Theme - Death. May the sobbing commence.

Riku was broody after I killed him, but that's divine retribution for me. Don't ask me why or where this plot came from. I just had the image of Riku's death and the rest followed suit. No, I don't always think about how Riku should die o0

Dedication: Astaldotholwen.

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It's inevitable. We all die sometime. But who decided sometime meant now?

Break My Heart

The trails moved with a mocking drag. They wanted to test the speed of annoyance. Nerve endings wailed at their origin, distracting. The crimson tears took little notice, obsessed over the battle-worn flesh of their host.

Riku drove the heel of his palm across his cheek, streaking scarlet across the pale canvas. He thought back to his decision to stop wearing gloves and sighed. Now his face and hands felt slick. Add another stupid call to the list.

He spit out curses to the attacking Neoshadows, giving each an individual death, no injury the same. His newest wound was buried deep within his hair, rusting the lustrous metal. He hated trying to clean it; the tarnish always clung.

Descriptionless claws raked between his tensed shoulder blades, aiming for the desired prize. It wasn't golden. Irrelevant. The victory would be the same.

Riku fell to his knees. The new position made it easier to spin about and thrust Soul Eater into the creature's abdomen. The winged blade didn't linger there, its wielder swinging, with lowered accuracy, at the stragglers in the group.

'This really isn't my day.' His back complained to him, incessant cries that demanded pity. Riku ran faster, knowing this gap of peace would soon fill.

"Shit. My death scene would be cliché." The laughing water from above, polar ice, played within his hair, on his body, as the clouds stole the sky. The rain amused him on a small level; at least it meant a head start on cleaning his hair.

Riku touched his pendant, continuing through the slicking streets. His hand clasped the keychain, pleading. He shook his head, his silver hair spitting sky tears. In the long run, it would be at his disadvantage.

'Soul Eater will take care of me.'

He grabbed onto a fire escape ladder, the old metal ringing out a treacherous alarm. Riku named it under his breath and continued up the building.

Heartless, hundreds of shadows swarmed the alley, ascending the structure. Their prey found amusement in their easy climb; this lack of a break felt impish, teasing. Riku couldn't contain himself, laughing as he claimed the rooftop.

The storm awoke and offered it applause, awaiting the climax with selfish lust. Riku returned the favour, an obscene motion twisting his hands before they clutched Soul Eater's hilt.

A wave of aureate glistened amidst the black sea of Heartless, the count choosing exponential as growth preference. He remembered when those eyes would haunt him at night. He scoffed.

Riku thought he should plot options, but decided against it. This game was going to end one way or the other, no secret ending.

His friends were lost to him, unable to help no matter the attempt made. He figured they would cry and that would be justice enough for letting him be stupid and pull the "sacrificing hero" bit.

Riku smirked, the darkness staining his aqua eyes. He'd forced them to leave, not willing to listen to the "we're a team" speech anymore. They needed to live and win the war. This battle wasn't worth much more than him.

"It's a shame that you failed your reconnaissance, kids." The shadows writhed under his voice. "Tell Xemnas I'll see him in hell."

Riku felt the shards of his keychain cling to his heart as Soul Eater pierced through the scar across his back. He laughed. Dying by his own blade felt so anti-climatic.

"Oh well." Those teasing crimson tears toyed with his lips and chest. He didn't have the energy to brush them away.

His body felt light, finally knowing what the rain must experience. Free fall.