Heroin

3.

Riku sat in a darkened corner of the small courtyard area out the back of his work. Lights hurt his aching eyes too much to even consider venturing back into its glare.

Once again he had been reprimanded for;

One - Being extremely late,
Two - Stinking of smoke that certainly was not from normal cigarettes,
Three - Looking totally unpresentable even for the dead,
And finally four - Being pig ignorant to everyone that even glanced in his direction.
In all, Riku was having one of the worst down days he could think of. However, one thing had piqued his interest that morning.

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While almost staggering the mile long walk to his boring, mind numbing, spirit crushing part time job of serving ‘fuck wit customers’ and ‘bowing to his bosses every whim’, said silver haired male had literally bumped into….rather, fell into someone quite unexpected.

He thought back to that slightly hazy morning.

While aimlessly wandering down the crowded street, he pulled an already rolled joint from behind his ear and swiftly lit it.

Too busy staring at the item in between his thumb and index finger, Riku staggered over his laces slightly, causing him to bump into someone, thus said joint hitting the pavement dejectedly, almost sadly.

Slightly angered aquamarine eyes glared at the person he had bumped into. Wide cerulean eyes stared back into his before quickly looking away and continuing their path down the way Riku had come.

Riku was forced to do a double take as his weary mind caught up with his eyes.
Mouth hung open and eyes forced themselves wide.

He would recognise that brunette anywhere even though he had never seen him before.

“Was that really him?”

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Riku glared up at the sunlit sky. His arms still throbbed and pulsed in agitated rage. Blood was slowly starting to seep through the thin lace of bandages he had wrapped around them. His body was starving. His stomach crunched and tightened inside him.

He needed more and the male in possession was not with him. He was still at their home, recovering from the previous night.

“Damn Sephiroth….”

“Come on Riku! Get your ass in here!”

Riku winced at the sound of his bosses voice from the back of the store.

Damn how he hated his job. He worked in a store that sold everything. And when he said everything, he meant everything.

It was almost like a Bazaar of some sort. All the random crap under the sun. hell, the place didn’t even have a name.

“Riku!”

Wincing again, Riku slid off of the wooden table he had been perched on and growled at his legs to stop shaking.

“Coming Leon….jackass….”

Slowly and painfully, Riku forced his body inside the private hell he called. ‘Riku’s come down in painful reality’.

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Sora flipped his phone shut and smiled slightly.

Himself, Roxas, Cloud, and Hayner were all going to head out to the opening of the newest nightclub in Hollow Bastion.

‘The Garage’

Aptly named due to the fact that it used to be, as fate would have it, a used car garage gone bankrupt.

Sora was indeed beginning to perk up. His hash head had ebbed and his job hunt was going rather well. Now all he had to do was pop into Leon’s work and tell him about the plans. He knew that Leon would say yes in an instant, mainly due to the fact that he had a huge crush on Cloud and was looking for the opportune moment to ask the blond male out.

Finally reaching the strange place that Leon had somehow came into co-owning, Sora shoved the heavy metal door open and slunk in.

He glanced around for a few seconds looking for the dark haired male.

Nothing. He could hear noises through the back but even friends of the co-owner couldn’t venture back there.

However, Sora had been known to do slightly dumb things. He wandered nonchalantly over to the counter and peered round behind it. He could just see inside the back room.
Leon wasn’t there.

“Where the hell is he? This place aint that big.”

“Can I help you?” A rough sounding voice echoed through the small store as Sora paled and spun round.

“Oh, ummm, no….I’m fine.”

“Uh huh. Why are you poking about back there?”

“Looking for my friend….Leon….is he here?”

The male, taller then Sora by a good few inches, slowly moved over to stand right in front of him. Tired green eyes widened slightly as they scrutinised the brunette.

“You….I….”

“Oh yeh! I bumped into you earlier on today. Sorry about that!” Sora chirped, finally recognising the silver haired male.

Riku winced at the high pitch of Sora’s voice. It seemed today that everything hurt his already shredded sentences.

“Is he here?”

“What?….No, but he will be back soon. You could wait if you want. I’ve got stuff to do. I will be watching you though.”

Sora recoiled slightly. How the hell did a guy this damn rude and cocky have a job and he didn’t?

He pulled a face as the silver haired male turned and headed back the way he had come. “Phew, smoked one too many.”

Riku whipped his head round and glared at the shorter male before vanishing behind a shelf full of unopened boxes of what Sora could surmise as, junk.

Ten minutes past, and Sora was tiring of the other teen ‘watching’ him. He decided to turn his back to the silver haired male so he couldn’t feel those poisonous eyes glaring back into his.

Whistling softly, Sora glanced at all the random items pinned up on the walls.

“Stop that.”

Huffing, Sora spun round and growled at the irritable youth now right in front of him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Tits like you coming in and pissing the hell out of me.”

“Damn, what side of who’s bed did you wake up on?”

The older teen immediately shrunk back. The brunette had struck a nerve. Fair enough, he woke up lying on the floor. It was the fact that the way he woke up on the floor that was just wrong.

His pale, naked flesh covered in both goose bumps and sweat. The way his long, slim legs were erotically entangled in another equally pale pair of legs. The way skinny arms were wrapped creepily powerfully around his back. The way twin aquamarine eyes were glowering down into his.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to piss you off.”

Riku opened his eyes and looked into wide cerulean.

The male in front of him looked about the same age. However, his face was fresh and new. The youth was not particularly pretty or eye catching. Not like so many said silver haired male had seen. He didn’t really have a great looking body either from what Riku could see.

He looked to be all bones. Such a thin male. He looked almost feminine with his soft curves and lack of any real muscle definition.

Riku looked back at the brunettes face before forcing out an acceptance to the apology. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just in one of those moods okay?”

The brunette smiled quite brightly at the silver haired teen.

It was him. That smile. The beauty that shone forth when the boy in his high dreams smiled. It had to be. The likeness was uncanny. Those eyes and that startling smile.
Both males stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

“Sora? What are you doing here?”

Sora almost leapt from his skin. He had not heard Leon even enter the store.

“L-Leon?! Oh yeh! I came to tell you. Cloud had me come over. Were meeting tonight in front of The Garage at 7pm. Free entry and any alcohol for just 10munny per go!”

“Calm down Spike. That means you will be pissed after about….hmmmm….lets say 30munny!”

Sora glared at Leon before turning to head out of the shop.

“Tell Cloud I will be there.” “Hmpf!”

“Oh, don’t know your name. Anyway, see you again pissy mood!”

Before Riku could even think of what his name was, Sora had slid out the door and let it bang shut.

Leon stood staring almost expectantly at Riku.

Said silver haired teen glanced up at his employer before shrugging a; “What?”

“Don’t you have a pay to earn?”

Scratching his head, Riku turned and headed back to what he had been previously doing. That was until his phone rang out loud in his pocket.

Quickly glancing at the clock on the wall, Riku decided it was time for a break.

“Taking my afternoon break Leon.”

Leon snarled his reply as Riku headed outside and away from earshot. “Fucking junkie punk.”

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Sora had handed in his last application form. He had applied to quite a few places. Most of which were clothes shops.

He applied to one art store and two music stores just to broaden his horizons slightly. All places had promised they would get back to him within a week or so.

Finding a spot to rest his legs, Sora plopped down an a small bench inside the town square.

Slowly but surely, his head ache from that morning was re-surfacing. Nothing a little more alcohol that night wouldn’t cure.

Flipping his phone open, Sora scrolled down his numbers to find Cloud’s.

“Yeh?”

“Leon’s coming tonight.”

“So?”

“Don’t tell me you’re not overjoyed!”

“Well….”

“See you soon Cloud!”

Sora shut his phone over before the blond male could come up with a reply. Sora knew that Cloud had a fondness to Leon but would never admit it.

Grinning at his phone, Sora felt his mind drift back to that guy who worked for Leon. Even though Sora knew that male looked like bad news, he couldn’t stop thinking about that face. It looked pained, age stricken and much older than it should be, but somehow, under that haze, Sora saw the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. So much unbridled passion swirled about in their depths. Passion yet to be ignited.

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“Seph. You got anything?”

“Have you lost faith in me Riku?”

“Of course not. I….I just hurt.”

“Yes, couldn’t get what I wanted, but I managed something else. You will need it for tonight.”

“Why? What’s going down?”

“We are. A few of us are wanting to check out that new place in town. Myself, Axel, Saïx, Reno, Demyx, and, of course you.”

Riku was silent for a few seconds. That new place? That was where that boy….Sora was going tonight. His interest and curiosity were piqued.

“You still there?”

Sephiroth sounded as bad as Riku felt. That lazy drone in their voices was almost identical. Showing the extent of their addictions.

“What? I’m still here. I’m up for that.”

“Good.”

Sephiroth never did say bye over the phone. Infact, he never really spoke to many people. The only people he really spoke to were Riku, Saïx, and of course, Xemnas. He had to talk to him. After all, he had set them up with their accommodation and allowed what went on in there. He had to, or he would lose 6 brilliant ‘clients’.

5pm had hit and Riku needed his hit. Sweating shivers flooded up and down his spine as his bones literally rattled. Thank god Leon shut up shop early on a Saturday. Waving a curt bye, Riku almost broke into a shaky sprint home.

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Sora slid out of the shower with nothing but a small, crisp white towel covering his modesty.

His feet slipped on the tiled floor as he tried to gracefully exit the shower stall.
Catching himself on the edge of the sink before he cracked his skull off it, Sora sighed in relief.

“Hey Sora! You not ready yet?!”

Sora stared at the blond’s reflection in the mirror.

“Does it look like it?”

“Pissy mood! Well, hurry up, the guys are coming round for a bit first instead. Gonna have a few before heading out.”

Sora nodded his head while desperately running a brush through his unruly hair. Spikes shot left and right. His hair had always had a life of his own, much like Cloud’s. However, that damn blond’s hair always looked right. His on the other hand? It always looked like post sex morning hair while being dragged through bushes which, for him, was impossible, being that he had never had post sex morning hair while being dragged through bushes.

Giving up on his hair, Sora ambled through to his room and started raiding through his drawers to find something suitable to wear.

Half an hour later, Sora leapt down the last six stairs fully dressed in very low slung baggy blue jeans with white boxers clearly on show below them. A very tight fitting midnight blue vest covering his top half but leaving his naval and the base of his back bare, complete with a two toned heart tattooed into the flesh just above his backside. Outfit finished with blue and white Converse and the old faithful for a night out, black eyeliner smudged round his eyes. Sora called it the ‘Dark and mysterious’ look.

“Hey Sora! Looking sharp!”

Cloud called out from the back of the sitting room. As per usual, said blond was all in black. Black sleeveless polo neck gracing his athletic frame, black tight fitting jeans with….black leather calf length biker boots.

“Same back!”

Sora spun round and glanced at his back in the mirror situated on the nearest wall. His tattoo had healed nicely. He had drawn the heart insignia himself and decided to have it two toned blue the day he went to get it done.

Sora plopped down on the couch beside Hayner who immediately thrust a glass of MD20/20 on ice into his hand.

Sora, Cloud, Roxas, Hayner and Leon sat around for a good hour downing MD20/20 shots one after the other. Being only 20 proof, it didn’t really do much damage.

It wasn’t until Roxas checked his phone did he realise they were going to be late thus ending up the 5 of them being forced to wait in a godforsaken mile long queue.

“Ok boys! Drink up! Lets go!”

Roxas was on the prowl tonight. His last relationship had ended a few months ago and he was ready to start anew. The last guy he had dated had infact been Hayner. It was a miracle the two of them had remained friends after the blond haired Hayner had cheated on Roxas.

Sora finished his drink before reaching across the table and grabbing his wallet.
It wasn’t until he stood up that he could feel the effects of quite a few shots of the alcohol. Each of the males kind of ‘woahed’ themselves as each respectively go to their feet.

Finally, said 5 males piled out the door and into the cool Hollow Bastion evening.

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Riku stumbled out of the shower at around 5.45.

Sephiroth was not home. He said he would be. After all, both him and Riku were meeting Saïx, Axel, Demyx and Reno outside the club. On top of that, Sephiroth had promised him something to tide the night over.

“Where the hell is he?” Riku questioned whilst roughly drying his silver hair with a towel.

Throwing the towel to the other side of the bathroom, Riku stormed back into his room. The only room with a still glassy mirror.

Glancing in disgust at his reflection, Riku knew he needed something, anything.

Those dark circles under his eyes. That pasty complexion. That….spot on his forehead?

“Dammit.”

He was 19, almost 20 and he was getting a spot. With shaky hands, Riku rubbed over the small red blemish. He silently prayed thanks to the gods that his bangs were long enough to hide it.

Pulling on a tight black sleeveless zipper and a pair of even tighter black leather trousers, Riku glanced over as the door swung open.

“Seph. At fucking last.”

Sephiroth said nothing but sat down on the couch and took a small package from his inside breast pocket.

Riku pulled on his black calf length boots, not bothering to tie the laces before almost waltzing over to the older silver haired male.

“This better be fucking worth it Seph.”

“You don’t want any then?” Sephiroth casually remarked while he slowly cut the powdery white substance.

Riku looked on in an almost childish glee. He couldn’t wait much longer. Fuck going out, he just wanted to stay in and get stoned beyond all belief.

However, his mind reminded him that Sora. The sky he indeed flew in, was going to be at the same club.

Sephiroth inhaling a line of the white powder shook Riku from his stupor about the boy he met for about 15 minutes.

Riku watched Sephiroth grab the tip of his nose tightly before inhaling any residue into his system. Said silver male slumped back onto the couch, long parted silver bangs covering his face.

Riku took the small straw from Sephiroth’s cold fingers and shifted himself over a bit. The line left for him looked too big. There was too much. However, he really needed this.
Leaning forwards, Riku readied his body for the immediate shock the drug had. Putting a finger to the side of his left nostril to close it, Riku steadied his erratic breathing before he too, inhaled deeply.

His eyes focussed around 5 minutes later. Sephiroth was already up and changing clothes. His long, sweeping leather coat flowed around him like black rain. His knee length silver hair floating like glistening moonlight ribbons around his frame. Riku watched as the older male clipped the last buckle on his over the knee black leather boots.

“You ok Riku?”

Said teen nodded his head before looking back down at the table. Some of his line of Cocaine was left. Licking the tip of his index finger, he dabbed the pad of the finger over the powder. Raising his finger to his mouth, he almost seductively ran the left over’s along his gums and teeth.

Nothing was left to waste.

Standing up again, Riku felt renewed. His legs didn’t shake as much. Taking cash from his wallet and shoving it into his pocket, Riku nodded to Sephiroth before making for the door.

“Wait Riku. I have something else.”

Riku listened to the enchanting voice of the older male. Why was it that Sephiroth sounded so eloquent and sexy when out his face?

“What is it? Were gonna be late.”

“Here. I gave the others one of these too. This should put that spring back into your step.”

Riku smirked as he looked down at his hand. A small, red pill sat gracefully on his pale skin.
“Red means danger though.”

“Idiot. I got them off of Xemnas. I think we can trust him not to give us shit.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Riku tilted his head back and let the pill fall into his mouth and down his throat. Just what he needed. A bit of Speed.

“This is gonna be fucking great.”

The door slammed as both silver haired males made for the club.