The cold, soothing feel of the water as if splashed on his face.
The calm scent of burning incense near the doorway.
The dim lighting in the small private room.
Riku looked up from the faucet and glared at himself in the mirror.
He hadn't beaten all the Heartless in time, one had hurt a small girl.
He bit his lip, so hard it bled.
He didn't care though, People had called him a maschoist before...
Riku blamed the Organization of Nobodies for his warped self. He squeazed his eyes shut.
He thought of the Nobodies he had met, remembering one in particular, the only one who had come close enough to Riku to scare him...
And scar him.
He rubbed his arm, where Zexion had once grabbed a hold.
Shivering, the keyblader thought of the cold touch of the Schemer's gloved hand.
He heard his name, being whispered softly, mischeviously.
He felt the brisk breath behind him, speaking into his ear.
He could smell the scent of nothingness.
Riku whispered Zexion's name, only to have the all too familiar touch of the Nobodies hands on his shoulders.
Cold gray eyes stared at Riku in his refelction, Zexion was standing right behind him.
He turned, no one else was there besides himself... all alone...
Riku was alone in the private darkness of his home.
But it still felt like he was here.
Looming over his shoulder.
Surveying each step.
Reminding him of the darkness within himself.
He begged aloud to be left alone.
Hands slid around Riku's neck, making the boy tremble.
Zexion stood before Riku, close enough that you couldn't move and not have the other know.
Zexion grinned, and leaned inwards, to whisper a rhyme into Riku's ear.
"Lost in the shadows,
This poor young boy
Cannot play in the meadows,
with friends nor toy.
Lost himself...
This poor young boy,
all since he couldn't shelf
the emotion of joy.
He loathes himself
This poor young boy."
Curling his hands around clumps of silver hair, Zexion held Riku still.
"I pity you,"
Anger filled his concious, Riku tried not to show the Nobody that he was able to annoy him.
"You poor young boy."
Slipping away into the shadows, Zexion left his echoing voice for Riku to hear.
Pale, Riku slid down against a wall and stared up at the mirror above his sink.
His breaths were raspy, as Riku tried to regain compsure.
Zexion frightened him.
To an extent where whenever his name was mentioned, Riku would tremble.
The eerire feel stayed, haunting Riku until he could shake it away.
The Sixth's words repeated in his head, cycling around and around.
"I pity you... you poor young boy."
A final glance in the mirror, and Riku could still see, the lingering reflection, with Zexion right beside himself.