Here's number two of the three chapters I'm uploading right now. I also might add a few uploads throughout this week just 'cause I feel bad. But don't hold me to that!

Enjoy the chapter and review if you please!

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January 5th, 2012-Riku, A Second Account

Riku glanced down at the time on his phone. 10:38. He sighed.

All of Sora and Kairi's bickering had really been getting to him. He couldn't help but feel frustrated; the two of them still very clearly loved each other, yet they couldn't stand being in the same room for five minutes. What had happened between them? They could work through any of their problems together, or so he thought.

And on top of that, his depression. What did the doctor tell him? 'It's to be expected from nolke users attempting to quit.' Of course, it didn't affect him so bad. A few mornings he didn't get out of bed. Some days he just wanted to stay in his room. But for the most part, he felt fine. The doctor called the problem mild, extremely mild.

The cravings didn't drive him crazy, either. Still...sometimes his feet moved on their own, led him back to the familiar street corner. Before he knew it, he'd be face-to-face with his old dealer, Reno. But he always refused Reno's offers. It wasn't that he didn't crave the highs he got from nolke. No, a nolke high could take you to the moon and back; that much he remembered. But he remembered the withdrawal pains much more clearly. The stomach aches. The pounding migraines. The chills. And he also remembered how those few months, Sora and Kairi worried so much they stopped arguing. He felt useless then; he was supposed take care of them. So he swore he would never allow himself to fall so low again. Never again. And yet...

Riku looked up, and to his horror, realized he stood across the street from his dealer. "Shit!" he whispered. But he must have spoken louder than he thought; the noise made Reno turn in his direction. Riku darted behind a street-parked car before he could be seen. He had refused the drug time and time again, but he didn't want to deal with Reno's coaxing. That man...he knew how to sell his supply. And one moment of weakness could ruin months of abstinence.

Then, he heard two voices. One voice, Reno's, came through clear and strong. But another hushed voice chimed in, one he didn't recognize.

"Hey, long time no see, yo." Reno was talking.

"Shhh! How fool are you, boy?" Now the stranger spoke.

"Woah, calm down old timer; ain't no one around."

"Old timer? Show some respect, will you!...Listen, I have a pr..." Their conversation dropped decibel after decibel, until Riku couldn't even make out which of them was speaking.

After it seemed the discourse had ended, Riku peaked up from behind the car. He saw Reno looking to his left. When he followed Reno's gaze he saw a figure in a...black hood. "Oh, no," Riku thought. He'd probably just seen something no one was supposed to see. But before he could duck behind the car again-

"Hey!" Shit. Reno had caught him. Riku sprinted in the opposite direction, rounded a corner, and disappeared into the night.

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After running for about 15 minutes, he realized he wasn't being followed. He sighed, took a breath, and slowed down. A black hood...that meant The 13 was talking to the drug dealers. What were they up to?

He checked the clock on his phone. 11:02. He sighed. His house had to be at least a few miles away, and the run had made him too tired to walk that far. When he looked up, though, he realized he was close to his favorite coffee shop.

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Coffee shop. Hmmm...sound familiar? Tune in for one more chapter!