a/n: This is the textification (totally a word) of an rp between myself and my Roxas. I am Riku, so this is in Riku's POV. I did my best to convey a sense of the surroundings without sight, since Riku wears a blindfold. I apologise for random tangents that Riku goes off on.

…why did I write this. I don't even like RikuRoku. Fffff.

Anyway, KH is not mine. This scene is an alternate ending to Riku and Roxas's fight in the Dark City, in one of the last cutscenes in KH 358/2 Days.

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Above them, the rain poured down.

Riku gritted his teeth as Oathkeeper crashed against Oblivion, forcing him back a couple steps. He disengaged from the block, swinging around to strike once more at the foe he could not see.

Roxas dodged—Riku felt only empty air hit Oblivion and he staggered a little. Keyblades were terribly unwieldy. What idiot designed them, anyways?

His ears pricked up at the iwhoosh/i as Roxas swung Oathkeeper. Riku dodged and returned the strike, listening for the splashes of his enemy's footfalls. He missed again—and gasped and fell to his knees as Oathkeeper collided with his back.

Riku knew that his blindfold gave him a huge disadvantage in a fight. Sometimes, he would wonder why he kept it on, and his hands would go to remove it…

And then he would remember why, and his hands would fall away. It was unacceptable to let Ansem out, even at the expense of one of Riku's senses.

"Come on," Riku gasped, feeling the rough pavement even through his gloves. "I thought you were stronger than that."

"Get real," said Roxas, and Riku could hear the smirk in his voice. "Look which one of us is winning."

Under the blindfold, Riku's eyes widened in shock. Sora…those words had been the exact same ones as the ones he'd said long ago, that time…

Riku scrambled to his feet, holding Oblivion ready. He wouldn't let words distract him!

There was a clang of metal against pavement and Riku half-frowned in confusion. What…? Did Roxas just drop Oathkeeper? Why…?

Then Riku felt Roxas pushing him backwards and felt the heat of his body, even through their cloaks. He pushed back, not giving in so easily. Oblivion joined its twin on the pavement in another clang.

"Dammit," Roxas hissed, and then Riku felt Roxas tug him down by his collar until they were face to face; Riku could feel Roxas's breath hot against his nose and mouth. And then—

Riku puzzled over the pressure on his lips—surely Roxas wouldn't kiss him? They had been fighting not thirty seconds before.

Roxas huffed in frustration and Riku felt teeth in his lower lip. He winced in pain and grabbed Roxas by the shoulders, intending to push him away. Instead, his own hands betrayed him, tugging the Nobody closer as his lips parted.

Roxas was not gentle with his kisses, nipping Riku's lips and tongue harshly and running his own tongue along the edge of Riku's teeth. He pushed Riku back until the taller boy felt his back collide with one of the buildings lining the square they had so recently been fighting in.

Half of Riku was protesting loudly This wasn't Sora, and Sora was the only one, forever, and there would never be anyone else. The other half insisted that Roxas was close enough—he practically was Sora, right? There wasn't that much difference between a Nobody and a Somebody…right?

Roxas pulled away and Riku gasped for breath. At some point, Roxas had pinned his hands to the wall, but Riku hadn't really noticed. Roxas let go now, allowing Riku's hands to fall to his sides.

Riku heard soft splashes, each more distant than the last—Roxas was walking away. "Sora—" he called automatically, too confused and disoriented to think of the right name.

The splashes paused. "I'm not Sora," Roxas said flatly, then the splashes resumed.

Riku slid down the wall to its base and tilted his face towards the sky.

Above them, the rain poured down.