A/N: Two updates in one day? BLASPHEMY!

Enjoy! (It's like... supah-short though. Sorry. XD; )

EDIT: THIS HAS BEEN COMPLETELY REWRITTEN AS OF DECEMBER 4, 2008.

Pairings: AkuRoku, Riku/Repliku, SoRiku, Zemyx, CLeon

Disclaimer: Me no own. Sorreh.

Dedication: To uh... No idea. Someone. Yeeeess, someone.

-x- RIKU -x-

"What do you want to talk about today, Riku?"

It's the first question she always asks me. Okay, sure, she's only been my psychiatrist for a week, ("Hello, Riku, my name's Aerith Gainsborough, and I am your new psychiatrist. So, what do you want to talk about today?") but in the three sessions I've been in, she's always asked me that question. ("What do you want to talk about today, Riku? What do you want to talk about today?")

"Sora."

And that's how I always respond, because when it comes to Sora, there's always something to talk about. (Hair, eyes, personality, delusions.)

"Again, Riku? How about we talk about you, instead?"

She only indulged me during our first session. (Sora, Sora, Sora. That's all we talked about. Sora.) After that, it was, "Again?" and it would promptly be turned around so we would be talking about me. (Me me me, fucking me.)

"What about me?" I ask, folding my arms over my chest and sinking down in my seat. "There's nothing interesting about me." My psychiatrist laughs softly, and shifts around the papers on her desk before looking at me again.

"Riku," she starts, lacing her fingers together on top of her desk. "You have acute paranoia, and the most severe case of anorexia I've ever seen. There's always something to talk about when it comes to you."

Cue very awkward silence, in which I spend looking at random objects in her office.

Finally, after two or three minutes have passed, she clears her throat, shifts her papers around some more, and sighs.

"Alright, Riku. I'll see you in two days. Have a lovely afternoon." She dismisses me with a small wave and a gentle smile on her face. I just shrug and walk out of the room, my mind racing with thoughts about Sora.

Sora, Sora, Sora.

You'd think I'd have something else to talk about, really, instead of constantly focusing this boy I've only talked to once before, for about ten minutes. (Best ten minutes ever.) But in the Radiant Garden Mental Institute, what the hell else is there to talk about?

Mental institute my ass. RGMI is a fucking asylum, a house for crazy people, and every single one of us knows it. But don't get me wrong, I am not denying that we're crazy. Fuck, most of the people here are batshit.

Like Sora. Beautiful, caring, delusional Sora. He believes, and I mean truly, honestly believes, that his closest friends consist of a large, talking dog, and a slightly smaller duck. That everything in his mind is real: Kingdom Hearts, Nobodies, Heartless, Xemnas...

Anyway.

The trip back to the rec room is totally and completely... well, boring. No Zexion to switch personalities. No Axel to annoy the hell out of me. No fucking creepy nurse breathing down your neck... Although, that last one's more freaky then eventful. The rec room itself is more or less empty. A couple random patients watching TV, a nurse here and there, and at the checkerboard on the other end of the room...

Sora.

Holy...

"Uhm... Hi?" he greets as I approach the board. (Sora Sora SORA) I notice that he is flat out concentrating on the black and red checker pieces, as if they'd move if he continued to do so.

"Hey... How're you?" Not the most original response, I admit. He answers with a small shrug of his shoulders and slowly reaches forward, moving a black piece diagonally.

"Wanna play? 'S more fun when you have two people..." Who am I to refuse?

The game lasts about fifteen minutes, but it's spent talking. And talking. And... talking. And after Sora kicks my ass, we continue to talk.

We talk about his friends (Donald and Goofy, Duck and Dog). His alternate reality (Kingdom Hearts). His fear of the dark (Heartless, fear of the claws, the scars, death). We talk about my firm belief that both food and drink are poisoned. How every time we eat or drink something, we're poisoned. How it's a form of sick population control. (Don't look at me like that. It's true.)

And the best part... The best part is that Sora never looks away from me. (Sora Sora I'm talking to Sora and he's listening!)

Then he has to go. And I let him. I fucking let him. Because I thought I'd get to see him again. I really fucking thought I would.

But I will never get to see Sora ever again.

And no one ever will – unless they're a coroner. Because Sora's dead. He's dead, he's gone, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.

"What do you want to talk about today, Riku?"

She asks me her favorite question. ("What do you want to talk about today, Riku? You want to talk about Sora? Sora Sora Sora? He's fucking dead, Riku. There's nothing to talk about. What do you want to talk about today?") I'm curled up in the chair, head on my knees. I can't bring myself to respond – not to her, not to the voice screaming in my head.

"Do you want to talk about..."

"No!" I yell, interrupting her. I will not let her speak his name. Sora's gone, and suddenly she wants to talk about him? Fucking bitch.

"Riku? Are you alright?" she asks, her voice softer than before. She's concerned. She's actually concerned about me, and I can't bring myself to care. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fists. I can feel my fingernails digging into my hands, feel the blood (red, flowing, beautiful blood) drip down my palms. When I suddenly stand and walk out of the room, ("He's dead, Riku! Let him die! What do you want to talk about? What, Riku, what? Sora's fucking dead!") she doesn't say anything. She doesn't give chase. She doesn't scream for me to come back. She just... let's me go.

Because she knows she'll see me again.

I return to the rec room; it's completely devoid of life, which is fine with me. It doesn't surprise me, though. The last time Sora was seen alive was with me. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the checkerboard where Sora and I (Dog and Duck Kingdom Hearts Poison Heartless Sora Sora Sora) talked. I can almost see Sora, sitting in front of it, completely focused on the checker pieces, trying to decide his next move.

Fuck, I never thought losing Sora would hurt this much. I spent a total of (stalked watched obsessed) forty minutes talking to him. But every thought of him makes my heart clench, tighten, constrict. I tear my eyes away from the checkerboard, look at the floor, trace every discernible pattern on the linoleum tile.

My mind is fucked up. I belong here at RGMI. I know this. But without Sora, it feels as if the concrete walls are crumbling around me, as if the shadows (slinking, whispering, breathing) are slinking towards me, whispering my name, breathing down my neck. I feel a sharp claw run down my spine, drawing blood as it goes.

"Riku... We've been waiting..."

I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and let them take me to sweet oblivion.

And to think... I barely even knew Sora.

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