Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Aches of the heart ❯ Exit Wound ( Chapter 7 )

Aches of the heart - Chapter 7 : Exit wound

 

"Riku no!"

Sephiroth had wanted to hold the little brunette back, but Sora wriggled himself out of the elder man's grip. He ran out of the room and saw Riku descend the stairs.

"Riku, stop!"

Riku didn't give ear to what the other was saying and stubbornly continued his way down.

Feelings of exasperation and hurt grew stronger in Sora, transforming into searing rage. Long enough he had shown patience to Riku's behaviour and everyone had a breaking point and Sora had just reached his.

"Riku goddamnit! I told you to stop!" He yelled out angrily, making the silver haired young man stop dead in his tracks and look up at him with a surprised gaze. Sora didn't care if he seemed extremely angry now, that stupid bastard deserved it. There was no way he was going to feel guilty about this one, how dared he even walk out on him like this?!

The brunette descended the few steps Riku had and halted just in front of him, his face contorted with rage. The next thing Riku knew was that he was looking at the wall left from him after Sora had made his right cheek connect with his left fist. No need to say that he was surprised, to say the least.

"How dare you!" Sora yelled at him, "How dare you come in at the end of a conversation and think you know everything that has been told?!"

Riku was holding his sore cheek now, his mouth slightly open. It actually hurt. A lot.

"And I can't believe you would even think of me cheating on you!" Sora raged on, not caring if Riku had gotten silent and was now looking at him with a guilty expression. "Haven't I proven to you how much I love your sorry ass?!"

Sora fell silent after that, holding back the tears stinging behind his eyelids again. He wouldn't show them this time, he refused to cry over this. He sighed sadly instead and faced away from Riku. "You have no idea how much you've hurt me, Riku. No idea."

A long moment of silence followed that while Sora waited for Riku to say something in his defence. Not receiving any reply whatsoever, Sora bit on his lower lip, trying desperately to keep himself from crying and walked back up the stairs without casting a last look on Riku still standing where he had left him.

 

As Sora entered their room, he could hear the soft sobs he was trying to muffle beneath his right hand.

Closing his eyes in deep regret at how stupid he had been and the amount of hurt he had caused the only person that had always stuck by his side, Riku slumped down against the wall of the staircase and sat down on one of the steps close to him.

Nothing, nothing had ever felt like this before. He felt helpless and didn't know how things were going to go next between them, if there was even going to be a 'them' after this...

Could he have done something to prevent this? Most likely. Sora wouldn't have got punched him if he had been just upset with him, no. Sora was furious and disappointed in him, he had been patient with him and Riku still let him down.

He wanted to tell him that he was sorry, that he promised that it wouldn't happen again, but he figured that part of the problem lied there.

"Don't promise me, Riku. Just don't do it."

The time when he could've got promised Sora anything was long gone, he realised that more than ever now. They were older, the world around them had changed and so had their romantic lives. As much as he hated to admit it, that was the scariest thing to him. He didn't know how to handle that. If Sora's needs were to change suddenly, would he still be able to please him? Would Sora keep exercising his patience and give him his love if he didn't get fulfilment to his needs?

Losing Sora was his worst nightmare, but he knew that the brunette had already started to slip away from his grip. And he didn't know what to do to hold on to him. He was afraid that if he went to talk to him now, he'd only end up making things worse. He couldn't stand the idea that he was actually making Sora unhappy, and yet that was the reason why he was sitting there...

"If you don't want to make an effort to save what's still left of your relationship, you'll end up regretting it for the rest of your life."

Riku looked up and found Sephiroth standing next to the now closed door of their room.

The taller man did not receive any response from the other, not that he had even expected any. He knew his brother better than people often gave him credit for. To him, Riku was easy to read, yet difficult to knock sense into. Still, he knew that everyone had someone who could really get through to them and for Riku that person was Sora. The little brunette had done good to give Riku that wake-up call, seen the fact that he hadn't seem to realise that his relationship with him had been on the point of shipwrecking completely. At least now, they still had a chance to make it up. Yet, as said before, Sephiroth knew his brother well enough and he knew that Riku would need an extra push in the right direction.

Their mutual issues set aside; he descended a few steps before stopping. "Sora needs you in there."

Riku kept staring straight ahead of him, not giving his brother a glance, not saying a word.

Sephiroth pursed his lips and breathed in deeply. "You can't give up. Not on him."

Riku scowled at that. "What's it to you?"

"Nothing." He simply replied, putting his hands in the pockets of his loose pants. "I'm just preventing this to turn into a pattern."

"Right." Riku nonchalantly spoke, not giving a damn.

"Do it once, it's a coincidence. Do it twice, it's a motive. Three times is a pattern." Sephiroth said, moving to lean with his right shoulder against the wall next to him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"About you, little brother." Sephiroth said with a small smile. "You are a perfectionist. When things don't go the way you want them to go, you give up on them. You're about to make your relationship with Sora strike three when there's isn't even that big of a problem between you two."

Riku's scowl grew deeper and he turned his face away from him. "You don't know anything about us." Who the hell did Sephiroth think he was? What right did he think to have, butting in like this? "You don't even know me." He spat, looking at him now. Riku stood up and added venomously with a slight mocking tone, "Big brother." With that he turned to descend the stairs.

"Then why are you running, Riku?" Sephiroth said after him. "Giving up?"

This made Riku stop and turn back to face him. "You don't know shit about me!"

Sephiroth only smirked, "Then by al means, please prove me wrong." He gestured to the door were Sora had disappeared through, his smirk now gone and his face expressing a seriousness Riku had never witnessed on his brother before.

His mouth opened and closed several times, but not a word came out. He just stood there, fighting an internal conflict with himself. If he went downstairs, he would prove his brother right, if he went into his room, he would prove him right too, indirectly. But, he quickly realised, this wasn't about proving Sephiroth wrong or right, this was about saving what was left over of his relationship with Sora. Or not.

He then remembered how well Sephiroth had always done in his psychology class...

His decision was written on his face as he looked at his brother and said last one gave one brief nod in acknowledgment and turned himself around, walked up the stairs to the second floor again and retreated himself into his room on the third.

Riku took a breath and closed his eyes, gathering the courage he needed to face Sora. This maybe was going to be his last chance.

 

 

Sora was sitting on the edge of his side of the bed, holding his face in his hands in utter despair. He didn't know what to do anymore, all was lost for sure. He removed his hands from his face and wiped away the tears that had found their way down his cheeks. For a few moments he simply sat there, feeling tired and useless. What would happen now? What would he do? Return home? Back to the Destiny Islands?

He sighed sorrowfully as he thought about the many years he had known Riku and the love they had shared with each other ever since they had gotten together. They had known back then that it had been a gamble, that exchanging their friendship for a romantic relationship would include many risks. And still he had chosen for it. He had chosen to be with Riku.

So many things had changed since that summer two years ago... He had left his home, entered college and moved away with his boyfriend. Sora knew for sure that those past two years and a half had been the happiest years of his life, even with the bumps they had met on the road. They had always found a way around them, always found a solution to their problems.

His eyes fell upon the picture he kept beside his bed of him and Riku. He picked it up and studied it, running his left hand over the silver frame.

It was one of the pictures they had gotten done in a studio. Riku had given him a photo shoot session for his birthday last year and he had particularly liked this shot. It was a close up of the both of them facing each other. Riku had been talking to him softly, the back of his right hand was caressing Sora's left cheek, but only his fingertips were visible from behind Sora's face. Sora was looking up at him with a soft amorous smile. It was the aspect of spontaneity that he liked most about the picture; the photographer hadn't told them to take poses. It remembered Sora of how spontaneous and easy it was for him to love Riku, or rather, how easy it had been... The soft old pink colour that was worked into the picture only reminded him of that period when he felt like he was walking on roses all the time.

A tear fell on top of the glass and he held it close to his chest.

"Oh Riku..."

He didn't hear the door open softly as he wept further, holding on to the picture, holding on to that past he so wanted back.

"Sora."

With a startled sob Sora looked up. "Riku..."

Riku took a few steps inside the room after he had closed the door and approached him slowly. "Babe, I..." He started, but fell silent... not knowing how to continue.

Sora was looking up at him as he stood there, feeling his unease. There was only one thing he needed from Riku right now. He placed the picture next to him on the bed, stood up and threw his arms around him.

Riku immediately returned the embrace and held him tightly to him. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, Sora. I—"

"Riku," Sora whispered over his left shoulder with his eyes closed, a tear rolling out of his right eye. It wasn't that he didn't want to accept Riku's most sincere apologies, but it wasn't fair that he only knew part of the story for which he was apologising for. "Can... Can we talk?"

Riku loosened his grip on him and nodded. He sat himself opposite from Sora on the bed and watched him pick up the picture he had been holding earlier and place it back on his nightstand. Riku only seemed patient and calm on the outside, but was internally as nervous as Sora felt. Sora didn't blame him, this conversation could go either well or bad and their relationship was at stake.

"I really want this to come out right..." Sora whispered softly, looking at his hands in his lap. "Riku... You need to know first that I don't want to lose you. But I need to say this before I go and say more things or do more things I'll regret later." He reached out to Riku's right cheekbone gently and bit his lower lip at the bruise forming there.

Riku took his hand touching his face and kissed his palm lovingly. "Just go on."

Sora took a steadying breath and nodded slightly. "You're the guy that has captured my heart and swept me off my feet…" He chuckled softly at the smile Riku gave him. "You've made me feel things I never possibly could've imagined feeling." He paused and gave him a weak, nervous smile as he intertwined their fingers. Riku returned the smile, wanting him to know that he was there, listening to him.

Sora bit his lower lip and continued. "I love you. So much." He paused again, closing his eyes. "So much, that I'm ready to do anything to please you." He opened his eyes and found comfort and encouragement in the soft azure ones looking at him with so much love. He knew he could tell Riku everything, he wanted him to know everything, but it was just so damn hard.

Especially now…

"But at times," Sora whispered, trailing his eyes away from Riku's. "I forget about myself… and I end up feeling unhappy, because… because I love you to such extend that I cannot refuse you anything out of fear of losing your love…"

Riku thought about these words for a few moments. What Sora had disclosed to him showed once more how insecure and emotionally fragile he was. And then, suddenly, pieces of the scrambled puzzle started to fall in place.

How could he have been that blind?

All the times Sora gave in when he wanted sex, all the times Sora would crawl back from a dispute… He would just take the advantage and assume it was okay with Sora, thinking he wanted whatever he wanted as well. Sora would never contradict him just so he'd get things he wanted them…

He was starting to wonder why Sora hadn't left him by now.

If he had felt guilty before, then the feeling sure came back a 1000 times stronger right that moment. How could he be worthy of Sora, asshole that he was?

To what extend was Sora supposed to suffer just because he loved him?

He let go of the hand he had intertwined with Sora's.

"You're right; I have no idea how much pain I've caused you, Sora… God, I'm so sorry…" He whispered, drawing back his hand and shaking his head as Sora had attempted to take hold of it again. "No… Love shouldn't be like this. It's not what I wanted for us. It's not what I wanted for you." He shook his head again to stress his words and stood up from the bed.

Sora stood in turn and reached out to him again, taking his right hand in his. Despite the situation, he could feel his heart swell with love. Riku would never hurt him intentionally; he had proven this again by showing so much remorse for what he didn't realise he had been doing. He could see the pain he felt in his teary eyes, those soft pools of aqua reflecting deep guilt and shame.

He placed the hand he had taken in his on his chest, right above his heart and looked up at him with a smile. "Do you feel it beating?"

Riku closed his eyes and a lonely tear fell from his right eye as he nodded softly. The fast-paced, steady heartbeat of Sora's heart drummed underneath the palm of his hand and in his ears. He felt like he was being washed over by a wave of emotions coming from Sora, his Sora.

"It's beating just for you, beating hard and proudly because it belongs to you." Sora said, trying with all his might to keep his voice steady while watching with tears in his own eyes as Riku bent his head and shook it slightly. "And I swear that it'll stop forever on the day that you no longer will want to receive my love."

Riku was still shaking his head, his tears rolling in transparent pearls the long his face now. "I don't deserve you, Sora." He whispered sadly. "You deserve so much more than me…"

"Who says that!" Sora spoke with a trembling voice, not wanting to see his Riku like this. He placed his hands on either side of Riku's face, trying to make him look at him. "Who says that!" He whimpered, partly mad at himself for not showing more strength and partly at Riku because he was giving up on them. "Riku!" He shook his head violently, his own tears flowing now. He tried to make Riku look at him. "Please, don't give up! Don't give up on me!"

Riku looked at him now, staring at that tear streaked face of his boyfriend with a pained expression. "Sora…"

"Don't!" Sora sternly spoke through his tears, finding his anger back now and stubbornly shaking his head. "Don't you dare!" He hit with his fists on Riku's chest now, his pain and sorrow taking the upper hand of his feelings again. "Don't you dare! I need you!"

Riku closed his eyes at the heart-wrenching sobs of Sora and the weakening hits against his chest. He couldn't come up with the strength of saying anything. He simply didn't want them to go on like this. He needed Sora as much as Sora needed him, but he couldn't stand seeing him hurt. Especially not now that he was the cause of his pain.

Sora was simply crying now, searching for Riku to hold him, tell him that he wouldn't leave, but his hands gripping against the fabric of Riku's black shirt never received an answer whatsoever. "I need you…" He sobbed desperately, falling on his knees now and letting out a cry of frustration and pain.

Riku got on his knees too and took Sora in his arms, holding him tightly to him as he continued to cry, the reality finally settling in for the both of them.

They weren't going to get out of this one.

Riku held him for a long time, just holding him even though he knew that no amount of comfort he offered would ease Sora's pain.

Finally, Sora let go of him, his arms falling limply at his sides. He wasn't looking at Riku anymore, his eyes -swollen and red from the many tears- directed to the side as he sat there on his knees, his face calm now as he spoke. "So what do we do now?"

Riku looked up at him, but did not answer. He extended his right hand to touch Sora's left cheek, but Sora only closed his eyes and turned his face away from his touch.

"Will you at least stay for Christmas?" Sora softly whispered. He was trying hard to not cry right now, trying so damn hard.

"If you want me to stay, I'll stay." Riku gently spoke back.

Sora bit his lower lip and looked up at the ceiling, wanting to keep his tears from falling down his cheeks again. "But it's not about what I want, is it?" He said, his voice trembling. He laid his teary gaze back on him, not caring anymore if the tears he had tried to hold back rolled down his face now. "If you want to stay, stay. But don't stay because of me."

Before Riku could reply, Sora stood up and crawled into the bed, facing away from him.

Riku bent his head and closed his eyes, trying to fight the urge to run up to him and hold him in his arms.

It was over and nothing was ever going to be the same again.

Ever.

He forced himself to stand and turn away from Sora's lying form. With his heart feeling like lead inside of his chest he slowly walked out, half and half hoping that Sora would hold him back, but by the time he was out of the door and ready to close it he was still hoping.

The door finally closed itself and that's when Sora sat up in his bed to find the emptiness of the room looking back at him. He let himself fall back on his pillow, crawling himself into a foetus position, wanting the pain to go away, wanting his tears to stop falling from his eyes, wanting Riku to tell him everything was going to be okay. Wanting him to tell him how much he loved him and how they'd be together for ever.

 

The sun would be kissing his face before he finally realised that the nightmare he had landed himself into was very real and still ongoing.

 

 

The hot bowl of onion soup was slowly turning cold.

 

"You need to eat something, Sora." Kairi whispered, looking at her friend with a worried gaze. She threw her right arm over his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, but Sora didn't even move.

He was simply staring ahead of him, sitting with his legs pulled up against his body on the right couch in the lounge. From time to time there would be a tear that left one of his eyes or he would blink, but next to that the brunette didn't move and hadn't spoken a word.

Kairi stroked a few of his locks behind an ear, not knowing what she could do to help anymore. She looked up when she heard the front door open itself and Wakka, Leon and Cloud walked into the welcoming hall.

"Anything?"

Cloud shook his head, taking his black bonnet off. "It's not likely that he's left town. All his stuff is still here."

"And it was snowing pretty hard last night, he couldn't have gotten far." Leon added.

Wakka nodded and Kairi stood up to walk over to him with a worried face. "He still hasn't eaten?"

Kairi shook her head sadly. "He hasn't said a word either."

"Poor dude… Where is Riku, goddamnit…?" Wakka whispered, taking Kairi in his arms.

"I really hate to see him like this. I never thought this would happen." Kairi softy said.

Leon placed his arm around Cloud's shoulders and pulled him to him. Cloud placed his arms around Leon's waist while he looked at Sora sitting there in the lounge by himself, unmoving. "This is so sad…"

Leon pressed a kiss on his head and held him close. "We'll go search again later." He said, turning around to go walk up the stairs.

Cloud nodded and followed him close behind.

"Why would they have got broken up?" Kairi wondered, laying her head on Wakka's right shoulder. "I thought everything was okay between them…"

"I don't know, babe. I don't know…" Wakka whispered back.

Kairi sniffled a little and wiped away the starters of her tears out of her eyes. "I need to go make dinner."

Wakka nodded and followed her into the kitchen.

Another tear found its way down Sora's right cheek.

 

 

It was the loud howling of the wind that woke him up.

"Riku?"

"Shhh, it's just the wind, go back to sleep."

A comforting arm slid around his waist and he snuggled closer to him, enveloping himself in the fresh scent of his silken soft hair and soon finding sleep again.

The loud howling of the raging snowstorm outside woke him up again.

"Riku?"

Silence.

He slid his hand over the spot next to him and touched but the covers. There was no one lying beside him in the large bed. It had been but a dream.

The red digits of Riku's bedside clock indicated 11.37 pm.

Tired of feeling sad and lonely, Sora threw the covers off of him and got out of the bed; put his boots underneath the jeans he was still wearing and pulled a warm sweater over his shirt. He got out of his room and descended the stairs all the way to the main floor. The lounge and the dinner room were abandoned, everyone had gone to bed. He walked over to the small vestibule and took his winter coat from one of the many hooks on the wall and put it on. He then searched for Cloud's jacket and took out his car keys. With those in his hands, he re-entered the welcoming hall and took the door right from the stairs leading into the underground garage.

A few minutes later he was riding into the cold, dark night.

 

 

 

The silver tags in his hands shimmered as they caught the lights coming from the spots above him. He had been staring at them for a good half an hour now, as if the words inscribed on them would make his sorrow go away if he just kept staring at them long enough.

Sora had given him the necklace with the dog tags two years and a half ago, when they had just gotten together. A promise had been written on them, words of a young boy madly in love with him and who just didn't know better at the time.

"Heart troubles?"

Riku looked up, shaken out of his thoughts, his eyes falling on the bar tender, who refilled his glass of whiskey-peg. He tucked the tags back underneath his jacket and took the glass of whiskey. "It's all in the past now." He said and took a large sip of his drink to only wince at the strong alcoholic taste.

"Nasty break up?" The other guy asked, now drying a glass for beer with a towel.

Riku sighed, suddenly feeling extremely tired. He placed the tip of his fingers on his temples and rubbed softly, trying to stop the upcoming wave of migraine. "I almost wish it had been, so it would've been easier, but..." He sighed again and looked at the other guy.

"No break up is ever easy." He replied with a sympathetic smile, shrugging slightly.

For a minute there Riku thought he was hallucinating.

It was a striking resemblance.

"Hey, have you seen a ghost or something?" He chuckled, looking behind him curiously.

Riku simply watched him, taking in all the small details of this stranger who looked so much like Sora.

The same blue eyes, almost the same form of face and almost the same figure, only Sora was a tad shorter than him and was a brunette, whereas this guy was blond. Even the clothing style came near to Sora's. Baggy pants and close fitting tops.

"What is it?" He asked again, giving Riku a slightly amused smile.

Riku blinked and tore his face away from his. "What did you say your name was?"

He chuckled. "I didn't. But seen as how you're dying to know, it's Roxas."

Riku closed his eyes, cursing himself for letting his mind wander towards his ex again. He shuddered mentally at that. 'Ex' was such a final word.

Roxas pursed his lips as he looked at this beautiful stranger, feeling a wave of sympathy for him. Many people came to this bar late at night, many with problems of all sorts. This was just another one of those burned souls, he figured.

"So do you mind returning the favour?"

What? Oh. Riku forced a smile and turned to look at him again. "Riku. My name is Riku."

"Nice to meet you, Riku." Roxas politely greeted, placing the glass he was holding next to the other ones of its kind on the shelves behind him. "So when did you guys break up?"

"Last night." He answered, feeling like he needed someone to talk to. Slightly nodding at the fatality of it all, he continued, "We've know each other our whole lives, but we got together almost three years ago."

Roxas nodded in understanding. "What went wrong then?"

"It's just wasn't working anymore." Riku softly said, staring into his glass. "I was doing him more harm than good."

"Did he break up with you?"

"No, I think that was my doing." Riku said, raising his hand, pleading guilty.

"You didn't want to hurt him more."

Riku nodded and took another sip of his whiskey.

"What did he say?"

"At first he was angry." He whispered, biting his lower lip, a sad look coming on his face. "Then he just broke down, crying."

"He didn't want to let you go." Roxas whispered, leaning with his elbows on the bar while looking at him.

"But it was for his own good. I couldn't remain in a relationship where all I did was hurting the one I love?" Riku quietly spoke.

Roxas pursed his lips again; contemplating what Riku had said and gave him a demi-nod. "Yeah... true. But you must've done something good in your relationship if your boyfriend still wanted you to stay?"

"But it doesn't add up against the pain I've cause him." Riku stubbornly spoke.

"By the way you sound, it's almost like you're searching for a reason to justify what you did." Roxas said, with a questioning eyebrow.

Riku frowned at him. "What? I love Sora, but I won't keep hurting him."

"Okay." Roxas spoke, surrendering. "Yet you still love him, Riku. And Sora wants to be with you. I honestly don't even see where the problem between you two is."

Riku gave him a sceptical look. "So now what? You think you're a shrink now?" He turned his back to him and emptied his glass. "You sound like my brother."

"Well maybe your brother is right. The only problem I see right now, is you." Roxas said, shrugging. "You're so afraid of failing Sora that you won't even try and change the things you did wrong in the past. But instead, you went and just broke up with him, because of your own fears, not because you didn't want to hurt him. That was just a lame excuse."

Riku turned himself around again, not believing this guy. He wanted to reply to him, but Roxas had gone to the back of the bar to pick up some supplies. He grunted and got off his stool, leaving some money for the drink before getting out of the bar.

Afraid, yeah, right. He had just done what he thought had been right for both Sora and him; there was no point in continuing a relationship where Sora would only end up hurting.

Yet a small voice in the back of his head wondered if he hadn't caused Sora more pain by breaking up with him last night.

He shook his head, refusing the idea. Sora would be better off without him once he would realise that it was for the best.

But would he be alright? Would Sora be alright?

Riku sighed and closed his eyes as he now stood right in front of his car. They had known each other for over 19 years now. How could one just break off all contact with someone after such a large lapse of time together? Wouldn't such a relationship leave its imprint on their lives? On Sora's life? On his?

Would he be alright?

No.

He wouldn't.

He had barely slept all night, his thoughts still lingering on Sora as they had had all day. He couldn't think of anything else, of anyone else. He had been too proud to admit it to himself, too stubborn to see that he indeed could've got fixed things between them without having to end them. All he had had to do was...

Make an effort.

Do the changes he had promised Sora so many times before and work out their problems like they had in the past.

Maybe love wasn't all about fun and laughter, but it needed work, and Sora hadn't been supposed to make theirs subsist on his own in the first place.

He had given up.

He had made Sora strike two and their relationship strike three.

Sephiroth had been strike one.

"Shit...!" Riku cursed against himself, bringing his hands on his head. How could he have got done this? How could he ever have thought that he would be able to survive without Sora? How had he even gotten to that? Sora was his life, he couldn't live without him.

He jumped into his car immediately, driving back to the chalet in a hurry, hoping he wasn't too late.

 

 

Sora closed the door of the car and locked it.

This was the last bar he had to go check into tonight. The last bar before exiting Crystle via the interstate. His last chance to find Riku.

The wind was beating around his ears and he pulled his coat closer around him, looking at the big red neon lights on top of the building.

"Deep Dive"

Sora sighed and quickly entered, praying for Riku to be there.

The bar was almost rid of costumers; only a small group of older men were sitting in a corner, drinking their beverages and laughing loudly with each other. No sign of Riku again.

Feeling discouraged, Sora sat himself on one of the stools at the bar feeling another wave of sorrow threatening to wash over him.

"Riku please... where are you?" He softly whispered to himself, feeling himself getting tired now.

"What can I get you?" A friendly masculine voice asked him.

Sora raised his head from where it had been lying on his folded arms and looked at the proprietor of the voice.

A young guy with friendly blue eyes and short, spiky blond hair was standing there, waiting to receive his order.

Sora shook his head and friendly smiled at him. "I don't need anything, thank you."

"You look tired. Are you sure that I can't help?"

Sora's smile widened itself a little and he shook his head again. "I'm just going to go. The person I was looking for isn't here."

Sora got off the stool and prepared himself to exit, when the bar tender called him back again.

"What does he look like? Maybe he's been here today?"

Sora turned around, deciding to give it a shot. Even if he hadn't real high hopes for it. "He's tall and has hair the colour of silver that reaches just past his shoulders and blue-greenish eyes. His name is—"

"Riku." The other interrupted him with a smile.

Sora felt his heart light up and ran back to the bar. "Yes! Has he been here?"

"He has, not so long ago either. You must be Sora?"

The brunette nodded, feeling tears forming in his eyes. "Do you know where he is now?"

The other sadly shook his head. "No, I'm sorry."

Sora sighed in disappointment. "Okay, thank you anyways."

"I hope you find him." The bar tender called after him as he watched him exit. The door closed and he sighed sadly to himself. "What a shame."

"Yo Roxas! We're going to 'Oblivion' care to join us? You don't have any costumers anymore, so let's go." Said one of the guys that had been sitting in one of the corners of the bar with his friends. "So you can show me those dancing skills of yours." He added with a sly smile.

Roxas only gave him an uninterested look before returning to washing the remaining dirty glasses. "Not tonight, Axel. I got to close up."

The redhead stood up from his seat and his friends followed suit. "Well then I guess I'll have that cute ass of yours next time."

Roxas only rolled his eyes at the kiss Axel sent his way and was glad to see the small group leave.

 

 

Sora was bent over the driver's door of the car, trying to reorganise his thoughts. Where could Riku be? Where could he go look for him now?

He didn't notice the small group of 4 guys approaching him from behind. "Well, well. What do we have here?" One of them called out to him.

Sora turned, figuring that since there wasn't anyone left in the small parking lot than him that the question was to his address.

A guy with fiery red hair walked up to him, flanked by his three friends. He approached Sora and laid a hand on the car roof of the 4x4, obstructing Sora's way inside the car.

Sora took a step back and bumped into one of the other guys. He was encircled.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing?" The man standing behind him whispered in his ear, making cold sweat run down Sora's back.

"What do you want?" Sora asked, not liking the gazes he received from these men.

The one with the red hair laughed. "Just something to warm us up with…"

Sora could hear his heart drumming in his ears as they closed in on him. He didn't even get the chance to scream for help as a hand suddenly came to cover his mouth and another took hold of his wrists. He screamed as loudly as he could, but nothing but a mere murmur escaped from underneath the hand covering his lips. He trashed wildly around him, trying desperately to free himself from those hands holding him captive until he felt something cold, sharp and flat pressing against the skin of his throat.

"Make another move and you'll be breathing through the new hole I'll make in your throat."

He froze, eyes opened wide in terror, breath coming rapidly as ice cold fear grabbed hold of him now. Tears were stinging behind his eyes and his breath caught in his throat when, with a rough movement, he got bent over the cap of his car, his head hitting the black surface hard.

He couldn't move. Hands were running up and down his buttocks, feeling him up through the fabric of his denims, making him shudder in horror.

This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening… This was NOT happening!

Ragged breathing sounded in his ear as he felt a hand unbuckling and unzipping his pants. Sora shook his head frantically, sobbing and screaming at the top of his lungs now, but to no avail.

"I wonder if he's tight…" One of them hungrily spoke, making all others laugh darkly.

Sheer panic gripped Sora's heart as the tears blurred his vision and he gave a loud frightened cry.

Then, as by a miracle, the hand on his lips got removed and just as he was about to cry for help again, a piece of rolled up cloth got shoved into his mouth, nearly making him choke.

"Can't wait to fuck him, hurry up Axel!"

The one named Axel bent over Sora with a maniacal grin, sliding his right hand inside Sora's pants now and pulling him closer to his aroused member that was still concealed in his pants. "But our friend here needs to inspect our goods first now, doesn't he?"

The brunette's tears were running continuously over his cheeks, his breath coming in quick gasps now, his muffled whimpers barely audible in the cold, cold night. Axel's hands were skimming over his most intimate parts now, teasingly touching and squeezing while Sora felt the large bulge in his pants pressed firmly against his buttocks.

Sora lost all hope when he felt his pants and boxers slide down his legs, his butt now in open air, and a tongue lick his left jawbone lustfully. Then the pressure on his back got relieved and his heart stopped beating altogether as he heard the distinct sound of many zippers sliding open. He shut his eyes tightly, bracing himself for what was to come.

That's when two loud gunshots were heard in the middle of night.

 

 

To be continued…

 

-BDP-

 

 

 

 

 

 

- 10 -