I was minding my own business, reading some books while eating sea-salt ice cream in my room. A nostalgic taste in a nostalgic room. The wind from the opened window whiffs through my hair and flips the next page perfectly as I finished reading. I grin a bit at how perfectly timed it was. As I tried to get back immersing into the fictional world of book in my hand, knocking can be heard coming from the one door for entrance into my fort. I let out a sigh, knowing who it could be. There is nothing I can do to avoid this so I give up trying to run away. He will always find his way to me. It's annoying. I closed the book with a soft thump and shove it into the shelf by the wall. I finished the ice cream in one swipe and throw it into the bin. There is no win stamp on it so there is no use of it for me. I take a deep breath before opening the door with a hesitant welcoming face, a smile not sincere seeing a silvery haired boy that I familiar with.
"Hey, Riku." I greeted, "This is your 7th visit this week."
"Sorry, Roxas. I just…" He paused while looking away, "I can't stop."
"I know. Come on in."
I turned my back against him, ignoring what he has to say after that. It is the same words, the same excuses, and the same reason. It's disgusting. I can't stand it. I hope Sora is here to take him away one day. Someday… When we finds him god knows where he is. I sit down on the bed as usual and Riku still hesitates as he faces me. I wave my hand to him indicating that I never bothered by it, though in reality I-
Riku gets down and hugs me by the waist. His muscle is pressed against my skin as if a chain had tied around me. He digs his face into my shirt like he is hiding from a monster. He keeps hugging me even though the sun that slowly sets has finally gone down and welcoming the stars to make their debut on the black canvas. My body has become stiff with each passing moments, but I don't know why I can't push him away. Instead, I pats his head as kind as I can. I ruffle his hair as I softly calm him down. I whisper him nice thoughts and recalls his memory with his friends. Suddenly, he utters a name I slowly starts to hate again.
"Sora…" His somber voice echoed in the quiet room.
My mouth is gaped open for a while but shuts it immediately as I look away. Even so, my hand does not stop. It keeps going brushing his short silver hair through my slim fingers. A strong shattering, aching pain starts to place itself in my heart. It continues to spread in my body until it reaches my face. The pain has targeted my pair of blue eyes. I hold back the tears that group up to jump down my cheeks. My face must have been horrible to see, it's a good thing he won't lift his head anytime soon. I choked the air stuck in my throat quickly back down without any sound. He keeps seeing me as Sora. He keeps treating me like Sora. He's the only one who does so. But why? Why can't he see me as my own self? Someone that's different from Sora, not Sora. I… I can't continue on like this.
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I feel Roxas' arms wrapped around my head. He seems to land his head against it, I can feel how heavy it is but I pay no mind. This warmth I feel, this kindness he exerts, it all must have been Sora. He must have channeled all this feeling through him. After all, they are connected. He is his Nobody once. It all makes sense why I'm so comfortable with him. I can only do this to him. But sometimes I wish… It would have been him that disappears. But I want to keep on being like this, to feel Sora. I want to find him fast. I want to meet him soon. I want to tell him, I love him.
Author's note: I'm sorry if the characterization is not so-in-character but I tried my best. And sorry for not continuing the other series, right now I have KH fever. T.T
