Authors Note:: Hello there this is Teh_ Smexx (I should REALLY change that pen name Jesus) xKiwimonsterx here…I bet this was the last thing you were expecting to happen, this fanfiction, from 2007 updating? No way. I can't believe it either.

Well… let's just say I have a friend (a few friends actually) who I just decided to send this link to (because this story I more often than not pretend does not exist) to get a good laugh… and as a gift to my lovely Brofish (Riku) I'm writing a detention scene/chapter just for you. (I'm so sorry if I destroy Riku in my writing XD; He's not the /UKE AXEL/ though, not the /UKE/ RIKU IS A /SEME/. (omg don't ask if you are not Katie okay XD;))

I apologize in advance for the drastic change of character and probably writing style and maybe direction of story in general but… I have been RP'ing as Roxas for the past six almost seven months so I'm going to have to twist my thoughts back to Sora to the best of my ability XD;

So now 5 years later… I bring to you a new chapter of A Long Walk Home…

+TheLongWalkHome+

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Chapter 4:: Detention With Riku

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"That's rough… I've never heard of Tifa being so harsh within the first week of school." Demyx consoled Sora at lunch, while the brunet twisted the stem of his lightly bruised apple, making up horrible nightmares of things that could go wrong during his detention.

"On the bright side, it's a few more hours away from home..." Sora flashed a smile at his friend, the apple stem now detached from its base. The brunet flung the stem to the side and took a bite of his apple in an attempt to ease his mind. It's just two hours… what could possibly go wrong.

The noise of the cafeteria and the easy chatter of his friends around him was enough to distract him for the rest of the lunch period, but the rest of the day his classes were dreadful, almost impossible to even focus on taking notes, let alone listening to the lecture.

Even with the lack of focus, the rest of the day went by faster than Sora had hoped for, and his feet now dragged his body back down to his professor's office. Once he reached the door, he poked his head to the side, peeking through the small window to see if anybody was there, hoping maybe he could just go home and forget that today even happened. But much to his dismay, Tifa sat on her desk, already saying something to that tall silver haired teen that stood in front of her, with his stupid coy little smirk. It took every last ounce of energy within the smaller teen to place his hand on the doorknob, and step foot into this warzone. One… two… Sora inhaled one last breath and then he opened the door.

"… movie was great, right?" Tifa laughed, pushing some of her long locks of hair behind her ear, only to turn her head to the doorway as it clicked open, announcing Sora's entrance. Tifa's face quickly regained its stern expression with a soft cough, "Nice of you to join us, Sora." The brunet followed her eyes to the clock, noticing he was just a few seconds late. He let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head.

"I'm here?" he croaked out. He felt a pair of sea green eyes burning into his skull, he could only imagine the smug look upon the other teens face, and so he refused to return the glance.

"Yes, now you two… I'm going to have you write lines." Tifa turned to the whiteboard behind her desk and pulled out one of the dry erase markers, squeaking as it wrote just enough to irk Sora. He grit his teeth and watched Tifa's hand curve each letter delicately on the board, wondering what awful torture was in his future.

"I… will…not…" The professor slowly said aloud while writing… "back…sass…Miss.. Lockheart…and… I.. will…pay…attention…in…class…in stead… of… to… my… lab.. partner…" she smirked as she turned around to face the pair of boys, awaiting their reaction.

Sora wishes he had been sitting down in a desk, just so he could sink down below it to hide his now blush stained cheeks. DISTRACTED BY HIS LAB PARTNER?! His eyes struggled not to look over at the taller teen to his left, to see if his cool demeanor changed at all, probably not. Finally he snuck a glance at Riku , who was watching his every move. Shocked, the brunet quickly averted his eyes with a gasp and locked onto the board re-reading the sentence, pinching his arm thinking maybe this was all a dream…. But Riku in his dreams might be even worse. The soft sting of his pinch sent pinpricks of pain down his arm. Damn. Reality.

Shaking off the thought he quickly took a seat and pulled out his spiral notebook and pen, keeping his cool. Okay Tifa Lockheart… I will do your ridiculous lines… Sora thought to himself lightly biting his bottom lip as he scribbled out his first sentence.

He felt a shift in the air beside him as the older teen pushed into the chair next to him and rustled through his things making a ruckus.

"Well I'm going to leave you two here for awhile, have some teacher conferences and such. I'm sure you two will behave yourselves… And don't you even think about leaving… Just have this written down say… 100 times before I return," she said without turning around as she shut the door behind her.

Sora glared into his notebook, feeling a cramp build up in his wrist as he furiously scribbled the words begrudgingly along the blue lines upon his paper, ruthlessly breaking small bits of his mechanical pencil from the pressure.

"So… do you really get distracted by my presence, Sora?"

That cocky son of a bitch... Sora took a deep breath and tried to ignore the suave voice of his neighbor, coercing him into a trap. He couldn't respond now. It'd only prove Miss Lockheart's theory of his distractions. Pfft. As if that silver haired, emerald green eyed, tall, lean, Abercrombie model worthy kid could… The brunet's eyes quickly widened as his forehead broke into a cold sweat. STOP. STOP. This is not how today is going to work. He could feel the intense smirk radiating off of the taller teens face, not paying any attention to his assigned lines. Jerk.

"Look…" Sora finally said, still not looking over at Riku and diligently writing his pointless lines, "I'm just going to get my lines done… and go home. You could of just kept your mouth shut an-…"

His sentence was cut off by the sudden intrusion of his personal space, and the inability to continue speaking for a pair of lips that were not his own currently occupied Sora's mouth. The brunet's brain paused. It was as if time stopped moving and all he could think about was the tingling that shot from the silver teens touch down to his toes, and the soft lips that moved just right against his own, Riku's warm breath, the older teens fingers slowly tangling themselves into…. /FUCK/ WHAT WAS HAPPENING.

Sora quickly pushed himself away from the disturbance as his hand flung to his lips to wipe away any evidence of the event… "What the hell was that Riku?! Do you just go around kissing anybody thinking they'd fall for you or something?!" the brunet felt his cheeks burning a dark shade of red. "Or do you make a habit of hitting on random kids in alley ways then making their lives miserable as a sick twisted game!?"

Riku only let out a loud glorious laugh and slowly eased his way back into his desk with the smuggest smirk a human being could muster. It was unfair that he could still look attractive while Sora raged at his entire existence.

"WELL?! ANSWER ME!" Sora yelled, but was soon again interrupted by a door and a very angry Miss Lockheart tapping her foot against the linoleum floor. Her face was just about as red as Sora's at this point.

"I leave the room for FIVE MINUTES, and I realized I left my water bottle here and I come back to you screaming in my classroom? Must I stay here and babysit you two, you're ADULTS." Tifa paced in front of the room, her hair violently swinging back and forth with her harsh movements…

"Maybe… you two should just sit in separate corners of the room and face the wall.. I've about had it with your mindless flirtatious whatever it is you two have going on… Just… get out of here…" Tifa pointed to the door before making her point clear… "NOW!"

Sora quickly grabbed his things and shoved them into the bag, bee lining to the door to get as far away from Riku as possible, but his short legs betrayed him for Riku caught up with him within seconds.

"How mad could you possibly be, Sora? I just got us out of Detention…" smirk. "and maybe I just wanted to see your reaction… you're fun to toy with… you over react to the slightest…" Riku reached out his hand and brushed his fingertips against Sora's, "touch…" smirk. Sora felt goose bumps raise on his arm as another blush invaded his cheeks.

"I'll see you tomorrow, partner." And with that, Riku pushed ahead, his longer legs propelling him off into the distance, leaving Sora with a lot of questions. Just what did this Riku kid want with him… and why did his heart skip a beat whenever he heard his name…