Author's Notes: Hey, I'm back with my second Kingdom Hearts oneshot. This one is really friggin' short. As you might know it's mainly a Riku/Roxas story, but there's Riku/Sora too, if you look carefully. Please read, review, and most importantly, enjoy!

Summary: He looked so much like Sora, but he was completely different.

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

"Are you Sora?"

Riku stares into piercing blue eyes covered by the shadow of a hood. He sees the corners of the other figure's lips quirk in a mock-grin and he knows that this isn't his friend.

"No."

The Not-Sora steps closer, still sporting that grin. He reaches up and slips off the hood he's hiding behind.

"Roxas."

Blonde hair is released from under the material, slicking up at one side and at the backs. Riku stares. Like Sora's… Sora's…

Then the Not-Sora – Roxas – reaches out and touches silver hair. "Hmm," he sighs, tilting his head a little bit to show confusion. "You… you look familiar," he says, letting go and stepping back.

"Riku," the silver-haired boy responds, pointing to himself.

"Riku…" the blonde repeats, eyes losing focus for a fraction of a second. "Riku…" he says again. The word feels familiar on his lips, but somehow completely wrong. "Riku." He closes those icy eyes (So much like Sora's) and nods to himself.

"I know you."

Riku takes a step back. Roxas has a deadly look on his face as he glares at the silver-haired boy. He rushes forward and pins Riku to the wall.

"Why are you so familiar?!"

Riku says nothing, but instead stares back into the eyes of his not-friend. The other presses forward, a hand moving to Riku's chest and pressing. "You have it."

"Yes."

Roxas leans forward, face inches from Riku's. Riku can see, feel, hear Sora in everything this Nobody did.

"Who does it beat for?" Roxas asked, expression softening. Sora's despaired look reaches Riku's eyes through Roxas's. Riku smiles.

"Who you used to be."

Roxas's lips twitch back up into that almost smile. "I see," he says, and leans in to touch those lips to Riku's. It feels somehow insistent in spite of the gentleness and uncertainty of the touch. The blonde pulls back and looks again into Riku's eyes.

"I see. So this is how I know you."

And he turns around to leave with one final glance.

"He remembers you."

And Riku is left alone again.