Heroin

2.

Cerulean blue eyes slowly cracked open. Light stung at them the wider open they got.
Why? Why oh why did he go to that damn party last night? Why did he let Roxas get him drinks? Why did he trust him to get drinks?

Before the brunette knew it, he was pissed drunk and flirting with some random guy he didn’t even know….wait….he did know him….he knew him very well….they were friends.

“Dammit….Hayner….”

Slowly sitting up, Sora glanced around his dishevelled room. What the hell had happened in here after they got back?

Lying crumpled on the floor was Roxas, Leon, Hayner and….Cloud?

Sora scratched his head. He didn’t remember Cloud being at the party last night. Hell, he didn’t remember much.

Leaning over to look out of the window, Sora scowled at the dump of a town he lived in.
Hollow Bastion.

However, it had to be better than the shit hole he and Cloud had came from. Midgar really was a dump. Why they had to leave, Cloud would never tell him. All he knew was, it was too painful for the blond male to talk about.

A muffled groan shook Sora out of his hung over musings.

“Morning Roxas.”

“Uh huh.”

“What the hell happened in here?”

Roxas shook the cobwebs from his mind before glancing around the room. He spotted empty beer cans, that empty vodka bottle….and the other….and the other. He spotted the half smoked joints littered around the room. Stifling a pained laugh, he found his reply.

“A typical Friday night I would say?”

“Whatever. The lot of you, fuck off. I’ve got stuff to do today.”

Sora flopped down on his bed and listened to Roxas attempt to wake up the others.

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Someone throwing up shook Riku from his restless nightmarish sleep. His high had wore off right after he succumbed to his lust filled haze and had sex with Sephiroth. His head pounded against his skull. His bones felt like dust. His arms ached.

He had been cut again.

He was beyond caring.

Pulling himself up off of the floor, he struggled though the small living room. Each step felt like agony.

“Fuck Riku. Watch your fucking step! I was just fucking sick!”

“Shit….sorry….” Riku almost droned out. He had stepped on a fiery red head. This one, he remembered his name. Axel.

Finally staggering into the bathroom. Riku made it to the mirror and took a long, hard look at himself. Through his blurry vision, he could make out ghostly white skin. Pallid, thin lips, drawn in cheeks, bones clearly visible. His hair hung limp over his shoulders and part of the way down his back. What struck him heaviest were his eyes.

Previous gleaming aquamarine had paled to nothing. Totally empty and devoid of any emotion or life.

Letting out a pained yell, Riku raised his fist and slammed it into the mirror. Small rivets of broken glass embedding themselves in his knuckles.

Picking each one out, he cleaned the wounds with cold water before moving onto the various cuts on his fore arms.

“Dammit Sephiroth….”

He usually cut himself where prying eyes couldn’t see. Where could be seen would be covered with sweat bands, baggy clothes and the like. These cuts however, couldn’t be hidden.

Glancing out the bathroom window, he stared out at his surroundings. A damn sight better than his old home but still shit nonetheless.

Wounds concealed as best as he could, Riku struggled with his cramping stomach, aching bones, pounding head and craving for his next high. Rattling hands pulled up his jeans. Baggy, dark blue with lighter blue pockets, torn at the knees….looking in need of a wash.
He forced his still bleeding arms into his black sleeveless top and struggled to focus on pulling up the zip. He only managed it half way. It too looked in need of a scrub.
Not even being acknowledged by the rest of his ‘friends’, Riku shakily took his wallet, opened the door, staggered out and purposely slammed it.

“Fuck you RIKU!”

“You already did….fucking bastard….”

Sora stood on his own in his kitchen. Freshly showered and clothed in black baggy jeans with yellow lining on the pockets and his midnight blue vest with a red pocket on the stomach. Somehow he had managed to shake off his sore head and found the strength to take a shower.

Gulping down a shot of Alka Seltzer, he watched as Roxas, Leon and Hayner were almost thrown out of the house by Cloud.

“Cheers for throwing them out Cloud.”

“No bother Sora….why do you never….”

Sora tilted his head and glanced with a decidedly confused air at the older blond.

“Why don’t I ever what?”

“Nothing Sora. Forget it. Now, get the hell out of here. I believe you have a job hunt to do since Uni is over for the summer.”

“Fuck….”

“Thought I had forgotten about that huh?”

Sora sighed deeply and rubbed the side of his head. He always got this dull almost spinning headache with mixing alcohol and hash. Why couldn’t he learn?

Feigning a huff, Sora stepped into the hall, shoved on his black and yellow converse, grabbed his keys and wallet and stomped out the door.

Squinting at the natural light poisoning his senses. Hangover’s should never ever see the light of day.

Slowly, he made his way towards the shopping district of town.

Too busy thinking about the type of jobs he didn’t want, Sora crashed right into a bony chest.

Riku still struggled walking in a straight line. He shouldn’t be doing this in broad daylight. However, he had to. Removing the rolled joint from behind his ear, swiftly lighting it, he placed it to his lips and inhaled deeply.

Swallowing all he could so there was nothing left to exhale, he finally breathed deeply.

“Not the same but an improvement.”

To busy glancing at the joint in his finger tips, Riku bumped into another body.
Both males bounced off one another. Eyes meeting briefly as they straightened themselves up and carried on their paths.

“Pretty hot.”