Ever since he was a little boy, Riku had been told that monsters existed.

"Not that make believe "Monsters under my bed" kind of shit," he remembered vividly what his drunk father had said. "No. Real monsters. The kind that took your mom and shot us all to hell."

He was young when it happened, but he remembered the night his mother was taken away. She had been screaming and there had been blood everywhere. Shards of glass were sticking here and there from where she had made the jump that would have killed her quickly if not for his father coming home at just the moment to see her do it and call an ambulance. Riku was later found, locked in his closet where his mother had left him. Not soon after she had been admitted to the hospital, she had died.

Riku's father had taken it in stride, though on some lonely nights when he was at his weakest, he would drink and go on about the monsters of the world. Riku would just nod and help him to bed before going up to his room for the night. There he would crawl into bed and watch the bright moon illuminate his small closet door through his sky roof. On nights when he himself was feeling nostalgic, he'd think back on the different stories his mother always had handy.

"You see," she would say, cradling an egg in her palm. "The moon gets lonely too, sometimes. It becomes sad and fragile, just like this little egg. It can crack easily."

With that she'd make an example of the egg and crack it, letting the yolk spill over in a bowl to be stirred. Sometimes Riku would look at the broken and discarded egg shell, at all the tiny membranes and shards. The moon was a fragile thing indeed, he'd think before moving to follow his mother into the living room to watch T.V.

On the 12th anniversary of his mother's passing is when he heard it. It started as a little scratching coming from the direction of his closet. His father suggested it might be mice, and wrote a note to call an exterminator soon. Riku was satisfied with this answer and left it at that.

A few nights passed without any noise until the fifth night when it  started up again. Riku sat up dazedly, glaring at the closet door and stumbling over in his half awakened state. He swung the door wide, searching for the source of the noise. When he found nothing, he huffed and rubbed an eye blearily.

"You know, sometimes the moon gets lonely too," came a sullen voice behind him, and he spun around to see a figure sitting on his bed, looking lazily out of the sky roof. The moon shone over blonde hair and impossibly blue eyes that turned to look at him solemnly.

"Who the hell are you?" Riku stated as calmly as the situation would allow, watching the other.

"You were calling, and now the moon is broken," the other chided, shaking his head at Riku as if he were a little child. He stood, the light of the moon making him glow ethereally in the gloom. "What do you want?"

"What I want is for you to get out of here. I don't know what you're talking about."

"You'd break the moon to get what you want. All of you humans are the same," the blonde rolled his eyes. "Selfish and petty."

"I said leave!" Riku's mounting anger made his voice rise the slightest bit, but he held himself in check for fear of waking his father or making this psycho do something hasty. "Or I'm calling the cops."

"What do you want?" The other snapped, advancing forward without the slightest sign of caution. "It took me a while to get here, you know, so I'm not leaving that easily. Didn't you hear the scratching?"

"You were making that noise? How?"

"I was digging."

"Digging?" Riku asked, allowing the other to come near but keeping his guard up and watching the other wearily. "How? And Why?"

"I was digging my way out of that thick psyche of yours. It's tough digging through all that self pity you have ," the blonde smiled at him finally, but it was slightly bitter. "My name is Roxas. And you broke the moon to get me here."

With that, the other closed the distance, grabbing Riku's flailing arms with a grip far too strong for such a little thing, and kissed him hard.

"To put simply, I'm the skeleton in your closet. You let me grow and grow until you just couldn't take it anymore. And you called me here for no reason. Which means I get to take what I want from you. I had to dig through all of your uncertainties to get here anyway. Fears is a dense substance, believe it or not," Roxas shrugged smugly and grabbed Riku around the waist, pulling him into another kiss.

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The moon, having fulfilled its nightly duties, made way for the sun and Riku found himself lying on his back, staring up at the sky roof. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, hoping that whatever happened was just some strange dream that could be contemplated and laughed at later. Movement beside him proved that it was not, though he didn't bother sitting up, just looked at the glowing blonde, whose light seemed to dim as the moon set.

"I'll be back when you call me again. Next time, have a better excuse," he huffed, moving to stand. He dressed himself and walked towards the closet, giving one last bitter smile before stepping into the small space and closing the door behind him. Riku didn't have to check to know he had gone for now.

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A/N: Lunacy was once thought to be brought on by the phases of the moon. Lame metaphor is lame.

I am tired, I want a nap. l3