HUMAN

Her heart was twisting, turning this way and that like a parasite wringing itself into a pretzel because it wasn't sure which way was up or which end was its head. It was tapping her dry, testing her strength. It squeezed her until she gasped and had to put up her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose to stop the tears from coming out, because that was how you stopped yourself from crying. It nipped at her insides and made her feel like vomiting sometimes, when it hit a sensitive spot. It would not stay still but hopped about without regard for the basic health needs of a skinny teenaged girl, who needed her internal organs to stay firmly in place.

All this, taking place within her chest. And that, in any case, was mostly flat and just starting to bud into breasts.

Sora. Riku. Sora. Riku. Sora. Riku.

She had to go back and forth like that all day.

He called her name sometimes, touched her carelessly like they were still children too innocent to be scared. Oh, but she knew he wasn't like that anymore and he was just being bad, because he was ninety percent sure that SHE still didn't know what he was capable of and meanwhile the wicked ten percent of him leftover knew otherwise, that she knew everything, even hoping she knew, and hoping that she was every bit as afraid as she should be.

She hated him for it. But he was older- what could she do about it? It was what people had to do once they were his age. Toe that haunting line between everything uncorrupt and passionless in this world, but to be a well-adjusted adolescent boy skip across once in a while. And that was why he hugged her, kissed her on her cheeks, took her hand when she jumped down from a rope ladder. That was why he touched her.

Because he was a boy. Because she was a girl. Because he was fifteen and he wouldn't have ever wanted her if she were not fourteen and a nervous giggler at his increasingly sexy voice and a blusher at his increasingly toned body. Because though she didn't understand yet he had a lot of fun teasing her inexperience and trying to draw out the make-believe adult in her.

Not to be dirty, because the parts of their bodies that touched never became more personal than what he minded coming into contact with Sora. Not because she was pretty, because even though she was cute, her blouse stuck to her ribs and lone pimples popped up on her chin once in a while. Not because his shirt stuck to take the shape of his pecs with him coming wet out of the water, or all the aqua green light tricks his eyes could do.

Not because he loved her.

A/N: More later... It is now 2:25 in the morning.Review please, I just want to know what everyone thinksso far. I'm counting on your insight!