Title: Inside And Out

Pairings: RikuxSora (Implied)

Disclaimer/Warning: I do not own the characters from Kingdom Hearts. All credit for the Kingdom Hearts characters go to Square Enix & Disney.

Rating: T

A/N: Apparently I'm incapable of putting my OTP in happy situations in fanfictions. Oops?

Warning: Contains dark themes for some. I told you so.

Hands tapped away on the couch, trying to pass time that I didn't have. I poured myself a drink, and drowned away the memories that kept coming back to me. Sleep crept over me once more as I waited for the next day to arrive.

When I awoke, I had an identical feeling to the one I had the night before. It wasn't exactly the feeling of emptiness, it was surprisingly the opposite. There was something- someone, that made me feel uneasy to the world and everything in front of me.

I grasped the notebook that laid beside the empty bottle on the table. I opened it and skipped through the mass of letters that I never finished and never had the courage to send. I stopped at an empty page and tried again to put my life into written words on some wrinkled piece of paper.

I'm fine.

Looking at the two words on the paper, I almost couldn't even believe myself. Was I really fine? I had to be. He would never run away from his problems. Why should I? He would go head-on with it until it wasn't a problem anymore, but just a piece dust he could kick around at his own will.

A soft sigh escaped my lips. Grabbing the paper, it somehow found it's way into becoming balled up and thrown across the floor.

I got up and put the notebook back on the table, I'm guessing today wasn't the day. There was a mirror on the other side of the room, and the face that reflected from it was alike to my own but seemed to have a permanent frown. Never to smile and to always cause mischief to my already unstable life.

Whenever I wanted to be calm, I could feel the smirk cross the reflection's lips as it plotted to do the polar opposite of what I intended to do with the day. I could see in the reflection that he would rip all my letters, straight from the notebook and step on it without a regret.

If he could take my heart and destroy it, he would. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. I needed to stay strong enough. I will stay strong enough, for someone who does matter to me. Someone who was waiting for me to return, because he knew that I was strong enough to get through this.

The one in the reflection wasn't always stable. Sometimes he would do as I do, he would walk around until his legs felt numb. He would look back at me, his own reflection, and I could see his eyes. They were asking for help, something I would rarely ever do.

There was a difference between me and the glass version of myself, I could handle more than he could. At one point he would break, and I knew once he did, it wouldn't be good. I knew it would affect me as well and not just himself.

I wouldn't help him, not after what he had done to me.

He responded by sitting on a bench, head held lowly. I rubbed my face and let out a sigh, and headed towards the bed. I closed my eyes, the darkness of sleep would calm me down until my eyes forced themselves to wake and I was met by the same reflection.

He had been crying. He was getting closer to that point, and I couldn't do anything about it.

His hand found it's way in his pocket and grabbed a lighter, a lighter that I've seen him play with many times but never do anything else with.

He looked me dead in the eye before he dropped it, a frown was still on his face just as any other day.

I looked back at him with a questioning stare, and suddenly I could feel the oxygen level in the room decrease. Second by second, it became harder to breathe. I coughed, somehow trying to get more oxygen into my lungs to stay awake.

I found it easier to breathe once I made myself to sit on the floor. I felt much more dizzier than I had ever felt in a while. I coughed multiple times as my vision decreased.

There was a break next to me as the sound of shattered glass echoed in my head. My head bobbled to the left a bit. I put my hand on my head, trying to stop the loud sounds of the glass around me.

Then there was a feeling. A hand reached behind me and I could have sworn it was my reflection until all I could see was black.

I was back home.

I was in my neighborhood.

My feet were basically walking themselves to a house, but I knew exactly where they were headed.

I was going to see him again. Not my reflections, not the voices, but the one I had waited to see this whole time.

After a total of two knocks, he opened the door.

"Riku." His blue eyes were still the same. "You're back."

I smiled as best as I could after the large amounts of time I had spent frowning in the past. "I'm home."