A/N: The prompt for this one was: Riku/Ginny, "There's darkness in all of us. But there is also light."
Warnings: …None. Yay!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Kingdom Hearts don't belong to me, because that would make me too happy.
But There Is Light
Riku turned from Ginny irritably, scowling in the general direction of the dark forest in the distance. This world he'd found himself in was enormous and colorful and he didn't like it at all—especially this one place he found himself in. Because of this girl here, with her pretty brown eyes and smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks and the light her heart shone with. A light that he could practically see, and it reminded him so painfully of the things he'd lost due to jealousy and delusion and the evil he had for so long surrounded himself with.
"Riku, please," the redhead was pleading, a single hand wrapped as far around his bicep as it could reach. "Just look at me!"
"You don't understand, Ginny," Riku sighed, turning to give her an almost-smile, nothing like what he wanted to give her. "I would stain you."
"There's darkness in everyone," the girl said hotly, so passionately it almost made him cringe. "But there's also light. I don't care how much time you've spent in that darkness of yours, Riku, I know you and you'd never do anything to hurt me. I trust you."
"How can you trust me when I don't even trust myself?" he snarled back, so suddenly losing his composure that he startled himself, and he ripped himself out of her grasp. "I've told you what I've done! To Kairi, and to Sora, to the two best friends I'd ever had because I was stupid and jealous and-"
"And you're trying to fix your mistakes," Ginny concluded for him, grabbing onto him again and pulling him closer to her; he felt, for some reason, helpless to deny her desires. "You're a good person, I know you are! And maybe, maybe you can't love yourself, but maybe I can."
"Ginny, I..." Riku tried, voice uncertain, but never wavering. "I just don't think...this won't-"
"Shut up," Ginny murmured, a demand that came out much softer than it should have. "And kiss me." And when she pulled him into a kiss that was as passionate as her words, he couldn't help but reciprocate, wrapping his arms around her small frame and marveling at how right she felt against him.
He thought wistfully that maybe, just maybe, he could feel some light seeping back into the darkness his heart had become.