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Finding Lost Dreams	By : Lanie12777 Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12745 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters, nor do I make any profit from this story.
AN: So I was trying to write the next chapter for ‘Happy Surprises’, but all I could focus on was this story. I’ve been playing KHre:CoM (I finally got it for my PS2 and have been playing like crazy; I think it actually helped me to kick my writer’s block!) Some of this I kinda got a bit stuck with – I went solo on this chapter, my co-author is out of town visiting relatives and I wanted to get this posted as soon as I could – but all in all I’m happy with it. I’m already half done with the next chapter, it should be ready by next weekend, if not sooner. Happy New Year!
　
　
Chapter 9
The remainder of summer vacation passed swiftly for Sora, and finally the day he had been dreading came: the first day of school. His stomach churned with anxiety as his alarm blared at him at seven a.m. that Monday morning, alerting him that it was time to get up. Sora lay in bed for a few moments, staring up at the white ceiling of his bedroom, before heaving a weary sigh and sitting up.
A knock at his door drew his attention. “Sora, you awake?” Max asked through the wooden portal.
“Yeah, I’m up,” the brunette answered softly. He stood and padded over to his closet to select an outfit before heading into his connected bathroom.
Max spoke again before walking downstairs. “You need to be ready in half an hour. I’ll drop you off at school.”
Sora blinked, halting at the entrance of his bathroom. His father had never offered to give him a ride to school. He’d had to do it when Sora was little, but as soon as Sora was old enough to walk to school on his own he’d simply leave for work without a word. But his father had been hanging around home more lately, and he actually talked to Sora now. Max knew he had a long ways to go to mend his and Sora’s relationship, but he was trying.
Shrugging to himself, Sora entered his bathroom to take a quick shower. The room was furnished with the same color blue as his bedroom; the shower curtain, bath rugs and window curtains contrasted nicely with the white tub, sink and toilet and white/black speckled travertine flooring. A white closet door was next to the bathroom door, right across from the sink and counter. The small tub ran alongside the closet, with a glass shower cubicle in the corner at the end. The toilet was beside the sink/counter, where Sora laid his clean clothes for after his shower. Plain white tile lined the wall in the shower and above the tub.
Undressing, Sora stepped into the shower, closing the door behind him as he turned the hot water on. He showered quickly, exiting less than ten minutes later. Wrapping a blue towel around his waist, he dried his hair and dressed, throwing the towel and his dirty clothes in the hamper on his way out of the room. He grabbed his white sneakers out of his bedroom closet, sitting down on the edge of his bed to put them on. He’d dressed casually in a pair of blue jeans and a simple white polo shirt. His hair refused to be tamed down, the brown locks seeming to defy gravity as they spiked in every direction.
Finally finished getting ready, Sora headed downstairs to the kitchen. He saw Max seated at the center island, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the daily paper. A small part of his brain noted that they’d dressed in the same colors, Max in his dark blue suit and crisp white button-down shirt and blue tie. Sora waited patiently for his father to put his mug in the sink, standing near the doorway to the kitchen.
Max stood by the sink. “Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?” He knew Sora probably wouldn’t eat, so the slight shake of his son’s head didn’t really surprise him. Taking a ten dollar bill out of his wallet, he handed it to Sora. “Take this, get a little something to eat at lunch.” Sora pocketed the money, following Max as the older man grabbed his keys and led the way outside to his car.
The ride to school was silent, and for Sora much too fast. Max pulled up at the curb in front, and Sora stepped out of the car, trepidation filling him as he looked upon the place he now hated. “I’ll pick you up at 3,” he heard Max tell him, and he absently waved him off. Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked among the milling students gathered outside and went through the school’s front doors. He went straight to the office, retrieving his class schedule and looking it over. He hadn’t seen Kairi or Riku yet, and his nerves were jittery as he made his way to his homeroom.
Stopping in front of the classroom door, Sora braced himself and walked in. There were only a few students in the room, and he took the opportunity to take a desk at the back of the class. There was still nearly twenty minutes before the eight o’clock bell, and he sat quietly as more and more kids came in.
“Sora!” He started in surprise as his name was called. He turned to see a smiling Kairi and Riku coming towards him. Riku was dressed as casually as Sora in a pair of black jeans and a maroon t-shirt, while Kairi had on her favorite pink dress and white sandals.
“Looks like we all have the same homeroom!” Kairi exclaimed happily, then checked over Sora’s schedule, which he’d left on his desk. She took the seat in front of him, while Riku sat next to him. Sora had yet to meet Riku’s gaze, but Riku wasn’t deterred. He had all year to get Sora to open up and talk to him again. Just hopefully sooner than later.
Surveying the room, Riku was glad to see that neither Saix nor Demyx was in their class. His gaze landed on one of his fellow football players, Wakka, sitting a few desks over. Next to the burly redhead was Wakka’s girlfriend Lulu. Lulu was that scary type of girl; her dark moods and quick temper tended to put off most people who met her. But she and Wakka, who was her complete opposite in temperament, had seemed to click the moment they’d met two years ago, and had been together since. Wakka, being average height at six foot, was only a few inches taller than Lulu. Riku always found it amusing to see them together. Wakka liked to wear bright colors, while Lulu usually wore dark, somber clothes. The outfit she seemed to like the most, which is the one you’ll most likely find her wearing, is a strange sort of long skirt that looked to be made of belts and a fur-lined, off-the-shoulder blouse. Her dark hair was pulled up and held by several ornamental pins, with a few long braids trailing down her back and decorated with colorful beads. She caught Riku’s perusal and stared back with cold brown eyes.
Just as the bell rang, their homeroom teacher walked in. She was a pretty young woman, looking to be in her mid to late twenties, with long brown hair. “Hello class, I’m your homeroom and also your history teacher this year, Aerith Gainsborough,” her bright green eyes scanned over the students as a pleasant smile lit up her face.
After Aerith did roll call, Kairi and Riku whispered back and forth about their schedules. “Hey Riku, you didn’t tell me your uncle was gonna teach this year,” she said. Riku read his own schedule, and sure enough his uncle Vexen was listed as his science teacher. He groaned silently to himself as he thought of taking his uncle’s class.
While Aerith readied everything to get her first class started, Kairi and Riku continued talking, both noticing how Sora had remained silent. Kairi compared all three schedules, and saw that Sora and Riku were in nearly the same classes together. She herself had only two other classes with Sora, and three with Riku. Hopefully Riku would have some luck getting Sora to at least talk again, but a small part of her was doubtful.
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Lunchtime finally rolled around, much to Kairi’s relief. She grabbed her tray of food and waited in line to pay as she searched the crowded cafeteria for Riku and Sora, and spotted Riku’s bright silver hair at a table near one of the large windows. She finally paid for her food and quickly navigated the rows of long rectangular tables, placed four in a row adjacent to each other for a total of eight aisles, and bounded up to her friends’ table. She set her tray down next to Sora, sitting across from Riku. “Hey Sora, aren’t you gonna eat something?” she asked the brunette worriedly when she didn’t see a tray in front of him. “I’m not hungry,” he mumbled, his head lowered onto his crossed forearms. His appetite was almost non-existent now, and they could tell by how much weight he’d lost.
Shrugging helplessly, Riku glanced away from Kairi’s sad face and picked at his own food. Sora hadn’t said one word to him all day, no matter how hard he tried to get him to talk to him. He was jerked out of his musings when Tidus plopped down beside Kairi, a grin on his face as he greeted his girlfriend. The small group was soon joined by Wakka and Lulu, then finally Selphie. The buzz of dozens of voices talking over one another droned in Riku’s head, but he simply ate quietly as he watched Sora out of the corner of his eye.
A sudden snide voice made everyone’s heads turn towards the front of the table. There stood the two people Riku and Kairi most definitely didn’t want to see. Demyx was standing next to Saix, a cocky smirk on his tanned face. “Too good to sit with us now, Riku?” the blonde taunted. Riku’s lip curled in apparent disdain for his former friends. “That’s fine; looks like you turned fag on us.” His laughter at his own comment made Riku fume inside.
“No one wants to hear your dumb-ass remarks, so while don’t you just go back to your table with the other brainless idiots,” Kairi hissed before Riku could utter a word.
“I wasn’t talking to you, bitch!” Demyx snarled. He took a menacing step forward, halting as his brother Tidus stood to protect his girlfriend, along with Riku. Though they were twins, their personalities were complete opposites. They weren’t identical twins, but they both had the same golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. They were very similar in build, but Tidus was two inches taller, and it showed as he glowered down at his brother.
“Don’t you ever call her that again,” he said angrily. Demyx sneered, then moved back beside Saix, who hadn’t uttered a word but simply stared at them with a condescending look on his face. “Pathetic,” Demyx raked a glare over the group at the table, “I’ll never know why you take up with this trash. I’m ashamed to call you family.”
Tidus remained standing, his fists clenched tightly to keep from punching his brother. He didn’t move until the two teens had left, sitting back down beside Kairi and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. She gave him a small smile as she leaned into his embrace. “Sorry about that,” he mumbled, his face red in anger. Surprisingly, it was Lulu who spoke. “It’s not your fault your brother’s a dickhead,” she said in her usual cool tone. Wakka nodded, his mouth full of food preventing him from speaking. (He knew better than to try talking with his mouth full around Lulu; she tended to hit him over the head with the strange moogle doll she always carried around with her.)
Riku glanced at Sora after resuming his own seat, worry etched on his face as he noticed the smaller boy fighting back tears. Sora knew that Demyx and Tidus were at each other’s throats because of him, even though Tidus had told him that wasn’t why they fought. Kairi turned her attention from Tidus to see the look Riku shot her, nodding his head at Sora, who now had his face buried in his folded arms on top of the table.
“Sora? Are you okay?” Kairi whispered. Chocolate-brown tufts of hair lifted, and she saw ocean-blue orbs gaze at her. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said in a low voice, sighing as he picked his backpack up off the floor. Kairi moved to lay a hand on his arm, and everyone at the table noticed as Sora flinched slightly as he moved out of Kairi’s range. He still had a problem with people touching him; he couldn’t help it. The thought of someone putting even a finger on him made him feel sick.
Sora stood up, grasping his bag tightly. “I’ll see you guys later,” he murmured just as the bell signaling lunch was over rang loudly. Riku cursed as he remembered that Sora’s next class was one he didn’t share with him. “Damn it!” he growled, kicking his chair as he picked up his books. Kairi and Tidus began walking with him to his class; Tidus had math, while Kairi was headed for history. Riku had his most hated class right now: calculus 1. He waved bye to his friends and entered the classroom, his thoughts completely on Sora.
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Staring longingly at the clock on the wall behind the teacher’s desk, Sora willed the time to pass faster. He was in his science class, his last one of the day; he vaguely remembered Kairi saying that Riku’s uncle Vexen was teaching the class this year. He’d met the man a few times when he’d had sleepovers with Riku at his house. The guy had a weird fascination with ice, and was always showing off his crazy experiments.
He knew the man recognized him. He kept zeroing in on Sora as he taught the lesson, smiling kindly as Sora would unintentionally meet his eyes. Vexen had the bright emerald green eyes that Sephiroth had, but his hair was a medium blonde instead of that unusual silver that ran in their family. Riku had once told him that his grandmother, Sephiroth and Vexen’s mother, had the same vibrant shade of hair color. Her name, Jenova, had stuck in his head due to it being so strange. Sora had never met her, but he’d seen pictures of her at Riku’s house. Sephiroth and Riku were almost carbon copies of her.
Five minutes ‘til three, and the first bell to let students go home sounded. Relief poured through the brunette as he gathered his things and hurriedly exited the room. As he walked out of the school building, he could hear the kids talking and screaming as they were loaded onto the buses as he passed by them. He kept his gaze focused on the ground as he slowly started his trek home. Even though Max had told him he’d pick him up, he’d gotten a text from his father saying that he’d have to stay at work after hours for some kind of impromptu client consultation. He’d told Sora to ride the bus home, but Sora hated the bus; there was absolutely no way he was stepping foot on one.
Not paying attention to his surroundings, Sora stopped dead in his tracks as he heard his name spoken in a husky voice. Wide blue eyes locked onto a particular face he’d hoped never to see again. Xemnas was standing next to his dark car just ahead of him, leaning against the driver’s door as his golden eyes trailed down his body then back up to his face. Sora gulped in fear, realizing that his absentmindedness had made him a bit careless. He was alone on the sidewalk, in an empty section of street where no homes or businesses were. He cautiously backed away, never taking his eyes off of the man in front of him.
Xemnas smirked as he pushed himself off his car and began advancing towards the smaller teen. Quick as lightning, his hand lashed out and grabbed hold of Sora’s thin wrist, keeping the panicking boy in place effortlessly. Sora fought to free his arm, twisting and pulling in Xemnas’ grip. “Let me go!” he cried out hoarsely, his throat closing up in terror. He dug his feet into the dense patch of grass between the sidewalk and road as Xemnas began pulling him to his car. “I think you and I need to have a little chat,” Xemnas informed him. Tears of frustration and panic blinded Sora momentarily, but just before the tall man could push him into the vehicle, another voice rang out.
“Get your hands off him!” Sora never thought he’d be so glad to hear Riku’s voice. The silver-haired teen had followed Sora home, wanting to keep a close watch on him. He was glad he did, seeing him fighting to be released from the older man’s grasp.
Riku ran to Sora’s side and knocked the white-haired man’s hand away from the brunette’s wrist. Cold gold orbs regarded the teen who had come to Sora’s aid. Riku glared balefully at Xemnas, daring him silently to lay a hand on Sora again. Riku got into a fighting stance; he’d spent years training in martial arts, and he was prepared to physically keep the man away from Sora if need be. A sneer twisted Xemnas’ lips as he turned to get into his car. “Our talk will have to wait until later, I suppose,” he told the now-trembling Sora as he opened his car door and sat behind the wheel, “but I will see you later,” he promised darkly. Riku remained beside Sora as Xemnas drove off, wondering what the hell that was all about.
Picking up Sora’s backpack, which had been dropped during the brief struggle, Riku handed it to the shaken boy. “Come on, I’m walking you home.” His tone brooked no refusal, and Sora nodded gratefully as he fell into step with Riku.
Riku was pondering who the man could have been, and why he wanted to get Sora into his car, when he heard the one thing he’d been craving all day. Sora’s voice. “Thank you, Riku,” he whispered softly. Riku smiled; he hadn't realized exactly how much he'd missed the sound of Sora's voice. He made sure to stay close to Sora the rest of the way to the brunette's house, all while wondering if that man could possibly be the reason why Sora had been acting weird. He made a mental note to talk to Sora's father about this later.
**Yeah, kinda crappy ending, but my brain and my fingers wouldn’t cooperate. I tried to get Lulu as accurate as I could, but she was a bit hard. I’m basing her off the way she was at the start of FFX, when she was cold to Tidus and Wakka. And next chapter you’ll find out exactly why Max couldn’t pick Sora up.**
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