Nagori no Omoi

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Warning: This fic contains at least SHOUNEN-AI (guys kissin’ and cuddlin’) and possibly YAOI (explicit sex scenes between guys). And implied pedophile, could also be seen with implied SHOUJO-AI (girls kissin’ and cuddlin’)

Pairings (in alphabetically order): Axel X Roxas, Leon X Cloud, Riku X Sora, Tidus X Wakka X Tidus

Author’s Note: Here is the second chapter. Not much to say, this chapter is a lot of talk a ‘get to know you’ chap.

Happy Reading!
-Na

Nagori no Omoi

Memory 2: Memories?

Blue eyes scanned the now completely unpacked room; soon Sora would need to go to the weapons training room. There were to be two weeks before classes that would be for the single purpose of getting settled into the weapons club, and being that it was Monday the next thirteen days were mandatory attendance for the club.

Ken, or Roxas, or Sora’s clone/twin whoever that kid actually was, had never returned to the room the previous night. And Sora being the kind hearted person he was was worried. He was about to go searching through his roomate’s things hoping to find a contact number when his cell rang.

Looking at the number he smiled to see that it was Kairi from the heart of the island: Fate City, “Hey Kairi! How’s college?”

“Sora! Everything is great,” came the bubbly happy voice of his friend, “you’ll never guess what! I met this girl… I swear to god Sora, she is a blonde me! She is really cool too she’s a Wiccan and had lost her memory so she didn’t know her real name or anything. Then yesterday we ran into this pink haired fourth-year guy who called her his ‘hana no Naminé’ and she flipped and yelled at him calling him Marluxia and his girlfriend Larxene, about how she wouldn’t be pushed around by them anymore. Anyways she remembers everything now; her name is Naminé and her birthday is the exact same as mine. Isn’t that so weird?”

The brunette laughed, “Aa, that is odd, but actually my roommate is the same, a blonde me. He couldn’t remember anything and then the weapons teacher showed up and basically glomped him and said he didn’t remember either but he knew names and that he loved my roommate. Now that is weird.”

“You know what maybe it isn’t weird, but cool I mean already Naminé is my best girl friend, even better then Selphie and I. You have got to meet her, but not next weekend there is a campus party then… how about the weekend after that? Your friends and my friends will get together,” said the girl.

“Sounds good Kairi,” Sora nodded not even thinking he was on his cell phone, “so when do you start classes?”

“Next Monday, your lucky Sora you have two weeks before you have classes,” grumbled the island girl.

“Speaking of which, I have rigorous sword lessons today and I need to leave soon. Or Riku, he’ll kill me.”

“Ara, is this Riku cute? You should totally ask him out.”

Sora’s cheeks became flush, “Kairi! You don’t even know him, I don’t even know him. And why would you say something like that?”

The girl giggled, “Well with that male imaginary friend of yours I just assumed; but knowing you, you probably just never thought of anyone boy or girl. Anyways you need to go I’ll call you again soon, tell all the guys from Destiny I say hi, ja ne!”

“Ja ne Kairi see you in two weeks,” Sora hung up and then grabbed his Keyblade to head to the training hall on the fine Monday morning. On the way he thought of what Kairi had said, she was right he never liked anyone more then a friend, to say that he was attracted to either males or females. On the small island you grew up knowing everyone so yes he always thought the Kairi was pretty but so was Selphie, but Tidus had the island boy appeal (in more subdued amounts then Wakka), and Wakka was the older role model. He loved them all in a way, but not the attraction that Kairi suggested he held for the barely known Riku.

Entering the training room blue eyes met with glaring grey-blue eyes of the captain, “You’re late.”

The brown head lowered, as one large sneaker made a pattern on the floor, blue eyes peering through eyelashes and bangs, the first-year gained a few gasps and open appreciative looks, “I’m sorry, you see Kairi called. She says ‘hi’ by the way Selphie, she is coming in a couple weekends, and supposedly she found a blond-Kairi-look-a-like named Naminé.”

Selphie immediately jumped on the subject, “Ara, ara! Yuffie I showed you a picture of Kairi, now we have a blond Kairi clone too!”

“They should go out, Kairi and her clone would be cute together,” replied Yuffie, “But I would prefer to watch Sora make out with another guy.”

“I know what you mean Yuff but not Roxas, Axel would kill us although those two would be a hot sight,” added the hyper brunette.

The ninja nodded, “Yes, yes Cloudy and Leon too, you know I think Riku and Sora would be-“

“You two shut up,” growled the irate captain his knuckles on his Gunblade turning white.

Riku stepped forward, “Does anyone have manga preferably yaoi, here that could distract them?” once a couple books were tossed at the girls, Rriku glared at Selphie, “Goddamnit Selphie you’ve been this way since I admitted there were no good guys to date at Garden. Will you ever drop it?”

“Ara, ara Sora, Riku-kun!” added Selphie.

“Since Axel is more inclined to agree with the girls, I suppose I’ll start us off this year,” stated Demyx placing his Sitar loudly in front of the girls, “O-ke our rules are simple: Anyone who sustains serious injury, well you can’t since it would be the end of this club. We are suppose to have safety gear for sparring, we have three sets so if you are that scared use them-“

“Demyx, I should have told you but they were used in the shooting range when we ran out of targets,” cut in Leon.

The blond teacher frowned, “Never mind, so since we don’t have protective gear when people show up on one of the monitors cease fighting, or there is no club. Do we have any novices?”

Selphie looked up from the manga that had been thrown her way, “That’s Sora! But he was given to Riku already.”

The musician turned to the blushing brunette, before he drawled, “You’ve stated that before.”

“Iie Dem, this time she is legit’, Leon told me since Sora wants to master Keyblade that I was to teach him,” said Riku.

Turning his attention back to the little brunette he scanned the lithe form of a boy who probably hadn’t physically aged a day since his fifteenth birthday. Messy brown spikes and baggy clothes in his right hand a Keyblade, “You sure this kid is even old enough to be here?”

“Oi, I’m eighteen! And besides everyone says I look just like Roxas, and you have no problem with him!” exclaimed Sora with a pout.

A man wearing a long white trench coat with long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and covered with a black cowboy hat, in his hand he was carrying a large Rifle, “As much as we all love to hear you squabble, technically our allotted time is up, and some of us have other business to attend to. But if we are promised a Gunblade vs. Buster Sword tomorrow, I’m sure we’ll forgive you. I do think you nine need to discuss a few things, and that does include the silent blond. Now if you’ll excuse me ladies.” Tipping his hat at Selphie and Yuffie, with a wink the cowboy left, with the rest of the members, leaving only nine.

“He has a point I suppose,” said Cloud sitting Indian style on the throw mat, next to Yuffie, who was engrossed in a manga book like Selphie.

Joining them on the mat Leon stated, “So you agree to the match then?”

Cloud shrugged, “I can’t kill you right? But a little blood is all right, right?”

Brushing back a brown lock, Leon nodded and watched everyone else sit. The musician was the next to speak, “I guess I’ll be the first to admit that something odd is going on, but as I was saying before Irvine interrupted. I have no problem with Roxas because I know him… I think.”

“Besides Sora,” said Selphie putting her arm around the boy and giving him a calm sweet smile, “You two might look a lot like twins, but his hair although spiky is not as long or messy as yours.”

Pouting Sora huffed, “But Cloud’s hair is longer then mine.”

“Hai, but Cloud is 24, besides Roxas doesn’t pout,” added Yuffie.

“Roxas pouts, rather cutely might I add,” said the red head who was sitting a bit off from everyone else with a blushing first-year blond in his lap.

Leon shook his head, “Axel you have been rather quiet today.”

Green eyes glared at the younger man, “I was consoling Roxas since he cried himself to sleep before I could tell him all that I remembered.”

“You seem the type to jump into bed with a boy when he is vulnerable,” stated Cloud watching the angry fire burn in green eyes and the little blond grow redder in his lap.

Axel was about to retort, pulling a lighter from his pocket when his charge piped up, “Axel wouldn’t do that… although burn your hair off for that comment…”

“Dem you should have taken his lighters away before you came, you know how he gets when he loses his temper. Cloud you might want to apologize I did and there is still a hole in my favorite leather jacket,” added Riku quickly.

Strumming a few cords Demyx smirked, “Just watched they did this yesterday its amazing. Oi, Roxas we really can’t afford any fires right now.”

The blond sitting in the fire wielder’s lap nodded. Everyone watched as the black clad figure of Axel held a couple lit lighters glaring daggers at Cloud and smirking. Turning in the lap arms slipped about the red head’s neck, a blond head buried in the exposed neck. A few words were murmured from Roxas to Axel. The silver lighters closed audibly, the tense figure of member number eight relaxed as he took a deep breath.

Pulling back from the red head’s neck Roxas looked at the green eyes and leaned forward to place a simple kiss on the lips of the elder. Turning back towards everyone else he said, “You might not believe it but although my mind can’t remember him some other part of me can. We were talking earlier and we think that a majority of the people in the archipelago are connected to our memory loss.”

“Did he just calm down Axel’s fire? I’m imagining things right?” asked Riku staring wide eyed at the two duel-weapon wielders. Leon gave an affirmative grunt.

“As great as this all is, how am I still like a little kid?” pouted Sora.

Yuffie looked up at him, “You’re adorable, and so is that pout.”

“The persistence is pretty cute too,” added Riku.

“Look,” said Selphie pulling the brunette into a tight hug, “You remember Riku, right? Of course you do. Not too many people have imaginary friends that try to share paopu fruit with them when they’re fifteen.” Sora immediately became flush.

The silver haired boy blinked a few times looking at the flush boy, “Nani? I didn’t know him before yesterday!”

“Ara, I had forgotten that his name had been Riku too,” mumbled Sora.

The brown haired girl got up and started to rifle through her bag that was near the door, “I actually still have the picture Sora drew of him and his imaginary friend sitting by the paopu tree.”

Immediately the boy in question went pale and whined, “Selphie why?”

“I always keep photos of my island friends on me, I just have none of you that I like better then this drawing,” replied Selphie passing the picture around to the group of people.

Before Riku got a hold of it, the picture made it into Leon’s hands. He studied the childish drawing of the brunette and the silver haired boy sitting on an oddly bent tree. The siver haired figure was wearing a tight yellow and black mock-turtleneck tank top with straps that came from the back and crossed in the front. His pants were baggy and blue as well as having multiple straps, topped off with black leather gloves and wrist bands. Looking up into the sea-green eyes of his friend Leon sighed, “Didn’t you own this exact outfit?”

Wide eyed Riku snatched the drawing from his friend, scanning the picture quickly the grip on the paper tightened. Green eyes shot up, “You little stalker…”

“He couldn’t have stalked you Riku! Sora has never been off the island until now and you never went to Destiny!” exclaimed Selphie glaring at Riku and placing herself between the boys.

“But-“ growled the silver haired teen.

“Leave the kid alone, Riku,” stated Leon grey eyes piercing the younger boys rage, “I seem to remember, that you almost got kicked out of Balamb for your mental state. Don’t you remember your own imaginary friend and that imaginary island of yours? Now what was his name?”

Blushing deeply and looking at his lap Riku mumbled, “Sora,” suddenly his head snapped up green eyes glaring at grey a smirk on his lips, “what about you Leon and sleep talking about the boy that understood you?” the green gaze shifted to meet the stoic blue of Cloud’s, “the blue-eyed spiky blond haired boy you called Cloud in your dreams, Leon… I wonder if these two Cloud’s are one and the same.”

Leon growled but before he could speak Yuffie spoke, “Sugoi, Cloudy, if Leon’s name was really Squall than he would be the guy from your dreams that you told me about!”

Everyone was silent, a third of the group thinking the exact same astonishing thing. Coughing a little Selphie turned to Cloud, “This Squall in your dreams what was his full name?”

“Squall Leonhart, but because he wanted to forget his past he called himself Leon, kind of like how I no longer fight with the Buster Sword but with the First Tsurugi unless circumstances prove different. He fought with a Revolver model of the Gunblade,” replied the blond in a monotone; blue eyes fixed on grey.

“So,” uttered Axel after a pregnant silence, “Riku and Sora were each other’s imaginary friends. And Cloud and Leon dreamt about each other. This is all very strange.”

“Perhaps not,” answered Roxas, “perhaps they are just nagori no omoi- memories of the heart.”


Author’s Note: The next chap will be Cloud Leon centric with lots of sword play (of the non-sexual kind). Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. Please review no matter what.

-Na