himself. "What a shame."
"Yo Roxas! We're going to 'Oblivion' care to join
us? You don't have any costumers anymore, so let's go." Said one of the
guys that had been sitting in one of the corners of the bar with his friends.
"So you can show me those dancing skills of yours." He added with a
sly smile.
Roxas only gave him an uninterested look before
returning to washing the remaining dirty glasses. "Not tonight, Axel. I
got to close up."
The redhead stood up from his seat and his friends
followed suit. "Well then I guess I'll have that cute ass of yours next
time."

Roxas
only rolled his eyes at the kiss Axel sent his way and was glad to see the
small group leave.

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Sora was bent over the driver's door of the car,
trying to reorganise his thoughts. Where could Riku be? Where could he go look
for him now?
He didn't notice the small group of 4 guys approaching
him from behind. "Well, well. What do we have here?" One of them
called out to him.
Sora turned, figuring that since there wasn't anyone
left in the small parking lot than him that the question was to his address.
A guy with fiery red hair walked up to him, flanked by
his three friends. He approached Sora and laid a hand on the car roof of the
4x4, obstructing Sora's way inside the car.
Sora took a step back and bumped into one of the other
guys. He was encircled.
"Aren't you a pretty little thing?" The man
standing behind him whispered in his ear, making cold sweat run down Sora's
back.
"What do you want?" Sora asked, not liking
the gazes he received from these men.
The one with the red hair laughed. "Just
something to warm us up with�"
Sora could hear his heart drumming in his ears as they
closed in on him. He didn't even get the chance to scream for help as a hand
suddenly came to cover his mouth and another took hold of his wrists. He
screamed as loudly as he could, but nothing but a mere murmur escaped from
underneath the hand covering his lips. He trashed wildly around him, trying
desperately to free himself from those hands holding him captive until he felt
something cold, sharp and flat pressing against the skin of his throat.
"Make another move and you'll be breathing
through the new hole I'll make in your throat."
He froze, eyes opened wide in terror, breath coming
rapidly as ice cold fear grabbed hold of him now. Tears were stinging behind
his eyes and his breath caught in his throat when, with a rough movement, he
got bent over the cap of his car, his head hitting the black surface hard.
He couldn't move. Hands were running up and down his
buttocks, feeling him up through the fabric of his denims, making him shudder
in horror.
This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening� This was
NOT happening!
Ragged breathing sounded in his ear as he felt a hand
unbuckling and unzipping his pants. Sora shook his head frantically, sobbing
and screaming at the top of his lungs now, but to no avail.
"I wonder if he's tight�" One of them
hungrily spoke, making all others laugh darkly.
Sheer panic gripped Sora's heart as the tears blurred
his vision and he gave a loud frightened cry.
Then, as by a miracle, the hand on his lips got
removed and just as he was about to cry for help again, a piece of rolled up
cloth got shoved into his mouth, nearly making him choke.
"Can't wait to fuck him, hurry up Axel!"
The one named Axel bent over Sora with a maniacal
grin, sliding his right hand inside Sora's pants now and pulling him closer to
his aroused member that was still concealed in his pants. "But our friend
here needs to inspect our goods first now, doesn't he?"
The brunette's tears were running continuously over
his cheeks, his breath coming in quick gasps now, his muffled whimpers barely
audible in the cold, cold night. Axel's hands were skimming over his most
intimate parts now, teasingly touching and squeezing while Sora felt the large
bulge in his pants pressed firmly against his buttocks.
Sora lost all hope when he felt his pants and boxers
slide down his legs, his butt now in open air, and a tongue lick his left
jawbone lustfully. Then the pressure on his back got relieved and his heart
stopped beating altogether as he heard the distinct sound of many zippers
sliding open. He shut his eyes tightly, bracing himself for what was to come.
That's when two loud gunshots were heard in the middle
of night.

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To be continued�

-BDP-
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