Riku was no fool, nor was he blind or careless or callous. At least not when it came to Sora. Even if he wanted to be, somehow he knew at the very least he owed Sora his affections.
He saw the dying light in the younger boy's eyes before anyone else did, if they did at all. He recognized the vacancy in cerulean eyes that came after every joke and bit of quarter-hearted laughter before any of the others knew a name to call it by. Sometimes he felt as though he was the only one that mourned the death of bright, blue, endless, hopeless, gorgeous eyes as he watched Sora's arms fidget behind his head, smile disintegrating and eyes slowly rolling farther away from Riku's face.
Farther and farther away, less and less bright. These things Sora was slowly becoming.
Riku had even watched his friend fast asleep, dying cries of his name pressed into Sora's lips, a violently shaking ball of sweat and need and pain.
In times like those he was fearful, terribly fearful. And in his fear he would sit on the edge of the bed, at first only a ghost of his hand wandering over Sora's body, then he would press his cool palm into Sora's burning chest as hard as possible without hurting. He was afraid that if he didn't Sora's heart might explode.
He was afraid that if he didn't his own heart might explode.
One twilight in the absence of Kairi and onslought of silence, Riku watched out of the corner of his eye Sora following her with his own down the emptying beach.
"Hey, Riku..,"He said quietly,"Sometimes.. I forget this is real."
Riku's head turned towards him, afraid to look directly into his face, as he pushed off of the Paopu tree and stood straight infront of him.
"Sometimes.. I'm afraid I'm going to wake up and you'll be gone again. I can't take it,"He said and looked up at Riku with desperate eyes and clenched fists. Riku felt himself physically wince at the guilt of his weakness.
He found Sora's hands clutching and ripping at the fabric of his shirt.
"I looked for you. I looked everywhere!" It wasn't even a scream, it was an incoherent, screeching, neverending stream of the words I looked for you. If there was anyone left on the island they would have turned their head towards the two tangled boys in curiosity.
Riku found his own hands knotted into the shorter boy's thick, multidirectional hair before he realized.
Then he found his face closer to the shorter boy's than he realized. Their stomachs twisted and the cries stopped, replaced by a gasp that was really a moan with Riku's name underneath it.
"I destroyed every shadow.. to bring you back to the light," It was a sensual moan-string of words whispered without thought against Riku's lips.
His eyes popped open. He found that Sora's were unusually bright.
I swear I didn't mean for there to be so much angst, I don't even read this kinda stuff usually. In fact, the whole story went in the opposite direction. Riku was supposed to accidentally wake Sora up one of those nights and Sora freaks out. Oh well, I think this one's better.