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When All Things Come Back To You	By : AoiNikko Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 3603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of Kingdom Hearts. The game, characters and story belong to those wonderful folks at Square Enix and of course, Disney. Please don�t sue me, I�m not making any money off of this, and all you will get is a couple of socks and my yaoi infested brain (Which I am sure you don�t want) By the way, if you guys ever do read this, fan fiction is a high complement and you should feel all warm and fuzzy if you should see some. It means someone loves you and your work. *Wink* Oh, and we want the Kingdom Hearts: Final Mix over here in the states. People will buy it, trust me. Thank you!
Sora: Now that�s a strange disclaimer.

Author: Quiet, or I�ll write a threesome slash fic with you in it.

Sora: You said you might do that anyway.

Author: With Selphie and Yuffie?

Sora: *Shudders*
Note to readers: This story takes place a week after the events in Kingdom Hearts. It is inspired by a wonderful fic called �Stygian Solace� written by Uzumaki-sama. (This fic is also a gift for her!) If you haven�t read it, you should! It�s excellent. You can find it on her site, A Fragmented Oasis, or you can read it here. She also has two more fics you should also read, �A Complete 180� and �Half Sandcastle�. Do it today! (After you read and review MY fic of course. ^_~)
Riku: She�s so shameless�

Sora: You�ll come to expect that.
Also, this is a Shonen-ai. That means boy/boy love. If that bothers you, don�t read this fic. All flames will be used in a �Sora and Riku make out in front of a fireplace� scene for the entertainment of yaoi obsessed fan girls. I repeat in big bold letters:

THIS IS A SHONEN-AI. IF YOU DON�T LIKE BOY/BOY LOVE DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ THIS FIC.
Now let�s see how many stupid people there are in the world. If you are still here, I�m going to stop now. On to the fic! Enjoy.

When All Things Come Back To You

A Shonen-ai story

By Aoi Nikko

Chapter One, Part One:

The Daily Things That Keep Us All Busy

�Are Confusing Me�

He isn�t at all sure who he is. Nothing is familiar to him, not even the clothes on his back. The only thing that stands out in his mind is the thought that he is looking for someone and a name.

Sora.
He is pretty sure the name is his own, but that is all he is sure of. As for what happened, all he can remember is light, and a sharp pain followed by a merciful darkness.
He remembers that he had awakened when cold drops of water kissed his forehead. He had sat up with a groan; there was a dull ache on the top of his head and his body felt sluggish. The fact that it was cold and raining slowly dawned on him as his senses returned and he had then rushed about for shelter, finding it under a dirty but hard-wearing awning. While he huddled for warmth, the realization hit him- he didn�t know anything about himself. At that time though, he didn�t even know his name, but after staring in thought at the dark clouds above for a while, a name came to him. It was so familiar that he automatically assumed it was his own. After the name, bits and pieces of what happened came back to him, he was looking for someone, and that�s how he got here�wherever here is.
The rain let up, although the sky didn�t clear. Walking out from under the awning, the boy takes a few hesitant steps toward a building to look at his reflection in a grubby window. Through the filth, he is able make out a rather wild mane of auburn spikes that stick out every which way and clear, innocent blue eyes. He tests the name he thinks is his own on his tongue, looking at his likeness as it mimics him.

�Sora.�

There is a ripple of familiarity. Yes, that is definitely his name. Well, it is a start, but how old is he? Where does he come from? Who are his parents, his friends? Who is it that he is looking for? He stares at the window as if it can give him the answers he seeks, but no matter how long he stares, nothing more comes to him. With a sigh, Sora looks past his reflection to the room beyond. It appears as if this building is a store of some kind, for brightly colored boxes sit neatly on shelves.
�A�� Sora murmurs, hesitating to struggle for the proper word. � � toy store?�
Blinking, he notices a thin steam of light as it falls upon a poster on the back. It seems to be an advertisement of some sort. On it, a young boy is sitting on a sandy beach. Sora feels a tug on his heart and then confusion. What is this feeling? It�s bad enough he doesn�t have his memories, but to not even know his own feelings? Sora lay his head on the cold glass and sighed.
He has been there a long time when everything becomes very still. The wind has since slowed, and there is no sound, not even the faintest whisper. Sora never even notices, so lost is he in his own thoughts. Behind him, the darkness writhes and takes shape, forming into beings much like animated shadows. They spread out a bit, their eyes glowing eerily, slowly approaching the distracted boy. The wind then begins to blow a little harder, seeming to whisper his name.

��Sora��

Sora snaps out of his thoughts, his eyes opening and noticing the dark creatures in the reflection cast by the window. He turns to see the writhing darklings behind him, sapphire blue eyes wide with confusion and horror. The thought to fight crosses his mind briefly, but panic soon wins over and he runs to escape the things that are closing in on him. They reach for him with curved claws, ripping his clothing and drawing blood. When he breaks free of them they give chase, but it is soon clear that he is much faster then them. They sink into the ground, slithering silently upon it like shadows through the dark streets. They split up to herd him into a place where they can easily overtake him and as panicked as he is, Sora unknowingly let them.
Sora finds himself in a dark alleyway, a tall building still slick with rain keeping him from going any farther. Blue eyes dart about looking for escape. Spotting a window too high for him to jump to, Sora looks around for something to climb on. A few rusted garbage cans lie in a corner; and Sora wastes no time in dragging them over to stand on. As he flips the first over, a broken picture of an ocean shoreline falls out at his feet. Sora set the can down, forgetting the creatures after him as recognition washes over him yet again. As he reaches down to grab it, the glass cuts his hand. Sora pulls back with a hiss of pain, and then remembers he is a fugitive. Sensing movement, he jumps to the side just as a shadow leaps at him. The shadow turns, antennae twitching as it senses easy prey. The thought of that angered Sora. He balls his hands into fists, deciding that he would not let them get him without a fight. He takes a swing at one, knocking it aside, but the others jump him at once, burying him under their obsidian bodies. Stumbling under the weight, his feet crunch over the picture and he just about gives himself up for lost�

�Giving up already? Come on Sora. I thought you were stronger then that!�

�No!� Sora growls with renewed ardor and a bright glow overcomes him, throwing the shadows back. Surprised, Sora looks down to see that a shining sword shaped like a key lay in his hands, power and warmth radiating from it in a familiar way. A small key chain dangles at the end of it, shaped like a lion�s head. It too is very familiar, and somehow, it comforts him to see it, almost as though he is being protected in a way.
The shadows surrounding him back away cautiously. They know what the giant key is, even if its wielder does not. Though they are cautious, they are just as determined to get the boy now as they were before and so they again attack. Armed with his new weapon, Sora finds he is able to do them some real damage. His body seems to move at its own accord and Sora finds he can fight best if he doesn�t concentrate too hard on what he is doing and let his body flow through his attacks like a crimson wind. When the shadows back away a second time to regroup, Sora thrust the key into the air.

�THUNDER!� He cries, and the skies obey, yellow flashes of lighting striking the area around him. Those shadows left explode in a shower of green balls that heals his wounds as he touches them. Breath heavy from exertion, Sora stares at the weapon in his hand. What is this thing? Who is he that can he do all this?

The rain begins to fall again, lly tly this time, covering the area with a fine mist. Sora closes his eyes, lowering the weapon in his hand and it vanishes in a bright light. He walks out of the alleyway, stopping at the curb where the rainwater has made a large pond in the street.
�I�m in an unknown placehouthout my memories.� He thinks to himself grimly. �What do I do now?�

Chapter One, part two:

Kimi to iu hikari ga watashi o mitsukeru mayonaka ni

Lightning flashes, illuminating a hooded figure in black as he slowly walks down a desolate street, ignoring the rain completely. Silver accents gleam under dim streetlights and he comes to a stop, as if suddenly sensing something.
The shadows around him begin to undulate as dark creatures arose from the inky depths. Their eyes glow softly and they flex claw-curved hands slowly, stalking their prey. The tall figure in black snorts slightly, and violet flames surround him in the shape of the Heartless symbol. The tall figure crouches down into an attack stance, two Keyblades appearing in each hand, gleaming with a wicked promise. His lips twitch into something not quite a smile, and he speaks two words.
�Where�s Sora?�
The question is not directed to the creatures before him, but to the tall building just beyond them where one can make out a second figure atop it. Though the distance between them is great, the hooded boy knows his opponent can hear his words. If the shadow says something in reply, none know, for at this moment, the shadows decide to attack.
They were met with a force as powerful and as graceful as a summer tsunami. Keyblades flashing in the low light, the figure in black dashes through them, cutting them down as if they are overgrown weeds. His triumph is never celebrated in any small way for the figure keeps running toward the tall building before him, and with an added burst of speed runs up the rain-washed stone to reach the figure atop it.
�Where�is Sora?� The figure hisses between sharp breaths. He glares at the boy standing near the ledge, taking in his shoulder length silver hair and pale skin. The boy looks at him over his shoulder, his eyes shrouded by a blindfold. He turns a mocking grin on the hooded figure and backs up closer to the edge, leaning back into nothing. The figure in black doesn�t move save to get out of his crouched attack stance. This has happened before. He knew that if he goes over to look for him, the mysterious boy will be nowhere to be found. Irritated, he pulls his hood back, revealing shaggy silver hair and tropical sea eyes.
�Damn it! Bastard ran away again.� The Keyblades vanished as they had appeared, and the silver haired youth sits down heavily on the roof. He tilts his head back, taking several deep breaths to calm himself, and then leans back on his arms. Closing his eyes, he pictures the young boy he searches for, the boy named Sora, grinning at him, blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

�Riku!�

The silver haired boy opens his eyes with a groan. It has only been a week since the door to Kingdom Hearts had been shut tight, separating him from his friend- his best friend. Since then, the older boy has been through near hell getting over self-pity and trying to find a way out of Kingdom Hearts to reunite himself with Sora.
After the door shut, Riku remembers feeling as though he was able to atone for all the heartache he had given Sora, and for foolishly opening his heart fully to the darkness. Not to mention the fact he had allowed Ansem to control his body and nearly killed the Keyblade master. If Sora had not called the light within Kingdom Hearts, he would not have had the strength to get free and take back control.

�You�re wrong! I know now, without a doubt�Kingdom Hearts�is light!�

Darkness had indeed resided beyond the pale doors, but because of the potency of Sora�s belief, of his very heart, what light that was trapped there was released, and Ansem disappeared. Riku had awakened just beyond the door, his body his own again. He remembers the sharp pain in his heart when he saw that Sora no longer needed him, that he was strong all by himself. What had hurt more was the thought that when the worlds were restored, Sora and Kairi would be back on Destiny Island without him.
He had lost Sora.
It was then that he began to slowly realize why he had chased after the boy through the worlds. Why he had baited him with Kairi, trying to get his friend to follow after him. Why he had stolen the Keyblade from him.
He is hopelessly, obsessively in love with his best friend and never even knew it, chalking it up to rivalry, rather then what it really is. Knowing this gave him little comfort, however, for he knows his feelings will never be returned, they can�t even be known. So instead he helped him, once by holding the evil leader back, another by calling out to Sora, a light tease to help give him the strength to fight back. He helped a third time by deciding to stay behind in Kingdom Hearts, leaving Sora to Kairi. There he would have been content to rot, or have his heart stolen in a lackadaisical fightinstinst the Darkside heartless, if it were not for the words of a very wise king.
That king carried a Keyblade very different from his or Sora�s. It has the power to connect hearts, and he had been using it to guide Sora from well before he had become the Keyblade Master.
He had told Riku that all the while when he was watching, Sora never gave up, not on his quest, not on himself, and not on his friends. It was this that made Sora�s heart ultimately stronger then Riku�s. Learning that made Riku a little stronger, and much wiser. He decided he would fight to meet with his friend again so he could apologize and explain why he had done what he did and try to save, at the very least, their friendship. So it was then he joined the diminutive king on looking for a way out of Kingdom Hearts, but it was he who found it. Using the golden Keyblade, the king connected them both with Sora. Riku, with the power of the dark Keyblade, added his strength to the kings might. The result should have pulled himself and the king out of Kingdom Hearts, and right to where Sora was.
However, something went terribly wrong.
Riku still isn�t completely sure of what had happened, but he did have a theory. At the same time the king and Riku were trying to get to Sora, Sora was trying to get to them. Because of this, he no longer was an �anchor� and the three ended up somewhere in the middle, into a place Riku had come to call Koritsu City.
Riku had found himself alone, the king nowhere in sight, yet Riku possessed his gold Keyblade. Through it, he knew that Sora was there, but could not pinpoint his exact location since he really had no idea how to use it properly. A good old-fashioned search was in order, and Riku wasted no time getting to it. He hadn�t been at it very long when he had run into a boy who at first glance resembled him very much.
The boy had a blindfold hiding his eyes, yet he looked straight at Riku as if he wasn�t wearing one at all.

�You have two, but not the one I�m looking for. You aren�t the Hated one at all, are you?�

Confused, Riku demanded to know what the boy was talking about, but instead, he walked away. Riku chased after him, but he vanished when he turned the corner. Riku had run into him a few more times after that, all to the same results. During that time, the duel Keyblade wielder had learned that the boy was looking for Sora as well, but he had no idea why.
He did look very much like he did, but the fact that he wears a blindfold probably means that his eyes are different. He is most likely going to try to fool his friends, something Riku did not want to happen. He has since redoubled his efforts to question him, threaten him, fight him and follow him to no avail. Always the blindfolded boy manages to escape, without a word passing from his lips.
Shaking his head, Riku stands up. He doesn�t have time to sit back like this and lose himself in his thoughts.
�I�ve got to find Sora. Before that guy does.�
A flash of lightning catches his attention. It is very close, close enough to make him nervous being up on a building like he is. He then stops short, staring very hard in the direction the lightning has come from.
There had been no thunder.
A spell had been cast. It may have been Sora or may not have been, it could be that strange boy, or one of those spell casting Heartless�but then they wouldn�t cast a spell unless they have a target, and the only target the Heartless have is the Keyblade master. So it has to be Sora! Riku leaps into action, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, hoping he is not too late.

Author�s nonsense:
Whee! Chapter one is done here! Did you like it? Then review! Hated it? Review anyway!
Mood Music: Vincent�s Theme-FF7

No Turning Back-Soul CaliburII

Hollow Bastion-Kingdom Hearts
I�m sure you have noticed that my chapters are split up into two parts. Both parts have a line either from Simple and Clean or Hikari. All chapters will be like this. Sora�s part will always have a title from the English version, Simple and Clean, while Riku�s part will be from the Japanese version, Hikari. Would you like the translation for the title? Okay�.

Kimi to iu hikari ga watashi o mitsukeru mayonaka ni

The light known as �you� finds me in the middle of the night.
Fitting, no? Did you catch the fun things I put in the fic? There is some foreshadowing if you look, and there are little things throughout that I did just for fun.
Like Koritsu City. Koritsu means isolation in Japanese. ^_^ There�s lots of neat things like that. Tell me what you notice, okay? Watch the Keyblades!

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