Wooooo, Christmas break sure did take its toll on me. It's been three weeks since I've updated and this is suppose to be a daily thing. Eesh. D:

Well, I'm picking back up on this. To make up for all the days I missed, I'll be updating in pairs for a while. I'm not going to catch up to the exact number of chapters I should have, but I hope this is satisfying anyway. However, today (unless I can sneak online later) will be a one-story update.

This piece here is kinda angsty and rushed, so I might rewrite it later. And I'm jumping around to different settings again. Aha. Enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts no mine. Boo.


Sure, Sora had some distaste towards staircases, but it was most definite when Riku was unpleasantly, terribly smashed- like now, for instance. Every trip up those stairs (which seemed endless at these times) was like crawling through the pits of hell each time. The older one resided on the third floor of a vast apartment complex, and god knows why the architect didn't sketch any damn elevators into the building plans.

"Sheesh, finally . . ." Relief washed over him when they- rather, Sora with a heavy live burden on his back, reached the third floor. Once Riku was safely in his apartment, Sora could go home and rest and forget about the rough day.

Luckily for Sora, Riku's apartment was just one hallway down from the stairs. When they reached Riku's door, Sora fished into his best friend's pocket for his keys before dumping him onto the floor; he was drunk, like Riku could care any less. Fumbling through the ring for Riku's apartment key, Sora sighed at the situation at hand; to think that he would've known which key to use, seeing that this had practically been routine for the pair for months now.

He found the right key and unlocked the door. After pushing it open, Sora brought his attention back to Riku. He hooked his hands under Riku's armpits and dragged him into the dark residence. He ignored the fact that they were both still wearing their shoes, letting go of Riku once they were in the living. Sora heard Riku groan from behind him as he dropped Riku's keys off onto the counter and left his jacket there as well. He remained at the counter, arms propped on its sleek top and face in his hands in frustration when a sudden heavy weight collapsed onto his back and almost forced his face to greet the polished granite.

"You're pretty," Riku sang, voice intensely slurred and a lopsided smile on his face.

"And you're drunk."

"I'm . . . I'm not drunk." Riku paused and slightly swayed back and Sora had to draw him forward to prevent his back from ungracefully greeting the floor. The pull, despite its gentle intention, sent Riku crashing into Sora; the latter was caught off guard before he could provide the proper support to keep them on their feet, bringing them both down onto the floor with a loud thud.

Sora slapped a hand over his eyes and began to mutter strings of curses to himself, but froze when Riku's lips discreetly brushed his neck. The older male's breath was hot, slow, deeply reeked of alcohol. Sora hated it, but felt so aroused at the same time.

"I'm just so intoxicated by you."

"Riku-" As if he interpreted the way Sora said his name as an invitation, Riku lifted his head and cut the brunette of with a sloppy kiss, pushing his tongue past his soft lips. Sora struggled to shove Riku off of him, but his attempts were weak, and soon, he was fisting a hand in Riku's hair and pulling him close with the other. The strong traces of alcohol in the crevices of Riku's mouth swamped his taste, but they didn't intoxicate him like Riku's lips, and the way his hands felt like they were on fire as they slipped under his shirt and up his stomach and-

"I love you, Sora."

Those four words hit Sora a sucker punch to his gut and snapped him out of his daze and Riku's alluring touch. He roughly heaved Riku off of him, couldn't care less that the old drunkard slumped to the floor like a rag doll and sluggishly struggled to stand up (the weight of the alcohol rendering his efforts useless). The brunette snatched his jacket and stormed out of the gloomy apartment, the anger in his loud footsteps echoing across the wooden floor.

When he was outside, Sora sighed heavily, falling back against the door to support his tired body. It wasn't long before his knees began to buckle, and he slid down to the floor with face buried in his hands. He couldn't believe he fell for it again.

He hated it when Riku was drunk because Riku said the dumbest shit.

Because it hurt to hear Riku say the dumbest shit when he never meant a single word.