Broken Chapter 10: Five Years Later, a kingdom hearts fanfic

Disclaimer: I, orgymoogle, do not own Kingdom Hearts (none of em'!) or any of the characters or creatures in it. Nor do I own its plots, storylines, or any of its other geniusness. I am merely an obsessed fangirl writing a fanfiction.

A/N: Ok...I wasn't expecting this to be the last chapter, but...the rest of the plot for this story was just kinda stupid, so...I decided to end it here. I'm sorry! And I'm also sorry this chapter is really short and probably sucks...my apologies!

P.S. The chapter is what the chapter name is.

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Veonora: Here ya go! Thanks for reading my story!

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Broken

Chapter 10: Five Years Later

"Okay. Well, I'll see you later, then," a young man around the age of twenty waved goodbye to a petite blonde-haired girl, grinning as she grinned back.

"Bye." She waved slightly before entering her small apartment, leaving the boy behind.

The young man stood, watching the door for a few moments before sighing contentedly and turning around to leave. It was dark, and he had to head back to his own apartment.

He walked rather slowly, taking in his surroundings. It was a peaceful night, the moon was almost full, the sky was a bit cloudy, there was a slight breeze, and you could hear crickets chirping. No one else really seemed to be out, or else they were just lurking in the shadows.

As the handsome young man walked, he accidentally passed a library...a certain library. The library. He stared for a moment at the small brick building, the sign that informed passerbys that it was the library, the green grass surrounding the place full of books.

But then, his eyes wandered over to the distance, just a little beyond the library. They followed the sidewalk, and eventually came to the very spot that the man was standing. His eyes widened, and he froze.

Was there a reason this was happening now? Did the world want to remind him of all these painful memories? He tried to block them out, but found it was more difficult than he thought. Flashes of crimson liquid, sirens flashing, and a hand being pulled from his....

He shook his head, granting his memories leave, and once being able to feel his feet again began to walk. Walk away from that place. He began walking faster, feeling the tension in the air release, feeling his mind clear. As if just being in that place made him...lose it.

Finally, he reached his apartment and unlocked the door, feeling a rush of cool air hit him as he entered. The lights were off, so he imagined his roommate, Roxas, was already asleep. Closing the front door behind him, he felt his way to his room and opened the door.

He flipped on the lightswitch once in and entered, throwing his backpack onto his bed. He changed into some loose, light blue PJs and hopped onto his bed, ready for a goodnight's sleep. Turning on his alarm clock, glancing at a certain picture for a few moments and then kissing it goodnight, he turned off his light and went to sleep.

His eyes shot open abruptly, his breathing was heavy. He just sat there for a moment, and then slowly turned his head to the side. His eyes had adjusted to the dark, so he could see the picture pretty clearly. Taking his eyes away for a second, he glanced at his alarm clock. It read 3:04 AM. Looking back at the beloved picture, he sat up and reached out to take it. Once it was safely in his arms, he stared at it for about 15 minutes. He studied the two boys in the picture very closely, especially one in particular.

At around 3:30, he got up from his bed and changed into some clothes. Putting on a heavy coat, he left his room, then his apartment, and entered the freezing cold. He ignored the cold, and walked down the hard steps to the ground, where he safely planted his feet. He knew it was 3:00 AM, but he didn't really care.

He walked and walked, until he came across a place with many gravestones, and he entered. Hoping no one would think he was grave-robbing, he couldn't help but notice how the night had changed. It was now freezing cold, the clouds were darker and there were more of them--covering more light from the moon--the crickets were no longer chirping, the air was eerily still, and there was a slight mist forming on the ground.

He listened to his steady stepping, one foot in front of the other. He just couldn't get this off of his mind, it was even in his dreams! That's why he was here.

Finally, he stopped in front of a certain grave and stared at it for a moment. With a light, soft voice, he began to speak.

"H-hey, Riku..." he began, smiling a bit at the gravestone. "I'm sorry I haven't been here to see you this week...I've been pretty busy..." he paused. "Naminé's doing good...and so are Wakka and Tidus...Kairi and Selphie are nice now, too...." He gulped, and then continued, "I...I really miss you...." Tears began to form in his eyes, and he didn't feel the strength to stop them. "Every night I dream about you...in the dreams, we're both together again, at school, at your...at your old house...at the park...anywhere...sometimes we're even in that old forest...." He paused again, looking back on the old memory. "Do you remember, Riku? That time that you saved me...." Tears were now running down his cheeks. "And then, sometimes we're in my old house...and...." He took a long pause here, swallowing hard. "Sometimes......sometimes we're in...the hospital...." another pause. "I...miss you a lot...I miss crawling into bed with you when there was a storm...I miss you holding me when I cried...I miss you kissing my forehead and telling me that everything was going to be alright..." his voice broke, "I'm sorry, Riku..." he managed through choked sobs. "I'm still the crybaby that I used to be...." He didn't know how he got there, but he was suddenly on his hands and knees in the dirt at Riku's grave.

He cried for about half an hour, and then it began to rain, mixing the tears and rain together that now ran down his face. After about 20 more minutes, he calmed down, and just sat there in silence, a few silent tears still streaming down his cheeks.

The rain stayed falling at a medium pace, and the dirt Sora was in turned to mud. He didn't care, though.

In truth, he wasn't sure how he had survived these five years. After Riku had died--and by his cruel father, at that--Sora totally broke. He supposed he had moved on with the help of his other friends...Naminé, Wakka, Tidus...Kairi and Selphie, later. But...he felt--he knew that part of him was still broken and would remain broken forever. Some scars were permanant....

Slowly lifting his head to look upon that cold gravestone with his sad, cerulean blue eyes, he couldn't help but think that maybe if he had never met Riku, none of this would've happened. If he hadn't met Riku, then Riku wouldn't have saved him from his father, and maybe then his father wouldn't have gone crazy, so Riku never would have....

But, even though Sora wished more than anything that Riku could be with him again, he was glad the gorgeous silver-haired teen had talked to him that fateful day at school. And, he felt like Riku was glad, too.

Pressing his forehead against the cold cobblestone grave, Sora whispered three simple but completely true and meaningful words.

"I love you."

A/N: ....I know, short and sucky. I'm sorry! Well, please don't hate me for killing Riku and giving you such a short last chapter...this is just how it came out.

Thanks to all for reading my story until the end, and reviewing. I hope the end was at least satisfying...and I just wanna say, I know some stories get like, thousands of reviews, but those are very rare, and you guys rock for giving me almost a hundred!! Thanks!!!

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