DISCLAIMER

I do NOT own any of the Kingdom Hearts I & II rights.

Warning: Yaoi, SoraRiku, AkuRoku, Zemyx, CloudLeon, XemSai, language, dark, angst below.

Warning: CONTAINS 18+ MATURE CONTENT!! STOP HERE AND TURN AROUND, OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE!!

(A/N) Inspired by xXxchiixXx's Drugs. I wrote this a while ago... I just didn't upload it... Now I did.
Read the first two chapters and you'll realize the POV I use. 'K, what else?? Not really much to say, but reviews are luffed!!
I'll only upload two chaps for now, if you like it, tell me!! Then maybe I'll keep on updating!

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Where should I begin the story?

Ah… Let's start with where everything goes wrong. How sad it is to start a story in such depressing manner. But if things hadn't gone wrong, we wouldn't have a story to tell; but they did, and we do, and now's the time to tell it.

So like I said, things between me and Riku had gone terribly wrong. I remember a time when we were close and happy. I would go over to his house almost everyday and sleep over during weekends. Later I even moved into his house and lived with him; and eventually we got engaged and married. Oh yes…those days were wonderful…back then. Then there was one day, Riku said his old friends came back to visit him and he'd stay out a little later than usual. I, of course, had no objection to that. When he came home, he was staggering around. I naturally thought that it was the alcohol; y'know, chatting with old friends about the past and good old times, drank a few drinks and got carried away, had a wild night, no big deal…… But apparently it was a big deal. Things seemed weird after that night. Riku started staying out really late; he gets angry at little things a lot easier and fiercer. I thought he was having a bad time and discarded the attempt to care more. I made the wrong choice. One day I tried to turn on the stove like I did everyday to cook, but nothing happened. I called and checked, only to find out that Riku didn't pay the gas bills for a few months; they'd cut off our gas! I went to check his bank accounts and bills; he was practically BANKRUPT! Most of his credit cards were dead; I even found letters from the bank informing that he's under LOADS of debts. I had to pay the bills myself; I only have little savings, ya'know? Because I stopped working after a while since we got married; he asked me to stop working!
I immediately saw the need to talk to him, but he only yelled back at me. That's when the arguments kick in. We argued more and more, so much to the point that if it weren't for the fact that he stays out SO late at night and doesn't come home until I've fallen asleep, I think arguments would've become one of my daily routines. Speaking of sleep, I haven't had much for a good while now. And even when I actually do get some sleep, it's accompanied with tons of crying. Yes, I cry myself to sleep. Enough of that off-topic bragging, so I had to find out what's wrong with my husband. I traced his bank account and discovered that he's been transferring a lotta money to a certain person. I researched, turns out that man was a drug dealer.

Riku has been doing drugs.

I tried to talk to him, tried to open him up and persuade him, ask him to go get medical help. Of course, he yelled back at me and…well…hit me. All I got from him was he didn't know how the drug got into his system; it's just from that night he felt drowsy and "high". After that, my twin brother Roxas and older brother Cloud both told me to leave him; but I can't!! It wasn't Riku's fault that he turned into this! It must've been his old friends – no, not friends – those evil people gave him the drug, puttin' it into his food or somethin'! I can't just leave him like that in the darkness! I love him! And I want to help him, more than anything! But so far, all I could do is to sit on the couch, sighing and thinking to myself how the hell did I let this happen. I'm so tired. I yawned, then I heard the door crack open. From the shuffling of the footsteps I could tell it was Riku.

"Sora…" He purred, trying desperately to sound seductive, which only worked on his voice since his face was thinned down to its bone, big dark bags under his eyes; and his eyes…his eyes. The aquamarine orbs that I used to fall in love with, that I used to get lost into; that used to shine with hope and love and something wonderful, you name it… used to. Now they are just dull and dead and, saddest of all, empty. I froze in my position on the sofa; I could tell Riku was approaching closer and closer from the corner of my eye. I managed to quietly whisper a "What is it". He sat next to me and pulled me onto his lap. I didn't dare to resist; it doesn't feel good when he beats me up. I stared at the dreadfully dry eyes before realizing a smear of cocaine at the entrance of his nostrils.

"What?" I asked again. He only smirked and moved a hand down to his own 'private place' and cupped it. My gaze followed the hand's trail and found him shaking his own bulge. I shook my head; I don't want it, not now.
But my protest only triggered one of his temper outbreaks; he smacked me real hard on the face. Tears automatically flowed from my eyes as I cupped the injured cheek.

"What the fuck are you cryin' for, bitch?!!" He roared and grabbed my wrists, yanking them down and dug his nails onto them, leaving awful crescent marks. I tried to fight for my freedom; but he was strong, he always is, he just didn't use it that way before. Soon he had my pants tugged away and readied himself to thrust into me. I wasn't ready, but he did anyways. Searing pain forced its way inside me; I screamed. It hurts. Tears welled up again; I raised my arms to wipe them, as I did so I felt those eyes glaring at me again. I stared back at them; then it hit me.

Riku wasn't there.

The Riku that I loved was long gone.

My body fell limp and my vision blurred again; but I didn't bother. Riku was gone; it's a whole new stranger that's fucking me and raping me, forcing blood out of my asshole. Somehow my mind decided that it'd be easier if my brain shut down.

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(A/N afternote): Don't take drugs, kids; it's bad for you.