Après moi, le deluge.
(After me, the flood.)
You won't succumb, that's the first thing you'll think to yourself as all of this is happening.
"I'm not the little boy you once knew, Sora," you'll say, a line said so many times in so many different situations, striding easily across the luxurious ballroom to where he'll stand, defiant and steadfast with that look on his face – God, that look that absolutely drove you insane every time he threw it in your direction.
"Yes, you are!" He'll retort like a persistent child, so hotly that it'll surprise you (but not touch you, no, not at all) that he's still so perfervid towards you.
"I know the real Riku would never do this… Think of the people that you've hurt! Do you remember all the adventures we had, with Kairi? As long as you want to, you can always go back… To how things were before!"
"Ah, so we're talking about the real Riku, now?" You'll chuckle, keeping the blade at your side as if you're without a care at all, and at that moment, you'll be the perfect quiet and composed image of Riku everyone had embraced. "You really are weak and stupid." It'll break him.
Sora's face will fall, he'll back up slowly, sans his weapon, refusing to believe that you're really this cruel and twisted – It's then that you'll advance on him, raising the dark Keyblade and resting it on your shoulder, a predator cornering his prey.
"Riku, you don't want to do this! I know you haven't forgotten, come on!" Tears will flow down his face, despite all of his assertions that he had grown to be a man, and you'll sigh at the sight of such a pitiful creature.
His small figure will slump down to the floor, mouth parted slightly, and Sora, the poor thing, he'll still try and try, to stand up and defend himself, defend the old Riku that he loved and the one that you're so sure had dissolved along with the only girl you ever valued.
This will just be a Lilliputian in your path, you'll tell yourself. It'll all be over soon, as long as he shuts the fuck up.
My inner demons compel me to be here
Your cheeks are flush, like rose petals
You're consumed with rage
But I'm consumed with you
And the music was like wind in your hair
The moonlight caressed your silhouette
Kiss of ocean mist is in the air
Why must God punish me this way?
"Riku!"
And when it's actually happening, everything's spiraling uncontrollably, you look up and –
½.