Title: Sympathy is Flawed
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Rating: R
Challenge: After Glow
Disclaimer: KH belongs to Square Enix and Disney.
"Riku comes a knockin'"
It's been hours since he knocked on the door of my ratty apartment, asking for company. I shouldn't have let him in since it violated rule number one of my life (never let in anyone clingy and sentimental), but the way he was looking at me, so sad and lost, it reminded me of myself before the streets had hardened me. So, like the big softie that I am, I let him in.
I should have known that there was some sort of motive to his coming to my place so late at night. His name was Riku, tall and brilliant, the child of a president of a famous shampoo company, and I had only met him once before at the bar by school, during a cold spring night. He came after me then, first asking to sit at the empty chair next to mine, then spilling his life story over his cup of coffee (and my fifth bottle of beer). Rich kids were such attention whores: to anyone who seemed available, they'll drown you in their life woes of money, sex, and stone-faced parents.
How he got my address, I have no fucking clue. I thought I was in for another lengthy talk, full of angst-ridden childhood trauma stories, but this time, Riku asked for just a place to stay. Apparently his dorm room was filled with drunk rich kids and he had nowhere else to go. I let him stay, but only because I still had some human emotion within me.
One drink led to silence, and that silence led to a frenzy battle of lip locking and roaming hands. Though it's been hours since he left, I can still feel him. The oil slicked fingers; the irresistible kisses that trailed hotly down his spine as my lips danced along his skin. It was one of those sympathetic one-night-stands, the ones that always leave me feeling so disgusted.
The old and rusted ceiling fan cries as it slowly spins, the lamp's dim broken light stares at me, mocking at me for doing it again. His eyes seem to harbor such sadness, how could I not take him then? I had thought I was doing him a favor, by taking away some of the troubling thoughts that were prodding his mind, but then why did my act of kindness leave me feeling so dirty?
I get up and walk over to my bathroom, with the broken sink faucets and lack of hot water in the age-old pipes. The coldness bites me as the water drenches all over my lithe body, washing away his spicy scent, washing away the loathsome reminder of his presence.
When I close my eyes and let the chilling water douse all over me, I can still see his body toppling over me. And that fading image of him laying on my bed in the most grotesque manner, his mouth panting and his eyes still crying. I left him for only a minute, just to get a bottle of beer, but when I came back, he was gone, as quickly as he came.
My fingers rub harder against my skin until I'm sure that the towel has wiped my skin raw. Everything looks normal; there were no indications that Riku had been here at all. But when I close my eyes, I can still hear himcalling outmy name (in that falsetto that pulled at my heartstrings!). And no matter how hard the water beats on me, it can never wash away that image of him looking down at me, with the saddest of eyes.
Notes- I've revised this again. This time, I think I chopped off over a paragraph. As always, email me if you want the unedited version. This won't be continued. Thanks for reading!