Through the green eyes of jealousy:

He's always one step ahead of me, and I'm always the one that gives chase.
He says that he searched for me, but when I was the one to locate him, I had already been replaced. Some say the darkness is frightening, but for me it was my only comfort.
When you're in the dark, you can't see anything, hear anything, or feel anything.
To someone always chasing, that is the greatest reprieve they can be offered.
I know I wasn't always looking at him. He had been taken for granted, like the dull life on the islands I always possessed. There were other worlds out there, and I knew it, but I always wanted him to come with me. I never wanted to be this alone.

He says the darkness is a reflection of one's own weakness of heart.
Then I must truly be the most pitiful and weak creature to ever live, to actively choose such a life.
I remember surrendering myself to it. Finally, things would be different. I would have the power to do the things I wanted to do. I could go anywhere at all.
But he didn't take my hand.
When I awoke, I was all alone. I was given a home by Maleficent, told I was very dear to her. Without him I needed someone, anyone, to validate my usefulness.
Even through all that I did for her, I did search. I wanted to be with him still, no matter how the darkness made my senses about such frivolous matters dull.
One night, I finally found him again. He touched me and I felt as though the spark of life I'd been missing was instantly replaced. There was no greater happiness than to see his goofy smile, but then they appeared.
He had new friends. He wasn't at all lonely like I had been. He was still smiling happily through all of the hardship.
For the first time I hated him. I wanted him to disappear, but knowing that I could utterly destroy that smile gave me the patience I needed.
Before he even noticed, I was gone. It's not as though that was any different than usual.
The Keyblade would have chosen me had I not chosen the darkness, but I am still the rightful wielder. I will show him. I will take away so much from him that even he can't possibly keep smiling that same stupid smile.

I remember feeling all of those disgusting things. No matter how much I thought I had numbed myself, I still felt it all. Bottles can only hold things for so long before they crumble to dust.
I thought I had hated him, when really I hated myself. I wasn't strong enough to stand by him in the light, choosing instead the easy way out. I wasn't enough that he wouldn't seek out new friendships.
Even I know how illogical it is: Sora will make friends no matter where he goes or whom he meets. He's just that sort of person. It is something I love and yet hold in such contempt, even now.
I can't let it win anymore. I'm not in the same place now that I was then, but I'll be damned if I'm not always fighting it.
He thinks I conquered the darkness and made it an integral part of myself, only becoming a stronger individual through the struggle. The fool is so naive I can hardly believe it.
He really believes that I am, and always was, stronger than he is. Someone that never loses his smile is so much more impressive than raw, physical strength.
Even now I want to be beside him, but that wish seems just as foolish now as it ever did. I've only ever been behind him, trying to catch up. The idiot really thinks there were times when he was running after me. If only he knew.

Riku roused himself from sleep as the dregs of sluggishness dragged down his limbs. With a soft groan he stretched his upper body and then his legs, willing himself to sit up on the bed. After that definite accomplishment, he set the balls of his feet upon the wooden floor.
Why does blood flow have to be such a pain? He offhandedly thought in annoyance, trying to stand up with some semblance of balance. No such thing could be found, yet he managed to make it to the window. He had no desire for the sunlight to blind his eyes, but he knew it would help him wake up faster.
Anything to get out of this dream-like state. In this state of being, dreams seemed as though they could materialize around him as though they had always been occupants of reality, and that terrified Riku more than anything.
I don't want to see things I cannot have. He willed only the real within his vicinity, refusing to see anything else.

I almost miss that stupid blind-fold. He mocked himself derisively, even though the most it would do was slightly obstruct his vision rather than completely take the gift of sight away.
He had a better grip on his jealousy over Sora these days, but the darkness in his heart would never let him be entirely free of it.
Unconsciously he blew at his bangs, being so used to them covering his eyes.
Oh, right. Haircut. That did happen. It was a welcome change to reflect everything else in his current life, but he still wasn't entirely used to the lack of excess fluff.
Opening the window by pulling the panes inward, a refreshing gust of air greeted his face. He couldn't help but smile at the pleasant feeling against his skin. Such tranquil feelings wouldn't last long, however, as something hard immediately hit his cheek. His body jerked at the unexpected sensation, and he immediately looked around for what he was sure to be a very large bug. None presented themselves and his gaze eventually fell to the floor between his feet.
He picked up the foreign object and inspected it closely, completely taken aback by what it was.
It's a goddamn gumi ship part. What in the... Why would... His thoughts immediately led to an annoyed sigh and the whispered words, "It's him again."
"Riku!" The call was right on cue, spilling in from outside the window.
With a groan he got back on his feet, keeping the gumi piece between his thumb and index finger.
"Would you stop doing this so early in the morning?!" Riku yelled as he poked his head out of the window, trying to spy the only one stupid enough to pull this kind of stunt on him and live to tell the tale.
A pause. "Should I do it in the afternoon?" The entirely sincere question came from a head hidden under a tuft of brown spikes.
Riku used his free hand to smack himself in the face. "No, you idiot. Stop doing this entirely!" His words were seething as he thrust the hand holding the gumi outward. "Who even does this? Do you know how rare these parts are? Also, out of every use of a space ship part, you decide to throw them at my window?!"
"I had nothing else to throw." Sora's voice sounded apologetic but not enough to give Riku any solace.
"Then don't throw anything!" He spat the last of his venom out with those words, and sighed as he calmed himself down. "Just... Just knock on the door like a sane person would do." His tone was gentle, as though he were trying to teach a puppy proper manners. The analogy wasn't too far off the mark.
The figure below him performed a mock salute. "Yes, sir!" The smile never left his face.
Riku turned away from the window and placed the tiny gumi on his night table. His expression was like that of an emotionless mask. He made his way into the closet in order to get changed and ready for the day ahead. This day would definitely be nothing but quality Sora-time.
"I must be a goddamned masochist," he sighed as he put a fresh, clean shirt over his head.