Prologue
"What do you want, Riku?"
The chipper voice asks him lovingly, and he can feel the warmth at his neck, the hand resting below his ribs, caressing gently. He gives a sigh of contentment, his body giving a slight tremble in the cotton of bliss he is enveloped in.
"I could be happy with you," He confesses, reaching to grasp the warmth radiating on his abdomen. He's surprised to find it icy cold. He wonders, sometimes. He could probably put a face, a physical form to the voice he hears. It would have sapphire blue eyes and tiny feet. Riku has yet to know if this phenomena is a male or female, but he doesn't care, not really.
"I am but a simple moonchild!" The voice giggles. The hands shift and the warmth is gone. Riku is dismayed at the tinkling sound. It's such a dead sound, really. This moonchild.
"You could be happy with me." He protests as the cold begins to press against him. "I could make you happy." He shoves his hands out imploringly, begging. The warmth has completely dissipated, and his hands falter mid-air. He is shivering.
Such stubborness neither has seen.
"I could make you happy," The voice echoes. Riku hates it when this begins. He cringes and draws his hands back over his delicate ears.
"I could make you happy." The voice repeats once more. Riku imagines voice as a thin line of color, one that flies around to sneakily slither in through the cracks of the fingers bunched around his ears. Riku has noticed something about moonchild. Male or female, this moonchild is one emotionless bastard. He notes this, and says so.
"I'll protect you."
And at once, Riku feels the small smile. It is a strange gift that comes hidden in a small and invisible chest but it makes him feel somewhat triumphant. Removing hands from his ears, he puts a finger to his lips, thoughtful. He is surprised to find that moonchild might have peach colored skin, instead of the pale white skin Riku always imagined.