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Chapter One: White
A/N: I own nothing. This short story is inspired by Sister of the Pharaoh (thank you!) More details below.
It started when she scraped her knee because of a bicycle.
Neither of them was riding it. If Riku pressed for the memory, the face of its rider was still a mystery to her. But there was a bicycle. Riku and her twin sister (younger twin sister) were playing out in front of their house. They were maybe six years old, but the real reason they were outside was because Risa had spotted the violet haired boy step out of the moving truck. Naturally, she said she was in love and dragged her big sister outside to watch the new neighbors move in giant sculptures, wrapped canvas paintings, and heaps of boxes into their new home. The violet haired boy didn't make a reappearance, but a red headed boy their age said hi to them right away (at least, he said hi to Risa first, and Riku was the afterthought, but she had already expected this), and a woman, man, and old man went in and out of the house.
Anyway, the bicycle.
Riku did not see it, or else she would have thought twice about going to sidewalk to retrieve the ball she kicked. She was not an idiot, even if she was only six. But her ball went over to the sidewalk, and naturally, she went to get it back. By the time the bicycle was in view—and heading toward her very, very, fast—it had been too late for Riku to move.
Luckily, the tall, violet haired boy made his reappearance…and tackled her out of the way.
For Riku, the tackle was a flash of fierce red and purple, and a heavy weight was on top of her like a shield. Maybe after a few years of puberty, she would have appreciated it a lot more, but Riku was, again, only six and reacted like most six year olds. She screamed.
For his part, the boy got up quickly and hoisted her up by the straps of her overalls. Riku sniffed and felt the tears pound behind her eyelids, but so far, if she pretended her knee didn't hurt, the tears remained unshed. She did get a look at her violent savior. He was definitely older than her by a few years, but he was still a kid. With dark violet hair, deep red eyes, and a demeanor that commanded attention, he would grow up to be trouble for her—not that she knew that at the time of course.
"Stop screaming! Are you an idiot?" he yelled at her. "There was a bike coming and you put yourself in danger!"
The yelling was a bit unexpected, and Riku was not fond of it. Even at a young age, Riku had a strong personality and quick tongue that took pleasure in putting people in their place, even handsome boys with crooked smiles.
"That's not my fault! If I saw it, then I would move, but I didn't see! It was too fast! You're a dummy!" Riku yelled at him right back. The boy visibly stepped back and looked at her like she grew a set of wings or something akin to it.
Risa and the boy named Daisuke ran up to them. From Risa's appraising gaze, Riku deducted that her savior was the boy Risa was enamored with earlier. Now that they were side by side, even though at first glance, both boys looked at different as night and day, they carried themselves similarly enough for Riku to determine that they were siblings.
"Dark-nii, be nice to Riku-san. She is bleeding."
That was news to Riku. But Daisuke's observational skills were accurate since she was bleeding from her knee, which explained why it hurt. Though unsure of how she injured it in the first place, Riku's tears fell freely at the sight of the blood trailing down her legs like a river.
"Riku, are you crying?" Risa asked cutely, and maybe it was because she was still in shock over it all, but that question set her off, and Riku began sobbing.
The other boy, Dark, instantly grabbed her wrist and took her inside. He moved quickly and quietly, and before she knew it, he had picked her up gently and carried her until he sat her on top of a large bed with a black comforter. Even though she was crying, she noticed a desk and video game system, and a box full of books. The boy disappeared briefly before she could ask if this was his room.
He came back with a small box with a red cross. He handed her a handkerchief from his pocket wordlessly, and began to gingerly wipe her knee with the cotton ball and peroxide. Though it stung a little, Riku held it in and wiped her face with his handkerchief, a dark violet with D.M. in the bottom corner. Her sobbing had stopped thankfully, and she studied the boy again. He was very meticulous with her injury, and despite her earlier impression of him (she was admittedly, still salty about him insulting her), he was rather kind. He held up two band aids, one with Mickey House and another plain for her to pick. She pointed at the Mickey Mouse one and caught him smiling before he busied himself with applying it to her knee. When he was done, he admired his work before picking her up from the bed and piggybacking her out.
"You don't have to carry me. I'm fine you know," she told her rather embarrassed.
"Nope, it's fine. I really don't mind," he answered her rather cheerfully. He pulled her arms so that she hung on to him tighter and went outside.
Daisuke and Risa were playing together, though Risa watched them from the corner of her eyes. Dark never said a word, until he opened the door to her house, and took off his shoes without using his hands.
"Where's your room?" he asked her. Riku navigated him all the way upstairs and down the hallway until he reached her room, which she recently acquired after the first six years of sharing a room with Risa.
Her room was smaller than Risa's, but she liked it better. Her room had the balcony window, and even though she was not supposed to, sometimes, Riku liked to sneak out at night and watch the stars when she felt too stuffy. Now that she was back in her room, she realized her room faced Dark's.
"You can see my room from here!" he exclaimed rather excitedly. He carefully set her on the floor and looked around the room. Riku was definitely neater than her sister, but it was still uncomfortable. Riku was even more flustered when he started to sit down next to her after picking up one of her coloring books and a crayon box.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked. He didn't react much and opened up a random page and began to fill it with a blue crayon.
"Playing with you."
"You don't have to!" she protested, but Dark didn't really care.
"I want to. Besides, your knee still hurts right? You need to give it time before you go and kick a ball around."
Riku blushed, realizing he had been watching her play earlier. Of course, he did. That was how he was able to move her out of harm's way.
She didn't say anything but grabbed a red crayon and began to color the page next to his, ignoring his crooked grin as best she could.
"What's your name?" he asked her.
"Harada Riku," she replied automatically.
"I'm Mousy Dark. But just call me Dark. Okay, Riku-chan?"
She nodded and returned to her colors, but deep down, she felt secretly pleased at the way he said her name. For the rest of the afternoon, they were in her room, undisturbed, and when he left, he forgot to take his tear stained handkerchief with him.
Ultra Special Blah Blah Blah: So originally, this was going to be a one shot, but by the time I started writing the ending, it was too long and didn't flow as a one shot. So I decided to make it a short fic with seven tiny chapters instead. The original title was different too, but ultimately I went with something simple. In any case, I really have to thank Sister of the Pharaoh for her writing prompts, because they are what is keeping my passion for DarkxRiku alive in fanfic form.
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