Title: Dangerous and Moving
Summary: He sighs, gaze still locked on the appalling, murderous hand on his knee.
Warnings: boy/boy, character death
Pairings: (main) Riku/Ansem, one-sided to eventual Vanitus/Riku, (minor) Vincent/Cid, Leon/Cloud, one-sided Tifa/Cloud, past Zack/Cloud, past Leon/Rinoa, past Vincent/Lucretcia and probably many more.
Disclaimer: Characters and settings used are not mine
It had been a week since Riku had so much as looked at Kairi. Full on eye-contact was completely out of the question. So, when he pulled up to her apartment, staring at the petite hand resting on his knee, she wasn't about to complain.
He sighs, gaze still locked on the appalling, murderous hand on his knee. The half of a set that helped to kill his best friend.
However, he still took her to court, and even testified in her favor, saying Sora had committed the felony of breaking and entering and even granted court access to the photos of the bruises and carpet burns that mar his body, even at the current moment.
The events that lead to this car ride are still swirling in his head, rather clearly. He still feels Sora's intoxicated mouth at his collar bone, hears himself pleading for the brunet to stop. Then he sees Kairi. Then the pistol in her hands. then he sees the bullet disappear someplace inside Sora. Last, he feels hot, red liquid drain from his best friend to himself. No matter how many showers he takes, he still the sensation of blood soaking his skin. Maybe because it's beneath the skin, as well...
"Is something wrong, Riku?" the redhead asks, still shaken up, herself.
"...Kairi, you... You're my friend, but, you need to understand, so was he. And nothing is going to change those facts, but...but I have to leave. I can't stand to be hear anymore; I'm leaving with Xehanort. And I'm not coming back. Ever."
"Riku..." He can tell she's crying. He tells himself he should be sad about it, but he's not. Even if he did want to comfort her, there wouldn't be much he could do, not after his best friends had just tag-team traumatized him.
"I can't come back here, Kairi. Just make this easy on everyone by getting out and not looking back."
He stares at the steering wheel, hearing the car door slam unnecessarily hard, then the same treatment to her own door, securing a hysteric seventeen year old in its depths.
He sighs again -he'd been doing that a lot this week- and headed to his flat.
It looked like this was going to be a bad day.