Kind of like the rain, huh?
A month ago that kid with his bright hair and Sora's reflection showed up. A month ago you remembered how much you hate those clear blue eyes that made you feel like he was analyzing every move you made. A month ago he reminded you of just how much you had failed, and just how much he had beaten you. All in just two days this had happened. All just because he was there, and he was there because you had never really forgotten any of those things and because you wanted to see him again. You wanted to see him again, even though you knew you shouldn't feel that way.
He was Sora and Sora was your best friend. Sora was never more than your best friend and you never wanted the brunette to ever be more. You were already too close, there was no room for something like that to grow. You had long since outgrown your crush on the spiky haired boy with his sparkling blue eyes and childish features. Yes, you had definitely outgrown that by the time his Nobody separated from him
RikuRoxas Fanfic intro
The brunette cracked his eyes open a bit, looking between his eyelashes at a strip of the ceiling above his bed. Something was in the way a bit , though Something yellow, and all of a sudden Sora wasn't sure if he liked the color yellow anymore. He was scared for a moment, and then he was terrified. He could feel the warmth of another person. It wasn't direct, but it was definitely there. Yes, most definitely there was another person there. Terrified as he was, the Keyweilder's blue eyes snapped up to see a familiar face, though he couldn't pin a name to it, or to the reason it was familiar.
Who're you? his voice was shaky, but he was unmistakable sleepy. Sora wasn't the most active person when he first woke up. So his vision was a little blurred even now as he was trying to force down the lump in his throat.
You, the blonde replied vaguely, seeing no need
Things Went Wrong Part I
There were times when Riku questioned if some deity took pleasure in his suffering.
He sighed heavily, the names of the remaining students in class slowly dwindling as the instructor counted off. One, two, one, two, one, two. It was a routine well observed that semester, several weeks of the same thing, and always Riku knew exactly what he was destined for as he looked out the window and tried to imagine being there and not in his seat.
Were he outside he wouldnt feel that same gaze boring into the back of his skull, burning with or without intention. It remained a mystery to him as to whether he was actively resented or not and he didnt care to inquire. He just waited for the countdown to his demise, the same fate that always befell him. Invariably it would come and he sat there like a convict at the guillotine.
One, two. One, two.
Four less, it was coming slowly closer, taking its time for a proper dramatic entrance despite being expected, an overzealous actor in an unpop