Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters sadly. Just my own storyline.

Pairings: Officially SoraRiku, SoraLeon, SoraAnsem

Warning: This is a YAOI! And there are many scenes of it contained in this story. You've been warned. Also rated for language. Rape in later chapters. Some dark themes.

Zane Of All Trades- Hopefully, that will be a good thing. This is the most ansgty thing I have ever written, and it actually surprises me. I hope that it's not too sadistic and full of angst, because I know a lot of readers don't like that, but at the same time, that's what this story is about. Sora's digging himself a deep hole, and he's basically not going to get out of it for ahwile. The next couple of chapters are definitely going to have even more angst, but there will be more Riku and Sora and things, although bad, should start looking up.

DivineSoul- Yep, his life basically sucks, and isn't done yet. I sound like a sadist right now, but things will eventually get better.

RikuLoverForever- It sure is. I've really been focusing on adding more detail to everything, because I realize that even small details that I leave out make a huge difference on my reviewers and readers and the entire outcome of my stories. Fallen, for example, was all right, but when I focus on the little things, I've found that it makes the big picture so much better. Also, about Sora ever being on top. Well, honestly, I'm not a fan of Sora ever being on top. I think it's werid cause he's so little and scrawny compared to everyone else. However, he will be on top like in the yaoi in this chapter, but I don't believe I will ever have him a seme.

Demise Angel- Thank you. I was hoping that the third person POV would really help explain a lot. I just wasn't sure how to put everything in there through Riku or Sora's point of view, so I took it into the third perspective. There should be at least two more of those coming soon, in order to explain more about their pasts, and an epilogue of some sort. What I like about writing in Sora and Riku's own personal narratives, is I can be creative what they're thinking. And I'm glad you enjoy the angst, because there's a lot of it.

xXJuliets SecretXx- Thank you! Everytime I hear those songs, I immediately thought about this story, so I figured I could just share them with the world. In the next chapter or so, I'm going to be taking some of those lyrics and adding them in. And I'm also going to be editing it soon and adding lyrics to the previous chapters, much like I did with the quote on this one. And thank you for the errors that I had. I had actually done a huge spellcheck on the whole thing, and saved it, and my changes never saved. It happened twice, so there were tons of mistakes. I believe I fixed most of them though.

pearlsXofXsin- Hmm, was there that many? I didn't even notice. I guess there was, but there's alot in this chapter too. Sometimes you just can't get your point across unless you use them, but I actually hate vulgar words. I never even use them myself. Hypocritical? I will listen to those songs and if I think they are deemed fit, I might add them to the playlist. Thank you for that suggestion!

The Moon's Berserk- It is. I've noticed that most of my stories all contain Sora and a bad relationship with his dad. I need to fix that...

Your Alien- Umm, no. That's what he's going through right now. As of this chapter, he is still dating Leon. When I do flashbacks, they will be in italics, and the only flashbacks I plan on having are the ones about his past with Riku and how their relationship turned so sour.

RukiRomance- Wow. You know exactly what I'm going for! I feel like we are one in the same mind right now...Spooky.

Special thanks to the rest of my reviewers: Sodenoshirayuki56, Phantasmal Abduction, NekoSparky, lady Alexas, Empty Thought Bubbles, NarutoPokeFan, xxxinsanekadajxxx, KaUiA, and Verovex.

A/N: I know it's taking forever to update, and honestly, it will probably take longer. One, and I know how much you guys are all going to hate this, but a writer needs inspiration and motivation. Partly from significant amounts of reviews, which you guys already do, and partly just through myself. It's been tough because I have everything planned out, I know exactly what's going to happen in all the next chapters, I just haven't written them.

One reason is because it is so time consuming. And to write enough that I think is decent writing, takes forever. I have to constantly use a thesaurus and try not to use the same adjectives. It's crazy. Mostly, I'm just struggling getting everything down on paper. It's not a writer's block. Also, with school, my time is very limited. But I am trying my best. I know I haven't updated anything in a long while. Heck, when I first started, I updated every other day. But like I said, it's tough and I wish to thank you all for reviewing and being patient.

Enjoy!

Why is it that we love the ones who ignore us and ignore the ones who love us? - Author Unknown

"So?"

I am dimly aware of the soft usher of my pet name. I mumble something incoherent and further nestle into the flat planes of Riku's chest, my hands fisted around his t-shirt like a child clutching candy.

I've forgotten how this feels, how irrevocably fitting and warm and safe that I feel when I wake up in the early dawn hours to find myself embraced by Riku's presence. It doesn't matter if we both fall asleep on opposite ends of the bed; we always manage to squirm beneath the covers and curl around each other, meddling in the warmth.

My knees are curled to my chest and I'm laying on my side, fitting nicely into Riku's sleeping form. He has one arm wrapped tightly around me, slender fingers lingering above my navel, and the other absentmindedly stroking my tousled chocolate locks.

"So?" He repeats, his voice as soft as ever.

It's almost foreign to hear him speak with such tenderness. Usually, we're spitting venom in each other's faces with our words. Either that or drawing fists.

Which reminded me of our ridiculous fight yesterday.

I groan loudly, part from his voice distantly calling my name and part from the realization of why he was suddenly being so nice.

Damn. And I was stupid enough to believe that this had happened simply because it was supposed to, because that was how a relationship should be, how ours should have been. Reality, thanks for knocking some sense into my head.

As I began stirring, a dull ache started pulsating through my head, pounding in my ears.

Of course. Yesterday.

"You okay?" Riku leans away from me, allowing the streaming sunlight to hit my face full blast. I squint angrily, internally cursing the sun at the moment, before anxiously rubbing my eyes.

"My head hurts," I complain, slowly dragging myself to a sitting position.

"Yeah? No shit," Riku says smirking as he brushes my bangs out of my eyes. I wait patiently for him to make some snide remark about how the fight was my fault and how he ended it or whatever, but he surprises me yet again and draws a warm, chaste kiss to my lips.

"It's time to get up," he states, the mattress rising a few inches as he stands to his feet. He's already dressed and ready. Again.

I'm surprised that I didn't wake up in my notorious, mechanical state. Maybe we were both just simply trying to avoid another argument for the time being. Hell, I know I was stressed out about it already. That first day had been the worst of my life.

The mattress protests as I get up, the springs underneath the bed squeaking insistently, and I honestly believe it's a sign. I should probably just call it a day and climb gratefully back into bed. But I can feel the intensity of Riku's gaze on the back of my neck and grumbling slightly, I pad softly to the dresser, rummaging around for something halfway decent and clean to wear in the top drawer.

As I manage to peel off my t-shirt, my eyes linger with slight distaste at my body. It's an endless struggle to get me to come to terms with my image. When I look at Riku's muscular body, I can't help but be obliviously envious of it, but at the same time, I don't take care of myself.

My mind is like a maze. I tell myself that I'm ugly and worthless, so I am. I throw out punishments on my stomach by mentally persuading my mind that I'm not hungry and if I eat, I'll just gain numerous unwanted pounds of fat. Hence the too thin body that I now have obtained.

I unconsciously run my tiny fingers delicately across the shallow indentures of my ribs and I scowl. I don't consciously know that I do this because it has become such a intuitive habit. Every morning.

Suddenly, he pulls his arms around me, hands splaying across my chest and navel, fingertips slowly stroking the sensitive skin there. "I'm thinking I'm going to get rid of this mirror," he says thoughtfully, our eyes watching each other's with intensity past the reflections. He rests his chin on my head, silver strands of hair lingering across my shoulders and neck.

"Why?" I ask quietly, finding myself sighing into his body.

I watch his eerie eyes intensely as his brow knits together in thought and a small frown ages his face.

"Because, you listen to the reflection more than you listen to me," he says, and I can catch how his voice is suddenly unlatched and distant and I can feel gentle tremors in his body.

There have only been a few times when Riku has completely crumbled the walls around his heart and put up all his emotions on a billboard for the whole world to see. One was the night that he took my stainless slate, my virginity. If anyone was to have the only clean precious thing that belonged to me, I wanted it to be him.

The other time was when he first learned about my demented father's sexual advances. The abashed horror on his face had forever been imprinted in my mind.

I drew a collective sigh, and I feel my arms on their own accord shyly hover over Riku's. My hands are delicately small, much tinier than his. Like those of a child's. His gentle lips brush up against my neck, sharp teeth barely grazing ghosts of yellow bruises dotted on my protruding collarbone. I lean my head back, my neck arching almost gracefully as I allowed his practiced lips more access.

The pads of his fingers traced down my solar plexus to my navel, serving with various degrees of pressure, my hands on top of his following every sensitive touch. It feels so right. But so disturbingly wrong. I don't love. The word is nonexistent in my dictionary. And this is feeling almost too affectionate, too lovey-dovey for my bitter taste, and I pull away much to his dismay.

Maybe that's the reason for the costly mistakes that I make on a daily basis. The only person who has ever treated me humanely and delicately is Riku, and maybe that's why I can't stand him so much. I've been exposed to such rough, ruthless gestures in my dire childhood that I've grown sickeningly accustomed to it.

I don't know exactly how it started, but I certainly knew when. My mind has been so fucked up because of my demented dad. All coherent thought about relationships and how they were supposed to work snapped in half in my head. I knew nothing anymore. And I didn't help my pathetic case.

I never enjoyed the lustful advances that he pushed me into, but miraculously, that was what I now diligently pursued in all my abusive relationships. And I vehemently pushed Riku further away unless he purposely hurt me. Prime example: now.

I refused to catch his scowl in the mirror as I object, "I need to get ready," before stalking away, gaze lowered to the floor.

I honestly don't understand Riku, why he continuously and graciously accepts the shit that I put him through. And I can't explain why I do it. All I ever should be to anyone is a cheap, heartbreaking good fuck.

Mulling over my thoughts, I throw on a plain, white v-neck and pull on a ragged pair of worn blue jeans that refuse to rest on my hips without a sturdy belt, the hair on the back of my neck prickling as I feel the intensity of his gaze on me. I groan inaudibly. This is going to be another rough day.

I've been more precautious about my infatuation with Leon since the torturous first day of school, vivaciously ignoring his presence at lunch, though he blatantly drags a chair next to me in lunch, all the while his narrow, stern eyes reaching Riku's grim azures. It's like they silently stare each other down and measure up. I wish I could say it was flattering, the way they both raise their defenses, but I know that I'm just the monkey in the middle in this dangerous game.

The only real time I manage to really hold a conversation with Leon is during Chemistry, English, and Gym. Ironically, I have more classes with him than I do Riku.

He's so distant, but that didn't stop him from learning more about my abusive past with Riku in a few, mere weeks, and I could begin to tell that I was starting to have a lasting effect on him. He spoke little, and in a hoarse growl that I figured was supposed to be intimidating, but I didn't buy it.

Gradually, I began to hangout more with him, simply brushing off Riku's knowing questions by assuring him I was studying, whether it be in the library or at Leon's, he didn't really have to know.

I didn't honestly consider it cheating, after all, the fight left the answer to our relationship hovering in the air. Since our fight, I had only been home to restlessly sleep. Lately I had been losing sleep for no rational reason. Insomnia. Great, that's all I needed. Just another factor in my ever-deteriorating body and mind. That was something I had long discussed with Leon after the transgression of my reputation.

It was rather peculiar that he was capable of gathering obscenities from me that people other than Riku and Kairi never experienced. It was virtually hard to explain how or why the hell I was telling this guy my pathetic life story, well...not the whole story. I kept my disturbing childhood to myself. But maybe it was because he hadn't shot me down from the humiliating first impression.

Whatever it was, he was listening and constantly streaming questions, and I was answering.

I picked languidly at a small scab on my bony knees, biting my lip to contain that notorious frown. I was sitting with one knee bent and the other outstretched across Leon's twin-sized bed, chemistry homework dejectedly strewn out across the dark brown comforter. I wasn't entirely leading Riku on.

He was leaning back against a rolling chair, dragging the mouse across his computer screen before closing the internet with a single click. He turned in the chair, watching as I closely examined the scab.

"You're exceptionally tiny," he commented, and I looked up with curious eyes, shrugging my shoulders.

"Not really," I countered.

His lips formed in a stern frown and I could feel the reprimands coming. His icy eyes followed my fingers from my knees as I drew them away, sitting backwards against one of his pillows. Slowly, he rose from his seat, nearly predatorily. I felt the mattress sink as his weight approached. Stealthy fingers curled around my calves and I shivered slightly, my face and stomach heating up.

His palms ran roughly over my legs, fingers able to curl around my ankle in an obvious attempt to prove me wrong, his intense gaze never cowering as he slowly crouched over me. He was quite taller than Riku, an intimidating characteristic in itself. He leaned over me carefully, never once resting his body on top of mine, just agonizingly suspending over me.

"I never said it was a bad thing," he retorted, his hands leaving my skin, tingling and the sandy brown hairs slightly raised. He pressed his forehead into mine. I could feel his warm breath smooth across my parted lips. I gulped nervously.

"You said it like you were sizing me up," I argued half-heartedly. I had to give Leon the benefit of the doubt. He didn't know about my unfathomable self-esteem issues.

He silenced me by suddenly pressing his lips warmly against mine, achingly hungry. I very nearly melted into the kiss, sighing as my body released all of the residing tension. I never closed my widened eyes, too wary of completely committing myself to him. He pulled away, his eyes still blazing into mine, the permanent frown etched on his face barely visible.

"No, that's how you took it," he said with a finality that Riku lacked and what immediately made me bite my lip uncomfortably. For once, I wasn't quite so sure about this. Leon was ultimately intimidating, a different caliber than what I was used to. I wasn't going to be able to get away with losing my temper over small, insignificant things, nor the bitter, smart-ass comments that poured from my mouth.

I was on eggshells with him. He already knew so much about me, and I had been unable to gather much naught his name from him. It was mysterious and dangerous. And it sickly fascinated me as I leaned in shyly, barely catching his bottom lip before he overpowered me and sank his body into the mattress, into me. I gasped as his teeth tugged enticing across my bottom lip before his slick tongue delved into my mouth.

I groaned into the kiss, leaning as far back as the wall behind me would allow, the feeling of his fingers dancing wildly across my heated, sensitive skin, fingernails barely brushing the underside of my arms, the full pressure of his weight bearing heavily against me. His palms ran flat underneath my thighs and my breath hitched as warmth pooled in my groin and he roughly drew my thigh around his waist.

I gasped as the swift motion pressed my own quivering arousal straight into the radiating heat beneath his jeans. His hand inched upwards, squeezing the nearly nonexistent ass that I had, tips of his fingers sliding suggestively, massaging the area quite near the small, puckered entrance hidden by my shorts and I panted, hands tightening around his bangs as his lips abandoned mine.

He rolled his hips heavily against mine, grinding and causing furious friction between our sweating bodies, compressing me flat into the mattress. My hips bucked and I whimpered at the severity and intensity of the situation, his actions making my hardening erection rather painful. I hissed as his teeth grazed my collarbone, tongue leaving a damp trail down the base of my jaw, down the tense tendons of my neck.

I forgot entirely about Riku, every thought and physical need and want I had from him, deftly escaped my muffled mind. I was in lust. All coherent thoughts subtly disappeared. All I did was listen to the arousing attention my body was thoroughly ravishing in.

That was, until Leon brushed the tip of his nose against a very formidable bruise, though not large, but defined directly at the middle of my throat, where my blood pulsed hot and quick. It had always been the spot Riku territorially marked. He had made sure that that specific bruise never healed properly. He examined the bruise severly, neglecting the aching sexual tension in the air and sitting back, causing my breath to shorten as his weight shifted backwards and he sat up straight.

"What's wrong?" I asked innocently, noting the way my breath was still hasty. My hands crept to my sides and I propped myself up on my elbows.

"I'm don't share," he growled in a deep, but hushed voice, one that made the hair on the back of my neck prickle uncomfortably. His moods were already starting to leave me on edge and it was irritating me. Riku had never been this reserved and intent on this damn righteousness.

But the cold gleam in Leon's eyes made me shiver involuntarily. Riku let me get away with whatever the hell I wanted. Leon wasn't going to even start.

I knew the underlying meaning of his words. More or less, he refused to fuck me and then be humiliated when I turned around and ran back willingly into Riku's arms. He wasn't going to fuck a whore. As crude as that sounded, it was true.

I didn't understand his hesitance. I had been taught at an early age that it was okay, After all, I had only ever told Riku so much about what happened between me and my dad. It didn't fucking matter to me if it was wrong, because I had gone for so long believing that it was the absolute right thing to do, and I didn't give a shit because before I had discovered this false pretense, he had always been kind to me.

He didn't just lock me up in the closet or tie me up to a be and have his way with me. He was constantly with me and loving and lusting. I never knew any better. I thought it was okay to pass myself around; that's what he did. And what he allowed me to do.

"I'm not just some fucking toy that is shared or played with," I growled defensively, ignoring my still painful erection. His eyes narrowed grimly.

"Then don't play the part," he said smugly.

Pissed beyond reason, I violently shove my hands against his chest, swearing loudly, ignoring the fact that although I tried to shove him off me, he didn't budge and I squirmed beneath him until he removed his legs and freed me. He almost seemed amused as I stomp my way into the bathroom down his hallway and slam the door shut, undoubtedly to fix the first problem he confronted me with, as he simply leans against his headboard.

What fucking nerve. After washing my hands, I glance at the mirror with a disconnected stare as my eyes once more tally up all the physical faults of me. What was wrong with me? I know I need to simmer down, that I need to realize that what Leon was saying was just everything Riku never willingly voiced.

I inhale deeply, trying to ignore my trembling breaths and my quickened pulse, staring at the dysfunctional reflection in front of me, redirecting my anger at myself. I finally sigh and release the tension in my muscles, trying vainly to relax. This wasn't his fault; it was certainly mine.

Once calm enough to register my thoughts and fully grasp the situation at hand, I open the door with a shy turn of the knob. I've decided to revert back to the otherwise shy and timid facade in an attempt to prevent further arguments. Maybe I have been in the wrong all along. I mean, honestly, I can't go an hour without fighting with Riku and then the first time Leon and I actually progress in this relationship, I go and fuck it up again.

"I should go home," I say quietly, dropping my gaze to the floor although I can feel his steel eyes boring into my skull. He frowns slightly and stands up from the bed, and I believe for a fleeting second that he's either going to slam the door in my face or he's going to stalk straight by me and ignore my faint existence. Instead, he takes hold of my hand and leads me calmly down the hallway and out his front door.

I remain silent, biting my lip the entire car ride back to Riku's eyes and thankfully, Leon doesn't break the silence. He turns a few knobs on the radio and fumbles with the volume until it is just right and sits comfortably with us. I catch his white knuckles gripping the steering wheel as he drives and I know he's angry. Strange how it didn't show when he took my hand. His anger and emotions are so controlled.

But that frightens me. Riku and I always explode when our anger gets the best of us. We don't let it build up until the pressure is too much. If we don't agree, usually, we will fight tooth and nail about it right then and there. Hence, a majority of the problems we've had with our wavering relationship.

But I honestly can't blame Riku. I could hold him maybe 13 percent liable for his actions. I can openly admit that I act like a brat and purposely make him mad. I don't know why. It can't be the attention. I'm not that needy and insistent. At least not for that kind of unwanted attention.

As he pulls into Riku's driveway and brakes, I chance a glance and notice he's calmed down considerably and his grip has slackened on the wheel. He surprises me again as he leans far across his seat and his arms twists around my neck and he draws me in for a bruising kiss, tongue swirling forcefully in my mouth. As he releases my lips, his breath flares against my eardrum.

"I mean it."

He pulls away, leaving me breathless and shivering slightly. His warnings and callous ways are really throwing my guard up. I offer him a simple quirk of my lips before collecting my bookbag and stepping out of his car into the warm, August night. I look back once before I fish the key from underneath the doormat and unlock Riku's front door, and I see Leon already pulling out of the driveway.

In another week, I've followed the same routine, gradually distancing myself from Riku and trying to ignore the frustrated looks across his face as I solely focus my attention on Leon. He's warned me several times already that I need to watch my step and that he's not fucking around.

But what the hell am I supposed to tell him? That I don't have a place to stay other than Riku's? Like Leon would welcome me with open arms into his house anyways.

Riku's not stupid. He knows what's going on. And eventually, he's going to stop bruising his pride and accept my indifference. But for some reason, he seems to be trying harder than normal to keep my attention and it's wearing me out as well as pissing me off because Leon is also not stupid and he knows what's going on.

I'm in the middle of two perceptive hawks here, both trying to tug me in one direction and I don't know what to do.

Truth be told, I leave Leon's place after taking part in heavy distracting sessions from our homework, the kissing and touching leading to more in a little under a week, and I return to Riku where I curl up into his arms. He stiffens every time I do that, because he knows what I've been doing, but he can't resist. And trust me, I'm not some cute little blanket that you can keep cuddling up to no matter how old you are. It's not like that.

It's just...

Riku won't let go. He can't and he's unwilling.

And eventually, his arms wrap around my waist and his hand falls limp across my hip and we fall asleep together. He's trying fruitlessly to pretend like nothing's happening. He's still seducing me, sleeping with me, wrapping me protectively in his embrace as we go to sleep, driving me home, and flirting smugly with me in front of Leon despite my protests and insensitivity to him.

It's a futile attempt and he knows it. The fighting steeply increases, small, unimportant bickering leading to full, fist-drawn fights. I knew it was only a matter of time, but I had no idea that it was going to be as emotionally and physically tormenting as it was when it did happen.

I pulled away from him, hissing as his hand locked tightly around my wrist. I had already successfully punched him thrice, twice in the chest and once in the jaw as we literally tumbled off the couch, wrestling for dominance as I fisted his shirt and he dug his fingernails into my shoulders as he tried to shove me off of him. More damage had been done to me, just because of Riku's size and strength. And because he tried so vainly not to lay a hand on me.

My arms were twisted and throbbing and a sharp pain was inflaming my back from where he had pinned me several times already. I glared frigidly at him, nearly taking him by surprise at the ferocity of it. I drew back and hit him again, eliciting a string of curses.

"Damnit Sora!" He shoved me against the coffee table.

"This never would have happened if-" He claps a hand across my mouth and I taste a coppery liquid spurt through my teeth, successfully shutting me up as he pinned me down again, straddeling my hips and collecting my arms tightly over my head where he clamped his hand to both my wrists, almost entirely rendering me immobile.

"What the fuck has been your problem lately?" He growls, letting go of my mouth.

"You're such a jealous bastard, you know that?" After all, he started it. We had been just fine, kissing on the couch, MTV distantly buzzing on the television. I should have been more perceptive; My already unruly hair was slightly bedridden and my shirt and jeans were wrinkled, and the zipper was down.

"And you're a fucking brat. Tell me something I don't know," He snaps, wrenching my arms a inch backwards, causing me to whimper submissively.

"This wouldn't have happened if-" I tried again, fighting to get him off of me even though my arms were crying out in pain, but he interrupted me again, his lips pulled into a snarl and his aquamarine eyes raw with anger.

"You started it!" He growled, cutting me off before I went off on another notorious rampage. We were famous around the school for endlessly fighting because both of us refused to swallow our pride and admit defeat. "And I ended it."

I'm sick of this ruthless fighting and my arms are aching, hindering me to my limit and I go slack in his grip, my eyes watering. What I'm about to say is going to hurt him more than the purple bruise discoloring his left cheek.

"I'm ending it," I mutter, turning my head away from the disinterested eyes. I wasn't going to be able to face the look of shock that would splay across his face after this.

His grip loosens considerably and he allows me to remove my arms from the back-breaking position as realization dawned on him.

My words register in his mind and his eyes harden again and I'm almost afraid that he's really going to hit me this time, that I went too far. I know his blood is boiling in an awkward mix of fuming anger and desperation, unsure of what he should be feeling. Rejection never gets easier. He glares murderously at me and I clench my teeth and flinch, bracing myself for him to start screaming at me and telling me to get the fuck out of his house.

"Leave as soon as you find yourself sleeping in your new boyfriend's bed," He says sharply, standing up from pinning me and thundering upstairs. I can hear him opening drawers and slamming them closed with loud bangs and I know he's controlling his anger against me and throwing my stuff onto the floor.

I realize I am still holding my breath and my heart is hammering, and it takes me a full five minutes to gather my bearings and lift myself, rather carefully and numbingly slow to my feet. My back is groaning in protest and my arms and legs are quivering so bad, I fear that I might not be able to hold myself up.

I limp towards the kitchen sink and spit, noting the small amount of blood mixed in with my saliva. He had barely touched me, and I was still worse off. I think I say this after every fight, but this one was the worst ever. Blood never resulted in it; neither did being kicked out of the house.

He knew before the words left his lips that I had already slept with Leon. It wasn't subtle. That's why he said it. The timing was excruciatingly bad. Of course we had to wind up fighting after Leon dropped me off after only being over at his house until six.

I'm real uncertain if he means what he threatened. Would he really make me fend for myself and go moping back to Leon's? Yeah, that would do it.

I could just imagine Leon opening the front door, his cold eyes narrowing as he took in my hassled, bruised appearance and noticed the duffel bag slung across my shoulder.

"Hey Leon," I would murmur, gluing my eyes to the floor, ashamed. "C-can I stay at your place tonight?" Yeah, that would blow over just fine.

Grumbling to myself, I wash the spit and blood out of the sink after spitting a second time and I storm up the stairs after him, fists balled. When I reach his door, I hesitate as I hear the sound of fabric being zipped together. Then suddenly, Riku opens the door, glares at me, and turns around.

His glare made me stop in my tracks. It wasn't resentful or even pained. It was...disappointed...

Unwillingness. Like he was intentionally giving up this time. Like he had no fight left in him.

He bustled around the room, gathering what few belongings and articles of clothing I had, and as discreet as he tried to be, I noticed that he added a few of his own clothes: a pair of his sweatpants and hoodie, because I didn't have any of my own. How thoughtful.

This scared me more than the abusive fight we had just had. He retrieved my toothbrush and toothpaste out of the bathroom, along with my shampoo and wrapped it carefully in a towel so it didn't stain or ruin my clothes, before also stuffing it into the bag. He walked right by me, ignoring my questioning stares as he deposited my bag, now full with all my things, outside the front door.

I followed him timidly as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over seriously, his eyes now cold and expressionless.

"Leave," he says, so quietly I have to register the words in my head and I let my mouth fall in slight disbelief. "Go," he insists gravely with a nod of his head. I watch him carefully as I take hesitant steps past the threshold. Is he serious? Did I push him too far this time? I decide to shrug off his threat and humor him and I step all the way across the doorway.

The second my shoes hit the concrete doorstep, the door swings shut behind me, connecting with my already sore back, making me wince. I hear a swift click and realize he's locked the door. I really pissed him off this time. Rolling my eyes, I toed the edge of the doormat, looking for the key. It's gone. Growling, I realize he must have remembered to take in inside after the threw my stuff out here.

Sighing loudly, I plop down on the step and lay my head into my arms, pouting. He's being absolutely immature and ridiculous right now. But I know he's angry and I'm half-heartedly grateful that he didn't take out his anger on me.

He'll let me back in soon. I know he will. Riku may be an asshole sometimes, but he's not heartless.

This is what I kept telling myself as the sun began to set, the oranges and blues and purples all mixing together in the darkening sky. I started mumbling it to myself, as if repeating it would clarify and add some credibility to the words, but as the crickets started whistling in the grass and the night became alive with nocturnal creatures and I had checked my phone for the twelfth hundred time, I realized he was not letting me back in.

10:59.

I had been out there for four hours. He wasn't opening up. He was serious. My muscles and bones were tired and aching terribly and I knew I was going to have to either swallow my pride and hike the thirty minute road to Leon's place or I was going to sleep on the cold, rough pavement. Either options weren't looking too good.

I had done it this time.

So grudgingly, against the groaning complaints of my body, I hiked my bag over my shoulder and started with an agonizingly slow pace in the direction of Leon's place.

A drive that could have taken little over ten minutes winded up taking me over thirty with my bag. Every time one shoulder creaked in pain after carrying it for too long, I switched it to the other and continued. I was too angry and still in shock that he actually kicked me out to care that it was profusely nearing midnight as I finally reached Leon's.

I'll bet Riku thought he was clever. Poison my ego and make me crawl back to Leon. Immature bastard.

I glanced at his bedroom window on the first floor reluctantly, reaching several times for the doorbell and withdrawing my hand before I forced my finger to press the damn button. I couldn't stay out here all night long.

I waited impatiently as I heard groggy footsteps creak against the wooden floor and cautiously open the door. A bemused sort of grimace accented his face as he took in the sight. Luckily, it was dark enough so that he didn't notice my slightly swollen lip or the bruises covering my arms. But he did sense my weariness and he let me in without comment until I collapsed on top his bed, leaving my bag by the door.

He didn't probe as he followed my lead, but I had been anticipating some sort of comment out of him.

"Made your decision," he said plainly, rolling over on his side and leaving me to contemplate my thoughts silently. I shivered in the darkness, not used to sleeping on my own. Even when Riku and I had fights, come time for bed, we were always forgiving until the morning. I half-expected Leon to cradle me in his arms, but that was definitely asking too much.

So for the first time in five years, despite the warm body already in a deep, snoring slumber only a few inches away, I slept utterly alone.

Living with Leon is weird to say the least. I thought that maybe sharing the same quarters with my new appointed boyfriend would make his hard exterior a little less unwelcoming, but I was proved wrong as his solemn moods reoccurred more than once. He was nothing like Riku by any surmount.

When we had sex, he was rough, not unkind, but he didn't tend to me like Riku did. Riku knew everything about me; his tongue knew every curve, every indention, knew where to just barely graze his teeth across to make me moan in a frenzy. His hands always explored my body, experimenting with levels of pressure and pinches, kneading and massaging me. Leon just flexed his fingers into my hips and went.

And when we passed out in exhaustion, even if I tried to curl up next to him, it was seldom that he ever draped his arms around me. Riku always pulled me affectionately into his arms, stroking my waist and ribs soothingly. If and when Leon rarely put his arms on me, he simply left them there.

It's crudely humorous how everything Leon says and does, I compare him furtively against Riku.

Speaking of Riku, he's been holding up his end of our unspoken bargain. I don't bother him, he doesn't bother him. I secretly wonder if he's still angry with me from the fight, because he stiffens every time I come near and he refuses to acknowledge my presence.

But I watch him carefully for the next week or so, and that scary, defeated look has returned to his eyes. No one else notices, and that's because he's damn good at hiding his feelings. But I know his moods and this is one I've only ever seen a few times before in my entire life.

The first was the time I confessed, drawn to tears and rocking back and forth in fetal position, the unimaginably horrid things that had happened to me during my childhood. Of course, he had already assumed the worst, but hearing it straight from my mouth really hit him hard. Despite the fights I drug him through, he never relented in his compassion.

Perhaps the second time was after he became consciously aware of my unstable mental capacity, he feared he was going to lose me again. And he did in sorts. Because the cheerful, lackadaisical ray of sunshine that used to be me, turned into a cumbersome burden.

I was tainted, therefore, everything that came in contact with me, also became tainted.

But his eyes were haunting. I wanted him to fight for me; I didn't want him to give up just because he had a little, unadulterated competition. He had always brawled to keep me. Why was he distancing himself now?

Then there was Kairi, who harmlessly glared daggers at me every time she saw me. It was something I found rather easy to ignore. I had ignored it in the past. I didn't hate Kairi. I loved her like a little sister, but she pissed me off constantly. She always had to have the last word in concerning mine and Riku's relationship. I think she was conspiracing to keep us together, because that was the only time we were humane to each other anymore.

It also didn't help that I received disapproving glances from Roxas, Axel, Terra, Aqua, the whole gang. It didn't matter either way to me because I was too damn stubborn to convince myself that I really did care, even though I did.

I had to openly admit that Leon wasn't that fun to hang around. He barely laughed, rarely talked, and never, and I mean, never, wanted to go out.

After two months of this same, monotonous routine, I finally put my foot down. Well, in actuality, I slammed my fist down on his desk.

"I'm bored, Squall," I complained loudly, forcing him to look up from some homework assignment. "Let's do something."

"Like what?" he answered in a bored tone, returning his gaze to his paper. I shrugged my shoulders, looking thoughtful.

"I dunno, something fun. Something that actually gets us out of this God forsaken house."

A thin smile tugged at his lips, but he didn't look up. He was definitely going to need more persuasion. "What are you suggesting?"

I sighed, standing up from the chair and sauntered over to Leon on the bed. Cautiously, I slid his homework out of his hand and set it next to him on the bed. I knew where I wanted to go.

"Let's go dancing," I proposed, sitting on what little room I could and curling my hand around his leg, offering a cute smile.

He raised an eyebrow. "Dancing?" He pronounced each syllable as if he were confirming what I had said. He shook his head suddenly, steel eyes narrowing and he went to grab his paper again. I reached out quickly and snagged his wrist, ignoring the glare he tossed my way.

"Not really dancing. Just...let's go to the club. Please?" I widened my eyes and stroked his wrist with my thumb. "Come on! It'll be fun. While we're there, we can have some drinks, relax," I said airily, tugging on his arm and pulling him to his feet. A disgusting feat of Leon's. He didn't drink to get drunk, but he did drink. And often.

Riku had never been one to drink all that much, as unbelievable as it sounds. The last time I can ever remember him drunk was two years ago at Kairi's birthday party. We had both been drinking excessively and clumsily were somehow able to go upstairs into Kairi's room and we fucked in our drunk stupors in ecstasy. Kairi never quite completely forgave us for that one.

Riku only drank during special events; Leon drank whenever he damn well pleased.

"You can drink and dance with me, and it'll be a win-win situation," I explained tersely as I released his hand and opened his closet door up.

"It's a school night," he graciously pointed out as I quickly went through hangers of his clothes.

"Who cares?"

"I need to finish my homework."

I pivoted on my heel, facing him, frown etched on my face. "If you don't want to go with me, then just fucking say so," I growled, folding my arms across my chest. I was clearly turning the matter against him and throwing myself into the equation. I knew if I made it sound like he didn't want to go because of me, he would give in, at least he would try not to, but I knew he wouldn't succeed.

Leon knew that I was manipulating the situation to get what I wanted. But I didn't give a shit what he thought. He was always sitting around home moping around and I was going stir-crazy. He sighed in exasperation, drawing a muscular arm above his head, stretching the rigid muscles.

"I'm not going to get anything done anyways, am I?" He grimaced with a futile attempt to keep his smirk to himself. My gaze flattened.

"No."

"Then worry about what you're going to wear," he said in a raspy voice and shoved me aside, rummaging through his closet. I roll my eyes and trudge over to Leon's drawers, opening the middle with a loud creak. I don't bother distressing over what I'm going to wear. Just skin-tight black jeans, which barely fit my small frame anyways. And a loose, white shirt with a v-neck collar that exposed my the indention between my pectorals.

As I dressed, I glanced across the room, cheeks rushing with crimson as Leon buckled a pair of inflexible, leather pants that stuck securely against his defined muscles. Leon's body was incredibly enthralling and I instantly knew that jealousy and envy would waft through the air as soon as we stepped into the club. It was a grudge that I was used to after being with Cloud as well as others.

My intuition rarely fails. My hand curled protectively around his wrist, tugging him persistently as we approached the entrance to the club.

Two burly guards stood in front of the doors, arms crossed severely across their chests and their glares threatening anyone to try and enter without their approval. One was a man named Xigbar, a tall, muscularly built man with a black patch covering his right, narrow yellow eye. His black hair was sleeked back in the front, splaying vertically along his back. On the opposite side of the portal, was Xaldin. He was nearly identical to Xigbar, except his eyes were icy blue and his hair was pulled into a ponytail atop his head.

I had dealt with these two assholes multiple times; they were the reason why I could get in. Of course, when they caught wind of Leon after flinging several choice insults my way, the immediately bit their lips and scowled, nodding their heads solemnly as I ushered Leon in.

As I stepped forward, Xigbar shot his arm out, blocking my way and contacting with my chest threateningly. They were twisted, creepy, falling under the influence and fucking demented order of Xemnas. "Well, well, well, we haven't seen your skinny piece of ass here in a while," he remarked, twiddling an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

"Fuck off!" I growled, as Xaldin brushed the dark exposure of my neck, making me visibly shudder. I wrenched his arm away, glaring furiously at him.

"Such a dirty mouth for such a willing, provactive celibate," Xigbar crooned.

"It doesn't fucking matter," I state offhandedly, "You'll never get close enough to know."

I tried to shove by him, but he dug his sharp fingernails into my shoulder and whipped me around to face him.

"Try me," he seethed through clenched teeth as his face inched closer to mine, and I feel his hefty breath against my mouth and I vividly taste smoke, wrinkling my nose in disgust.

"Leave him for Xemnas," Xaldin said smoothly, watching me closely as Xigbar releases my shoulders.

"You've been playing Xemnas, kid. I'd watch my ass if I were you, cause Xemnas'll be fucking it," he threatened in a deadly voice, lowering his arms and finally allowing me to step into the club.

It sounded worse than it was. Xemnas was just bitter because I never took him to bed with me. Call me a whore, call me whatever the hell he wants, but I have a more refined taste than that.

I shook off the volatile confrontation and stepped through the door, my eyes staggering and adjusting to the black lights and unfurling smoke. Leon was waiting for me, eyebrows lifted ashe looked at my tousled shirt and strong arms linked across his chest impatiently.

Blinking furiously, I snag his wrist and pull him through the overly packed dance floor to the bar across the room. Leon immediately took a seat on a padded, ratty bar stool, motioning for a silver-haired man on the other side of the counter. Fierce gold eyes widened minutely as the man grinned placidly at us and turned to mix a drink. He slammed a glass on the counter, nodding to Leon, who took a chug of it.

He brushed thick silver strands of hair from his cruel eyes and leaned on his elbows to stare lividly at me. "What brings you back here?"

I returned his glare, resting my palm against Leon's tight thigh. "None of your business, Xemnas," I said in a mocking tone that stressed each syllable.

He crossed his arms smugly. "You have another fuck buddy?"

My jaw set and I bit my lip angrily, afraid to tell him off in front of Leon, in case he decided to reprimand me on my "fuck buddies" and everything that had happened between them and myself during my previous encounters here.

I frowned. "Get me the usual," I growl irately. Knowing he struck a tender nerve, he chuckled under his breath, spinning around and concocting some shots for me. My mood has darkened considerably with the disputes, so when he lines up several colored shots in front of me, I down them all in less than ten seconds flat. My head spins and I'm almost nauseous, but it passes quickly, becoming a dull ache in the back of my mind.

Eagerly trying to evade anymore stupid fights, I drag Leon into the sweaty, thrumming crowd. This is my element. It's ironic how I'm most comfortable with my body when I'm here. Maybe it's because no one really pays you any heed. They're all in their own dreams, in their own dimensions like myself where all they experience is physical adoration.

My head is pleasantly buzzing and I hook Leon's fingers into the front of my jeans and I lean heavily into his taut frame, feeling beads of sweat already forming against my back. I grind expertly against Leon's thigh, rolling my hips to the loud bass that impaired my hearing, and I snake my arms up around Leon's neck, closing any space that was between us.

Despite his uninterested complex, Leon pressed his fingertips into my hipbones, rocking his hips aggressively against me, his cheek grazing my collarbone, our breaths mingling. I can smell the alcohol huff from his lips peppering my jaw. One calloused hand crawls up my midriff, revealing my flat navel. The toxicity of each separate, distinct sensation, the rough carresses, musty scent wafting past parted lips, the hazy vision and closed off precautions, the hand tightening around hip, the patent hardness pressing into my backside, all of it, forced me to close my eyes and drift away in salacity.

Then my wrinkled shirt was collecting under my chin and the buckles of my jeans were being removed swiftly, and hard-pressed kisses were trailed along my thin ribs, rough palms scraping my sides, hand slipping deftly between my legs and squeezing, kneading, heat erupting from my stomach as hungry moans shoved past clenched teeth.

His pebbly tongue retreated from two bruised, perky nipples and his mouth latched onto my lips, breath heaving, chest panting. Fuck. Hands somehow managed to permeate my tight jeans, cold pads of fingertips squeezing my twitching length. I hissed sharply as my pants were removed, cold wind slapping my heated skin. Where the fuck were we again?

I didn't have a chance to ponder our whereabouts as a hot mouth meshed around my throbbing erection, gaunt cheeks hollowing as Leon took all of me almost malevolently into his mouth, large hands spreading my ass cheeks wide as he inserted a long finger without any lubrication. I winced, groaning at the tight strain, back arching, hands closing hurriedly at his bangs, forcing his head against my groin.

He added another finger, curling and stretching the excruciating muscles before pulling away. I groaned incoherently as he sucked hard, causing cum to spurt from the tender slit into his mouth. He swallowed the semen before releasing me from his mouth. Gathering my bearings, I lifted myself up on my elbows and shoved him down into the backseat, which I had realized we were in, and I gripped his hips steadily as I swiftly licked the underside of his pulsing cock.

I nibbled along the rigid side, kissing and savoring the flesh before attempting to deep throat him. I inhaled deeply feeling his encouraging fingers spreading my legs apart again and slipping in three fingers at one into my unyielding heat. Moaning around his erect length, I felt his nails dig sharply into my sensitive skin, his breath hitching as I sucked and nipped at him until he discharged into my mouth, growling deep in his throat.

Smirking, I wiped the sticky substance from my lips with my discarded shirt and sprawled on top of him, hips swiveling against his once more hard cock, groans heightening as he delved his wet tongue against my hot mouth. I felt his engorged cock squeezed between my hips. Fingers retreated, forcing an insistent whine escape my lips as I sat up, positioning my entrance over his stock-still member.

Willing my muscles to relax, I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, nose scrunching and wincing as the initial, dry intrusion. Eyes half-lidded he fisted my cock, shooting electric sensations across my nerves. "Ahh, fuck."

Hesitating as I numbly adjusted to his full cock, ignoring my muscles that were stretching almost painfully, and I pinched his brown nipples, rubbing them between my forefinger and thumbs, earning myself a slew of curse words.

I made sure my knees were in place before lifting my body up, groaning as stars winked under closed eyelids. I was still in a dreamy haze. I'm not sure what the fuck Xemnas put in my drink, but I didn't fucking care. This was hot, needed, intense, the effects of the drink multiplying the sensations ten-fold.

I was writhing in burning pleasure as I rode fast and sharp, consistent groans filling the musty car. Incoherent curses were screamed in my ear as I was flipped on my stomach before Leon began thoroughly ravishing and impaling me, thick cock brutally hitting my prostrate, one hand tight around my neglected length and pumping it in time with his long, deep thrusts.

I was screaming. Screaming in ecstasy, back arching painfully as my muscles clenched ruthlessly around him. Fuck. Xemnas must have fucking drugged me up. We were both heavily intoxicated, abiding by physical notions only.

Then it was over. I vaguely remember the radio playing somewhere in the back of my jumbled mind, and I felt Leon hoisting my up by my shoulders as I wobbled drunkenlyon my feet, uncaring. "What..the fuck," I mumbled, as his nails dug into my shoulders as he tried vainly to walk me back into his house. I was barely complying, wrestling his hold against my frame, which only caused him to rattle me more violently.

"Damnit Sora," he growled as my legs gave out, what little weight I had falling dead in his arms. "What the fuck did you have to drink?"

I don't remember much after that. Just an excruciating headache and I'm pretty sure I yelled at him to leave me alone, earning me a few slaps, whether in anger or frustration or maybe because he was nearly as drunk as I was, that I was too drunk to understand what he wanted. "Go to sleep!" He shouted, finally cracking as he managed to pull a single layer of sheets over my, depositing a small bucket next to the bed in case I threw up.

The door slammed shut and I was alone and thoroughly confused. My stomach churned unpleasantly and I groaned, clawing at my face to force the heavy pressure against my temple to leave. A thick fog clouded my vision and thoughts. I didn't even hear the door open again, but I did feel hands remove my fingers from my face and force me to sit up and gulp down some kind of medicine that worsened the dark spots sporting my vision.

"You're going to claw your eyes out, Sora, fuck."

Shit. This wasn't like me. I was usually the caretaker.

"Fucking Xemnas," I groan, massaging my temples by pressing my knuckles sharply against my head.

"I told you I didn't want to go."

"Fuck off!" I weakly aim a balled fist into Leon's shoulder.

I didn't want to throw up. I could decently handle my alcohol, but whatever Xemnas had slipped in my drink had fucked me up for the night. Leon was initially unfazed by how much he had consumed, and he didn't show it as he watched over me and made sure I fell asleep without harming myself in the process.

It's strange how satisfied Leon seems after that night. Like he had been entirely clueless about how intoxicating and hypnagogic the rave had been. He got a good fuck out of it, and he got to drink. It wasn't long for me to discern that I had awoken a dormancy in him.

We established a degrading routine that dissipated any credibility I had left within my school reputation. Prolonged absences became questions revolving around the school about my health. My physical state was fine, for the most part.

The late partying and dancing was beginning to diminish my grades and I found myself soon being dragged to the club unwillingly. I was getting fucking sick and tired of Xemnas and his brainless minions. I wanted a break. But I had no choice in the matter any longer.

Leon became more and more relentless in his excessive drinking, and he began ditching me at his house to go to the club. Things were steadily heading downhill, not surprising because all of my relationships had done that.

I blindly expected this one to be universally different. Leon masked his feelings and something that I once found captivating and mysterious, just put me on edge and frustrated me to hell. Despite previously understanding that our personalities could potentially clash, I refused to listen to my own insight.

We started fighting. And it was his fucking fault. For a week, he had been coming home from the club, hair mussed and shirt wrinkled. I was fine with that, really. It wasn't the first time, and it's not like I had never danced with a stranger before. It was expected.

But I would suddenly be locked out of my room, muffled noises erupting through the walls. He was being discreet as he possibly wanted, because he didn't care. I was a damn kid in his stoic eyes. I caught glimpses of the intruder, blond spiky hair sticking up from underneath the twisted sheets, but never anything more.

And the questions came hurling one after the other. I had never been the cheated, always the ruthless cheater. And it fucking hurt. My hands shook and my heart was swelling with disappointment and guilt and depression, things I hadn't been aware of before.

Riku might have poised for a strike, but it always fell short of its deserving target. Not Leon. He impeded me and humiliation would spread across my cheeks, knowing that I wasn't worth it. He didn't want me, or he didn't give a damn.

Was this the way Riku felt every time I was long gone in the mornings, the space where I should be, cradled in his arms, empty and cold. Did his heart feel like it was being lacerated each time he saw me with someone else? It hurt like hell. Worse than anything my dad had ever done to me. It reiterated the fact that I had been battling with myself for years. I began confronting myself about my worthlessness and how pathetic and ugly I was.

But the worst part wasn't the self-mutilation that had me pressing thin razors into the soft underside of my wrists, or the weak quivering of my stomach, or even Leon smacking me around like a damn rag doll every time we fought.

It was the sadistic reality that I couldn't leave.

If there was one person that I despised more than Xemnas, it would indefinitely have to be Riku. He knew. He fucking knew that something was amiss.

After three solid months of ignoring each other, which included me rearranging seats in our Psychology class so I wasn't near him, he pulled me aside.

My physical appearance was rotting. The random, scarce days that I actually made it to school, I looked haggard. My unstable, weakening esteem and care were showing. My eyes were hollowing, clouding over in a state of despondence. My hair was visibly drooping and my skin grew ashen. More than once, I sported a dark, swelling bruise, compliments of Leon.

And Riku was itching to ask me what was going on. And I almost slipped.

My bruised, wavering pride wouldn't allow me; I couldn't apologize.

It was at school and I was in a foul mood, something that was becoming more frequent the more time I spent with Leon. We were arguing again, in the empty hallway that lead to the cafeteria. It was a continuing fight from this morning, because I had slept on the fucking couch again, while his new toy was underneath the covers.

I swatted bitterly at his hand that landed on my shoulder, spitting slightly as I told him not to touch me with those filthy, whoreish hands, when it happened. A loud smack resounded, echoing excruciatingly loud against the metal lockers lining the hall. The force behind it was enough to send me reeling, my tender neck experiencing a shot of whiplash and I gasped, tears collecting at the corners of my dull eyes as the white-hot burn reddened my cheek.

He was stalking away moodily and I brought a hesitant hand to my face as my eyes locked with a pair of intense, raged, aquamarine eyes. Fuck. His brows furrowed with boiling anger, then his eyes widened with concerned understanding and he unconsciously let his mouth fall open, just enough to release a ragged breath that he hadn't know he was holding.

Pain flashed vividly across his eyes and I couldn't keep his gaze. He bore into my soul, he knew what was happening, but he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. But fuck, he tried.

He stepped forward, eyes wide with fear as his arm reached out. "Leave me alone!"

"Sora, what the fuck is going on?" His silver bangs concealed the etched frown between his eyebrows.

"What the fuck do you care? Fucking satisfied? I'm out of your bed, out of your hair, out of your fucking life!" I screamed, astonished at my hoarse voice. He lifted a hand and I thought for a split-second that he was going to hit me, and I violently flinched as his hand descended across my shoulder. I had too much to lose by admitting defeat to Riku. I couldn't face my mistakes. I never could.

He gasped in shock and his eyes narrowed, icy fire burning into me. We both knew I had royally screwed up. "You were the one who fucking kicked me out," I said lowly. "So, leave me alone, for once in your fucking life."

I didn't want to see the hurt that pained his expression from my impish outburst. My hands trembled and I knew I was horribly in the wrong. But I wasn't going to let Riku bail me out again. I couldn't go back to him after all of this. My relationship with Leon had been the longest I had held over Riku, and it initially killed him. I couldn't allow him the satisfaction that he was right.

The truth fucking hurts.

And this relationship was slowly killing me.

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