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It was dark on the island, almost like the night that everything went wrong. When the darkness covered their lives. He could smell the rain coming, taste it in his mouth. Riku sat on the platform of their tallest tree house, legs dangling over the edge.

He stared below him, watching the shadows flicker over the wooden and stone pathways to where he sat. The storm clouds hadn't fully blown in, and wind picked up, rustling the thick vegetation behind him. He almost didn't register the footsteps on the wood behind him.

Riku stood, reflexes borne from staying one step faster than the Heartless, hand reaching for a blade no longer his. His hand curled into a fist when he realized he was weaponless. He stared at the men hidden within the door of the tree house, faces hidden in shadow. The teenager glared at the figures, tense and ready to fight if need be. He knew there wasn't anyone in the room before he sat down, and he hadn't seen anyone come up the path.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

A laugh was his answer and one stepped out, his silver hair glinting in the dim light. The man – no, teenager – was tall, hair cropped short and slicked up, smirking down at Riku.

"So angry. Do you want to play?" Hands came up, a strange silver gauntlet glinting on one arm. The other two came out onto the platform, easily penning Riku in. The three wore black leather, and for one moment Riku thought they were from the Organization.

"He looks like...us, doesn't he, Brother?" The one foremost of the two smiled back at the teen behind, his long hair whipping like a possessed being. There was another laugh, and the last figure wove his way forward. This boy smiled, cruel and cold, with his green eyes skimming over Riku's features.

"Hmm...he does." Another smirk, widening impossibly, and he motioned the tallest back. Riku shifted slightly, eyeing the three. The shortest seemed to be the leader, a sword strapped to his side. The long haired one held another strange weapon, eerily similar to a gunblade.

"We're looking for Mother, do you want to join us?" The shortest reached a hand out to him, the smile never wavering.

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Short, short oneshot. Popped into my head re-watching Advent Children.

This was Riku's and Kadaj's first meeting in my head:

Kadaj: O.o
Riku: What?
Kadaj: *creeps closer*
Riku: Why are you staring at me?
Kadaj: *tackle glomps* Brother! Little Brother! Loz! Yazoo! We have another brother! *drags Riku to the other two*
Loz/Yazoo: O.o
Riku: Get him off me before I kill him!

My muse!Kadaj is gleeing over muse!Riku.