A/N: Just a short drabble. Verreh short. It was written on my hand originally. In very small letters.
He's like Riku.
But he's not.
He looks like Riku.
He sounds like Riku.
He feels like Riku.
But he's not.
Sora can't help himself. It's Riku.
It has to be Riku.
He wants to believe it's Riku.
Wants to believe he has his best friend back.
And not just an empty shell.
He wants to believe everything will be okay.
That it could be okay.
That life could be like it used to be.
And not like it is in this desolate place.
Not like it is now.
Right now this Riku is all that Sora has.
This wrong Riku.
This void of Riku.
This pretender, who couldn't possibly be Riku.
Who couldn't possibly be anyone but Riku.
Riku's the reason Sora made it this far.
Not this Riku.
The real Riku.
Every moment around him hurts.
Sora doesn't want to touch him.
He can't help himself.
All he wants is Riku.
All he's got is this.
This tainted, poisoned Riku.
But it's such sweet poison.
So wrong, so right.