The Cuts That Pierce Your Skin

Second chapter! YaY! Hope you like it! ^__^ Hee hee, sorry its so short. Gomen ne! -^__^-


The Cuts That Pierce Your Skin


Tears blurred his vision as he ran from his friend. He shouldn't have done any of that. The yelling, the cursing, the insults...the 'slap'. Oh God, the slap! He ran into his house and darted up the stairs to his bedroom, where he locked it securely, making sure no one could come in. A dry sob strangled its way past Riku's throat. He laid down on his bed and sobbed into his pillow, letting the tears soak into it, and letting his sobs echo through his room. He didn't care anymore. He had hurt his best friend. His 'best friend' for God's sake! Soon, the sobs and the tears ceased, encasing the room in total unbearable silence.

Riku sat up and pulled open his nightside drawer. When his hand came back into the moonlight, a small dagger glistened in the pale moonlight. He rolled up his sleeves and selected a spot that already had multiple scars that were just barely healing. The steel blade kissed his skin and bit into it as he pushed harder. Blood rolled off his arm and down his wrist, sliding in between his fingers, where tears of crimson fell to the hardwood floor below.

A few more cuts on that wrist, a few more deeper cuts than that on the right. His room spun around him and as he fell into unconscious slumber, his last remaining thoughts were of Sora, his best friend, who he had slapped and cursed at that night.

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When morning dawned, Riku sat up with a groan and reached his hand up to his face to cover his eyes and rub the sleess ass away. Last night came back to him after a few moments and he looked down in apathy at his cut up arms. The dried up rusty red still showed where the trails of blood had coursed their way down his arms. His floor and bed was covered in the impure substance and he glared at it before he stood up, stripped his sheets, and cleaned the floor with some cleaner that he had next to his bed. Then, taking a look at himself in the mirror, he stripped down and gathered the bloody clothes, before he wrapped all the cloth together and stuffed it in the farthest corner under his bed. As he glanced around his room one last time to make sure there was no blood anywhere, he stepped into his bathroom and got into the shower. The hot water poured down his bacd ovd over his chest. The scarlet rust soon came off with just a little soap. He sighed as he stepped out of the shower and walked into his room to find some clothes. When he found a suitable pair of pants and long sleeved shirt, he put them on quickly and padded out of his room, intent on going outside for a while.

He was highly surprised when he saw Sora sitting on the couch, staring up the stairs, waiting for him to come down all the way. Riku stood there with his hand on the rail, one foot on a lower step then his other, staring with wide eyes at his friend. Sora stood up and walked over to the stairway, stepping on the steps until he was right in front of Riku, the left foot on the step that Riku's right foot was. Riku could see a slight bruise over the spot that he had slapped, and he hated himself even more for that. As he was about to open his mouth to speak, Sora placed a finger over his lips to silence him before he grabbed Riku's shirt in his fists and slammed him against the wall. Riku was prepared for a punch or a kick or something but was shocked into speechlessness as Sora crushed his lips onto his own with a bruising force. He didn't even have any time for a reaction before Sora left his lips.

"Riku...I'm sorry about last night. It should have never happened. I shouldn't have yelled at you. But I did, and I’m sorry for that." Sora looked pleadingly into Riku's, causing Riku to come out of his daze. He barely heard what Sora said but he finally fitted it together. "Riku, please...forgive me."

All Riku could do was stare. Finally, the silver headed teen came out of his daze for the second time in the last five minutes. He lowered his head slightly and stared down at his socked feet. "Sora, it wasn't your fault. All you were trying to do was help me, and I’m sorry about slapping you last night. I went too far. I should have had a tighter hold on my emotions. I should have-"

"Riku! You have a right to show emotions too! And about the slap, I’ve been hit by you harder before!"

"But those were 'accidents', Sora! I 'meant' to hit you last night!" Riku didn't have time to say anything else as Sora's lips once again descended on his own. Sora's tongue lapped at his bottom lip and he hesitantly opened his mouth to allow Sora's tongue to explore his mouth. The brunet's hands trailed down Riku's waist and stopped on Riku's hips as Riku's arms wrapped around Sora's neck. The kiss became more passionate as the seconds or minutes passed by. Riku didn't know which one it was. He was so focused on Sora's warm lips that nothing mattered oue ofe of the kiss.

When they finally pulled away, they were both left breathless. Sora stared into Riku's eyes with such a passion that he was sure that he would bust. But he didn't and for that, Riku was glad. Riku felt his face grow hot and he knew in an instant that he was blushing. Sora smiled at him.

"Riku, I love you. I know this may not be the best time to say it, but I wanted to say it anyway. I want you to know, Riku. I want you to understand that I didn't mean to hurt you and that I didn't mean to neglect you. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but if you could find it in your heart to forgive me..."

"Sora...I forgive you. Just please, could we stop talking about last night?"

Sora nodded and for a few minutes everything was quiet. Until Sora leaned up and brushed his lips over Riku's. 'Those lips are so intoxicating' Sora thought as he deepened the kiss. Riku kissed him back and ran his hands down the other's body until they rested on Sora's chest. Sora's hands stayed where they were on Riku's hips. Soon, Sora left Riku's lips and trailed wet kisses down his neck. Riku couldn't help but moan in delight. He was so happy that Sora loved him. Sora pushed Riku towards his room and he quickly got the idea. Breaking the kiss, they both stumbled into the room, where Sora pushed Riku down on the bed and settled on his stomach. The kiss returned to full fervor and both boys moaned from the passion of it.

Clothing was soon removed and Sora, in his lust filled senses, didn't notice the cuts that adorned Riku's pale arms and Riku, who was lost in the pleasures that Sora was giving him, didn't realize that his secret, was now out.