Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts I, II or CoM. Square Enix does.

Warnings: Not much to be warned of...

Author’s Notes: Twas just a little drabble to pass the time last night. My back hurt and I couldn’t imagining sleeping. Sorry if it’s a little... odd. My mind works in weird ways after 12am.

Riku has never liked cherries, not the way Sora does. To him, they’re bitter, sour and disgusting, only here for burning taste-buds and watering eyes. Sora says they’re sweet and perfect, almost as good as strawberries – and Riku hates those, too. Strawberries and cherries remind him of Kairi, who’s slunk in and stolen his place next to Sora. Riku can remember a time when Sora loved blueberries, and plums. They used to run to the markets and buy huge packets of the fruits, and then curl up under the bridge and out of the sun, staining their fingers blue and their mouths sweet. Blueberries remind Riku of himself, because that’s what his mother used to call him before she died. My darling Blueberry-Son, and his Kiwi-Friend. But all Sora eats is the strawberries and the cherries, and instead of sitting under the bridge with Riku he sits with Kairi, the two giggling and laughing. Riku stands and watches, his heart aching, and wishes for the days when Sora only ate the Riku-Fruit.