Persona Non Grata

Hello everyone. School life has been hectic therefore; I have not been updating my story’s. As soon as summer break comes I should be able to get back onto a stable pace but for now, the best I can do are these irregular updates.



To clear-up a few facts in this story, please take note of the following:



1) To those who have been wondering why Sora's councilor suggested that he go see a psychiatrist instead of a speech therapist is because there is nothing wrong with Sora's vocals. His lack of speaking is due to a mental draw back caused by his shrouded past that will not be revealed until further along into the plot.



2) Regarding the way I describe the hospital, I know it does not seem very realistic, but this is FANFICTION. Therefore, if I want to have a pink pokadot elephant running around in a nurse’s uniform I can do so. (Not that I will of course)



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Last Time:



Riku entered his apartment, shut and locked the door behind him. His spacious apartment was draped in darkness just the way he liked it. Without bothering to turn on any lights, he made his way to his huge bathroom. He quickly stripped and turned the hot water on full blast. He stepped into his overly large shower closing the glass door behind him. The water stung at first but Riku needed that pain. Some new emotion was itching underneath his skin. Something raw and powerful. It scared him shitless. He scrubbed at his skin like a mad man. This new feeling was totally unacceptable. He didn't want it, nor did he think it was needed. A pair of blue eyes flashed in his mind. The itch under his skin intensified.



He got out of the shower slightly shaken. He quickly dried off and then walked naked into his room and slid under the covers. He prayed that the emptiness of sleep would wash away his insufferable itch. However, in the back of Riku's mind, he knew this was only the beginning. The question was, what exactly was it a beginning of? Only time had the answer.



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Persona Non Grata



Chapter: 3





Riku's weekend wasn't shaping up to be any better then Friday. The paperboy went on strike and refused to deliver any more newspapers to his house. He now had to pick up his newspaper from the store. His expensive black coffee pot maker was officially broken meaning he was now forced to venture outside to get his morning fix.



Some retard tried to steal his silver Porsche. They broke the drivers side window and scratched up the side door. Ironically, that was the first day Riku had to get up early to get his cup of coffee and newspaper at the local store. When he saw the guy he kicked his ass and when he was done venting some of his pent up anger, he called the police. The guy who had attempted to steal Riku's car had the nerve to cry to the police and say he wanted to press assault charges against him for bodily harm. Riku told the police that the guy was a junky and had an epileptic fit that had caused him to fall to the ground hence, the many bruises and bleeding cuts that now marred his body. The police took the guy away and that was the end of it.



Today wouldn't be any better for Riku. Why? Today was Monday. Riku was scheduled to have his first meeting with his quack doctor and group of misfits. He didn't know how he was going to survive today. It seemed the world was against Riku. He hated going to the store or even outside in general for the simple fact that he hates interaction with people. Now he was being forced to interact with a group of them. On top of that, he was now expected to have a doctor dissect his every sentence so he could figure out where Riku's "anger" problem came from.



After taking a shower, Riku got dressed. He put on a pair of dark faded blue jeans that were slightly tight on his ass but didn't cling to his legs. He pulled on a form fitting black shirt. He blow-dried his hair giving it a shiny and soft to touch look. To complete his looks he put on his Timberline boots. He grabbed his keys, locked the door, and made his way to his car. Thankfully, he had gotten it fixed.



The drive to his group meeting was thirty minutes by car from his house. That meant Riku would have to pick up another cup of coffee for the drive to keep his composure. He was already strung out and he wasn't even there yet.



Through the whole drive all Riku could think about were ways he could torture Cloud. The bastard was going to get what was coming to him. Arriving at the address that was jotted down on a piece of paper, Riku realized the group meetings were actually held in a cabin like home. It was surrounded by trees and a river could be heard rushing behind the house somewhere. The place looked quiet and peaceful. A stark contrast to the slightly busy city life he was use to. Riku felt a little less tense, which he guessed, was the desired affect of the place and atmosphere. With a heavy sigh Riku got out of his car. It was now or never.



Yes, Cloud will get what he deserves.



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Sora's morning wasn't any better. He woke up sore and in slight pain. He grabbed his bottle of painkillers and a glass of water off his nightstand while sitting up in bed. He took two little white pills from the bottle and downed them with the water. He placed the bottle of pills and empty glass back on the nightstand and swung his legs over the side of the bed.



If Sora had his way, he would stay in bed all day. Which was just how he had spent his entire weekend. The nurse, whom Sora found out was named Tiffa, checked up on him twice a day. She made sure he ate well and got rest. Thanks to her, Sora was feeling much better. Today however, put him in a shitty mood. Yes, today was Monday, which meant he was expected to attend his first anger management class. Just thinking about it pissed him off. There was no way of getting out of it. The nurse Tiffa even offered to give him a ride to and from the meetings. He was stuck between a wall and a hard place.



With a sigh, Sora stood up slowly. He needed to get ready now or he was going to be late. He marched to the bathroom and stripped himself of all his clothes He carefully unwrapped the gauze on his chest before stepping into the warm water. Sora kept his shower quick. Just as fast as he dried off and blow-dried his hair. In a rush he brushed his teeth and put deodorant on. He got dressed in red baggy cargo pants that had numerous pockets and chains. He completed his look with a tight black t-shirt. On the front of the shirt in red letter it read, "Warning, too much boy for a punk like you."



A knock came at the door. Sora grabbed his dorm room keys and opened the door.



"Ready to go Sora?" Tiffa the nurse asked with a smile.



Sora gave her a slight nod.



The drive wasn't really long. The cabin-like home was not what Sora was expecting to see. Sora thought the meetings were going to be held in some kind of hospital or office building. He was slightly relieved to see it was being held in a home.



"Sora, I will pick you as soon as your meeting is over. Please try your best." With that said, Tiffa patted Sora on the back for encouragement. "Oh, and let me write down my cell phone number so you can contact me. I know you don't talk but I'll know it's you just press a button when I come onto the line."



Sora took the number and got out of the car. He waved goodbye to Tiffa and watched her drive off. With another sigh, Sora turned around and walked towards the meetinghouse.

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Riku hesitated as he walked into the home-like office. His eyes darted around the entrance. The first room he walked into was a living room with a fireplace. There were big plush chairs of all shapes, colors and sizes. A lady was sitting behind a small reception desk while reading off a clipboard on her desk. Riku walked up to her and cleared his throat to get her attention. The lady looked up from shuffling some papers. As soon as her eyes landed on him, Riku could practically see her eyes turn heart shaped, drool leaking from her lips onto the record that lay on her desk.



'Great, another groupie,' Riku thought in disgust.



"I am here to see Dr. Dickerson. My name is Riku Papu." Riku had to keep a tight rein on his distain for the women. He already hated the place; detested every one in it and he had only been there two minutes.

"Umm...yeah, just a moment," the receptionist said. She looked down at her clipboard, marked something off, then stood up and told Riku to follow her.



Riku was led through a small kitchen, dinning room, and study. The cabin was quite large despite its small appearance out side. As Riku walked down a few hallways, he took notice of the many seashell knickknacks placed around the office like home. He was led into a tearoom, which was very spacious. There were huge sitting cushions of every color forming a circle. The psychiatrist sat on a big, pink pillow dressed in yellow pants and a white button-up shirt. There were already people there for the 'group' meeting occupying most of the other cushions in the circle. Riku couldn't help but glare at the occupants in the room as the receptionist informed the doctor who he was.



"Riku, please take a seat and join us. We are glad to have you. My name is Dr. Dickerson, but you can call me Dick," Dr. Dickerson said while waving his hand towards one of the two seats left indicating the choose one.



Riku already decided that he could never tolerate someone name "Dick." He would rather chew off his toenails and spit them at the quacks eyes. Riku took a seat and his eye immediately went to the seat across form his. He briefly wondered who was to suppose to be there. Who ever it was, he was one smart bastard for skipping out on the meeting.



Just when "Dr. Dick" was about to start the group meeting. Someone cleared their throat from the entrance of the room. All eyes went to the small noise.



Rikus eyes widened like saucers. Standing there, with big heavenly blue eyes, spiky hair, was the boy he knocked over at the hospital. The unknown emotion Riku felt before came back with a vengeance. The itch crawled up from the pit of his stomach up into his throat. When his eyes locked with the spiky haired boy, his insolated world cracked. Unknown emotions were hammering away at his defensive shields. He wanted to look away but he was drowning in a sea of blue and he couldn't tell which way was up. He was falling and he was falling fast.



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Sora walked into the cabin-like office sheepishly. He felt stupid for feeling afraid when there was nothing to fear. He looked around the parlor. No one seemed to be around. He made his way through the cabin. He could hear voices coming from some where near by. In the hallway he met up with the receptionist. She pointed him in the right direction.



When Sora walked into the tearoom, he became very nervous. There were already people sitting in a circle and their eyes were trained on him. That's when it happened. A single pair of eyes in the crowd burnt him to the core. When his blue eyes met with aqua green, he was blown away. Sora realized he was looking at the man that he fell on at the hospital.



Sora felt a rush of emotion from those smoking eyes. He couldn't explain the feeling jumping inside him. It was like falling through the ocean only to come out of the sky. It was like bungee jumping without a bungee cord, it was like jumping out of a plane without a parachute; it was terrifying but also exhilarating.



He had to literately pull his gaze away. The doctor maneuvered him to the only empty seat, which was across from Riku. The psychiatrist introduced himself as "Dr. Dick." As soon as Sora sat down he could feel aqua green eyes intensely staring at him. Sora lifted his had to stare at the man who has been haunting his dreams as of late. As soon as their eyes met, they looked away.



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Riku's attention was snapped away from those alluring blue eyes by the doctor calling for everyone’s attention. Riku was slightly slow for the small reprieve.



"Okay everyone. Can I have your attention please? The meeting has now begun. Some of you here are suffering from passive aggression while others have a physical aggression. Now, I would like for you all to introduce yourselves and state why you think you are here. You, on my right, please go first."



The guy sitting to the right of the doctor looked about twenty-five. He had hollowed sunken in cheeks and buckteeth. A disgusting pimple grew from the tip of his nose. He had a mole on his right cheek that had a hair protruding from it. When he spoke his voice was raspy like a cigarette junky.



"My name is Tom and I am here because I spat into a customers coffee."



Riku just stared at the disgusting being known as Tom. Horrid images of what people could be doing to his coffee made him sick to his stomach. Riku vowed he would buy a new coffee pot machine as soon as this meeting was over. Hell, he even promised himself he would read the directions this time so he wouldn't break the machine.



"How did that come to pass Tom?" Dr. Dick asked.



"Well I work at a coffee shop and everyday a women would come in in the morning and criticize my looks. One day she took it too far and in a fit of rage I spat in the coffee while making it. She drank it and never knew. Unfortunately I was caught on camera and got fired."



"Thank you for sharing that Tom. Next Please?" Dr Dick said reassuringly.



The next "guinea pig," as Riku now referred to them, was an over weight man in his thirties. He smelt of coffee and cigarettes. His hair was brown greasy. He wore a pair of glasses that had numerous scratches on the lens. His clothes were dingy and he had a few moth eaten holes in his shirt. He spoke slowly and annoyingly. As he talked, he had a tendency to constantly use his middle finger to push his sliding glasses from the tip of his nose to up to the bridge.



"My name is Jerry. I am here because I shit on my neighbors lawn."



"Why did you feel that you needed to do that?" Dr. Dick asked.



"Every morning when I go to get the newspaper off my front stairs, my neighbor lets his dog out and he watches his dog walk over to my front lawn and take a shit. I work hard to keep my lawns green and beautiful. I asked him many times to not let his dog shit on my lawn. Last week, I snapped. When he went out side to let his dog out, I whacked his dog with my newspaper. I walked over to his lawn, and right in front of him, I squatted down, took a shit and used his newspaper to wipe my ass."



"Okay. Moving on. Next please?" Dr. Dick seemed eager to move the derange conversation on.



Sitting beside Riku was a young women around the age of twenty-one. She wasn't ugly but she wasn't gorgeous either. She was what people would call plain. But plain in a sense that other people might find attractive. She had short reddish brown hair and brown eyes. She had light skin with a slight dusting of freckles on her face. She was thin but not too thin. She seemed meek. Hardly the kind of person you would find at one of these meetings, but then again, it takes all kinds.



"My name is Mindy. I am a junior in college and my college advisor said I should come here due to all the bulling I go through," Mindy said calmly.



"Now, why would someone want to bully you?" Dr. Dick asked. All eyes were trained on her.



Mindy remained quiet for a while. She kept fiddling with her fingers on her lap. It was obvious that she was nervous. Her pink tongue peaked out to wet her lips a few times. Her brown eyes were trained on her shoes. Finally she spoke up.



"I am a lesbian," came Mindy's quiet reply.



"Mindy, I want you to know that there is nothing wrong with taking interest with a member of the same sex," Dr. Dickerson said with a soothing voice.



Mindy gave a short nod with her head but didn't take her eyes off of her shoes.



Dr. Dick's attention was now directed at Riku. He gave Riku the "go ahead" look. Riku was far from ready to go all mushy. He would rather shoot fireballs from his eyes and burn Dr. Dick alive. After a few minutes of keeping quiet, Riku realized Dr. Dick had no intention of moving on until he heard something about him; Riku sighed and spoke with clipped sentences.



"My name is Riku Papu. I am a doctor at Taverse Town Hospital. I am twenty-one years old."



Every one continued to stare at Riku waiting for more information. Most were practically drooling for more information.



"Why do you think you are here Riku?" Dr. Dick prompted.



"I don't belong here," Riku replied just as strongly. Dr. Dick wrote something down on the page on his lap. All the while muttering something about denial.



"Riku, are you sure there is nothing you feel you need to tell us? What about work? Dr. Dick questioned. It was clear he knew why Riku was there. The hospital and judge mostly likely had informed him about the situation.



"I defended myself against my sexual depraved boss," Riku replied. His eyes could melt a rock.



"You boss is a man correct?" Dr. Dick asked.



"Yes," said Riku. His eyes narrowing dangerously.



"How do you feel about homosexuality?" Dr. Dick asked. Every now and then he marked something down in his notebook.



"It's disgusting." As soon as the words left his lips, Riku could feel a heated glare being thrown at him from across the room. He knew it was coming from the blue-eyed boy. What bothered Riku was that he felt a slight pinch in his chest from the glare. He couldn't bring himself to look into those heavenly blue eyes. That alone brought his nerves on edge.



"What if your boss was a woman?" Dr. Dick continued his questioning.



"Listen, no one touches me without my permission regardless of gender," Riku's voice was losing its carefree tone. He didn't like the direction the conversation was heading.



"So, in other words, you are saying you wouldn't mind your male boss touching you as long as he 'asked' you first? Dr. Dick said, his pen tapping against his notebook.



"Are you implying that I'm gay?" Riku asked with a glare.



"Are you?" The doctor asked. He didn't flinch a muscle as Riku glared at him.



"Do I look gay to you?" Riku asked. Turning his glare up a notch.



"The question is not how I see you, but how you see yourself. Have you ever thought you could be gay?" Dr. Dick said while jotting down more notes on his clipboard.



"I am not gay," Riku said. Aggravation lacing his voice.



"Hmm," the doctor murmured. "Sure you're not." It was obvious Dr. Dick didn't believe him, which pissed Riku off. "Moving on."



Two other people introduced themselves. One man was called Emitt. He was gay. Not some closet gay. He was a flaming, 'I wear pink', listen to Cher, gay. This man was blazing. The other was a closet gay name John. Both he and Emitt where a couple. They were being verbally abused at work for being one of 'those' kinds of people.



When it was Sora's turn, Riku couldn't help but let his eyes soak up Sora's profile. Riku disturbingly realized that the blue-eyed boy positively mesmerized him. He hated to admit that he was waiting in baited breath to hear the other speak. His whole being was solely focused on the spiky haired boy. Never in his life did he want to know another beings name then in this moment. Something deep inside, almost primal, began to scratch itself to the surface. An insufferable itch of emotion slithered along his skin. Dr. Dick interrupted Riku’s thoughts.



"Your form says that your name is Sora Destiny and you attend a local college. It also says you refuse to speak," Dr. Dick said. He looked at Sora as if waiting for an answer. Sora just looked away. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you viewed it, Sora's eyes locked with Riku's. His breath caught in his throat and his heart skipped a beat.



"Riku," Sora though. Sora found himself longing to say the name out loud.



Riku stared back at Sora unabashed. He couldn't bring himself to look away.



"Sora." The name passed through Riku's lips without him wanting to say it. In the dark depths of his core, a beckon of light was shinning through and it scared him. It shook him up and rattled his nerves.



Sora stopped breathing when he heard his name pass Riku's soft, plump lips. Some new feeling slammed against the walls of his heart like waves upon a sandy beach. He wanted to call out to Riku, he wanted to reach out and pull him close. This feeling was intoxicating. It drummed through his heart.



Although Sora couldn't say it out loud, he mouthed Riku's name. He could see Riku's eyes flash with need and something else.



The actions between the two did not go unnoticed by Dr. Dickerson. A plan started to form in the doctor’s mind. He took special interest between the two. With a smile he made up some excuse and left the room to make a little phone call to his old colleague who was now stationed up at Sora's college. It seemed him and Tiffa had some work a head of them.



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Riku left his first meeting feeling very confused. Before heading home he stopped at Black & Decker's to buy a new coffee pot. Upon arriving home, Riku threw out his old coffee pot machine and hooked up the new one. As promised, he read the directions on how to use the machine properly. Reading the fine print gave Riku a head ach. He headed to the bathroom to take a shower and hopefully clear his mind.



Hot water splashed over his toned body. Riku leaned forward until his forehead rested upon the cool tiles. A vision of blue eyes that belonged to a boy named Sora flashed in Riku's mind. A strange heat started to consume him. The muscles in his stomach clenched. His eyes squeezed shut. Riku knew what was happening to his body.



"No!" Riku hissed out in panic.



It was happening. His locked up sexual tension was slowly consuming him and before he could get a rein on it, it flared to life. To Riku's horror, his manhood was fully erect. The last time Riku suffered from an erection was when he first hit puberty. Tears escaped his tightly closed eyes and mingled with the hot water as his right hand grabbed hold of his stiff member. A wave of shame and disgust washed through him as he inexpertly stroked himself. He fumbled through the process of pleasuring ones self until a tremor racked his body and his seed was released. As soon as Riku recovered from his climax he threw up. He was completely sick to his stomach. A sorrowful cry retched through his throat.



Riku sank down to his knees. He sat in the shower until the hot water turned icy cold and even then he felt like he didn't have the strength to stand. With a will Riku didn't know he possessed, he turned the water off and got out of the shower. He walked to his bed and crawled under the covers. Sleep claimed Riku with open arms.



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Sora didn't talk (well in Sora's case; write) to Tiffa on their way back to the college. He watch the scenery pass by without really looking at it. A unknown tune played on the radio and Sora didn't really hear the lyrics. His mind was focused on Riku. A million questions flowed in his mind and he didn't have an answer to any of them.



Before Sora knew it, they were pulling into the parking lot at his college. Tiffa walked Sora to his dorm room. She explained that Sora's old roommate was removed and for the time being he would have the room to himself until they found a suitable replacement. They parted at the door and Sora walked into his room locking the door behind himself.



Sora tried to occupy his time by doing his homework. When he was done he started to read a book. A few hours later he dragged himself to the bathroom to take a shower. But no matter what Sora did his thoughts always rounded back to Riku.



Sora got our of the shower and dried himself off. He put on a fresh pair of boxers and crawled into bed. Sleep came shortly and Sora's dreams were centered on an aqua green eyed Riku.



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End chapter



TBC



Well there you have it. Another chapter, another day. Please review and let me know what you think!