Well, folks, here it is. The short, but sweet end to a long tryst of smut and angst.
I hope you've enjoyed this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. I wanted to end the fic in several different ways, but at the behest and suggestion of one of my close friends and readers said this one was "the most appropriate."
An entire 3 months had passed since the massive house party at Riku's.
In typical Organization manner, the entire house was cleaned and repaired – as if the party had never even occurred.
No one saw Riku after he had kicked everyone out of the house. And of course, the bit of gossip on everyone's lips is how or why Riku, dressed in a school girl uniform, punched Sora square in the jaw.
The only ones who seemed to know always just shrug when asked. The only ones who really know were Roxas, Axel, and Sora himself.
Roxas idly skated in circles in the nigh-empty parking lot. It was the parking lot attached to the now-shutdown Destiny Shopping Mall. The only ones within the 15 mile radius were Roxas and Axel.
The redhead sat idly on the hood of the only car in the lot, smoking a cigarette.
The summer sun was slowing sinking into the west, painting the sky in that dark peachy-orange color.
"You think he's doing okay?" asked Axel, piercing the silence.
"He's smart. I heard he's getting help," replied the blonde.
"Do you even know who I'm referring to?" questioned the redhead, turning his head towards Roxas.
"I'm talking about both of them," sternly replied the blonde, now hopping off of his skateboard. Roxas hopped on top of the car alongside Axel.
"Sora, realizing he may or may not be a huge sex addicted sociopath is now seeing a therapist," explained Roxas.
"And Riku? I heard he transferred schools but, still comes around every now and then to see someone," hummed Axel. Roxas gave the redhead one of those you-sure-you-want-to-know looks. Axel nodded.
"Well…"
3 months ago.
Riku had just stepped out of the shower. Earlier, he had awoken to the same room he'd spent his time with Terra in. Except this time it was empty. Nothing new. Of course he knew what he was getting into with Terra. Oddly enough he knew exactly what he was going to get out of this "relationship" with Sora.
The silver haired boy slowly redressed himself in the school girl uniform, not feeling up to wearing any of Sora's, Roxas' or anyone related to them, clothing.
Riku had made up his mind. No more fucking around. No more letting anyone trample all over his feelings. No more giving away pieces of himself.
The silver haired boy emerged from the bush gardening separating his yard from Sora's. Just as he had crossed the threshold, someone had grabbed his right arm.
"We need to talk," sternly commanded Sora, glaring daggers at the silver haired boy.
"No. Fuck. Off," calmly replied Riku, wrenching his arm from Sora's grip and heading to his house.
"Hey! I said we NEED to TALK!" shouted Sora, now stomping to catch up with the boy.
At this point, people who were at Riku's house had heard this anger laced growl. Partygoer and peer alike began to flock to the back of the house, watching the two stare each other down from a distance. Roxas, Axel, and Naminé being front row and center.
Riku took in a deep breath and turned around to meet the brunette's heated gaze.
"No. You need to listen. It's over, Sora. The things we've being doing, it just doesn't feel right. It isn't right," explained the silver haired boy.
"I need to be someone I can love and learn from. Someone with whom I build trust with; not someone who forces that trust upon others. I need to stop exposing myself to the toxicity of your lust," added Riku.
Sora was speechless. The look of anger in his brow was replaced with one of confusion.
"I need to learn it all out for myself. What feelings are, what love is, all that junk!I need someone who treats me like a person, not an outlet for your lust. I need to just, figure it all out," continued Riku, smiling softly at the confused Sora.
Sora had slumped his shoulders and began to stare at the floor. A low, quiet chuckling filled the air. Sora began to laugh louder and louder. The brunette finally collected himself and smirked, his hand resting upon Riku's shoulder.
"But you're mine," replied Sora as he stepped toward Riku, closing the gap between them.
In a flash, Sora's vision had just gone from seeing Riku's face to seeing the various constellations in the night sky.
The brunette had sat up. There was no one around. How long had he been out?
3 months ago, 1 minute after Sora is knocked out.
"WOO!" exclaimed the crowd who begun to slowly leave the premises.
Roxas and Axel were completely flabbergasted. Naminé was howling and cheering.
"Yeah, Riku! WOO!" shouted the blonde girl, bouncing up and down. Roxas had glanced at her face; it was completely red. The girl must actually be drunk. A fun one at that.
"I really don't know why Riku's wearing a school girl uniform or what's going on but, DID YOU SEE THAT PUNCH!?" beamed Naminé.
Riku had walked up to the three. Roxas and Axel could only nod and playfully punch at the boy's shoulder. Proud of their "friend's" decision, but also partly ashamed for taking part in the debauchery.
"Roxas. Axel. Beat it," commanded Riku, his attention focused at Naminé's chuckling. Axel had already darted for the door, Roxas lingering on, looking at the silver haired boy.
Before she could speak up, the silver haired boy had seized Naminé's hand.
"Hey, this is really sudden, I'm wearing a girl's uniform, and all that, but everyone is heading home. I know you have no idea what's going on or what I'm really about aside from us knowing some mutual people. I just really want to be around different, new, amazing, people. Would you want to grab some bottles of whatever's left and watch the stars on the roof with me?"
"Sure," smiled the blonde.
The two walked into the house hand-in-hand.
"You've caught me at a very odd time in my life," commented Riku.
Fin.
Not the smutty ending ya expected, now was it? Again, I hope you enjoyed the ride. R&R! Tell me how you wanted it to end! Follow/subscribe for more stuff coming out. And this time at a steadier, less sporadic rate!
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