Disclaimer: No ownage.
Warning: Multiple character death, AU, OOC.
Summary: - - and to him,she'snever looked more beautiful.
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Car Crash Heaven
It's kind of sick, he decides. He's kind of sick for thinking what he's thinking - what he's been thinking for the past fifteen minutes, five of which have been filled with flashing redblueredblue (neverending) lights. Sick thoughts of car crashes fill his handsome brunet head, and all his skyblue eyes see are the two cars colliding and creating sparks. His head is filled with car crashes - his glorious, stunning car crash.
It started with a fight that wasn't even his fault. She accused him of being distant, then of being unfaithful. So he pushed her into the car and began driving. He floored it onto the road, swerving and trying to talk as the speedometer went up (70, 80, 90, stop!). He told her about his thoughts, about being faithful, being honest, never looking at another girl. All she did was shriek at him to slow down and keep his eyes on the road. He turned to look at her and got in front of a semi, and she screamed as she leaned over and jerked the wheel, putting them back in their own lane.
He kept yelling at her and she kept yelling back, and he jumped up onto the curb going 95 and they flew into the air and all he could think was "thank god for seatbelts" as he laughed and she screamed and they hung in the air for seemingly an eternity.
And why couldn't they be in the air, he pondered in the split-second of an eternity they were hanging. Why couldn't they grow wings and flyflyfly away to a place that's better than this? He wished that they could and she wished they could land - and survive it. Her green eyes grew wide as the car finally moved toward the ground and another car came at them with matching speed. Silver hair, she thought. Riku was going to die with them.
Their car smashed into the pavement and tires screeched as Riku hit them head-on, and she thought (waytoolate) that she wasn't wearing a seatbelt. He watched as her chest hit the dashboard and her pretty brunette curls bashed through the windsheild. Fitting, he thought, because she had shattered his heart. He belatedly realized that Riku had hit them and flown through his own windshield, and as his head hit the steering wheel his blue eyes lost their light because-because-
he'd just killed his best friend.
It's Selphie's fault, he decides as blood runs down his face. The police are swarming, doctors are pulling him out of the car, and all he can think is it's allselphiesfault because she shouldn't have asked him how his day was, accused him of loving Kairi more than her because he doesn't, he swears - and really Riku blame Selphie, not him. Blame Selphie not him because it's her fault, allherfault, he can't live anymore.
He can't keep his eyes off the enchanting twisted metal of the bodies of their cars as he's handcuffed. Can't keep his eyes off the brainspattered windshield as he's put in the police cruiser. Can't look away from his mutilated girlfriend's dead emerald eyes because with the brainflecks and skulldust adorning her features, she's even more beautiful than she's ever been. And he still loves her.
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So then ending is kind of crappy, because I couldn't think of a way to end it. But here it is, tadaaa! And just so you know, I couldn't think of a title, which is why the title's kind of lame.
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-Rissa