AN: Prompt number four - "suicide". I don't think there's any way to write this without being depressing, unfortunately. Here goes...
You were never meant to be the one who died, Sora. You were the hero, intended to defeat the enemy and live happily ever after. But we all know that life's a bitch, and reality is nothing like the stories. If it were, you and Kairi would be together; I, as the sidekick, would be either wounded or dead, and the light would always triumph over darkness. I guess one part is true – the light won, but only just. There's always the chance that we'll have to fight again.
I can't face all of that again, not without you, Sora. Your death had unexpected consequences, we all reacted in ways we never expected or intended. Kairi turned cold, opening her heart only, for some reason, to Axel. Roxas turned into a demon killing machine, partly to avenge you, I think. And partly because it was the only option he had. And me? Well, you'd say I'm taking the coward's way out, and maybe I am. But what is life without the one you love? Answer me that, if you can, Sora. As the water runs in the bath, I unwrap the blade I've just bought, and it glints, razor sharp, in the artificial lighting. Good. I know it'll do the job.
I step into the bathtub, not bothering to undress. What, after all, does it matter to me if my clothes get wet? I won't be here to care in a few minutes, after all.
…………………
A scream echoed through the house. Naminé rushed back down the stairs, in search of the friends with whom she'd arrived.
"Riku… in the bathroom… blood everywhere… dead…"
AN: Reviews are, as you'd expect, always appreciated.