When Did Your Heart Go Missing?
The shiny silver alarm clock on the coffee table click from 3:12 to 3:13, and Riku sighed. He looked around.
Sora was on the ugly purple couch with Kairi in his arms, a patchwork quilt draped over the both of them all snuggled up together with Sora mumbling something incoherent in his sleep about rabbits or something or other, and Kairi sleeping quietly and peacefully with her head on his chest.
Riku just stared at them with tired, half closed azure eyes from across the room, to awake to sleep, but too tired to stay awake. With the moon coming through the big picture window, it made everything seem eerie and shadowy and grayish blue like a dream he would have had, had he been sleeping.
Sora and Kairi had been in love ever since Sora had shown up in The World That Never Was, and damn Riku was sure of that. The way he looked at her, and the way he held her, and the way he spoke to her was different than before. He kind of always knew they'd end up together; it was painfully obvious they liked each other, even when they were younger. Riku was the one that kind of just tagged along nowadays while they walked and their hands only happened to brush, and then they'd both get that sickeningly sweet look in their eyes and stare at each other.
Riku bobs his head up and down in the eerie dream-like moonlight and swishes his bangs out of his face with his hand. He leans against the wall all bored and tired of puppy love and wishes he could block out the silly romantic scene before him, but every time he closes his eyes it pops back up and he can't keep them closed any longer.
Maybe it was wrong to think that after he rescued from the darkness like Sora said, that just maybe they'd pay a little more attention to him, and not each other, or maybe spend a little more time with him and not each other.
And sitting on the floor in the silver moonlight, he hears another click and looks back at the clock to see it changed from 3:13 to 3:16, and he doesn't really wonder how it happened, since he'd been spaced out and staring at the happy couple across the room from him.
It didn't surprise him to think that maybe he was obsessing about all this, and that all this was a cliché, which he wasn't surprised at either.
The valiant hero gets the pretty girl that somehow always seems to be in danger. The best friend winds up with the other best friend.
A whole big cliché.
And what part did Riku have to play in this whole charade? Of course, he'd have to play the other best friend who is just so damn happy for the both of them, that says they're so damn perfect for each other.
All this is… is just cute, boring, predictable love.
He runs a hand through his long pale blue hair, which looks like it's sparkling or something in the pale light, and hits the back of his head against the wall quietly. He thinks to himself that he doesn't want to be another cliché in this story. It's not that he hates them, it's that he hates what they are now.
Riku won't be that best friend because Riku doesn't like fairy-tale endings.
He stands up in the silvery light, and he quietly makes his way to the front door, where his shoes are. He pushes his foot into one, then the other, and he slips out of the front door.
At 3:19 in the morning, Riku is gone.
He's done with being ignored.
He's done with being forgotten.
He walks down the street, hearing only his footsteps and his breathing, and he's positive they won't miss him. They're happy in their own cliché.
They're happier with each other.
When the sun comes up at six something in the morning, Riku has completely disappeared from the island.
fin.Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Also, the title is stolen from the song of the same name by Rooney.