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The Long Weekend Away	By : neonabsinthe Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3949 -:- 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
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Warnings: AU. Fairly OOC and cliché (with Rich Popular Riku and Shy Sora. But hopefully the actual storyline is less cliché). A lotta swearing; drug use and adult situations and fluff alert in later chapters.
Summary: After his mysterious year and a half long disappearance, Riku’s abrupt return to his former high-society life creates uproar amongst his friends and family, especially since it involves the secrets of the mysterious boy he brought back with him. And now, everyone must learn to adjust to the new changes, while still trying to figure out just exactly what happened to Riku over the past eighteen months, and also to the boy, Sora. AU. RikuxSora. slash, het
Pairings: Riku x Sora, onesided Riku x Kairi, and other minor pairings – some which may become major in later chapters. Dunno yet.
A/N: Okay. First fanfiction ever!!! So like all other first time writers, I ask you to please be kind and help give me pointers, etc.
By all means, flame if you want. But at least make them funny/witty, because I actually like reading those (even if it’s directed at me).

Disclaimer for WHOLE STORY: The characters and many references to the Kingdom Hearts world belong to Square-Enix and Disney. But this particularly plot/story belongs to me. Not making any profit from this either.

The Long Weekend Away
By: neon-absinthe

-- PART I: Chapter 1 – Upon Return --

Rumours. Possibly the speediest form of information exchange that was available to mankind.
It didn’t matter that half the time it was pure falsities made up by bored and uninspired teenagers with nothing better to do with their time other than to gossip and drop pills. After all, a wise man once said that gossip needn’t be evil – there were simply too many truths out there which shouldn’t be passed around.
As such, the nature of rumours didn’t disappoint when on the first day of the new school year, what was easily the biggest and most shocking scandal, taking priority over all other holiday gossip, had reached every corner of Radiant Garden Academy long before even the first bell had been struck.
“Can you believe it? Riku’s back.”

“So have you heard?”
“About?”
“About what everyone’s saying?”
A hesitant nod. There was only one thing this could be referring to.
“I still can’t believe it. It’s unbelievable.”
“ ‘Unbelievable’,” a muttered scoff. “I wish it were.”
“I mean, I don’t get it,” not hearing the other girl’s snide comment. “He left, and now’s he back. Just like that?”
“Apparently,” came the terse reply.
“It’s just so…abrupt, you know. He didn’t even tell us. I only found out because I overheard several people talking about it on my way over here and was so shocked that I walked right into the guy in front of me. It turned out to be that freaky kid, Reno Lark. And I had to be nice to him because, you know, his father is an associate of my father.”
Despite her previous mood, an amused quirk pulled at the lips of her companion. “You’re rambling again,” she commented.
“And you’re being judgemental again,” came the immediate retort. “How does Vincent put up with it?”
“The same way Irvine puts up with your childishness. Oh wait, he doesn’t.” Smirk.
“Just because we’re not going out now, doesn’t mean we won’t in the near future. You’ll see. There’s no way Irvine Kinneas can resist my charm.”
“He’s a playboy, Selphie. There are few charms he can, or want to, resist. Besides, what you’re doing is bordering on stalking.”
The brunette, Selphie, placed a manicured hand on her slim hips, and cocked a brow at her amused half-Wutainese friend, who was leaning back casually against the brick wall with folded arms and a leg bent, supporting herself.
“It’s not stalking. I’m merely very curious.”
The dark-haired girl rolled her purple eyes, but, nonetheless, let out a small smile. “Good comeback, Miss Tilmitt,” she mocked. “Should I contact the Pulitzer judging board?”
A light breeze swept by them, filling up the silence that had descended.
It was typically beautiful this time of year. Summer had just passed them by, taking the smouldering heat with it. And now, the perfect not-too-hot-yet-not-too-cold weather of autumn was designated to rule the next few coming months. This explained the lovely warm post-summer breezes and the delicate transitional stage of the leaves that slowly changed them from green to yellow – the first signs of fall.
By the time their pleated school skirts had settled and locks of hair brushed neatly back into place, Yuffie’s eyes had darkened considerably. The light-hearted atmosphere generated by their playful bantering seemed to have been swept away by the wind, if it ever was there in the first place.
“I don’t want him to be back, Selphie,” she said quietly. Her strong façade collapsed, revealing the vulnerability beneath.
“I know Yuffie,” the brunette replied softly. “I feel the same way to an extent. But he’s still our–”
“He’s not,” she cut in. Her tone was curt and harsh, impenetrably firm almost to a fault. It was the type of statement you just couldn’t argue against.
Taken aback, Selphie hesitated, unsure how to proceed. Staring at slender girl in front of her, whose hard gaze had finally turned away – her head leaning back against the wall while glaring at sky – Selphie struggled to find her usual confidence.
“You didn’t let me finish,” she said softly after an uncomfortable pause.
Yuffie sharply regarded her, previously far away lilac eyes now piercing violet, focused and conscious of her surroundings.
“I know what you were going to say, Selphie. And my answer is, he’s not anymore,” and looked away, jaw tense, as if dismissing her. “Friends don’t do that to each other. The end.”
Selphie internally winced. Yuffie was always a stubborn girl. When she had reached a conclusion, you couldn’t rip the resolve from her mind even if it had handles and you a crowbar. So what could Selphie possibly do?
“Well,” the shorter teenager fumbled for her words. “Maybe, maybe not. I just don’t know right now. What about if we just talked to him, or something; listen to what he has to say?–”
“Don’t be delusional,” Yuffie sneered.
“–I just don’t want to regret anything if it turns out he actually has a legitimate explanation for all of this, you know?”
But Yuffie’s infamous temper had already blinded her judgement to the extent where it was impossible to even hear her friend’s logic.
“Am I seriously hearing this? What possible answer could he give, Selphie, to make it all okay again?” the raven-haired girl spat. “Nothing he can ever say would erase the shit he pulled. So don’t try and defend him, okay? It’s really starting to make me angry.”
“Defending who is making you angry?” came a light melodic voice from behind them.
Startled, both girls were so caught up in their conversation that they hardly noticed the third person who had just joined their two-person line of fire.
“Kairi,” Selphie breathed, quickly turning around and attempting a smile. “Uh, hey.”
Behind her stood a tall slender redhead girl, also wearing the same blazer, shirt and skirt ensemble worn by the other two girls – the standard uniform of their prestigious private school. Silky auburn hair framed a flawless face – soft pink bow lips, stunning ocean blue eyes and a light dusting of freckles over the bridge of her pert straight nose. Everything about this girl was clean, proper, poised and graceful; nothing short of perfection. It was one of the main reasons why Kairi was such a favourite with the teachers and parents, idolised by all the girls and held the hearts of all the boys in her dainty hands. Her vindictive streak seemed only secondary to her flawlessness.
But her perfect world was about to be shattered, and she doesn’t even know it yet.
“First day back and there’s boy trouble already? And how has Vincent pissed you off this time, my dear Miss. Yakira Kirasagi?” she teased, giving glimpses of perfectly straight pearly white teeth while the soft sunlight caused her sapphire eyes to twinkle.
Selphie could only gape – her mouth opening and closing like a stunned fish. Yuffie just stayed silent.
Of all people to walk in at that particular moment, it had to be Kairi. She was by far the last person they wanted to broach the topic of Riku with. It was almost ironic that Kairi was probably the person who deserved most to know about Riku’s return, and yet, she seemed to be the last to actually find out and was by far the last person anyone dared to inform of such a fact.
…Strange. Kairi’s lips twisted into a confused smile.
“You realise the two of you have absolutely no acting talent, given this display,” she joked, lifting an elegant eyebrow. “So what’s going on? Why are you two acting so weirdly?”
The redhead beauty looked back and forth from the guilty countenance of Selphie and the seemingly nonchalant expression of Yuffie. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that something big had happened.
“Have we all become mutes?” she pressed, a little amused at her friends’ antics, but at the same time also rapidly losing her patience.
What could be so important that her best friends, whom she shared so much memories and intimate secrets with and vice versa, felt the need to keep it from her? For someone who usually knew everything about everyone, being the only person ignorant of an obvious scandal did not sit well with Kairi. At all.
Finally, Selphie cracked under the pressure of the redhead’s intense stare.
“Okay,” the brunette let out, hands fluttering with her exclamation. “If I tell you, you have to promise not to do something crazy or stupid.”
Kairi let out a chuckle. “Why would I do something like that?” The exaggerations of her emotional friend always amused her to no end. If anything were ever to be said about Kairi Spencer, her cool and calm collectedness would not be a neglected topic.
But Selphie wasn’t joking. It wasn’t a frequent occurrence to see the bubbly brunette sport such a grave expression when she normally breathed sunshine.
Kairi’s brows crinkled inwards as her eyes narrowed with thought. So this was serious. Enunciating clearly every syllable, the redhead repeated slowly so that there would be no ambiguity or misinterpretation of her words.
“What is going on?”
But Selphie was adamant. “Promise me first, Kairi.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Kairi snapped, her curiosity and irritation rising, clashing with each other as they went. “I can’t promise you something like that if I don’t know what this is all about. Stop being so childish and just tell me what happened.”
“Not until you promise me,” the brunette pressed stubbornly.
“For heaven’s sake, Selphie,” Yuffie cast an annoyed glance at the shorter girl. “She deserves to know.”
…Deserves to know what?
The black-haired teen hesitated, slowly turning to her tall redhead friend. “Kairi,” she said gently, and then paused.
There really was no easy way to say this, other than to just say it. Since when did two words become so difficult for her lips to form?
“Kairi…Riku’s back.”
“Yuffie!” Selphie immediately hissed, giving her a slap on the arm. “How could you!”
“How could I not?” the violet-eyed girl retorted, indignant. “Kairi, of all people, deserves to know. Right, Kairi? Since when can you decided what Kairi can or can’t know?” Turning to the redhead, “That bastard. I mean, how dare he just…waltz back into our lives as if nothing’s happened. Does he actually think we’d let him? I mean, it’s completely ludicrous, don’t you think?”
“…”
“…Kairi?”
But the redhead wasn’t listening, frozen in time. Those deep blue irises, though appeared to be staring straight into Yuffie’s eyes, in actuality didn’t register anything.
In fact, Kairi couldn’t concentrate on anything at that moment. Not the warm breeze that made a few red strands flutter across her face and tickle her nose, or the group of boys walking by with appreciative gazes that were trained directly on their trio, or the fact that she was currently ignoring her two best friends with her preoccupation, the two whom were speaking to her and looking decidedly worried at her lack of response.
Being so microscopically insignificant in comparison, all these details were being drowned out by the only thing which has captured and monopolised her attention. Like a broken record, playing the same track over and over again endlessly, was simply the word ‘Riku’.

Riku. Riku. Riku.
The endless mystery that was Riku.
There were so many questions to be asked.
Pity so many of them were to remain unanswered.

“Riku?” she breathed, suddenly feeling faint. “As in Riku Samuel? Our Riku?”
Her panic was becoming more apparent and perceptible by the second.
“He…came back?”
“It appears so,” Yuffie replied with a small sneer, which dissipated as soon as her eyes fell upon the her fiery-haired friend’s unresponsive countenance. “I’m sorry, Kairi.”
“I–,” Kairi stopped short, quickly placing a hand on her chest, as if needing help to breathe. It was as if her pronounced youthful beauty had been stolen from her, forcibly drained away, leaving behind this pale imitation – this nervous wreck which stood before them.
“I don’t believe it.”
It wasn’t such an unexpected answer. Yuffie lifted herself off the wall and gingerly stepped closer, placing a hand on her friend’s arm. “We didn’t either at first,” she told her. “But then…I saw his car in his usual spot earlier.”
“His car?” Kairi repeated blankly, thoughts a thousand miles away.
“And everyone’s been talking about it,” Selphie added. “About him being back. To be honest, I’m a little surprised you haven’t heard it yet.”
No, she hadn’t heard. But suddenly, all those strange looks she received this morning made perfect sense. All along, they all knew.
And no one told her.
“But…he would have said something,” the redhead sounded out slowly, as if the clearer she said it, the truer it will become. “He would have told us if he was coming back,” she repeated.
“He should have,” Yuffie affirmed, “but he’s a dickhead.” The raven-haired girl emitted a sigh. “I don’t know. Maybe he just doesn’t care. It’s not like he told any of us he was leaving before dropping off the face of the planet the year and a half ago.”
Kairi’s only reaction was a flinch. Her eyes were invisible beneath the shadows cast by long wine-coloured locks.
“Yuffie,” Selphie warned with a look in her eye. And this is supposed to be helping Kairi, how?
Yuffie was about to retort when Kairi’s head snapped back up, suddenly coming out of her daze.
“No,” she breathed. “She’s right.”
Twisting out of her friends’ grasps despite their protests, Kairi took a shaky step back.
“He can’t do this to us again. The first time was bad enough; we simply can’t be left in the dark with everything about him. We were meant to be his best friends! And he was meant to be my–”
Kairi stopped short.
Shocked by how hysterical she had let herself become, she left without another word. The normally cool and composed young woman, an only child in line to inherit a prestigious shipping tycoon’s fortunes, strode quickly away from other two and back towards the main school building. Riku tended to have such profound effects on her emotions.
“Kairi?” Selphie began to run after her, only to be held back by her half-Wutainese friend. Selphie understood that Kairi most likely needed some space right now, but–
“Kairi! Where are you going?” Selphie called to the redhead’s back.
No answer.
She gave one more last ditched effort. “Class is about to start, Kairi!”
Kairi could hear them calling her back, wanting to talk with her. Reason with her.
But she remained silent. She chose to deafen her ears.
Kairi really didn’t want to talk to them right now. Or anybody else right now, for that matter. Save for one person – the cause of all this drama. The one with all the answers.
Riku.
So as she walked away, arms hugging herself, Kairi concentrated on her every step and forced her eyes to remain forward lest her nerves consume her and she ran away in cowardice. She tried not to listen to her friends hiss quietly to each other about her and about this horrible mess of a drama she found herself lost in. But sometimes, the softest whispers resonated like the loudest of screams.
“Why didn’t you tell me that Kairi, of all people, was behind me?! Some friend you are.”
“What?! I didn’t see her either.”
“Have your eyes stopped working? How could you not? You were facing her direction– ”
“God, Yuffie! You and I of all people should about how hard this would affect her. I mean, she and Riku have been going out on and off for, like, ages; and they were best friends long before that. He just…disappeared, you know, without a single word. No one knew where he went or why he left. And now he’s back a year and a half later, out of the blue.”
Sigh.
“You don’t think I know that?” Yuffie’s voice sounded defeated. “Poor Kairi.”
Kairi could only hug herself tighter.
Yes. Poor Kairi indeed.

--

A fine sculpted hand brushed a few strands of light silver hair out of a pair of turquoise eyes, only to have those same locks fall back again.
But Riku was far from annoyed.
Though the first classes haven’t even begun yet, if the day continued going like it has unfolded so far, it would turn out to be a fantastic day.
In many ways, it was almost as if he had never left.
As soon as Riku stepped out of his car and set foot on school property this morning – the first time in eighteen or so months – he was overwhelmed with a tirade of greetings and welcome backs, many from people he barely knew the names of but who knew his name very well. He didn’t know what he was expecting when he got up that morning. But such a positive reception to his mysterious return was not one of them.
What these nameless, faceless people thought about him and his reappearance hardly mattered to him. The only people whose opinions he valued were those of his closest friends – his group, his gang, his clique – the only five people whom he allowed to glimpse the real Riku from time to time. It was them whom he had missed in his time away.
Ironically, it was also their reactions that he was ultimately dreading to receive, as they were the ones who were most likely most hurt by his thoughtless actions.
So it really surprised Riku just how well Tidus and Wakka took to the news of his abrupt return. Though Wakka was curious, overly curious, and angry at the silver head’s initial disappearance, he seemed mostly happy to see his friend again. Tidus, usually the fair level-headed one of them all, silently took up the role of peace-keeper by opting to giving Riku the time he needed to tell them what he wished to impart. But Riku could tell that he, too, was dying to know the mystery behind all of this and that the silver-haired teen shouldn’t take advantage of the blond’s patience for too long.
However, Riku knew he was being naïve, despite the positive reception. The day was still early; Tidus and particularly Wakka could easily run out of patience by lunch. Besides, the worst confrontations have barely begun.
But right now, he was just content to be in the company of two of his closest friends in the precious few moments before class officially started, listening to Wakka tell his tall tales while Tidus sat with him, cocking a brow at all the questionable facts in his recount, which was often enough.
Just like old times. It was as if the past eighteen months had never happened.
“I’m telling ya, bruddas, it was a Mike Tyson-resque left-hook right into my eye,” Wakka gestured to the faint bruise surrounding his right eye – which, in all honesty, kind of suited the boisterous personality he had.
Tidus raised an eyebrow, indicating a gross exaggeration in Wakka’s recount.
“And thank god I’m one tough mother fucker, ‘cause that didn’t slow me the tiniest bit down, ya? The sorry bastard was pissin’ himself when I got right back up and let ‘im have it – delivered a fist right into the fucker’s smirkin’ face. He got carried out of the pool on a stretcher, beat up as shit.” Tidus’ other blond brow rose to join its twin. “All black and blue.”
“ ‘Black and blue’, huh?” the blond scoffed.
“So what did Cid say?” Riku asked.
“Nothin’ ” Wakka shrugged, running a hand through his one-of-a-kind reddish-orange quiff, complete with the clashing blue headband.
For the life of him, Riku could never understand why someone of Wakka’s social and economic standing, with all the money and stylists and etiquette training in the world at his beck and call, could come out with such…strange choices in self-presentation, both in appearance and in his callous way of talking and acting. But then again, it was enviable he didn’t feel the pressure of the standards of appearance and behaviour, particularly in the world they were born into.
“Coach was really good about it,” Wakka smirked. “That little shit goes up ta Coach and complains about my ‘aggravated assault’, even though he started it, ya? But backed down completely after he found out who I was. Coach just told me ta stop fightin’.”
None of them batted an eyelash. These kinds of special treatment, ‘privileges’ so to speak, were plentiful for young men who were basically heirs to their enormous family fortunes, all having been treated like the proverbial princes they were since birth. It was only until recently that Riku began to see just how much his life and achievements were carried by his family name and the prestige that came with it.
Wakka failed to see Tidus’ smirk.
“Of course, Wakka. You sure taught Number 12 a lesson.”
“What?” Wakka sounded incredibly offended. “I fuckin’ did!”
“Last time I checked, he left the field with only a few minor bruises. Definitely not ‘black and blue’ enough to be carried off in a stretcher, wouldn’t you say?”
“Tidus,” Wakka was not impressed, typically out of comebacks as he knew the blond was right. “Ya ruinin’ tha story, brudda.”
That was enough to cause the three boys to dissolve into light laughter. Like they would before.
“And I kicked the winnin’ goal ta rub into those dirty wankers’ faces,” added the redhead for good measure. “I’m telling ya, it’s gonna be a good year for the Besaid Aurochs,” he whistled.
The Besaid Aurochs.
A ghost of a smile flicked through his face.
It was ironic that the things which had meant so much to him before were now so painful to hear. But he was the one who abandoned them, so he only had himself to blame. Further than that, Riku was consciously trying not to bring up the topics which would only result in another round of interrogation about his impromptu return, despite knowing very well the fruitlessness of such a preventative measure, as all things would just eventually lead back to that all important question plaguing everyone’s minds:
Where he’s been. And why.
Riku’s sombre thoughts must have surfaced in his expression as it did not slip by Tidus. Things rarely did escape the blond’s observant gaze.
“What are you going do about the team?” he addressed the silver-haired teen.
“I don’t know,” Riku replied honestly. Who would want to welcome back a captain who abandoned his team in the middle of Blitzball season?
Tidus hesitated. “Maybe,” he toyed with the word, “you should talk to Coach. See if you can get back onto the team. Or,” he eyed him meaningfully, “maybe you could talk to your father about it, you know?”
Yes he did know. The blond was talking about bribery – the rich boy solution out of every problem.
“No,” Riku was adamant. If he ever got back onto the team, he wanted it to be because of his skills as a blitzball player and a team athlete, and not because of how powerful and influential his parents were. Besides, Cid Highwind wasn’t exactly one to take bribes or bend under threats. “I’ll talk to Cid myself.”
Tidus nodded. The boys would only resent him more if his daddy bought his way back onto the team anyway.
Through all of this, Wakka remained silent, which was decidedly unusual for him. But Riku could guess why.
According to his sources, from the ashes of his own failed captaincy, rose Wakka, the Auroch’s new shining beacon of light, who was slowly guiding the team back to their former glory. Riku knew that Wakka would be reluctant to share that glory, which he worked so hard to achieve, with someone who betrayed and abandoned them for ruin in the first place.
It seemed Wakka was on a similar path of thought.
The redhead’s smile curled up and died on itself. “Alright. enough shittin’ around,” his crossed his arms in an almost menacing way. “Tell us. Where the fuck were you, Riku?”
The unspoken question was now spoken.
He didn’t specify it, but they all knew what he was referring to. It was like a game: seeing who would first give up and ask the question that was on all their minds. Riku had been surprised it hadn’t happened sooner.
“I thought we’ve been through this,” he sighed, raking a hand through silver locks.
But there was only so much he could stall before they dragged him back before the firing squad.
“You fuckin’ dodged every question,” Wakka grated. “Stop fuckin’ around.”
“Nothing. Nothing happened. I just need a break, okay? Drop it.”
“Almost two years,” the taller teen’s gruff voice dripped in sarcasm, “is not what I call ‘nothing happened’, ya?”
Despite his better judgement, Riku found himself getting more and more frustrated with Wakka. “Well, what the hell do you want me to say?!”
“How ‘bout tha fucking truth, Riku?! Or is dat too hard for ya?”
Riku felt like he’s been backed into a corner, surrounded on all sides with all exits covered and there was nothing he could do. He helplessly looked to Tidus, who had become silent for most of the exchange. Being the down to earth, level-headed one, Tidus would normally step in about now and calm those who needed calming; in this case, it would be Wakka. But all the blond did was stare back at him with a guarded gaze.
He obviously wanted answers too.
Riku felt suddenly very hot, much like the finer details of stage fright, with all its cold sweat and dizziness, right before you fainted. “I realise I owe you all an explanation,” Riku finally admitted.
“Oh did ya now?”
Riku ignored the redhead, choosing to focus on what he was saying. “It’s just–”
His voice was lost as soon as his words just barely reached the tip of his tongue. The silver-haired boy had this perfectly planned out excuse to use – a speech he had been practising over and over again in his head down to the perfect order of inflections and word stress. But theory always looked prettier on paper than in the actual application. His mind was currently a jumbled mess, and he could barely remember what the basic excuse was, let alone recite his speech the way he had originally planned.
Although it was unavoidable, it was still too soon for him. It was too personal and even now, still too fresh and prevalent on his mind for it to be an easy task to accomplish. Riku silently schooled his features, regaining the leash on his fluctuating emotions that were steadily getting out of his tight control. He hated being pressured.
“It was just something I needed to do,” he hesitated, unsure how to proceed.
Wakka snorted at the (once again) vague response. “Touchin’, really,” the redhead deadpanned. “Breakin’ my stony black heart. Now, wanna expand a little?”
Riku’s lips set into a half scowl. “I went away. Stuff happened. Now I’m back. The end. Good enough for you?”
“Gee, I dunno, brudda. That was mighty detailed.”
“Stop.” Tidus finally got sick of standing on the sidelines. “Stop fighting like you’re still a buch of two-year olds. Wakka,” he turned to the muscular teen. “Just drop it, okay. Give him a break?”
Wakka shot an annoyed look to his blond friend. “Give ‘im a break? Like a year n’ a half wasn’t enough of one? Who died n’ made ya boss, eh?”
Tidus didn’t even appear frazzled. “You, seeing as you’re obviously too angry to think clearly. Riku–,” he loudly cut off any words his current blitzball captain was about to retort, “–obviously doesn’t want to talk about it yet, and I’m sure there’s a good reason for it.”
Wakka rolled his chocolate eyes but remained silent nonetheless.
“Calm down, mate. He’ll tell us eventually. Right, Riku?” he addressed his previous blitzball captain.
“Yeah,” Riku beamed with relief. “Of course I will.”
Tidus and his forgiving nature; always so accepting of things with the utmost of grace. Riku silently thanked Tidus’ parents for getting drunk and horny and forgetting the contraception those seventeen years ago.
“Good,” Tidus patted his arm in a friendly gesture. “I’m just glad your back in one piece, you know. I kind of had this fear your head would turn up in a ransom box.”
“Morbid,” Riku commented.
“I’ve been watching Se7en.”
Strangely silent throughout the exchange, Wakka had finally arrived at a decision to swallow his pride and frustration. For the time being. He guessed that the questions could wait. While he still resented Riku for that shitty stunt he pulled all those months ago – especially since he couldn’t even find a single moment to spare to contact them – but like Tidus, he really was relieved. It was nice to have one of his best friends home again.
Wakka rolled his eyes at his sappy sentimental thoughts, snorting inwardly. They really should hire him on the script writing team for the Young and the Restless.
“Hand me a tissue, Tiddy, that was heartwarmin’,” mocked the redhead in a false high pitched voice, most likely mimicking Selphie. “But please stop before ya give me a cavity.”
“So?” Riku returned with a smirk. “All the perfect teeth in the world couldn’t get the girls to look at you.”
This was, of course, a lie. Wakka, like all of them, has had his fair share of women. Maybe it was his wealth or athleticism or being the outgoing character that he was, but Wakka was quite the ladies’ man.
“Good thin’ I dun care about girls, brudda. I’m after women. Speaking of which, there’ve been some fine pieces of meat to transfer here in da last year.”
“Hm,” Riku shrugged with a noncommittal noise. “I’m not really interested.”
It sure left Wakka thoroughly confused. Not interested?! Not even a little bit? Did they castrate him wherever he went?
“But these ones are ace pieces o’ work, brudda,” he quickly defended. “Kegs you’d definitely wanna tap, ya know?”
But Riku was no longer listening. Something far more significant than the news of a few new hot girls had successfully handcuffed his attention and thrown away the key.
At first only a few subtle gasps, the entire classroom soon turned dead silent, waiting in crackling anticipation for what promised to be spectacular show. Looking over his shoulder and craning his neck towards where the commotion was occurring, Riku frowned slightly, unable to really see anything through the mass of people blocking the doorway.
But then, someone moved, creating the slightest gap between two bodies, just enough of a crack for him to glimpse what was on the other side of this tense human wall. It was only a fragment of the whole picture, and only for a split second. But the connotations attached was as clear as day.
He saw colours – two of them:
A flutter of auburn. And cold steel blue.
There was little doubt in Riku’s mind as to who had just arrived.
Kairi.

A/N: Reminder to Review!!! (or flame in a funny way). I won’t know you liked it unless you review.
Also, I just realised that my riku’s return storyline is a lot like that of Serena’s return from Gossip Girl. Complete accident!! – I must have unconsciously been inspired by that show because I’ve been watching it recently.
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