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Finding Lost Dreams	By : Lanie12777 Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters, nor do I make any money off this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its characters, and make no money from this story.

AN: This was actually an original fic, but I decided to change it to a KH story. It’s already up at ff.net.

This is being co-written with Sephirothlover845; updates will be about every two weeks unless something comes up. Constructive criticism welcome, but no flames please. This will be boy/boy, so if you don’t like it then back click and leave.

Finding Lost Dreams

Chapter 1

Sora Banford walked along the hot pavement, his ocean-blue eyes bright in the warm late May sunshine. Wispy chocolate-brown hair blew in the slight breeze, his bangs ruffling just above his eyebrows. His dark blue backpack slung over one shoulder, he was on his way home from school. Not that he was all that eager to get home; there would be no one there at this time of day. He lived with his father, Max Banford, one of Point Destiny’s leading defense attorneys. Sora had never known his mother. She’d left when Sora had been a baby, wanting to explore the world; once she left, she’d never looked back, never sparing her husband and infant son another thought.

Everyone in his family told him he looked just like her and nothing like his father, who had midnight black hair, medium tanned skin and dark eyes, courtesy of his great-grandmother’s Greek heritage. All he knew was when his father said that, Sora would notice a faint sneer in his tone and a thinly disguised hatred in his dark brown eyes. Max had never really wanted to get tied down at such a young age, but being a twenty-three-year-old law student in his last semester (he’d graduated high school at sixteen) and finding out he’d knocked up his nineteen-year-old girlfriend, well, he’d done the honorable thing and married her. Unfortunately, she’d been of the same mind, and less than a year after their son was born, she was gone. Max was still angry with her for just up and leaving him with a young child, no note or goodbye. Every trace of her in his home had been destroyed, and he’d basically ordered his two younger brothers and mother to never mention her again.

To be honest, Sora never really thought about his mother anymore. Sure, like any child would be, he’d been curious about the woman who’d given birth to him, and when he was twelve, he’d located her (she was living in Las Vegas with her newest boyfriend) and had written her a letter. He would’ve called her, but there was no known phone number, and being only twelve, he couldn’t visit her; his father would’ve had a meltdown if he’d known Sora had sought out and contacted that woman. He’d waited eagerly, like a kid on Christmas Eve, for a reply. Only to be sorely disappointed when his own letter was returned to him with the words ‘Return to Sender’ written boldly on the front of the envelope. Writing another letter, hoping that this time she would at least open it, again he waited. He never saw it again.

Still, for almost six months he prayed for some type of response. He had written his address on the note, so she knew where he lived; his father had moved them into their spacious home after making partner in a very prestigious law firm only five years after she’d left. Then, just when he figured he’d never hear from her, he received a letter. His heart had pounded with happiness as he clutched that worn envelope in his hand, running to his room to read it in private. But once again, he was disappointed. It was short and to the point: she had a new life, even a new child, and he didn’t fit into it. She expressed her desire to be left alone, and that’s exactly what he did.

So, four years later, being sixteen, Sora never really gave the woman another thought. Some of his friends had asked him how he could just brush off not caring about his mother, but he had just smiled and changed the subject. None of his friends could possibly understand, so he didn’t try to explain. Not that it mattered now anyway; those ‘friends’ had quickly turned their backs on him as soon as they’d found out he was gay.

It was quite by accident that his most guarded secret was revealed. He’d been talking on his cellphone with his best friend Kairi, a half-American half-Japanese Army brat who’d moved near his father’s spatial estate a little over two years ago. She was the only one who knew he was gay, and he’d trusted her not to tell anyone. She had kept her vow to never tell, but as they’d been talking on their phones, her older sister Kyla, who absolutely detested Sora, had overheard their conversation. Kairi had been pressuring Sora to confess his feelings for his other best friend, Riku Reardon. Sora and Riku had known each other since they were young children, Riku being older by a year, and Sora had developed feelings more than friendship for Riku a few years ago. Kairi had been the only one he’d told, and she’d accepted, even supported him, and thought that he should let Riku know how he felt.

Riku was everything Sora dreamed of: handsome, funny and sweet. Riku had long silver hair, with light aquamarine eyes that were almost green in color. He stood at six feet one inches, with a nicely muscled body and slight tan. Being one of the school’s top football players, Riku was also one of the most popular kids. Sora had never really been all that popular, feeling like an outcast most of the time. He knew if it weren’t for Riku most of those same kids wouldn’t have given him a second glance. There were a few who treated him like a real friend, but most tolerated him because he was Riku’s friend. Sora had been in love with Riku for a long time, and he always thought that even if Riku didn‘t return his feelings they would still be best friends; he was soon proven wrong on how strong their bond was.

The second that Kyla informed what seemed the whole school that Sora was gay and in love with Riku, pretty much everyone turned their backs on him. Kairi was practically the only one who talked to him now. And Riku had flatly refused to talk to him, his once-warm eyes now distant as they looked at the brunette. Riku’s reaction hurt worse than anything else his so-called friends did. Being called a fag and shoved to the ground by Saix and Demyx, two of Riku’s friends, while Riku just stood there, doing nothing, was for Sora devastating.

Shunned by his former friends and most of his classmates, Sora now dreaded school. As he walked up the long drive to unlock the front door of his father’s large two-story mansion, the only thing he was glad for was the fact that school ended for summer vacation in one week, and he was free from the teasing and bullying for a glorious three months. He had two years of school left until he graduated, and he was looking forward to finally getting away from his tormentors and beginning college. He and Kairi were planning to apply to the same college, along with Kairi’s boyfriend Tidus, Demyx’s little brother. Fortunately Tidus wasn’t anything like his older sibling; he was one of the few people at school who still talked to Sora. Like Kairi, he’d told Sora he didn’t care that he was gay and still considered him his friend.

Dropping his backpack onto the table beside the door, Sora wandered into the living room, plopping down on the beige leather sectional in front of the new 42” flat screen T.V. his father had recently gotten. He propped his feet on the glass-topped coffee table, and proceeded to surf through the channels. He’d just found a station with a program that looked interesting when he heard a car pull up. Looking at the clock and seeing it was only a little after four, knowing it was too early for his father to be off work as Max usually didn’t arrive home until somewhere around seven, Sora got up to see who it was. His stomach churned with unease when he recognized his father’s friend Xemnas. Xemnas Deveroux was a defense attorney, just like Max; younger by six years, the two of them worked at the same firm. Xemnas was nearly as successful as Max, and they had hit it off when they’d met a few years ago when Xemnas was given an office next to the other man’s.

Watching the tall white-haired man get out of his car and make his way to the door, Sora wished his father were home right now. Even though his father rarely spent any time with his son, or even had a kind word to say to him, Sora felt anyone would be welcome, rather than be alone with Xemnas.

Ever since Sora had come home after his schoolmates had found out he was gay and told Max about what happened (not that his father had really cared), not realizing his father had company, he’d been getting weird vibes from Xemnas. The older man would stare at him with his piercing gold eyes, and the look in them made Sora uncomfortable. And Xemnas was always finding excuses to touch him; either by simply brushing against him when he’d walk by, or lingering handshakes when the brunette would leave. Sora hated the way the older man would hold onto his hand longer than necessary, often trailing his fingers along Sora’s wrist to his arm. He’d never told his father, figuring Max most likely wouldn’t believe him.

Opening the door after hearing Xemnas ring the bell, Sora stood looking up at the much taller man. He’d apparently gotten his mother’s height as well as her looks, standing at only five feet seven inches. Xemnas, at six feet three inches tall, towered over him, and Sora stared up at him, hating how much smaller he felt.

Ushering Xemnas inside, Sora closed the door and followed him into the living room. “Your father asked me to pick up some papers for him,” Xemnas told him in his cool, precise tone. Dark golden eyes watched predatorily as Sora sat back down on the couch, ignoring his presence. Xemnas strode into Max’s study, retrieving said papers, then walked back into the living room. He stood in the doorway, his posture cocky. Sora could feel his gaze rake over him, making him nervous. All he wanted was for the pale-haired man to leave; he hated having the older man near him, a shiver of distaste slithering down his spine.

Sensing Sora’s discomfort, Xemnas smirked and sauntered to the front door, closing the portal gently behind him as he took his car keys out of his pocket. He planned to get to know the teen a lot better very soon, and he chuckled to himself as he started the car and drove away, mentally licking his lips at the thought.

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Letting out a sigh of relief at Xemnas’s departure, Sora went back to channel surfing. God how he loathed the slimy lawyer! Shuddering, he decided to get himself a snack, and walked into the elegant kitchen his father had had specially designed. The cabinets were solid oak, with shiny chrome handles. The center island was also oak, and like the countertops, had a dark grey granite top that matched the marble floor. The appliances were all stainless steel, energy-efficient and gave a streamlined look to the room. His father had spared no expense on the kitchen, as well as the rest of the house; he’d wanted the absolute best money could buy. Sora sat at the long bar running along the left side of the room, pulling out one of the tall barstools. He grabbed an apple out of the bowl in front of him, munching quietly as he checked his phone for any messages from Kairi. He didn’t expect any from his father, nor did he receive any; his father rarely even talked to him, much less took the time to call him.

Not seeing any texts or messages on his voicemail, Sora tucked his phone away and chucked the apple core into the garbage can when he was finished eating it. He made his way back to the couch, settling down to watch a That 70’s Show marathon on T.V.

A few hours later, he turned the television off and ambled upstairs to his bedroom. He noted that it was after 10 p.m. and his father still wasn’t home. ‘Must’ve had a late meeting or something,’ he thought to himself. It’s not like Max hadn’t been late before and neglected to inform his son; Sora had gotten used to it now. He undressed and slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then crawled into bed. Only two more days ‘til the weekend, and then he just had to bear through three more and he was free for the summer. He couldn’t wait.
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