A/N:
Sporky: Good day, and welcome to my first uploaded fanfiction. :D
Riku: I'm not in it.
Axel: Neither am I.
Sporky: Ah, uh, um, please, guys, don't be like that!!!
Riku: o-O Like what?
Axel: We're not doing anything, spaz.
Sporky: -pours hot chocolate on Axel- Geebers.
Riku: O-O MY HOT CHOCOLATE! -sob-
Sporky: Anyway, it's kinda angsty, in my opinion. XD So I put it under angst! Apologies if it's not angsty.

He blinked.

She walked down an empty white hallway, wearing her white dress, her pale skin only contrasted by her azure sandals.

As far as he could tell.

Of course, there were many things that were "as far as he could tell".

As far as he could tell, he was real.

...she thought herself not to be.

As far as he could tell, his memories were his, and no one elses.

...she thought herself to blame.

As far as he could tell, she had done nothing wrong.

...she thought the exact opposite.

As far as he could tell, he was real.

As far as he could tell, she was real.

So why do they keep saying "Nobody", "nothing", "nonexistant" over and over? Why does he have the memories if they're not his? Why do they act as though he really is nothing?

He stood up.

Her footsteps ceased, but she failed to turn around. He waited a moment, and walked over, boots tmp­-ing on the white floor.

"Namine?" his voice seemed unreal in the empty hallway. Empty in so many ways.

She turned around. "Oh," she said, faux-cheer dripping in her voice. "Riku."

Something tugged in the empty space that occupied his chest when she said that. He questioned why. After all, as far as he could tell, that was his name.

So, if he was "nothing", why were they naming him?

"Namine," he began, feeling color rush to his face. If he was nothing, why was he feeling warm?

She cocked her head slightly to the left. She's so cute, he thought. He swallowed.

"If...even if, in the end, none of this is real..." he was close enough, now, to touch her hand, as he did. It was icy, like a corpse, though her face was flushed. The two didn't add up.

"...will you still love me?"

"...love?" she repeated. Riku let go of her hand subconsiously.

He saw it in her eyes.

"Love" didn't apply to him.

And he realized it. Then, and there, he realized it.

His memories were not his, and she was to blame.

She had done something, she knew she had done something.

He was not real. Nor she.

She was stepping away now, slowly. Her snow-white body, only accompanied by the azure sandals, was leaving, and not returning. Not for him, anyway.

He had seen it in her eyes. He had seen that things reached far beyond what he could tell.

Her body, blank as the canvases she colored, was not only contrasted by the azure sandals.

Her eyes, so azure, so blue, so pure.

So seeped in sin.

As far as he could tell.