Whenever someone asked for Riku, Roxas never had to look very far. A couple of flights of stairs, a dark portal, and one could find the silver haired Keyblade master without giving much thought or effort. He sat alone, perched before a dark ocean, watching the clouds billow in the close distance. The rain was intangible, never reaching the shore, never touching Riku's dark clothes or skin. But every day, every minute, he sat there and waited. Ruxas always wondered what exactly he was waiting for.
"You look like him…" Riku murmured, tilting his head to the side, not quite looking at him, but not really needing to. It was part of their bond, a bond that only Riku understood and refused to tell. Roxas came to this spot everyday, hoping he would somehow come to know. But everyday, this was all Riku would say.
You look like him…
"I know." Roxas replied quietly, his boots crunching against the damp rocks of the seashore. He turned to face the ocean and leaned back against a large, black rock, silent. Waiting for him to say something else. He never did. "Is that why there's a link between you and me?"
Silence.
"Am I part of him, or something? Do you think he's my Light?"
More silence.
"I know it's not just a coincidence, Riku. Tell me."
Riku shifted his shoulders, settled more comfortably against the rock, but still, said nothing. Roxas sighed impatiently and turned back to the ocean. He listened to the soft lapping of the water, scratched his short nails against the rock. Riku remained absolutely still, looking at the clouds. Roxas noticed, not for the first time, that they inhaled and exhaled on the same beats. He wished he could feel Riku's heart and see if it pounded with his own.
"You loved him, didn't you?" He demanded, finally, whirling to face him.
Silence.
"I know you did." He pressed fiercely. "Is that why you won't tell me? Because you loved him and I look at him?" He paused, and then whispered. "Do you love me?"
Riku turned his head, and from beneath his hood Roxas could see tormented green eyes tinged yellow. His breath escaped him as silver strands fell across his face, as perfectly carved lips parted, as a single drop of liquid crystal slid down his cheek, and suddenly he knew. Knew because a tear dropped down his own.
Just as if the rain had reached the shore and soaked Riku's dark clothes and skin, just as if the impossible had been reached, he knew. He knew and he reached his hands into the dark space of his hood and touched his face, his neck. He pulled Riku to him until their lips met and they clung to each other and their hair mussed together and their hoods fell off. Chest against chest, Roxas could feel Riku's heart pounding against his own, with his own. The same beat.
Thunder crashed, it began to rain. It soaked both their dark clothes and skin, but neither of them noticed as their lips moved together the same way their breaths did, and as he pulled away to lay his head against Riku's chest, as Riku wrapped him up in his arms and leaned back against the rock, he wondered if perhaps Riku had been waiting for something else after all.