Skip the Love, Give me the Hearts

[yummydarkness]

Who: Riku Replica and Anti-Sora
When: Feb 14th at night
Where: On the streets near the apartment building
What: The milk chocolate that Riku ate is affecting him, and Anti-Sora is the "victim"
Warnings: Shonen-ai, failure to communicate galore, some gore (it's a heartless)

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[betterthanriku]

As the Shadow Sora's yellow eyes seemed to burn into Repliku's own turquoise ones, Rep felt his breath catch in his throat a little. The Shadow looked a little more like Sora when it stood up, but the dull gold surrounded by black and the ever-intoxicating scent of darkness burning through his nostrils made it quite clear to Repliku how different it actually was.

But different was good, was better, wasn't it? Repliku knew he didn't want to be treated like the Real Thing, and he figured that the Shadow wouldn't want to be treated as if he were Sora. Still, Repliku found himself being drawn to the Shadow as it reached out those dark tendrils around his ankles, and he found the his heart was beating just that little bit faster as it gave him a grin full of teeth and silent warning.

Repliku wasn't really sure what the Shadow was doing out here, but it wouldn't do him any good to be nervous. Whatever instincts the Shadow had, it looked... hungry and would take advantage of any weakness it saw. In that case, Repliku just wouldn't have any. He pushed down the odd feeling he certainly didn't have as best he could and focused on keeping his demeanor and voice calm.

"I hope you're up to something other than no good," he asked the Shadow Sora, feigning the sort of nonchalance that usually came from years of familiarity with another person. "Not gonna try and make any Heartless friends, are we?" It was a good thing that Repliku had found him; ;the last thing this island needed was a Heartless problem.

[yummydarkness]

The tendrils of darkness he had sent out were pulled back and found no animosity in the Replica's form... not yet anyways. Still, he supposed the the boy who looked like his creator could not be as horrible as his little brother considering he hadn't tried to attack him yet.

At the question he blinked and tilted his head, processing the question. When he realized what was being asked he snickered, wiggling and his tendrils of darkness wiggled with him. Make friends? No, Heartless were not friends amongst one another, nor were they brother, mothers, sisters, or fathers, even if they created one another. Heartless simply were. They felt no real remorse at the loss of their own kind and even if they did help one another out in battle that was about the extent of it.

But Anti-Sora knew he was different, not a true heartless like the others just, he felt things, anger, hatred, loneliness, negative things. He wasn't sure if he truly knew what happiness was though his Light and Heart had known it well enough. Had cast the longest shadow because his light was so bright.

He looked over to the forest and then back to Replica, grinning.