Ok, I was listening to iTunes on random and this song played. I got inspiration! 'Tis the only songfic I'm really proud of.Woot!
Song: Existentialism On Prom Night
By: Straylight Run
When the sun came up, we were sleeping in, sunk inside our blankets, sprawled across the bed, and we were dreaming...
Riku's eyes fluttered open and he looked about his bed for a form beside him. Only seeing a slurred version of his plaid comforter, he rubbed the unnecessary gunk from his eyes. After blinking a few times, his blurry vision faded into darkness, then back to normal. He looked about the room and in the corner of his eye he noticed a delicate looking hand fall over the end of the bed. It formed into a fist and rose over the cover, along with another hand. A yawn emerged from the bundle, followed by a light, raspy sounding voice.
"Riiiiku?"
Riku leaned over to kiss Sora. At that moment, Riku's older sister walked through the door, dropping the entire breakfast she had cooked for the two. She looked at Riku and then to Sora. She knew it. She knew it all that moment. Everything that she had hoped it wasn't... it was.
"Get out."
There are moments when...when I know it ends. The world revolves around us. And we're keeping it... Keep it all going, this delicate balance, vulnerable, all knowing.
Riku's eyes filled with hurt as Sora's filled with terror. Riku jumped off of the bed and looked his sister in the eyes. He screamed at her, his face red and tears streaming off onto the floor. Sora watched Riku's tears fall, his mouth move. The screams made no sound. He ran past the two, making Riku stop in mid-yell and start to run after him. His sister grabbed his arm and dug her nails into his wrist. The sound of his door slamming made him jerk, making them dig in further.
"Fuck you."
Riku swung his free fist into her abdomen. Her hand released him and she fell to the floor. He ran after Sora, knowing where he would be.
Sing like you think no one's listening. You would kill for this, just a little bit, just a little bit. You would... Sing like you think no one's listening. You would kill for this, just a little bit, just a little bit. You would, you would...
Sora got to his front door and fell to his knees, gasping for breath. He held onto his doorknob and looked behind him. Riku came into his vision. Riku ran over to him and held him. Sora's hand let go of the doorknob. He looked at Riku's wound and grimaced.
"Was that for me...?"
Sing me something soft, sad and delicate, or loud and out of key, sing me anything.
We're glad for what we've got. Done with what we've lost. Our whole lives lay out right in front of us.
Sing like you think no one's listening. You would kill for this, just a little bit, just a little bit. You would... Sing like you think no one's listening. You would kill for this, just a little bit. You would, you would...
Riku held Sora tighter. He wiped the tears off of Sora's cheek and put his hand over Sora's own. He sniffled and Sora looked up at him.
Sing me something soft, sad and delicate, or loud and out of key, sing me anything...
"Why wouldn't it be?"
Alright! That's it. Give me some feedback if u wanna! Thanks!