Okie depressing fanfic. Kingdom Hearts one. Hope you like it. SoraxRiku. Don't like, don't read. Rated for attempted suicide and language.

The Cuts That Pierce Your Skin

You never realized how much I cared for you did you? It was always her. She was the only one you ever cared about and we've been best friends our entire lives. But no...all you can do, is think about her. You never notice me anymore. Even when I'm down, you may ask me, but its only once. You never ask me if I'm ok a minute or two later. You run off...to go see her.

flashback

Sitting on the paopu tree, the silver haired boy sat all alone, a forlorn and depressed look upon his face. He heard the creaks of feet on the wood behind him. He felt the brown haired boy sit beside him on the tree. But he just sat there. Waiting for him to talk.

"Hey Riku, are you ok?" Only then did Riku turn to face his friend, a little smirk on his face. However, if Sora would have payed more attention, he would have realized that this smirk was unlike the others. This one was fake.

"Yeah, I'm ok. I'm just thinking."

Sora smiled in that innocent way and nodded, seemingly happy with that response. Riku turned, once again, to the sunset, hoping that Sora would break the silence, like he used to. They only sat in quietness, until Sora stood up.

"I'm going to go now, Riku. Bye!" With that said, he turned around and ran over the bridge and down the stairs. 'Off to go see 'her' again' Riku thought sullenly, the depressing mood coming back and ripping at his insides until he let a tear course its way down his perfectly shaped cheek.

He was left all alone again, and he knew that he had lost all of his hope, as another tear ran down his cheek.

end flashback

Riku lay on his bed with his arms behind his head, the loud metallic music bursting in his ears. His door was locked and more than once had his mother come to the door, asking him if he was ok. Riku snorted. 'She'd be the only god damn person on this whole fucking island that would give a fuck if I died. But, she'd get over it. Everyone gets over death.'

Riku glared at the ceiling. He didn't know why but for some reason, he was very pissed. He'd been in his room for three days now. He hadn't eaten anything but he wasn't hungry. For some strange reason, he wasn't hungry anymore. Or tired. Or Much of anything really.

Guessing it would be good if he left the house, Riku stood up, and pulled on a black long sleeved shirt and some blue jeans. As he finished getting ready, he glanced in the mirror and winced at himself. He looked a mess. His eyes were red and puffy and they had dark circles underneath them, contrasting wildly with his pale skin and sea green eyes. He realized that he looked skinnier as well.

Sighing to himself, he unlocked his door and walked out and as he walked into the living room, he spotted his mother, cooking dinner. He did feel a little guilty for her because she was worried about him, but that guilt soon went away. Guilt was a useless emotion, after all.

"Mom, I'm going out." His voice sounded weird, even to his own ears but he paid it no mind. As his mother turned around abruptly, his eyes widened as he saw tear tracks on her pretty face. Before he knew what was happening, he was enveloped into a hug that nearly cracked his ribs. She was sobbing on his chest. His arms wrapped around her tightly but his eyes were still wide, wondering why she was crying so hysterically.

As she got herself under control, she pulled away and stared at his face. His eyes, especially. The piercing gaze made Riku turn his head to the side slightly, avoiding his mother's stare. She stopped after a few seconds and pulled Riku into the dining room, setting him down at his seat. He tried to protest but she glared at him and he shut up. When she placed food in front of him, his stomach gave a lurch but he ignored it and proceeded to eat, his throat constricting around it, nearly making him choke. He sighed in relief as he finally, after seemingly hours, finished his food. His mother had been done with hers and watched out of the corner of her eye the reactions to the food as he ate it. She was worried about him going without food for this amount of time and it looks like her worrying paid off. As Riku stood up from the table, he headed for the door, thanked his mother, and walked outside, leaving his mother shocked and seated at the table.

The dark of the night was slowly descending over the island, covering it in a blanket of black. Riku plodded to the place he loved the most. The Paopu Island. When he finally got there, he sat on the bent tree, shivering slightly in the cold. He stared ahead at the blank vastness of water, hoping that, if he fell, he would be swallowed and he would drown. 'Fat chance.' he mumbled in his brain. As he heard the creaking of wood from the bridge, he tensed up, wondering who it was and why they were out here at this time of night. He continued his stare up, looking at the moon, and hoping the person would take the hint and leave.

"Riku...you haven't been out here for days...have you been alright?"

Riku glared at the moon as the brunet sat beside him, obviously not noticing the reaction that he was causing. Sora turned to him, and his breath caught in his throat. Riku, even under the circumstances, looked beautiful. You could barely see the dark circles under his eyes and for that, Sora was glad. But, Sora also noticed the angry expression on Riku's face. He wondered why he was angry.

"Riku, what's wrong? You haven't talked to me in days."

When the silver headed boy didn't answer, Sora touched his shoulder slightly.

"Don't...Don't touch me." he hissed, violently jerking away from his friend, and making his blue eyes widen in shock, fear and confusion.

"Riku, what's the matter? What's your problem?" Sora's voice was hard and displeased but all that faded as the green eyed boy whipped his head around, his silver locks flying around his head, then settling after the action. Only then didn't he notice 'how' dark the circles were. The glare was settled upon him now, and he gulped nervously, wondering why his friend was acting this way.

"Don't ask me that. Don't touch me. Don't talk to me. Don't do anything. Just leave me the hell alone." Saying that, Riku jumped up and dodged his friend, running across the bridge, down the stairs and across the beach. He heard Sora's yells but didn't listen. He heard Sora's feet scraping against the sand a few meters behind him. He heard Sora streaming out curses but he didn't care. He ran and that's all he wanted to do. He wanted to get away from Sora as quickly as possible but he doubted that it should be so easy. As always, he was right. Every corner he turned, Sora was right behind him. Every tree he managed to dodge, Sora somehow dodged as well. Without realizing it, he had run to the secret cave. As he ran in and slowed to a stop, Sora did the same.

Riku sat in the darkest corner, huddling up and breathing hard. He felt as if he were going to pass out. All those days without food and proper rest had drained him. And now he was regretting it. He heard Sora's labored breathing come closer and once again he tensed up, knowing he couldn't get out of this one. Sora's ragged breaths soon ceased, but Riku's still lingered. He felt so weak and so hurt, he just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry himself to sleep, but he knew he couldn't do that. Not with Sora there.

The said boy kneeled down in front of Riku's huddled form and looked down at him with sympathy. Riku was once so strong but now, he looked as if he had lost it all. His shine, his pride, his smirks, his teases, everything that was him. Sora leaned closer and wrapped his arms around his friends figure, not knowing what would happen, but right now, he didn't care. He wanted Riku back. He wanted 'his' Riku back.

Surprisingly, Riku stayed like that, not resisting nor accepting Sora's embrace. Sora sighed in relief as Riku's breath returned to normal. He didn't like seeing Riku like that. It unnerved him. As Riku started to pull away, Sora tightened his hold on the silver haired teen. He wasn't going to let him get away now. Whatever it took, he was going to find out what the problem with Riku was.

"Sora...Let me go."

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

Riku sighed in defeat. "There's nothing wrong." He mumbled. He knew Sora wouldn't be satisfied with that answer but it was worth a try. He just wanted to go home, go to sleep and die. Was that so hard to do?

"Then why did you run from me?"

"I didn't want to talk."

"Why? We used to be so close? What happened that made us tear apart, Riku? When did this happen?"

Riku violently pulled away from Sora, causing Sora to fall backwards onto his butt, hard. The green eyed teen glared at him as if he'd asked the most stupid questions in all the world. Sora glared back.

"You don't know, do you? You never pay attention, Sora! Maybe if you would have opened your pretty blue eyes you would have seen, but you didn't, did you? You keep your eyes on Kairi. That's all your world is about now." Riku paused to harden his glare. "Why are you wasting your time talking to me when you could be off at her house, fucking her senseless?"

As Riku stood up to leave, a hand reached up and violently pulled him back down to where he fell ungracefully onto his behind with a surprised yelp of disapproval. He winced slightly in pain as his bottom hit the rocky ground heavily. His glare returned but soon faded away as Sora grabbed his chin with a forceful hand and a glare of his own that rivaled Riku's. It wasn't the glare that made him back down. It was the ferocity of his eyes. The dark churning azure color to them. And the hand that had his face in a rough hold. His face was brought only centimeters from the brown headed boy's.

"What the hell are you talking about, Riku?! I'm not wasting my time here because its obvious you need help! And what the hell are you talking about, me and Kairi?! I don't like her that way! And you should know that! Maybe if you opened your eyes you could see that, but your so stuck up your own ass, you can't see!"

Riku's eyes narrowed into slits so that you could barely see the color of them. They looked almost like the sea, right before a terrible storm. "Fuck you!! What the hell do you know?! You don't know what I think! You don't know anything! Just leave me the hell alone, Sora!!" Riku shoved Sora back and stood up, stomping towards the entrance to the cave and when a hand grabbed his sleeve, he whipped around, and slapped Sora across the face, leaving a dark red hand print streaked over the slightly tan skin. At first, everything was quiet, just like a graveyard. You probably could even hear a pin drop. But Riku's glare didn't soften as Sora's eyes widened and filled with tears. He just turned around and ran away. Sora could only stare after him, dumbfounded, that his best friend had slapped him. He was also partially shocked at the words that Riku yelled at him. The brown headed teen knew that he went too far. Riku needed help and then he turned around and started yelling at him.

Sora went back deeper into the cave and sat down in the spot that Riku had, before he finally allowed himself to cry.