Well hello again, nice to see you! This time I came back with a SoRiku story. Yes, this one will be a little sad though. I hope you like it, if so I'll keep going.

To tell you, I was feeing a bit down, and a pop up showed on my computer. Then I got mad and an idea popped in my head. So here's a new story.

Summary: Riku was weird ever since his birth. His parents never knew how to help their son. The only way they helped Riku was by drugging him, and making him go to school after school. He never really cared, nor did he care for his life. He wanted to die, and if he couldn't do that he knew how to get things done. He sneaked out late at night, and partied as well. Did hard drugs and bought them by selling himself. Riku just never knew a certain brown haired student was watching him. Is Riku going to let him help? Or is the new friend going to throw in the towel?

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Kingdom Hearts (Or it would be sooo Yaoi-filled goodness)

A Shadow's Tears

Intro: The Beginning….

Many shadows can form many things in life, as do the many tears can fall from a person's face. There can be many ways to show your inner self, without truly showing it. In art, music or just your enternal dreams. There can be many memories that can fill a person's mind. Some lost and found. Some memories never to be found again. In this fantasy world you would call home, will never really be home to one. One lost soul, never to be recovered.

Riku sat in his empty room, alone once again. He stared and wondered why he was there in the first place, rather if it was on his free will. He didn't like being on them it made that room, too light for his taste. To the point, that's would he would think, he never really knew anymore. Most of the time he would forget where and when he was going or doing. He watched as the soft flecks of early winter fell onto the soft ground outside his shallow window. He smiled just a little at the small things that made him happy. It's not like there was anything else he had to live for.

The silver haired male turned and tired to concentrate to the falling angels outside his window. He didn't like that sound, that very sound of them coming for him. He held his head to stop his shivering, he wasn't bad this time. He didn't lash out, or break anything. He didn't cause mother to cry, he didn't do anything. He knew they were here for him. He could feel them. It never changed, every time he was being good and taking the pills. They would show up to check up on him. Like he was some sort of animal needing checkups in a zoo. Riku would know that they wouldn't be far behind his door.

It would start all over for him now, the yelling, the struggle, the pain and then the bright lights. Riku counted to ten as he heard his mother crying again. "I know, it's to make him better…" He turned away from the door after the checkups were done, nothing could help him now. After all, he was different, and sick child the eyes of his family. To him he had no family, he had nothing. He didn't laugh at things like he used too; he would just stay in that dark room and cry. He would cry for being different, and no one could ever help him. A sick person.

Day 1

Riku woke up in a cold sweat not being able to move. He didn't realize it was just his body reacting to the new found medicine they gave him. He groaned as he sat up looking at his hands. His eyelids low from his slumber and the late nights. He stretched his arms and legs not noticed the small dots and bruises he had on his pale body. They left him naked again, with nothing but a sheet to cover with. Riku didn't care anymore; the only thing that mattered was his drawings. Those drawings were the only real thing that loved him.

Finally getting up, Riku started to get dress in a black jacket which looked like a hoodie. He grabbed some black skinny jeans with a 'kill off' sweat shirt. The shirt was almost sleeveless and worn, and it matched with his red and dark blue back pack. He swung the backpack on his left shoulder and headed out the room door. Riku took a last glance at the room and made sure everything was either hidden or placed right before leaving his opal white room.

He didn't mind going down the stairs to the kitchen, where his 'loving' parents were. He walked passed his mother and grabbed a toast. Riku forgot all about those times where his mother would kiss him good morning. He didn't remind himself that his father would smile and pat him on the back. He only remembered when all of his pain and suffering started. The night where they figured he was different, and odd.

Riku walked out of the door, and started walking to his new school once again this year. This would have been this eigth school that he attended. He tossed the toast in a bush, on his way down the street. He paused and looked at the cars pass and wondered would it be okay for him just to leap in front of one. Thinking against it, he thought he should still have a chance of living even if he tried. Then, that wouldn't be good for him if his parents found out. They would want Riku to start some new medicine again.

He walked up to yet another school and sighed. The school was nice looking with their edged hedges and courtyards full of flowers. To Riku, it made him want to gag on a lighter. The platinum blonde started walking up the stairs and as soon as he got up there, the staring started too. He ignored them and walked towards the front office then up to a busy looking woman, deciding to have a seat. Riku watched as the crowd came and went as he sat there. He realy didn't like this school already, with them howing off their fancy trophies and plaques. He mentally growled at them shining all perfect like.

He waited until the woman was done and motioned him to come closer. Riku stood up and walked over towards her giving her a deadpanned look. She smiled softly and wrote down where and when he would need to be. He huffed at the paper and walked off, leaving a confused young woman.

The depressed teen walked up to his locker and did the combination for it. As soon as he had it open, a hand slammed it shut. Riku blinked and paused while looking at the now closed locker. He turned and looked at the person the hand was connected to. Riku's eyes suddenly turned a dark shade of aquamarine, more marine than aqua.

"Hay I heard you're the new school's freak…" Seifer announced as he smirked, knowing Riku must have had family issues by the way he looked and acted.

Riku didn't say anything; he wasn't in the mood for this shit really. He paused thinking to keep his anger down and suppressed. He wasn't willing to give up yet another school, just because he couldn't keep his 'other sides' in. Riku opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything more due to his back now up against the lockers. Seifer got pretty tired of waiting for Riku to answer him, being the non-patient type that he was.

Riku grinded his teeth and wanted to lash out until he saw brown spikes pulling on Seifer's arm yelling out, "Seifer no! Just leave him alone…" The little one yelled as his pleading eyes started to water. Seifer smirked and let Riku drop towards the ground with a loud thump. "Aww, Sora I was giving him my special school greeting…" Seifer said as he grabbed Sora around his waist giving the younger one a chaste kiss. Sora blushed and pushed his lover away replying, "Sure that's what you say, come on you're going to be late."

The young man looked at the one they said was Sora and watched as they left. He frowned when Sora turned back briefly only to look back at Riku with a small apologetic smile. Riku looked down and sighed. He reached for his stuff while hoping the damn bell wouldn't ring. Then, that's when it rung.

I knew I was going to be late, just my fucking luck... Riku said mentally though. To him, it was the same cycle over and over in he's mind. Finally reaching his room, Riku walked in and stared at the other students as they stared back at him. He looked at the teacher give his lesson and decided to sit in the back of the class. Even the teacher seemed to wonder why was he there, he just didn't feel like explaining.

Sora walked around the school wondering where the sliver haired boy went. He wasn't very happy about Seifer planning yet another fight. He didn't like it when he picked fights with the new kids. After all, they did nothing to him. He wondered would the new kid be okay. He didn't like seeing blood and fighting, but something about Seifer he liked. A rebel, or a badboy. Sora sighed as he retrieved his new stuff to go home. That's when he heard yelling and shouting. The brunet grabbed his stuff quickly and ran for the school doors towards the outside.

The brunet reached the back of the school still panting and worn out. He looked at the ring of people shouting and yelling, immediately running to the person on the ground shouting, "Seifer stop it!" The group groaned with the sudden interference. Seifer just laughed and looked at Sora. "Aww come on Sora, you know you like it when I'm bad…"

Sora glared at his boyfriend and looked back at a chocking Riku. He glanced back, spiky hair bouncing, "Seifer, if you continue you will never be my boyfriend ever again…" The crowd 'oohed' and started to look at Seifer. Seifer just huffed at the sudden comment, considering he couldn't get anything out of Sora as is. He turned his back towards him and sighed out, "Yeah, well just get that freak out of here." Sora ignored them and helped Riku up. They walked passed the others making their way towards the direction of Riku's home, with a little difficulty.

Sora made sure Riku was still breathing and had not passed out. A soft sound came from the one he was holding. "Why do…you like a guy…like him?" A weak Riku asked through sliver bangs. Sora blushed and sighed replying, "He saved me a long time ago, it's a long story." He continued to walk down the sidewalk with Riku around his arms. He glanced up ahead before asking the silver haired one, "Is your house this way?" Riku nodded not looking at Sora ever since the fight. The slightly shorter one frowned and bit his lip whispering out "I'm sorry for his behavior really…" The brunet stiffened up when he heard Riku huff at the comment retorting, "Yeah sure kid…" Sora pouted but let the comment pass for now.

After reaching Riku's home Sora placed him down in front of his house before asking, "Are you -"

"Yeah I'm fine now..." Riku quickly said as he seen his parents lights turn on. He wasn't going to hear the end of all of this. Sora frowned as he looked towards the ground. He watched as Riku got up and walked in to his house, hearing nothing at first right before the glass shattering. Sora jumped looking towards the house. He gathered his courage and ran to the window of the home. Suddenly, Sora's eyes got wide after seeing what was going on. Riku was already thrown up against a nearby wall with a thud by what seemed to be the father, yelling and making sure his fist was around his neck. Riku trying to get his father off throwing ghost punches. The mother crying while placing the right dosage in the needle, before sticking it in Riku's exposed neck. Sora watched as Riku slid to the floor limply like a torn and bruised doll. How could they do such a thing to their child? Why would they even think of such a thing? Sora turned his face towards the ground. He couldn't watch anymore, this was just too much for his soft heart. He closed his eyes tight and wiped his tears.

I'll try to help you…Riku…

Okay this was just an intro of what the story is going to be like. If you think it's a good enough story, then I'll continue it. Oh and yes Axel and Roxas are in here. I can't forget Akuroku not one bit, no no no….

REDONE! Yes I redo it just a little bit so people will understand what's going on. I did have some questions on what was going on and I thank you for your opinions everyone. Thank you for telling me, so I hope this is much better than the last thing I had up here. I will never write something while that sick ever again.

~:Riku-kun:~