"Jesus Christ."
Riku sighed and ran a hand through his hair. What a load of crap. Day in and day out all he could do was defend himself. Living inside his head for so long was taking its toll. You can only do that for so long before the inevitable insanity sets in. And damn was he insane.
He looked at the body of another heartless slowly disappear and started laughing. Why do they do that? Would he do that when he died too?
"This place should be fucking LITTERED WITH BODIES by now!" he yelled at whatever would listen. Not that it cared, but neither did he.
"Five FUCKING YEARS!" he'd spent practically alone. He was amazed that he still knew how to talk and form coherent, well, semi-coherent sentences.
"And what the FUCK is up with those heart thingies? I want one too! Can I catch one when it flies away?" Now he had a mission that would last about ten minutes or until he ran into another heartless; whichever came first.
"There you are you nasty bugger!" He chased down a small heartless and swiftly chopped it in two. His eyes twinkled with madness.
The amber heart floated skyward and he held out a hand to catch it. It kept going unobstructed, but he fancied that he still held it in his hand and cackled at its beauty.
"It's mine! All mine! YOU HEAR ME? MINE!" He clutched the imaginary heart to his chest and ran to a small cave. His eyes flashed as he stared into his empty hands.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! YOU'VE STOLEN EVERYTHING FROM ME!" He screamed and made a small cut on his forearm.
"Bleed. Bleed for all the things you'll never have." He kissed the wound tenderly and started to cry. Apparently he was manic-depressive now too.
"I miss them so much." His thoughts drifted to Destiny Islands and his friends.
"I want a heart. I want /your/ heart." His mind clutched onto fading images of Sora and Kairi. He'd managed to remember them, but sometimes wondered why he bothered. They only made him hurt more.
"Fucking KILL ME! Why don't they kill me?" He sobbed into his hands. He wanted to die, more than anything, but something prevented him.
"RIKU! Are you okay?" A familiar voice called to him.
Riku kept his hands to his face and nodded slowly.
"Hey, everything's gonna be okay. Trust me." He felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Mickey's smiling face staring back at him.
"Mickey." He smiled at the mouse, happy to see a familiar face.
"You're hurt." The mouse noticed the cut on his arm.
"It's nothing. I'll be fine." He looked at his arm and back to his friend. "I promise."
"No more promises." The mouse sighed and kissed Riku softly on the lips. Riku leaned into the kiss and pulled the other close to him. It was something to do at least.
Soon he was holding nothing but air. Mickey had died over a year ago. Along with Riku's sanity.
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A/N: I'm fucking insane. PH33R M3! And MickeyxRiku is disturbing and wrong. O.o I need to stop eating Ramen.
Riku sighed and ran a hand through his hair. What a load of crap. Day in and day out all he could do was defend himself. Living inside his head for so long was taking its toll. You can only do that for so long before the inevitable insanity sets in. And damn was he insane.
He looked at the body of another heartless slowly disappear and started laughing. Why do they do that? Would he do that when he died too?
"This place should be fucking LITTERED WITH BODIES by now!" he yelled at whatever would listen. Not that it cared, but neither did he.
"Five FUCKING YEARS!" he'd spent practically alone. He was amazed that he still knew how to talk and form coherent, well, semi-coherent sentences.
"And what the FUCK is up with those heart thingies? I want one too! Can I catch one when it flies away?" Now he had a mission that would last about ten minutes or until he ran into another heartless; whichever came first.
"There you are you nasty bugger!" He chased down a small heartless and swiftly chopped it in two. His eyes twinkled with madness.
The amber heart floated skyward and he held out a hand to catch it. It kept going unobstructed, but he fancied that he still held it in his hand and cackled at its beauty.
"It's mine! All mine! YOU HEAR ME? MINE!" He clutched the imaginary heart to his chest and ran to a small cave. His eyes flashed as he stared into his empty hands.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! YOU'VE STOLEN EVERYTHING FROM ME!" He screamed and made a small cut on his forearm.
"Bleed. Bleed for all the things you'll never have." He kissed the wound tenderly and started to cry. Apparently he was manic-depressive now too.
"I miss them so much." His thoughts drifted to Destiny Islands and his friends.
"I want a heart. I want /your/ heart." His mind clutched onto fading images of Sora and Kairi. He'd managed to remember them, but sometimes wondered why he bothered. They only made him hurt more.
"Fucking KILL ME! Why don't they kill me?" He sobbed into his hands. He wanted to die, more than anything, but something prevented him.
"RIKU! Are you okay?" A familiar voice called to him.
Riku kept his hands to his face and nodded slowly.
"Hey, everything's gonna be okay. Trust me." He felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Mickey's smiling face staring back at him.
"Mickey." He smiled at the mouse, happy to see a familiar face.
"You're hurt." The mouse noticed the cut on his arm.
"It's nothing. I'll be fine." He looked at his arm and back to his friend. "I promise."
"No more promises." The mouse sighed and kissed Riku softly on the lips. Riku leaned into the kiss and pulled the other close to him. It was something to do at least.
Soon he was holding nothing but air. Mickey had died over a year ago. Along with Riku's sanity.
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A/N: I'm fucking insane. PH33R M3! And MickeyxRiku is disturbing and wrong. O.o I need to stop eating Ramen.