drabble #10 but lover,

[oath_breaker]

Set in the period post kh3 and before Riku follows Sora to wherever he ended up. Riku goes to visit San Fransokyo.
 

"Do you think," Sora panted, bent over and hands on his knees, winded, from the trek up the skyscraper, "I can make it to that flying thing?"

 

"What?" Donald squawked, and Sora moved to look at him, "that thing over there? No! You're always doin' reckless things! What did Riku say?"

 

"Aw," Sora pacified, standing straight, "he'd be egging me on. He'd probably even do it himself."

 

"Gawrsh, Sora has a point. Riku sure is competitive!" Goofy said, congenial as always.

 

Donald did his squabbling thing, feathers ruffled, and Sora laughed, bright and warm. He did a strange little hop in place, then ran straight towards the edge of the roof.

 

Riku couldn't help his shout of "Sora, don't—!"

 

But the screen blurred, Sora moving too fast for the technology to keep up, and Riku winced when the flying blimp raced towards the screen. Of course, though, as always, Sora landed on his feet, and Riku relaxed minutely. Sora stumbled a little on the round surface, laughing on the thrill of adrenaline, and the camera jerked to face the building he'd leapt off of. Sora called back to his companions there. "See? I made it!"

 

That made Riku's throat close up, and he bit on his lip viciously trying to keep whatever expression he might make at bay. Behind him, Hiro awkwardly shuffled, and Riku tore his gaze away from the computer to stare at the nervous teen.

 

The garage was mostly dark save for a few lights and the dim blue-green cast of the computer. Hiro cleared his throat. "We're, uh, we're going to get dinner, if you want to join us." He fidgeted with his hands, chin dipped down, like he felt bad.

 

Riku knew he should join them, knew he should be friendly, outgoing, attempting to connect, especially since they were Sora's friends and doing him this favor, but his heart hurt too much.

 

It ached, miserably, constantly. 

 

"I'm not hungry," Riku said quietly, and Hiro's face twisted in both understanding and compassion, but still he hesitated.

 

"You know," he lightly tapped his hands together at the fingertips, a gesture so reminiscent of Sora that Riku had to look away, "I used to do the same. After. Watching videos of my brother. It helped but... he wouldn't want you to stay alone."

 

Bile rose almost as quick as Riku's anger. That was the scary thing about it. How the moment Sora was gone, all that festering rage overwhelmed him, became him, defined him. He wanted to snap that Hiro didn't know Sora like Riku did, that he didn't have a single damn idea what Sora would want. That Hiro was no where near as important to Sora as Riku was.

 

But the anger faded abruptly at the wide-eyed worried look, at the way he seemed so sad, and Riku remembered that he was Sora's friend. That Sora always managed to connect his heart with others. That Hiro missed Sora, too. 

 

Swallowing was harder than it should be, and getting up from the computer took monumental effort, but Riku did. For Sora's sake, he would, because Hiro was right. Riku had already spent hours watching the footage left behind. 

 

"I... I could go for some noodles. He sent me a picture of some, once," Riku admitted, though a small selfish part of him had wished that Sora would've taken him here, would've bought the meal for him to eagerly share. 

 

Still, Hiro looked happy to be helpful, and Riku was not entirely insincere. Putting aside his grief, Riku followed an excited Hiro from the garage, casting one last glance at the frozen image of Donald, Goofy, and Baymax. 

 

Bye, Sora. I'll see you later.