Hi guys! Im back!!!!!!!
Took a tiny break from my FFVII fic to write this first chapter.
Its a Riku/Sora fic obviously!!!
Gonna be dark themes, heavy drug use, violence, blood...and chara death!
That being said...enjoy!
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1.
Running bare chested through those crystal sands, he didn't have a care in the world.
Every colour that could be thought of swirled past the youth as he ran barefoot through the searing hot sands.
His eyes shut, he could feel the humid air sweeping through his flowing silver hair. Ocean spray brushed past his skin as he skimmed the waters edge.
Still running. The sands were endless. He never lost his breath.
His arms stretched out wide, it was almost as if he could take off.
Finally slumping onto the baking sand, glimmering aquamarine eyes slid open. He could feel someone lying beside him.
Rolling his dizzy head round he looked at the figure beside him. He was plain, ordinary, just another boy. Just another boy who wasn't beautiful until he smiled.
That smile etched in the silver haired males mind. That plain boy becoming heart stopping, knee buckling, breath stealing beautiful.
Although lying still on the crystal sands, the male felt like he was floating. He let his eyes flutter shut.
These dreams….so real, so surreal. He danced endlessly in this world of make believe.
Eyes still shut, never-ending pleasant dreams came to him. He could feel warm lips caressing his bare chest.
A smooth hand held his own. Fingers stroked against his own.
Never ending serene colours.
He wasn't beautiful until he smiled.
"I love you."
The reality was however, far from the silver haired males ideal world.
Slowly, oh so slowly, the youth regained consciousness. His head ached. His stomach cramped. His body felt like it was made of lead. Even his hair, matted and thick with grease felt like tonne weights atop of his head.
He barely had the strength to cough let alone try and sit up.
How long had he been doing this to himself for? Riku had lost count ages and ages ago.
It had started out as just a laugh. Something to do with the boys at the weekend. Something to curb the boredom. Something to pass the time. Something different.
Slowly but surely, it had grabbed a hold of the silver haired youth. It held him tight. This vice wouldn't let go of the teen. It held him fast day after day. Week after week. Month after month. Year after miserable year.
At times, the only thing that kept Riku going was the thought and the fleeting notion that he would encounter that ordinarily beautiful boy while he flew.
Using all his remaining strength, Riku pulled himself up. His eyes stung like nettles every time he tried to open them.
Not a sound could be heard around him. His 'friends' must too, be out cold.
Leaning forwards, resting his elbows on his knees, the youth glanced painfully around the dimly lit room. He didn't even know the names of half of the fellow males in the room.
His left arm felt ridiculously tight. Tilting his head to look, he noticed he had passed out before even finishing the job.
The tight leather strap still graced his skinny pale arm. That same trickle of blood had dried into his arm. That same syringe still in his right hand.
"Fuck…."
Riku knew he had to stop. He knew today was going to be the day he would stop. However, his mind told him 'just once more'. He tried his hardest to block it out. 'Just once more. What will it hurt. You get to see him again'.
Riku gave in. His weakness for that beautiful boy bringing him to unconscious flight once again.
Loosening the vice like grip around his arm, Riku hissed slightly as the material let go of it's strangle hold on his deathly thin arm.
He looked down at his arms. Marred with scars, cuts, bruises and holes. He couldn't keep doing this.
"Why is it??"
"W-why is what Riku?"
Oh, another of his 'friends' had the decency to wake up.
"Why is it that I think clearly when I'm….like this Sephiroth?"
The fellow silver haired male just shrugged and deflated back onto the couch his body barely had the weight to indent into.
"You just think that. Your heads fucked. You just think you know what you want. You just think you know what your talking about….your fucked."
Bloodshot eyes stared out the window. What time was it? What day was it? Did he have to dredge himself up and out to his mundane job the next morning? How he had the strength to work, he would never know.
Riku's head spun. The room whirled around and around all about him.
Oh how he despised it. How he wished he could stay in that little dream world of his. Just him and that smiling boy.
Letting his body collapse back onto the floor, Riku placed his hands over his face. He was so cold. He was frozen despite the sweat forming across his brow.
His body shook. His throat dry. His temper flared. His frustrations unsated.
Dull, lifeless jade eyes snapped open. He turned his head to find a similar pair of green eyes staring into his own.
Strength and anger renewed, the younger male almost threw himself at the older silver haired male. Pale lips crashed against even paler lips time and time again.
He didn't notice the other males knife cutting into his pale arms yet again.
Oh how Riku hated it.
Pain masked by sheer pleasure.
The sort of pleasure that was wrong. Mentally, physically, emotionally and morally.
He escape it, no matter how hard he may try. He succumbed to the fellow silver haired male time and time again….no matter how hard he fought it.
"I really am fucked…."
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Man, Riku is Fked!!!!
Wonder who the boy was in his...vision/mind/flight/high time!
R+R of you wish xxx