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Summery: Jealousy, Love, Misunderstandings, Death… Must life really be so dramatic? Must love be so complicated?

A/n: This is the result of me in art class having a bad day… Just kidding! I wasn't having a bad day! I was just bored and thinking of tragic stories I've read and noticed I've never written one myself. So I was way too eager to write one so this may or may not seem so tragic so don't kill me… this is my first tragedy story! Based on the Riku/Kairi/Sora triangle with a mini twist at the end. Just a one-shot though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts at all.

I. Why?

Riku's POV

I'm back. Here at Destiny Islands. I'm sure Kairi would be glad to see me, but probably more to see Sora. I hate it. I've always been better at everything than him. Except for the most important thing.

Love.

He's always bested me at that. He has Kairi and I have… nothing. I'm filled with anger, or is it jealousy? Whatever it is, I've decided to let it speak for itself. It controls me today.

I'm not surprised to where it lead me. Sora's house. I'm clueless to what I'm doing now but whatever it is I do, it won't matter. I've planned everything out. I saw him invite me in when I knocked on his door.

This is perfect.

His parents aren't home and Kairi isn't here like I thought she would be. I'm going to have to do this fast. When he turned around to lead me up the stairs, I thrust my keyblade, Way to Dawn, where I thought his heart would be.

Funny. He almost lost his heart once and now he's going to lose it again, permanently. And once again, Kairi's the reason. I watched his body hit the floor and a small puddle of crimson blood surrounded him.

Blood.

It is so pure, yet so disgusted. I saw his eyes open slowly and his mouth only uttered one heart-breaking word.

Why.

My heart is already broken. No guilt, shame, or even love could possibly change that. His eyes closed and his chest stopped moving.

He's dead. Yet I don't feel any better. I know that where he's going, Kairi would sooner or later join him and once again I would be left behind. I knew this though, my… jealousy… was telling me to do this. But I know that even if I don't get blamed for this, Kairi will still never be mine.

Like I said, it's already thought out in my mind.

I simply walked out the front door, leaving the corpse in my wake. I made my way to the place to complete my plan. The papou tree. On my way I saw Kairi heading toward Soras' house. I didn't feel guilt. I said only two meaningless words before walking away.

I'm sorry.

She gave me a weird look before it formed a smile and she walked away. Probably her last genuine smile. When I arrived at the papou tree I took one glance to the sunset, soon the sun would disappear and then rise again at dawn.

I summoned my weapon which has already absorbed much pain and stabbed my own heart. As I was falling to the ground I heard someone scream. Kairi found Sora's body I guess. Everything started to go black and I was left with one thought.

I wonder if I'm good enough to go to Hell.

Everything was now black and I suppose I died…

2 Weeks Later- Kairi's POV

I don't understand. One day we're all laughing and enjoying each other's company and the next I'm standing next to my one true love's grave. I'm broken. My best friends died in a freak misunderstanding. I heard from the police that were sent to retrieve the bodies after I reported this that they both died from a murderer.

But I'm not stupid.

I know what happened. Riku killed Sora, then commited suicide. I just… don't know what to think anymore. But I know one thing. If I want to be where the boy I love is, then I'll have to do what he did.

Wait for me… Riku.