His weapon lifted into the air, dangerously clashing against the twin blades.  Clash.  Screech.  Sweat formed on his forehead as he swung the blade in an upward swoop, grimmacing as the metal sound of weapon-on-weapon entered his ears.  Frown.  Glare.  Scowl.  Gracefully, he sidestepped, avoiding the blond's potentially fatal attack.  Snicker.   A set of green eyes locked with startled blue and the clanging of weapons danced throughout the open street once again.  Darkness.  Fear.  Heartless.  A groan slipped from his parted, pale lips as he began lunging forward with the blade pivoted at such an angle that sent his enemie's weapon flying away.  Clang.  Clatter.  Stare.

"Give it up," he demanded, gripping the black, bump adnored keyblade ever so increasingly tighter.  "You're nothing but a fake, a carbon copy of the real life.  You're no match to me," he spat emotionlessly.

The blond shot the blindfolded male a harsh glare.  But even behind that blindfold he could see those piercing green eyes he had met during battle.  Laugh.  Smirk.  Step.   He ambled closer, his two blades out of sight.  The blond tentatively tugged his hood off his head, shaking his hair free of its restraints.

"Want another round?" the silveret asked lamely.

"You want to see him, don't you?" the blond asked guardedly, brows furrowing together in frustration.  "Don't lie," he continued, his callused hands rising to sweep across the taller's pale cheeks.  Smirk.  Laugh.  "Just ask.  I'll let him come out."

"He's not a part of you anymore," growled the taller darkly, flinching from the touch.  Caricature.  Fake.  Heartless.  Nobody.

"Really?" laughed the blond as he conclusively pulled away.  "Two minutes.  I'll give you two minutes with him."

Before the silveret had time to remark angrily at the mere thought of Roxas pulling a joke on him, something happened.  Riku could sense it.  That dark aurora was gone and replaced with light . Light.  He could feel it.  Smile.  Confused look.  Eyes widening.

"Is this....a dream?" asked the brunet who now took the place of the blond.  Bewilderment was etched onto his face.  This place.  He had never seen it before.  Large.  Dark.  Empty.  Desolate.  Lonely.

The older's breath hitched, his hands trembling by his sides.  "It's you..." he whispered, voice cracking due to his own weakness.  "Sora, it's you.."

Sora numbed.  So it wasn't a dream?  The brunet stepped closer, wrapping his arms tightly around the blindfolded silver haired teen.  He buried his face against the other's chest.  Warm.  Safe.  Secure.  "I missed you...I looked everywhere," Sora murmured, his words becoming muffeled against Riku's cloak.  "Missed you so much.  Are you sure this isn't a dream?  It's really you?"

Riku nodded stupidly, his hands blindly placing themselves onto Sora's shoulders.  Acting upon instinct, the silveret lowered his lips towards Sora's face.  Before their lips could meet, the older was shoved back violently, landing squarely on his backside.  A round of pain entered Riku as he sat on the icy street, confusion running through him.  He had almost kissed Sora.  He had almost confessed.  Sora was here.  Sora was his.  Hate.  Regret.  Love.

"You're pathetic," Roxas laughed, meandering over to the seated teen.  "So pathetic.  Yet, I can see why Sora loves you."

"He..."  Riku didn't believe it.

"Have fun playing games with your heart, Riku.  At least you have one."

And he left.  Roxas and Sora left him in the darkness. 

Sora...