【Recollections of the Past】

Chapter 1: An Awkward Reunion

“It’s been a really long day for you, so why don’t you go to bed first and we’ll talk tomorrow?” Suggested a tall brunette male as he ran his hand through his hair. “And if he isn’t asleep yet, then maybe you can say hi to him too... I’m sure he’ll be really surprised to see you.”

“Mmm... Goodnight Leon and thanks for everything.” He replied with a wink, before turning around and opening the wooden bedroom door.

The bedroom was quite complex comparing to the last student dormitory that Sora had recently lived in. There were two single beds, one on each side of the small bedroom. Seeing the lights were out already, he knew it signalled that his roommate was already fast asleep. 

Sora stared for a moment at the sleeping figure’s silhouette. His bare arms wrapped possessively around the single layer of blanket that sheltered his body from the cold, while his lengthy hair spilled acrossed his pillow and the sides of his face in thousands of silver strands. His hair looked simply stunning, as it glittered in the rays of moonlight that shone through the bedroom window. A thin chain necklace wrapped around the thinness of his throat, the silver cross pendant resting beside his face.

He was simply breath taking.

He was so beautiful to the point where staring at him can become intoxicating... well, at least for Sora it did. He was like a fallen angel, if that was a way to describe him. A small amount of heat began to rise on Sora’s cheeks as he continued to stare at the silver-haired boy.

Shaking his head to break out of his trance, the brunette carefully snuck over to the small empty bed on the right of the bedroom, placing his suitcase and other belongings onto the carpet. Unclicking the locks on his luggage, he grabbed his favourite white t-shirt and his black boxer shorts before turning back around to stare further at the young god lying on the bed opposite to him.

Tiptoeing to the door and carefully sliding it open, it revealed a hall that was adorned by nothing but darkness. Having a childish fear of the things that lurk in the dark had concluded that Sora should just stay in the room to get change instead of walking all the way to the bathroom.

Closing the door quickly, he turned around to the sleeping figure to make sure that Riku was still sound asleep, before quickly tugging off his long daggy jeans and pulling his oversized t-shirt over his head. He shuffled around alarmingly as he heard a small mumble slipped out of the silver-haired boy’s lips. Sora pulled on his boxer shorts and his t-shirt swiftly, just in case Riku wakes up anytime soon and find him half-naked.

Afterwards, he glanced over to the bed yet again, and found that the silver-haired boy was still slumbering peacefully. He quietly began to creep over to the side of his bed, eyes scanning the boy’s face, while he kneeled down onto the ground beside him.

‘So after all these years, we finally meet again.’ He thought, his hands leaning forward to brush against a single strand of silver hair away from the boy’s face. He quickly yet hesitantly pulled his wondering hands back as the boy groaned in response because of the soft contact on his face a moment before. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he sat down on the mattress with extreme care, the weight of his body slowly sinking into the bed.

He pressed his curious hands forward again, but this time, he placed it against the side of his head, letting his fingers play and gently stroke the soft silver tresses matted between his fingers. A familiar lop-sided smile appeared on the younger boy’s face as his hands continued to marvel at the softness of the locks underneath its touches.

‘He still the same... His hair is still so pretty after all these years and he is still such a heavy sleeper.’ He chuckled in his mind, amused that the boy still hasn’t woken up after all this time he was in the room.

He leaned forward vaguely, edging his face closer against the sleeping figure, until they were merely a few inches apart. Moving down gradually, he brushed his trembling lips against the delicate flesh of the silver-haired boy’s neck.

Wait... What was he doing? Should he be doing this?!

He was practically taking advantage of somebody who is completely vulnerable!

“This is wrong...”

Inside, he knew that his actions were not acceptable but his hands and his lips seemed to act on their own will and he had no control on their movement whatsoever...

Sliding the thin blanket from underneath of Riku’s arm, he pressed two fingers against the bare flesh, gliding it along the length of his arms until small goosebumps began to rise.

Wrong.

Sora’s hands began to tentatively move over the sleeping boy’s body, uncertain hands sliding up the boy’s shirt to rest flatly on his navel. Underneath his fingertips, he felt the contours of the rippled muscles on his stomach before running it delicately around the sensitive area around his bellybutton.

His mouth began to felt dry, his mouth parting slightly in order to breath. His heart thundered against his ribcage, a small layer of sweat covering his forehead and some other places of his body.

This is really really wrong.

He scowled at himself inside his mind, trying his best to resist further temptations to violate the silver-haired boy’s body. His face moved forward, a familiar heat was undeniably present, as he slipped into the crook of his neck. Teeth lashed out momentarily to bite the pounding pulse underneath its mercy.

‘Mmm...’ He thought, tongue sliding out for a brief moment to savour the sweat-matted skin underneath his mouth.

He’s so warm.

He pressed closer, his body wiggling against the bed in order for him to lie directly next to his sleeping victim, his free hand came loose and slide around the boy’s thin waist.

“Riku...” He whispered the boy’s name in a voice so hoarse that it was hardly audible, even during the dead quietness of the night. He repeated his name again, only this time, it sounded more like a soft purr rather then a whisper. Moving up slightly, he tugged softly at the small silver earring that pierced the left ear of the silver-haired boy.

Riku groaned, as he thought he had felt hands against his body, and a familiar voice that warmed his ear. His eyelids slowly flapped open from slumber, blinking a few times in order to see through the darkness of the room.

Something so warm, so gentle, was caressing him tenderly, holding him so close...

Teeth began to come in contact with his neck again, causing the silver-haired boy to groan again, the sensation causing deliciously wild desires to arise within him.

A sweet scent of cinnamon and sandalwood filled his nostrils with every breathe, causing him to fall into complete oblivion for a brief moment… That was until he realised that he wasn’t dreaming anymore, and that something was holding and touching him at the very moment.

He looked down and found spiky chestnut coloured hair pressing against his face. He pulled back in a moment of panic, pushing the brunette off of him before sitting up quickly.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He questioned, voice mixed with shock and frustration. He demanded a good explanation from the boy, and it better be reasonable.

“Wahh...! R...Riku...! Ouch!” The brunette squeaked as he rolled off the mattress and onto the floor. Picking himself up from the ground, he pulled his hand back to sooth the pain he had just felt on the back of his head. He slowly began to stand up, his eyes meeting with a glare that was currently located on the silver-haired boy’s face. “I...I’m really sorry, Riku... I swear, I wasn’t trying to do something to you...”

Riku slide his hand over to the bedside table, fingers blindly searching for the switch of the lamp. Flicking the light on, he realised that the offender was merely a young teenager, so he reached his hand over and helped the boy onto his bed. He leaned back against the metal frame of his bed, his eyes examining the boy’s details very closely.

‘That face, that hair and that scent... I could’ve swore that I’ve seen this person before.’ He thought, but his mind was unable to come up with a clear profile of the brunette sitting on his bed. He became rather frustrated...

Why couldn’t he remember anything that he wanted to?

“I’m really sorry, Riku... I really didn’t mean to scare you...” Sora repeated apologetically, head bowing in shame. “I’m just so glad that after 6 long years, we are finally reunited again.” He added with his usual goofy grin, arms opening to wrap around him. “I can’t believe we are even roommates! This is really exciting!”

“Woah... Wait a minute.” He pulled the brunette back from the embrace, his hand resting hard on his shoulders. “So you’re the new roommate that Cloud and Leon have been telling me about?”

“Uh-huh!” Sora replied cheerfully. “Surprise! I hope they didn’t give too much away about me being your new roommate and such...”

The silver-haired boy frowned, lips pressing together to form a straight line.

“But how is this suppose to be a surprise? I thought my new roommate would at least be my friend or somebody that I knew...” Riku ran a single hand through his hair before looking back at Sora’s confused expression.

“R...Riku? What’s wrong? Stop playing around, it’s me, Sora!” The brunette replied, his tone filled with fear and disappointment. “Riku, what is going on...?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me.” He replied gruffly, feeling slight annoyance inside. “I don’t even know you, so stop pretending like you are my best friend or something.”

“R...Riku? Are you being completely serious...? You seriously do not remember me?” His cheerfulness fell immediately, small tears threatening to evaporate at any given second.

“Tell me… W... who are you and why do you seem to know me so well...?” Riku pressed, looking meaningfully into Sora’s dispirited sapphire eyes.

And that was when Sora knew, making the trip to America just to have the chance to meet with his childhood friend again, might have meant nothing after all.

To Be Continued...