It wasn't very often Ansem got visits to his office, even from the people he worked with. In fact, it never happened, perhaps the reason why he knew it couldn't be anyone but little Riku in the doorway. He'd been standing there a good ten minutes, just staring at the master's back. It was rather unnerving, to say the least.
Ansem sighed, finally giving up, swiveling his chair to face the -apparently embarrassed- teen. "Yes, Riku?"
The adolescent averted his gaze to the floor. "You called me a child..." he said quietly.
"Pardon me?"
"I said: 'You called me a child,' Ansem. Last night you left me in the library, saying: 'Goodnight, child.'"
"Riku, you are a child." He didn't see the problem.
"I'm seventeen!"
"Yes, but you're still a child."
"Why can't you take me seriously?!"
The older man lifted from his seat, placing steadying hands on the teen's shoulders. "Riku, I take you more seriously than most adults."
Riku shut the door, pulling his ex-master closer. "Not enough to take this seriously," he pouted, closing the distance between the two. It was a chaste kiss, a barely there, here and gone kind of moment. Riku pulled away, looking at the anywhere-but-silveret. "See?" he flushed. "You don't take me seriously, because you think I'm still a child...But I meant it..."
"I'm sure you did, and I took it very seriously," he validated, cupping the boy's face to steal his kiss back.
"Does this mean you'll stop calling me child?" Riku panted from Ansem's lap after a particularly long dive into the aforementioned's mouth
"Not a chance, child."
A/N: Well, I thought it was cute... Reviews get responses!