Riku was a rainstorm. He was sad (like a dreary mist that hangs around for several days) and angry (like the jagged yellow rips in the sky – there one second, gone the next) and dominating (like the too-loud crashes among the clouds).
Riku washed every stain away, but only on those around him. He carried his own stains (his guilt, his sin, his darkness) around inside, the inky blackness that tainted every part of him from within (watch the tiny white clouds turn into gigantic thunderheads).
He brought life to those around him, but never realized it, because he's Riku.
A/N - Just in case anyone hasn't realized yet, I'll be updating this once a day every day until I run out of drabbles (which isn't going to happen anytime soon). As always, reviews are appreciated. :)