Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS. LE RAWR, BITCHES.
notes: Well, see, I'm addicted. To, um, RIKUROKU. And I simply adore photography, mostly the film kind because digital cameras are evil, evil little whores. AND THE IDEA OF ROXAS AND RIKU BEING FILM PHOTOGRAPH TEENS IS A-FUCKING-MAZING. (And mostly inspired by other things, an AkuRoku and a SoRiku fic, both separate affairs.) But, um, yeah, mostly going to be drabbles surrounding Roxas, Riku, and film photography. Because it is hot.
"Riku," Roxas snarled, eying the nearly silent darkness around him. The only sound he could hear was the soft bubbling of the photo baths to his back-right, but he was so used to that sound that he barely noticed it by now. "Turn on that goddamn light and stop being an asshole." Although silently the blond debated if the last one was physically possible.
There was an answering chuckle, an echo that wrapped around Roxas and made his mind swim. His heart skipped a beat at the eerie sound but he ignored it, turning his body slowly in a circle and listening intently for other sounds. In addition to listening he clenched his hands to keep them from shaking, something that happened when faced with a surprise he didn't like, and growled. His eyes were an ice blue that went unseen, even to the silver haired male, but that didn't stop him from narrowing them into tight slits.
"RIKU!"
"Keep your pants on, Blondie," Riku's voice mocked. It sounded like it came more from his right than his left and he leaned that way, trying to figure out what part of the room Riku was near. The answer came to him within seconds, the light switch, and Roxas wondered if it would really be that easy. When the bright, sterile white light flickered on, however, Roxas remembered that he was hardly ever that lucky when it came to Riku.
Riku was lounged against the wall, index finger still on the light switch, the white light switch. His lips were curled in a smirk, teasing and cruel and ten different flavors of stuck-up prick, or so Roxas could imagine. The blond blinked rapidly against the sudden onslaught of light, not having seen anything but a faint red glow for the past three hours.
"What the fuck, Riku? I could have had paper out, you bitch." Roxas grumbled, rubbing anxiously at his eyes with his wrists, his hands currently covered in chemicals. He groaned loudly a second later, the sound nearly a whine, and slummed against one of the cube walls that were just taller than his head.
"But you didn't, Rox-as." Riku's voice was tinted three different shades of childish and glossed with a shiny coat of smugness to boot. With every syllable that he spoke he flicked the light on and then off. Roxas whined again in the back of his throat, too tired to deal with the silver head's games. He couldn't quite decide, however, if he wanted to curse or thank his luck that the light ended up staying on.
"When I said 'turn on the fucking light' I meant the red one, ass."
"Too bad, so sad; time for you to rejoin the living, sunlight seeing world, Rox."
Riku mentally snickered at the blonde's pout, though he would never stand for his expression to be called something so childish and girly. His eyes, so large and so very blue, were shiny and pretty in the overhead light and his bangs were drooped into his face framing the expression. He looked almost innocent and, if Riku was feeling particularly girly, like an angel dropped down from heaven. Almost, but Riku was highly aware of all the things Roxas was capable of.
"C'mon Roxas, Axel's up stairs, here to take you home. Or at least that's what he swears. Personally, I think he's just trying to corner you so he can molest you a bunch." Riku's tone was purposefully bland, trying desperately to pull of the aloof and bored expression that usually came so easily to him. But his eyes narrowed just the tiniest bit on the word 'molest' and Roxas chuckled.
"Probably," Roxas drawled, sadistically enjoying it when Riku grimaced angrily. "I'll have to come back early tomorrow, then, because I'll most likely have three more rolls snapped by this weekend. These last two need to be developed and looked at before that, so…" Roxas' voice trailed off and he grinned at the taller male, eyes wicked.
Riku's smirk lost its cruel edge, its defensive edge Roxas knew, and was suddenly so much more playful. His teal eyes glinted in a way that made stupid, girly things flutter in Roxas' chest and stomach. Lowly, mostly to himself, he muttered, "I think I've got a few rolls to work on that can wait until tomorrow morning..."
Roxas smiled, a sincere small smile, at Riku's self-mutterings. Leaning over, and for once not cursing his height, Roxas flicked Riku's nose with his index fingers, chuckling when the older boy jumped. Now that Riku's full attention was on Roxas he moved past the boy and up the stairs, pausing twice to speak. Once was at the very bottom of the stairs and once was at the top.
At the bottom Roxas stayed half-turned to Riku, smirk curling his lips in a way Riku knew only too well. "Several long hours in a dark, small room alone with you?" He chuckled, voice rough and laughter as dark as the room had once been. He turned and hopped up the rest of the steps, flicking a look at Riku over his shoulder once he reached the top. He took in very briefly the basement-turned-darkroom, the bubbling baths in the corner that held at least twenty of his pictures from today's work, and Riku's expression.
"Oh, I think I can deal with that," He murmured, just before the door clicked shut behind him; leaving Riku to stand alone in his basement, wishing tomorrow was there already.