inTOX!CAT!ON
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katraa

It was quiet. An unsettling and disquieting sort of silence. Wind gusted against the tan side of the expansive house, creating a repetitive striking sound. The transparent moonlight danced on the window panes, creating small shadows as it did such. The dark was light's shadow, after all, and it was befitting that the shadows cast themselves inside the house as the light remained outside. As protection, a barrier to keep the dark within. Aside from the translucent light from outside and the dark within, a melody arose from the silence. It sounded like that of an instrument, hit accordingly to make a melodious song emit. Keys. That was what was being hit. Keys of a piano, no doubt. The C chord chimed out into the silence before several other notes were hit, accompanying the harmony.

Sea green hues remained fixated on the ivory white keys beneath his nimble fingers that he was striking with such precision. Strands of silver fell elegantly down onto the swarthy face it covered, tickling the sensitive skin as it did such. Lips were twisted into a relaxed and unperturbed expression. Black sleeves came up to the male's wrists, gently reaching up to the exposure of his hand, brushing against the ivory keys beneath as it did such. Said black sleeves belonged to the black jacket he wore over a grey shirt, along with blue jeans. Casual wear, it was, nothing more and nothing less than casual wear.

Eyebrows rose in contemplation as fingers ceased their playing briefly. The melodic sound at once abruptly stopped also. A sigh surfaced from the tall teen's lips, falling into the stale air around him. The male's hand rose from the instrument he played. Said hand rose upward to rub his temples vigorously. It could be safe to say that the tall, silver-haired seen was suffering from a headache. Not being able to stand the throbbing any longer, the male arose from his seat at the piano. Socked feet hit the cold floor beneath him, producing a chilly feeling upon contact. Tired eyelids hovered over the fierce green eyes within the male's skull, as an evident sign of anguish.

Feet tread upon the cold wooden floor, sliding their way over to the exit; the door. Once there, the man gave quick flick of his wrist to the metal doorknob, resulting in the door pushing outward in an opening motion. Another yawn escaped the teen's lips as he made his descent down the hallway to the fifth door on the right. Upon arrival, the teen pushed the cracked door in, giving way to a large bathroom that obediently turned its lights on when someone entered. The bright light made the teen wince with an incoherent grumble.

The large bathroom was mostly outfitted in white ornate things, making it an eye-sore for those that loved vehement rooms. And tonight the light seemed to intensity on the white walls, making the teen hiss with discontent. Relentlessly, he extended his hand up to the mirror-medicine cabinet. The male opened it with ease and reached for an orange vial dubbed 'aspirin'. The teen took one out, placing the vial back where he found it, and continued to fill a cup of water to take with the pinkish-toned pill.

And one turned into two, which turned to five, which resulted in a dozen. Instant over-dose. The perfect excuse, the perfect accident. Not for death, but for a brief hiatus. And that was what the other was aiming for, for this innocent male.

- - - -

"Sora. Sora, guess what!"

Fatigued blue eyes glanced to the right, noticing an over-excited brunette girl bouncing beside him. Her neatly fixed pigtails bobbed back and forth, up and down as she jovially yanked at his arm. He had not gotten much sleep the night before, and thus was nullified to any reflexes and intelligent responses. Instead, the brunette boy stared questioningly at the girl, hoping she would read his body language and continue, as well as let go of her death grip on his arm. The girl complied, releasing her grip with ease. Her bright blue eyes stared down at equally deep azul eyes, before opening her mouth to rant on once more, this time a bit more informative.

"Did you know that Riku is in the hospital?"

Her voice dragged out the last word, making it quite annoying and lengthy. Sora, the brunette boy, gawked at the female, lips falling down into a grimace. The pain he had endured the night before began to flood once more into his veins. It flowed in his blood, striking every part of his body with a sharp, searing feeling, making him cringe from the pain. And all he could do was weakly nod at the girl, praying and begging with his eyes for her to drop the subject. He was not one for tragedies, and knew that he would never be.

"He over-dosed. I would have never thought Riku to do something like that!"

Her words were like venomous needles, injecting more pain into his bloodstream. Blue hues filled with sorrow and ache, trying his best not to break down right there. He was not strong enough to deal with the painful reality that his best friend had purposely over-dosed and tried to kill himself. Sora just was not cut out to handle something like it, it took too large of a toll on his jovial personality, making him a lifeless puppet. And now he just wanted her to shut her mouth, just this once, so he could sit her and wallow in his own anguish. It was his way of dealing with the reality.

"I heard that he is supposed to be out in a few days. But he'll need to go through counseling! Oh, Sora! Who would have thought!?"

She was being over-dramatic on purpose, Sora just knew. She overemphasized everything, whether it be bad, tragic, sad, exciting, good, or anything else in between. Selphie was just the drama queen, and that would never change. But right now, Sora wished there was a way to change that. Sora let his chin slide into the warmth of his palms, trying his best to forget the pain that was driving him insane. It was drilling a whole through his sanity, and he was not sure how long he could handle it. He needed to be by himself. Or perhaps actually go see Riku and visually see that his best friend since, ever, was all right and not dead due to something that stupid.

"Please… Selphie, can you just leave me alone for a bit?... I just need some time by myself." Sora attempted meekly, blue eyes gazing up at the yellow-cladded brunette, hoping she would sympathize with him. Sora was not sure if what he inquired was too much to ask for, but deep-down he hoped it was not.

He just never saw Riku as that kind of person. Never. Riku was rich, popular, everything. Riku would never want to kill himself. And what could he possibly want to kill himself over? Sora's stomach began to do flip-flops once more as he tightly shut his eyes to halt the progression of salty tears that desired to fall. Boys were not supposed to cry, no matter how weak they were. And Sora was going to stand by that saying no matter what. He wanted Selphie to go away so he would not let her see his tears.

"Oh, right." Selphie nodded, understanding by a stroke of luck. Her bouncy brown pigtails swished to the right as she turned her head back to Sora. "I'm going to go find Kairi. I want to see how she's doing. I mean, she did have the biggest crush on Riku." Selphie chimed and then bounced off, leaving Sora with another brutal blow to his sanity.

He already had known Kairi liked Riku, not him, but for someone to state it so bluntly and nonchalantly made him feel worse. No one ever liked him, and Riku was the only person that ever hugged him and was there for him other than his parents. Riku was the only person he could rely on, like a brother, and now that person was in the hospital. His hero, his idol, the person he looked up to, was in the hospital for overdosing. And it made him feel down-right horrible.

Realizing that Selphie had indeed left, Sora weakly swung himself off the park bench he had been sitting on for the past twenty minutes. Shoes hit the pavement of the park beneath him, echoing softly into the afternoon air. Questions rang through his mind freely. He had no control of his thoughts right now, and all he wanted was some time to make them go away. He wanted Riku back.

Did it hurt? To have over-dosed? Did his heart beat erratically? Did he feel any pain? Did he even think of him when he was trying to kill himself? Sora pouted at the trivial questions, letting his small hands fall over his eyes. He just could not take it. He had to cry. Crying would make everything better. He would get through this, and go back to being Sora. But right now he wanted to be someone else. He wanted to be that little boy who was allowed to cry when something happened that made you feel sad.

By now Sora had made his way out of the luscious green park, and down the crowded street of Twilight Town. He was headed home. Home to sleep some and perhaps look up the hospital's number to give Riku a call. That would help, surely it would. A small sigh passed Sora's chapped lips as he solemnly walked home, making sure not to bump into anyone as he made his way through the mazes of streets. And it took him around ten minutes to actually arrive at his doorstep on a side street.

And when he opened the door, expecting an empty house seeing his mother had to work over-time today down at the bank, and his father had to work the mechanic shop, he was quite surprised to see a familiar figure slumped on his coach, flipping through the channels of his television in boredom.

- - - -

"R-riku?!"

Sora's stammer was more of a distressful yell. Blue eyes clouded with held back tears as he stood there lifelessly at his front door, having closed it seconds before. This was not real. Was he going insane now, too? The brunette's body began to shake as emerald eyes turned in his direction, glancing at Sora innocently. Lips of Riku contorted into a smirk before his angelic body arose from its placement on the coach. Riku made his way over to the brunette, cocking his head to the side in inquiry before arms devilishly slid around his girlish waist.

And this was not Riku. Sora did not know it, but this was not Riku. It was not his imagination either. This was not Riku, nor his ghost, nor his spirit, or his soul. This was something else. This was a look-a-like… a clone. Something of that science fiction thing. Right now it would not make sense to Sora. Right now Riku was real, and the arms around his waist made his body feel like it was burning. When in fact, this was not Riku, this was Nisemono.

The whole thing was too complicated to explain in words, and it was safe just to say that he was created for the sole-purpose of destroying his 'true' form's life. The whole purpose was to get everyone to hate him, make them forget he even existed, and if he was there to impersonate him, it would work out wonderfully. Right now it sounded complex, insane, and hard to understand, but as time progressed it would clarify and the darkness would leak through.

"Hey, Sora."

There was an initial pause, as if he was trying to reach for the other's name. Which in all honesty he was. This boy, this boy was the teen's best friend, right? Sora. Green eyes, which were a shade darker than the real's, stared down into the clouded blue ones. He was crying. Right, he was supposed to be in the hospital for over-dosing. Oh the irony and cruelty of the truth.

"R-riku.. w-what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in the hospital! Y-you.. why did you do something that stupid!" It came out in a cracked sob as Sora's weak arms wrapped around 'Riku's' body, encircling him in a hug. Nisemono could only smirk at the boy in his arms, weeping and expressing his heart to what he thought was his best friend, when his best friend lay in a hospital bed.

"Mmm. They let me out early. They figured out that I didn't over-dose. The pills I took were rejects and contained too strong of a dose. I only took two, like prescribed." Green eyes shimmered with the lie, but faked honesty. "Don't cry over me, geez." And his voice was filled with more malice than his real self. He was far more abrasive, cruel, and aggressive, but that was something the boy did not need to know, and probably would not pick up on.

He was tricking, manipulating, and seducing him, after all.

"Riku." Sora repeated once more, sobbing uncontrobabbly at this point. Fingers nervously began to twirl strands of Nisemono's silvery hair upon themselves. "Please… don't ever do that again." The words were hard to understand, but Nisemono caught them with ease.

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."

And if Sora would have caught onto the lingering and emphasized last word, and the hidden dark smirk upon the other, he would have realized this was not his best friend at all. And perhaps he would have realized that friendship was not what would last long. Something else… something quite different was about to take place, whether he liked it or not.

And it all would make sense. Soon. Soon everything would be made clear, and the real fun will begin.

author's note:

pairings: riku x sora , some riku x namine, onesided kairi x sora and riku x kairi
warnings: language, suggestive themes, dark themes, yaoi, yaoi, yaoi.

nisemono is riku's clone from chain of memories, if you were confused. the pro. was made to be confusing and slightly... off. some things will be cleared up next chapter, so hold tight! yes, shoot me for starting a new story. haha.

this story will probably be upgraded to M later on. depends on how dark i want it to be. after all, so far it has been quite... dark. oh well. and yeah, graphic themes might come about. heh. hope you'll stick around to see what happens next. leave a review, pleaseee.