/N sorry the beginning of this is so sudden, I did warn you though

/N sorry the beginning of this is so sudden, I did warn you though. Also, this chapter sorta centers around Rikku/Paine. The next few might. Just a warning, yeah?


I wanna hear it
Wanna hear you breathing

Were all addicted to something
That takes away the pain

Me and you and my medication

Rikku held out a thermometer in front of her eyes. Wow she thought that's a little higher than it needs to be. She scowled at it, shook it a bit and watched as the temperature slowly decreased, she smiled to herself. Good thermometer, she told it. She placed it down on the sink basin's side before carefully taking 3 pills from a little glass container on the bench. She filled a glass of water for herself, and just as she was about to take the pills her phone rung.

"Oh!" she voiced, placing the cup down and searching her pockets for her mobile. "Hello?" she asked it.

"Hey honey. Wanna come with me to ice skating?" asked Paine's monotonous voice through the phone.

"Hmmm," Rikku began, mocking the other. "I'm sure I can fit it in,"

"I thought you would," Paine said, Rikku could almost hear her roll her eyes. "I'll pick you up in about an hour," and she hung up.

"Oh," she said again, hanging up and rushing off to her bedroom to get ready, forgetting almost instantly about the pills.

Me and you and my medication

Try not to make a sound
Cause your eyes aren't open
I'll just wait till your awake

Sora's house was huge, the big, i-have-rich-parents-and-hot-damn-it-shows, kind of house. The ceilings were high, and the furnishing prices even higher. Roxas' room alone was that of three of the rooms in his old house smashed together. His old house. His home. Wow, he hadn't even cried… Had he?

Sora had watched carefully as his new house mate walked awkwardly into his new room. Everything was so new. Roxas look around; wow he thought I'm on suicide watch. Nothing sharp in sight, in a way that was oh-so painfully obvious. No ropes or long curtains. No syringes filled with morphine, lots and lots of morphine. Always, always the morphine. No wonder he was on suicide watch. He shut his double doors and flicked the lock in, ambling slowly to the king sized bed in the centre of the room, headboard against the wall. Roxas had had a water bed at his old house. He was definitely going to miss it. He flopped down on his new bed, curling up onto his side and staying like that, letting the non-existent tears spill from his brilliant blue eyes.

I feel the weight of your chest.
Rise and fall with every breath

Theres a stain on my hand, and its red
Oh my god, am I losing it?!
I cant help what I've done or I've said
It's the button i push, when it says
Hand of Blood!

Rikku coughed, holding a handkerchief to her mouth, noticing –and ignoring­- the specks of blood that traced it, stuffing it into her pocket. The silver haired girl wrapped a pale comforting arm around her.

"Did you catch Yuna's cold?" she asked in a concerned voice. Rikku hesitated a moment, looking into the other's eyes. She looked away, suddenly interested in the garbage truck zooming down the street.

"Yeah?" she said uncertainly. That was what was wrong. And then she repeated the word, with more defiance this time.

"Do you want to go home? Ice skating might be pushing it… just a bit," she said, letting out an airy laugh. Rikku stomped down her foot playfully.

"Oh hells no!" she said brightly. "I am not missing out on this, I've never even been."

Paine's mouth formed a perfect 'o'. "No. Way." She said, pushing the other more hurriedly in though the door clearly marked 'pull'.

Rikku's feet were a good five sizes smaller than the others and she slipped up at least once every two minutes and her cold seemed to get worse and worse by the hour, she coughed more frequently and had to hastily wipe the blood onto the insides of her coat. Smiling reassuringly at the other every single time.

They were some of the last few on the ice but neither showed any want to leave; they circled the dome in a continuous circle, hands clutched tightly in one another's.

"So, Demyx is trying to get a band together?" Paine asked, lightly tracing circles on the back of the other's hand.

"Yeah, but he's failing miserably," Said Rikku, stumbling slightly. "No one else plays anything."

"Yuna can sing, you could tell him that," she said almost helpfully.

"Sure," Rikku said absentmindedly, small talk was definitely not her thing. Especially not with the headache that had her head pounding and what made her bite her tongue to stop from screaming out.

The pain, the fucking pain.

Paine. She said that name over and over in her head. It kept her sane. She could cope anything as long as she had the other.

She looked up at the taller, who was still talking, and tried to smile. But just as she did a searing pain washed over her, forcing her eyelids shut and her knees to the ground.

"Ri-Ri, are you alright? It's slippery, huh?"

"Yeah, sure is," she said, trying to add a half convincing giggle to the end. Failing.

"Did you hurt yourself?" Paine queried, sliding carefully to her knee's. Rikku gave her a thumbs up.

"Nah, I'm abso-fucking-lutetly perf--," she began, a dry, wicked sounding cough interrupting her mid-sentence. She swallowed back the blood.

"Ri-ri?"

"Perfect," she finished, fishing out a bottle of little blue pills from her pocket and dry swallowing three.

"Rikku, what's happening—?"

"Hey, you two alright?" called one of the other few skaters still sliding around. Rikku stood up and grinned casually at the boy.

"Fine thanks," she then turned to Paine. "c'mon Paine, I just tripped is all."

"Like fuck you did!"

"Paine, calm down."

"What the fuck were those pills?" she asked in a soft agitated mutter, still kneeling on the ice.

"Just Advil," said Rikku. Paine stood up and pulled the much smaller girl to her. Rikku's heart was beating a mile a minute, a slick sheen of sweat layered her body, regardless of how cold it was. But still, she held her same painful smile. Pain, pain, why does it hurt so much??

"What's going on, why won't you tell me?"

"There's nothing to say," she said, wincing at how pathetic she found herself sounding. "It was just a headache, I promise,"

"Let's go,"

"But, this is so nice—,"

"Please Rii," Paine begged. Rikku flinched but unraveled herself from the other and began to skate tentatively towards the front desk to hand in her skates.

When they got back to Rikku's house Paine stormed away from Rikku, that is, as soon as she had tucked the girl away safely in her bed. She pushed into Demyx's room, her lips set in a hard line. He was tuning his sitar, guitar and violin, each was laid out on his dark blue bed spread except for the guitar which he was holding lightly.

"Hey Paine, parents are out, feel free to do-" he glanced up at her from his guitar "whatever you two normally do at night, I won't listen, I'm busy. Use protection etcetera."

She stuttered a bit.

"Demyx," she choked out, worry contorting her voice. "What's wrong with her?"

He looked up at her again. Anxious now.

"What happened?" he asked, protective anger suddenly flaming up in his voice.

She went to reply but the older boy was already pacing down the hall and into his sister's bedroom. So she followed.

"Rikku," he gasped on seeing her. "ONE! Are you alright TWO! Why… why the fuck haven't you told her yet??"

"Told me what?" Paine asked softly from the door, leaning on its frame.

"Nothing. I just had a headache."

"You claim that you fucking love her Rikku. If you loved her you'd tell her that you were dy--," he gasped and ended the word shamefully. "—ing,"

"I… FUCKING… Demyx, GET OUT." Rikku screeched, happy façade eliminated. He left the room, head hanging. Rikku took two heavy, deep, exasperated breaths to calm herself.

"It's okay," said Paine, breathing rapid and heavy. "It… It was just a headache," she sat down next to the other. "Y-y-y-your not. You can't be… It was, it was only a headache! Right?" she demanded, gripping her hands together as they shook.

Rikku smiled sweetly. "Of course."

I dont wanna feel my heart is breaking,
Hand Of Blood!
I dont wana see my life is burning.

A/n

Thanks for editing Mr. Igan.

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