"Waltzing with Arrows" by Writingpuck (Riku/Mickey)
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (II)
Title: “Waltzing with Arrows”
Author: writingpuck
Challenge: “Grow Green Arrow, Grow” (given by drewschic)
Pairing/Characters: Riku/Mickey
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: When Disney meets Square I’m nowhere to be found. Don’t sue.
Summary: Mickey won’t allow Riku to cling to any more buried moments than he already has.
Author’s Note: This was a surprisingly hard challenge. The end gets a bit closer to what I had intended, but I think I'm rather happy with giving Riku a great aunt Ruth (everyone needs one of those, heh) and calling it good. Just a bit of fluff here folks. :)
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A moan reverberated out of Riku's weather-beaten lips as he gazed at the arrow-like menace in his hands. "Grow you stupid-"
"Whaddaya got there?"
Riku started in humiliation and hid the green stick behind his back with all the agility that years of battling had gifted him with.
He tried his best to deter Mickey; sharing a jerk of his head and a big smile that came straight from his memories of Sora. "It's nothing. Aren't you supposed to be with Minnie today?"
It was the King and Queen's anniversary, and Riku knew it.
"Well shucks, I was, but when I got back she was gone. Clarabelle said she and Daisy'd gone out to celebrate without me!"
Riku managed a low chuckle. "Yeah, well, it's not like you remembered last year."
"I couldn't help it. Battling darkness is hard-" the King took a few steps to the side "-business" and tried to peek around Riku's back. "Ya know?"
Side-stepping towards the window seemed like a great idea to Riku, so it was exactly what he did, arms still firmly hid behind his strong chest. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean she does."
For a moment the pale boys words barred Mickey's smile from reaching his face. But it was only a moment.
"Minnie trusts me."
"She doesn't know she shouldn't."
Another curious peek managed to destroy the discomfort that Mickey was having with the conversation. "What have you got behind your back?"
"I told you, it's nothing."
"Then why can't I see it?"
Waltzing had never been one of Riku's multiple talents. His aunt Ruth had tried to teach him for the town social in the hopes of impressing Kairi, but the pale haired boy had never quite caught on. A web of emptiness hid all those days now, anyways.
"It's-" the shorter fellow was by his side, reaching around Riku's back. Shuddering, the blonde tried to hide while not shoving his manhood too close to the other's awkwardly lower face. "-Nothing."
A hand, reaching, falling short, skittering across Riku's hidden backside. The hand that seemingly fell short once too often.
"Let me see." Mickey's voice was alluring.
Riku had yet to find a remedy to that temptation, to the voice that pampered the boy with promises of numbness and honeyed redemption.
The closest the pale headed boy could come to defying it was allowing his hands to fall to his sides instead of into Mickey's outstretched ones.
The mouse took the arrow, fingers igniting old wounds while removing new toys.
"Is this for me?"
The islander shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah."
Mickey stared at the scarf that seemed to have caved in on itself halfway towards it's own ending and back up at the radish scowl crossing Riku's mostly hidden face. The boy'd turned towards the window of their inn, where the sun was shining desperately through the powdered sugar snow. "Thanks."
"Happy anniversary," Riku muttered.
The hands winding around his waist told Riku all he would ever need to know about his own knitting skill (another gift of learning from his dear aunt Ruth), even if Riku did constantly forget how much yarn he needed to make things.
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Author's Note (v. 2.): Heh...I could just see Riku getting annoyed and chucking the scarf across the room when he accidentily drops a stitch. Ah well.
Let me know what ya think. :)
Title: “Waltzing with Arrows”
Author: writingpuck
Challenge: “Grow Green Arrow, Grow” (given by drewschic)
Pairing/Characters: Riku/Mickey
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: When Disney meets Square I’m nowhere to be found. Don’t sue.
Summary: Mickey won’t allow Riku to cling to any more buried moments than he already has.
Author’s Note: This was a surprisingly hard challenge. The end gets a bit closer to what I had intended, but I think I'm rather happy with giving Riku a great aunt Ruth (everyone needs one of those, heh) and calling it good. Just a bit of fluff here folks. :)
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A moan reverberated out of Riku's weather-beaten lips as he gazed at the arrow-like menace in his hands. "Grow you stupid-"
"Whaddaya got there?"
Riku started in humiliation and hid the green stick behind his back with all the agility that years of battling had gifted him with.
He tried his best to deter Mickey; sharing a jerk of his head and a big smile that came straight from his memories of Sora. "It's nothing. Aren't you supposed to be with Minnie today?"
It was the King and Queen's anniversary, and Riku knew it.
"Well shucks, I was, but when I got back she was gone. Clarabelle said she and Daisy'd gone out to celebrate without me!"
Riku managed a low chuckle. "Yeah, well, it's not like you remembered last year."
"I couldn't help it. Battling darkness is hard-" the King took a few steps to the side "-business" and tried to peek around Riku's back. "Ya know?"
Side-stepping towards the window seemed like a great idea to Riku, so it was exactly what he did, arms still firmly hid behind his strong chest. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean she does."
For a moment the pale boys words barred Mickey's smile from reaching his face. But it was only a moment.
"Minnie trusts me."
"She doesn't know she shouldn't."
Another curious peek managed to destroy the discomfort that Mickey was having with the conversation. "What have you got behind your back?"
"I told you, it's nothing."
"Then why can't I see it?"
Waltzing had never been one of Riku's multiple talents. His aunt Ruth had tried to teach him for the town social in the hopes of impressing Kairi, but the pale haired boy had never quite caught on. A web of emptiness hid all those days now, anyways.
"It's-" the shorter fellow was by his side, reaching around Riku's back. Shuddering, the blonde tried to hide while not shoving his manhood too close to the other's awkwardly lower face. "-Nothing."
A hand, reaching, falling short, skittering across Riku's hidden backside. The hand that seemingly fell short once too often.
"Let me see." Mickey's voice was alluring.
Riku had yet to find a remedy to that temptation, to the voice that pampered the boy with promises of numbness and honeyed redemption.
The closest the pale headed boy could come to defying it was allowing his hands to fall to his sides instead of into Mickey's outstretched ones.
The mouse took the arrow, fingers igniting old wounds while removing new toys.
"Is this for me?"
The islander shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah."
Mickey stared at the scarf that seemed to have caved in on itself halfway towards it's own ending and back up at the radish scowl crossing Riku's mostly hidden face. The boy'd turned towards the window of their inn, where the sun was shining desperately through the powdered sugar snow. "Thanks."
"Happy anniversary," Riku muttered.
The hands winding around his waist told Riku all he would ever need to know about his own knitting skill (another gift of learning from his dear aunt Ruth), even if Riku did constantly forget how much yarn he needed to make things.
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Author's Note (v. 2.): Heh...I could just see Riku getting annoyed and chucking the scarf across the room when he accidentily drops a stitch. Ah well.
Let me know what ya think. :)