Cigarettes, a kingdom hearts fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts...End of Story.

After, a year (or two or three, I forgot), my sluggish brain responds to my pleas for ideas. Just a random idea I thought of. Enjoy.

Oh, and I know the song and the "moral", I guess, probably fit Sasuke from Naruto better, but you know what, I've procrastinated for too long to take this off. So you get what you get. :)

Chapter 1

Man I love this rap game
Mainly cuz its cool
To add a little spice to the life you've been through
Everyone exaggerates a tiny little bit
Make your record sound more gangster than it really is

"...Riku...why...?"

As the character named Riku looked down on Sora, he smiled. But the smile was so empty of mirth that, Sora would have preferred a scowl. The voice that spoke was full of sarcasm and gloating.

"Because I chose to."

You can't appear weak, man
We wanna hear street
We wanna hear you spit your thug over this here beat
Don't take it as sarcastic
I can't get enough
I'm telling you
You can call my bluff
If it's not rough, then I really don't need it

"But...why?"

"Simple. I wanted to become stronger than you. I wanted to show you that I'm no longer the idiot who was your friend, who cared about everything and everyone around him. Because when it comes down to it, it's all about me."

I'm not even ashamed
I got too much reality that's filling up my brain
So sell me on that product, I'm addicted to the game
Suck it up like a cigarette, light it up (man)
"What about Kairi? Don't you care for her?"

Anger was replacing shock and overwhelmed Sora into a rage.

"What about our parents, and Tidus, Selphie, or Wakka? What about the island?" Sora yelled.

"Oh, them? They're unimportant. I can have new adventures beyond the islands now. Who'd want to go back?" Riku said simply.

"But I do."

And he did, for the darkness had finally consumed his heart and his thirst for power could not be quenched.

Let me tell you something that I realize tonight
My hip hop radio's like Marlboro Light
They're both selling stories and they sound about the same
Cigarettes say they're safe, rappers claim they really bang
We don't care if it's true when we lay the money down
We don't believe the words, we just love the way they sound
They're acting like we're idiots, they're lying to our face
Maybe we are idiots, we buy it anyway
"So, then, who promised you power, huh! Maleficent!" Sora yelled, tears streaming down his face and his voice cracking from sadness as well as anger.

"Yeah. She's my one ticket to power because she's gonna help me," Riku said, smiling at Sora's unrestrained emotion.

I'm runnin' out to get the next rapper's CD
Just suckin' up the guns, drugs, and misogyny
The same way that I suck up all the stories

When I breathe that little bit of death supposedly cancer-free and
Everything they say's got the truth twisted up
But twisted up's what I want man, I can't get enough
Cuz even though we know it's all just a big bluff
We just light another up, yeah
We don't give a what

"And personally, it doesn't matter what I have to pay. As long as I become stronger, it's fine with me."

"AAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!"

Sora charged and swung the Keyblade. Riku jumped and landed safely away on his feet. Sora charged again. Riku was ready. He gave a mighty swing with his blade and Sora flew backwards.

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Once in a while but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, your body's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel cool
Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do
Over and over but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, your body's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel cool

Riku walked up to Sora's prone form. Sora grabbed the Keyblade and swung. Riku jumped back to dodge the blow. A second blow caught him off guard. He slid back on his feet.

"So...you finally managed to hit me."

The words were just words. But to Sora, they brought back memories of a time when there were no such things as Heartless and Keyblades, no Maleficents or Ansems. Just life and its pleasures back on the islands.

Man, listen to my words, Listen for a while
Lip Service radio, don't touch the dial
If you're in the car
Turn up the track, man
Give your whole neighborhood some second hand rap
Hey, As Matter of fact, Listen for a while
Lip Service radio, don't touch the dial
If you're in the car man
Turn up the track
Give the whole neighborhood some second hand rap
More hot, fresh tears stung his eyes, his hands shook, and his body quivered.

"Please, Riku. Come back."

"As if."

And he charged. He and Sora both charged, blades ready, as they met in midair.

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Once in a while but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, your body's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel cool
Just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Over and over but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, your body's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel cool

Riku watched as Sora lay on the floor, unconscious. Then he smiled. The cruel smile of the darkness that resided inside of him.

'I'll kill him another time. After all, I can toy with him and still win.'

But as he walked away, something pricked his heart.

'Ungh! What was that? Oh well, guess it was nothing.'

But the regret remained in that small part of him that was still Riku. That still loved the life he had once had.