Title: Her Darkness
Summary: She couldn't get his face out of her dreams – or, were they nightmares?
Pairings: Riku/OC
Warnings: Ansempossed!Riku, violence
Fandom: Post-KH2
Disclaimer: I own Yuki, and the plot to this fanfiction. Key word in that sentence is fanfiction.
"Riku!"
Yuki was thrown back by the slash of a Keyblade – Way to Dawn – slamming against the practice blade Leon had shipped to her from Hollow Bastion. She frowned at the silver-haired teen, whose eyes were now a glowing gold, and shot forward once more.
"Snap out of it, Riku," she shouted, bringing the blade down.
The possessed teen rolled out of her striking range, hopping from his roll and pulling Way to Dawn through the air. It landed its attack, forcing the blade in her grasp to snap and pushing her back once more. He smirked at her, Darkness pumping through his body like adrenaline was hers.
"Pathetic," he spat, "and you so-claimed that man to be a brilliant blacksmith." Riku moved forward, kneeling and taking her chin in his hand; when she attempted to jerk free from him, he clutched her tighter, growling.
"Or perhaps the user is incompetent."
Yuki glared at him. "Stop mocking me, Ansem!"
A smirk drew across his lips, seeming far too like the Seeker of Darkness' to be comfortable. The sight was so odd on Riku's face – it made her cringe in disgust. Only then, looking at that expression and the dust that was on his cheek, did she wonder how long they'd been fighting.
It had started off as a normal, playful sparring match – she had wanted to test out Leon's handmade gift, and had been overjoyed when Riku had agreed to aid her in her quest. Of course, about halfway through, Ansem had decided to sneak his way through Riku's strikes. Soon, Riku had lost himself to the Heartless' desires.
His warm breath shot her back to the reality of the situation, as he leaned closer and briefly brushed his lips against hers. Yuki flinched, once more attempting to get free. "Are you frightened, Light?"
"Let Riku go," she breathed.
"I see no profit for me in that deal," the man stated, scowling at her. The Keyblade materialized, and Riku's hand moved from her chin to her lips, rubbing them. "What are you willing to offer me?"
The brunette frowned, "anything."
Lips pressed against hers, and Yuki forced herself not to resist them. She held back the urge to sigh of relief when they pulled from her.
"I want your heart."
With one sweep, the Keyblade had returned and plunged towards her. She screamed in fear.
"Yuki. Yuki…? Yuki!"
"Gah," she cried, sitting up quickly. Riku fell back, clutching his head, while Yuki fell towards the pillows. "Ow, my head!"
Riku winced, rubbing his forehead. "You were… having a nightmare, Yu."