Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts
Prelude
'I never claimed to be a saint and if you don't have the will to reveal yourself how about I help you out,' he stalked over to her and she backed away into a corner.
'Stop,' she ordered afraid that if he got too close and did help it would lead to more then just an exhibition. 'I'll do it myself.'
Her last few words were barely above a whisper, 'Fine,' he pulled away and took a seat on the bed once again so that the city night lights could give him a good view.
Amaranth took a deep breath and wanted to die of embarrassment, shame and dishonor. Slowly her hands moved to where the towel was tucked under and with each hand holding one end she closed her eyes before releasing the towel and letting it drop to the floor. 'I hate you,' she told him as her face felt like it was on fire.
Riku didn't say anything to her remark, but just stare at the exquisite beauty before him. She sure knew how to hide such a lovely figure with unappealing and loose figureless clothing. God, he felt his member become stiff at the thought of touching and kissing her pale white skin. He got up off the bed and walked over to her small figure, her eyes snapping open at the sound of his foot-steps coming closer. 'Stay back,' she covered herself with one arm while the other she held before her trying to keep him away.
He grabbed the small wrist and slammed it against the wall behind her, 'Don't, please,' she cried as her other hand came out to stop him from advancing. 'Riku!'
He could see her eyes start to glisten with tears and he stopped. He wanted her to suffer. He wanted to touch her. He wanted everything from her but at the same time his feelings for her were muddled, did he hate her or was their more behind his lust and anger?