A/N: Hey there. I thought I'd try my hand at a RiSo fic. They are my favorite pairing next to Hopurai, so I figured it was about time to give it a shot. Please be kind. I love Riku and Sora together. I think they are just perfect for each other and it's such a tragedy that Square isn't cool enough to make them canon.

For my other fanfic readers, I know I should update my other stories and I will soon. Promise. I've been having inspiration issues and writer's block but I think this little fic here might have given me my kick start back into the fanfic scene.

I'll decide whether or not to continue this based on the response it gets. Hope you all like. Review please :D

Chapter song: Running Up That Hill by Placebo

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Square Enix

Tell me we both matter, don't we?

The night was calm, serene. It was odd for the city. Usually it was bustling at any time of day, even if it was ten at night. But maybe it was busy and loud and utterly packed with people as usual. Maybe his mind just couldn't register all the outside noise, the lives beyond its own. It was too focused on the fog surrounding it. His brain was working on overtime trying to comprehend the fact that he was bleeding profusely and that he might not make it to see another day. Because he was losing his life. In that dark alleyway, shivering next to a grimy dumpster, he was dying.

Sora took a shaky breath that hitched as soon as he attempted to move his body. The shock of his situation was beginning to subside as he attempted to get up. He had to get up. He had to get help. There was no way that he was just going to let himself die. Slowly, the brunet lifted his quaking arm and clawed at the wall beside him, trying to pull himself into a sitting position against it. Desperately his fingers scraped against the brick, pieces of his nails eventually chipping off while he couldn't seem to muster up enough strength to pull himself up. With a huff, Sora gave up, his back colliding back down with the familiar cold concrete.

Finding that he wasn't going to be able to leave the alley on his own, Sora attempted to call for help. The young man drew in a breath and started to cry out for assistance. What came out was nothing but a scratchy call that couldn't have been heard from more than three feet away. His eyes widened when he realized this. His throat was dry and sore. It wasn't capable of calling for help. But Sora wasn't just gonna lay down and die. No, he wouldn't give up. I'm stronger than this. Again and again, he tried to call, to scream for someone, anyone to help him. No matter how hard he fought though, nothing was coming out but harsh whispers.

Panic began to set in, causing his eyelids to slam shut. He wasn't going to make it. If he couldn't find help, if he couldn't call for help... he'd surely die. His gaze went to his cell phone about five feet from his fingertips. It was smashed. Dead for sure. He could see his poor phone's shiny, little mechanical guts hanging out. It would be no help either.

His only hope would be for someone to find him, but he doubted anyone would. He was in an alleyway that was known for trouble. People tended to stay as far away from it as possible for their own safety. He was screwed.

I shouldn't have left... If I hadn't have gone out, I could be home right now. But would that have been better? Would sitting at home wrapped in a bundle of loneliness and self-loathing be better? He'd be alive, sure. But he'd be miserable as he was. I was almost there. All I wanted was to see you. To see your beautiful face again and tell you how much I love you. It was a mistake. Everything I said, I didn't mean any of it. God, I'm so sorry. I love you, Riku.

Tears began to run down tanned cheeks as he realized that he wouldn't be able to tell his beloved any of this. He wouldn't be able to see Riku ever again. He wouldn't be able to see anyone ever again. It was over.

Pain shot through him again, sharply tearing the brunet from his thoughts. He began coughing, choking on his own blood. It bubbled up his throat and he couldn't stop it. The disgusting metallic tasting liquid caused him to cough and gag. His end was nearing. There was no doubt about it.

The lights began to swirl and swirl and swirl around him. They were actually driving him insane a little. His buzz was beginning to wear off, no doubt the cause of reality crashing around him. The music was no longer livening him up, it was just mere noise. The lights that always fit the scene and beat now only gave him a headache. The alcohol in his system wasn't keeping his torrent of thoughts at bay, but was making him sick. The girl he was dancing with and had grinding into his lap wasn't turning him on, just reminding him even more of how disgusted he was with himself.

Riku slowly danced to a stop as he realized that he no longer wanted to be there. He shouldn't have gone to that stupid club in the first place. By trying to distract himself from the pain, he only caused his state of heartbreak to increase. He didn't need to be here. He needed to be with Sora.

As he began to leave the dance floor and come up with a plan to get his little brunet to answer the door, a hand shot out and grasped his pale arm, sparkly red nails lightly digging into his skin. He turned to find his dance partner gripping him tightly, attempting to yank him back into the chaotic world he didn't want to be a part of any longer.

"C'mon, Ku. A few more dances", pled the blonde in an obnoxious whine.

He shook his head and pointed a thumb toward the door. "I'm gonna head out. Just not feelin' it tonight."

The girl giggled and continued to pull on his tense limb. "Oh, you just need another drink. I think I may need one too." This suggestion was accompanied by a wink and a flirty smile.

Riku grimaced as he shook the clingy woman off of him, leading her to frown. What an annoying slut. He was trying not to be rude, but really this girl was agitating the hell out of him. The silveret just wanted to get out. He wasn't a part of this anymore. He didn't need this. He needed Sora. "No thanks", he ground out before pushing and shoving his way out the side exit, ignoring the nameless girl's calls.

He was met with a burst of cool, crisp air to the face. It was calming and wonderful. He needed to learn to appreciate the air and the serenity of the night more. The bass of the music was still blaring from inside the building but he paid it no mind. Bringing his phone out of his pocket, he began dialing as he walked off towards his destination.

His call went directly to voicemail. A sigh passed through pale lips. Did he really not want to talk to me so much that he shut off his phone? Whatever... He wondered momentarily if he should just go home. Sora was probably gonna leave him to stand on the porch until he had to leave. But he decided that even if Sora didn't want to see him, he wanted to see Sora. He needed to see him. He needed to see that gorgeous smile and those deep blue eyes again.

He was a few blocks away from the club when his feet came to a halt. Riku stood confused, hearing something weird. It sounded like... choking. Riku's eyebrows rose as he heard the coughs get louder and harsher. Turning his head, he looked down the alley he'd stopped beside and although there was only a dim light, he could see a pair of legs sticking out from beside a dumpster.

Someone's probably ODing. He was about to continue walking to Sora's when his conscious kicked in, telling him that he should help the poor unfortunate bastard, even if the situation was the person's own fault.

With a long sigh, Riku quickly walked toward the choking person on the ground. "Hey, are you..." The first thing he noticed was the broken cell phone on the cement a ways away. It looked familiar. But what phone doesn't these days? But then he caught sight of the shoes. Now he knew those converse anywhere. "Sora!"

He jolted forward and ran to the person's side. It was none other than his love, lying there, helplessly bleeding to death. "Oh, god, Sora. What the hell happened to you?" He reached for the brunet's hand and grasped it tightly in his, turquoise eyes brimming with tears.

This wasn't right. This was Sora. His bright blue hues shouldn't have been that dull and scared. Those sounds weren't supposed to come from those lips. Those lips Riku once kissed so tenderly and passionately. And that dark red... That color was not supposed to cover him. The silveret never wanted to see Sora's blood.

Aside from the obvious bullet wound, there were bruises and cuts littered along his body. Tears were falling from his terrified eyes that didn't seem to be able to focus. The only sounds Sora seemed to be able to emit were the coughs and the choking that Riku winced at. Growing fear and anger rose within the elder, but he couldn't let his emotions take him, he needed to focus on keeping Sora alive and saving him.

Prying his eyes away from Sora's dying body, Riku began calling for help, praying that an ambulance would be able to come in time. He dialed and took off his sweatshirt, pushing it down on Sora's abdomen, applying pressure to the wound. It was all he could do really. The hospital was too far away to run there carrying him. And Riku didn't know the extent of Sora's wounds. Moving him could cause permanent damage or kill him faster. All he knew was that if Sora died, he would too. I'm so sorry. Don't die on me. I love you.

Sora couldn't focus on anything but the choking and the loss of air. Black spots were forming in his vision. Through it all he suddenly felt someone holding his hand. He could hardly tell if this was so though, his body was quickly going numb. He thought someone was there, but that could just be his optimism again. He thought he saw someone too, but it couldn't be. He was going to die in this alleyway alone, in pain and terrified.

That's when he heard it. Someone was calling his name. Over and over. Distantly, he knew it was Riku. Riku had found him. Riku was there for him.

It was too late. Nothing could save him. He would die. But he was okay with that now. Sora couldn't choose a better way to die. He was in his lover's arms. He could die happy.