Okay...Please, don't throw anything at me! XD I have a good reason for not updating. I've been busy with this story, among many others, and some one-shots that I plan on putting out VERY soon. ;3 I'm so sorry to everyone who was waiting on my next chapters, but I really wanted to put this story out, as I feel it's better than my other two. But does anyone have any pairings they wanna see? Because I need some more. Most of what I have is SoraxRoxas, RikuxSora, and...I have a DemyxxAxel, and I may write an AkuRoku if I know someone wants to read it. But dun lemme stop you from reading, and please don't be mad about my other two ficcies, I'll post chappies on them once I feel better about them and start fixing them up. I sucked arse as a writer when I put them out, and am only now noticing those icky mistakes and typos. I have a chapter of Wishing It Was in progress, so that may be out sooner than you think...Enough with my blabber! Go, shoo, read! -Shooes off.-
Riku sprinted down the dark, slippery street, the sound of his footfalls masked by the heavy pattering of the rain. His light gray sweat jacket—now darkened by the water—clung to his body, even over his black undershirt. He silently cursed, making a mental note to take some cold medicine the second he got in.
It was very dark, barely past ten thirty. Riku would have enjoyed this storm…had he been home. But he had somehow gotten lost, and was just making it home. He was thoroughly soaked as the liquid crystals rained upon him roughly, soaking even through his light tan cargo pants and his black and white skulled vans. His keys, under his shirt hanging from a lanyard, felt like ice cubes pressed against his chest.
Riku paused, holding his breath. Aquamarine eyes looked up from their down casted gaze, peering through dripping silver locks. He heard something. A shuffle in the distance.
Curiously, he squinted into the foggy darkness ahead of him. Then he saw it.
Correction; he felt it.
Riku tumbled back upon being tackled roughly. He felt a warm, undoubtedly wet weight pressing his body against the cold, hard ground and cracked an eye—which had instinctively closed at being hit—open, looking at the 'attacker'.
The person, a boy now that Riku looked, gazed down at him somewhat nervously with azure gems, slightly obscured by cinnamon colored spikes, now limp from the barrage of oncoming raindrops. His dusted pink lips pursed together in thought as he scrutinized Riku. The boy was in fact, very beautiful.
And very naked.
Riku blushed at this newfound discovery, attempting to sit up under the boy's near non-existent weight.
"Who are you?" Riku asked, ignoring the pouring rain flooding his face, orbs fixed on the boy aquamarine. The male in question cocked his head slightly to the left, raising an eyebrow. He put a finger to his chin in thought.
"Who…?" He repeated slowly, as if trying to understand. "Yeah, as in, your name." Riku explained slowly. It appeared as though a light bulb went off in the boy's head and he nodded vigorously. "Sora." He beamed. Riku smirked lightly at his innocence—or was it naivety? They were pretty much hand in hand, either way. "Where did you come from?" He asked. Sora blinked. "Where were you before?" Riku simplified his question. Sora made an, "oh!" sound, pointing to the sky. "…You came from the sky?" He raised an eyebrow. This Sora was certainly…a strange character. It was like talking to a third grader. Sora shook his head, pointing harder. "Space?" Riku asked again. This game of charades seemed hopeless. Sora shook his head, giving an exasperated sigh. "Hey, you and me both." Riku let out a sigh of his own.
Suddenly, the trampling of feet was heard, and Riku could make out the distinct sound of rifles being cocked. "You there! Stop or we'll shoot!" Riku—ignoring the fact that they weren't moving in the first place—blinked, looking over the mop of messy spikes to see a dozen men, clad in black S.W.A.T.-esque uniforms. It wasn't a rifle that had been cocked, yet a very long, expert looking gun. One of the fancy ones Riku would expect to see in those military movies as something the government keeps secret.
"Hand over the boy." One of the people extended an arm, walking toward the pair slowly. Sora, who had yet to move, had now taken to burrowing himself in Riku's arms; or attempting such. Riku held Sora close to him protectively; he didn't know the group of guys, but they seemed to be bad news. Having been the first person to find Sora, he felt it was his responsibility to protect the boy. So, having found this reasoning within himself, he picked himself and Sora off of the ground, making to give Sora to the man, much to Sora's displeasure. The man seemed delighted, and in a sickeningly sweet voice he said, "I knew you would see what was right." Yeah, right.Riku glared. Sora whined, clinging tighter to Riku.
At the last second, Riku yanked back, opting to run down the street quickly, Sora bouncing wildly in his arms.
"Stop right there!" The man called, and Riku suddenly heard a gunshot. His heart pounding wildly, he turned the corner, frantically looking for his house. The men, strangely, weren't chasing them. Many, many streets later, Riku found his house, unlocking the door quietly. It was a good thing it was so late, otherwise, people would have questioned the naked, dozing brunette in his arms. He entered his house, closing the door behind him. The beeping of the alarm recognizing the door had woken Sora up, and he rubbed his eyes sleepily with one hand, the other on Riku's shoulder. Riku smiled lightly at him; he was so adorable. Sora peeked over Riku's shoulder with curious azure eyes. "This is my house. You're lucky my parents are out of town for the next two weeks. Otherwise, we'd be in some trouble." Riku smiled. Sora giggled, smiling back. Riku wasn't sure if Sora knew what Riku was talking about.
Suddenly, Sora began to squirm in Riku's arms, and Riku let the boy down. Sora sat on the floor, blinking cluelessly. He looked down at himself, then at Riku. He tugged on Riku's pant leg. "You do need clothes, don't you?" Riku chuckled. "Okay, come with me." Riku extended his hand, and Sora took it with a smile. He pulled the smaller boy to his feet, and they went up the stairs, Riku leading the way to his room.
"This is my room. Feel free to look around." Riku let Sora explore the crevices of his room. Riku, meanwhile, tried to think of who those strange men were, at the same time looking for clothing for Sora. Who were those guys? They wanted Sora…but for what? And what did Sora mean when he said he came from the sky…? Is he from space or something? No, I tried that and he said no. He may be like a ditsy third grader, but he would know where he came from… Riku was interrupted from his thinking by a tug on his shirt. He turned to look at the person responsible. Sora stared up at him cutely, holding a teddy bear in front of his face. He paused, as if thinking of what to say. "Ah…uh…" He kept making small noises, as if it would aid him in his thinking. Riku raised an eyebrow, but before he could question, Sora spoke.
"Name…?" Sora asked, as if he wasn't sure he had used the right word. Riku chuckled. Sore had yet to know his name, he realized. "My name is Riku." He said it slowly so that Sora could pick up on it. "R-Riku…" Sora repeated. He smiled. "Riku-u-u." He extended the 'u' in Riku's name, and Riku never thought his name could sound so adorable.
"Ah, here're some clothes you can wear." Riku removed a long sleeved button-up dress shirt, and a pair of black shorts. "These were supposed to go to charity, but I doubt they'd want my school uniform and a pair of work-out shorts." Riku chuckled. He handed the clothes to Sora, who took to looking at them curiously. "Oh, and these." Riku handed Sora a pair of boxers, yellow smiley faces covering the white fabric. "Oooh!" Sora grinned, sticking his arms through the leg holes of the boxers. Riku sighed exasperatedly, but couldn't keep a smile from his face. "Here, let me show you."
After about an hour, Sora was properly dressed. Riku, out of consideration for the boy's privacy, had not looked directly at Sora as he dressed. Sora now sat in front of Riku, looking at him curiously. The white shirt was extremely large on Sora, haniging off of one shoulder, and coming down almost to his knees. The shorts underneath were barely visable, because the shirt covered them. Riku looked back just as curiously at Sora. Sora, most likely finding this to be boring, had went on a search of sorts, peeking in Riku's things.
"Ooh." He made a noise of fascination, pulling out a long, white ribbon from one of the many small boxes on Riku's shelf, fingering the blue-tinted fabric. He padded back up to Riku, holding the ribbon in his face. He smiled brightly, and flicked the ribbon, taking pleasure in it's fluid movement. "This is a ribbon." Riku explained. He took it from Sora, smiling. "Here, turn around." Sora, with the help of Riku's hands on his shoulders, did such, allowing Riku to tie the ribbon around his neck in a bow. Sora 'oohed' once more, fingering it. He smiled; it was like teaching a little kid. Only the little kid was a boy who seemed about Riku's age, and looked more ravishing than a kid would. Riku thought now would be a good time to educate Sora on manners. "Okay," He began, catching Sora's attention. "When someone gives you something, you say thank you." He explained. Sora looked confused for a moment, but caught on and smiled. "T-thank you, Riku." He grinned brightly, and Riku had to stop himself from hugging the boy. "You're welcome." He replied, smiling himself. Whenever Sora smiled, he couldn't help but smile also.
The rain had ceased slightly outside, and all that could be heard was the light pattering as it fell gently from the sky. Riku yawned and Sora mimicked him, quite adorably in Riku's opinion. Sora giggled. "I'm sure you want to go to sleep, huh?" Riku questioned. Sora nodded vigorously. "Well, you can take the bed. I'll take the floor." Riku showed Sora to the bed, who curled up in the covers happily. He made a sound between a murr and a purr, and Riku smiled lightly as Sora fought to keep his eyelids open. Riku went to his closet, fishing around before pulling out a moogle-themed blanket. He spread it out on the floor, grabbing a moogle pillow and laying down. He was about to turn off the light, but realized Sora's confused—almost disappointed—expression. Riku cocked an eyebrow. "What's wrong?" He asked, sitting up fully to prop himself up on his elbows so he was facing Sora. Sora made a face, as if he didn't know what to say, and patted the space beside him in bed. "Riku." He whined, pointing to the space he had just been patting. "What?" Riku was confused now. What could Sora possibly want him to do? Then he realized it. "You want me to…lay with you?" He asked. Sora nodded excitedly. Riku chuckled. "If you insist." Who was Riku to say no to the adorable boy begging for his company?
So Riku climbed into the bed facing Sora, who made a happy squeak of a sound. Sora threw his arms around Riku's waist, burying his nose into Riku's chest. He made a content sigh, and Riku chuckled. He petted Sora's hair, listening to the faint snores of the other boy. Riku smiled as he thought back on today.
Maybe this won't be so bad after all… Yeah, I can make this work.
Well, there it is...I feel as though I may have gone too fast with timing, but... yeah.
I hope you all enjoyed it. I could use a confidence boost, so constructive critisism, reviews, or just telling me to update(Though I'd prefer a bit more...-Sweatdrop.-) will suffice. Thanks so much, and I'm sorry about my other two stories! Really really so--
Sora: -Conks her over the head.-
Riku: Sora has a point, everyone knows you're sorry.
I guess you're right...-wallows in self pitty.-
Sora: -Cute grin.-