Right, the truth is out. I'm a fan of AnsemRiku fics. Now that that's been said, on to the fic! If you think this sucks butt, remember I was bored when I wrote it. Most of what I write during boredom is either incomprehensibly weird or really sucky. Oh well. (Shrugs) Written while listening to "Magical Mystery Tour," so if this gets really weird blame John, Paul, George, and Ringo during the start of their druggie days. Go figure.

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Riku watched Ansem as he paced back and forth. He was simply sitting in a chair, with his head on his hand. Ansem, however, seemed greatly agitated about something. Finally, his relentless pacing thoroughly annoyed Riku.

"Alright, Ansem. What the hell is wrong with you?" Riku demanded as Ansem passed by for the umpteenth time.

Ansem didn't reply, just turned a frosty look on Riku. Riku was unfazed, however, and returned the glare.

"Hmph. It's not something a kid like you can understand," Ansem snarled. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Sitting."

"All right, clever dick. Go sit somewhere else."

Riku sneered at him. "Why? You got some hot girl hiding in here to fuck? Or is that what you do to the Princesses when no one's looking?" he said.

Ansem approached. "You little shit," he growled, bringing his face close to Riku's. "You have no idea what my plans are."

"And I'm quite sure I'd like it to stay that way. Now get out of my face," Riku responded icily. When Ansem failed to move, Riku frowned. "What? You want to kiss me, or something?" he snapped.

As a matter of fact, Ansem did. Among other things as well, but no need to state them. There was just something about that boy… Ansem's frown deepened. What was this? What was he thinking? He clenched his hands into fists, as though he was going to sock Riku. With a supreme effort, Ansem turned away from him, and swept out of the room, slamming the door.

Riku snorted. "What the hell was that?" he mumbled.

Once he had stormed a good ways away from the room, Ansem sank down against the wall, covering his face with his hand.

"Stupid, stupid, STUPID! What the hell is wrong with me?" Ansem muttered. "That effeminate little runt… what the hell… how dare he…" Ansem continued muttering to himself, long after night had fallen. He glanced at a window. Riku was probably asleep now. Ansem pondered what Riku would look like asleep, then how he slept… NO! It was happening again. His thoughts of Riku had been moving into dangerous territory of late. Ansem feared the meaning of this.

As it turned out, Riku was not asleep, but in the room Ansem had left him in, still sitting in the chair. His muscles were growing stiff, but he didn't care. He stared at a patch of moonlight without really seeing it.

"Why? Every time… every time I have the opportunity…" he murmured to himself. Ansem's face and form flashed repeatedly in his mind's eye. "If I don't… he'll never…"

Riku continued staring at the spot on the floor. Then he rose, determination flashing in his blue-green eyes. He would find Ansem, and tell him, and that was that. If Ansem rejected him, so be it. If Ansem accepted him… Riku couldn't, or wouldn't, follow that train of thought. He had no idea where that one would end. He knew where he wanted it to end, but whether it actually ended there was another matter entirely.

Riku set off down the hall, the same one that Ansem had followed.

However, Ansem had long since vacated that hall, Ansem having come to the same decision as Riku. Ansem was going to Riku's room, to see if he was there.

Ansem opened the door, without knocking, and peered in. Riku's bed was empty. Ansem's heart sank. Riku wasn't here. Only a few moments later, Riku himself arrived, having searched briefly for Ansem. He had been staring at the floor, when he suddenly walked into Ansem.

"Oof!" Riku said as he stumbled backwards. Ansem turned around, and saw him. For a moment, something akin to relief flitted through his reddish eyes.

"Oh, there you are. I was wondering…" Ansem began, then he trailed off, unsure how to continue.

"Were you looking for me?" Riku asked. Ansem gave a curious half-shrug, which Riku interpreted as "Yes."

"I…" they both began, then stopped.

"You first," Riku said. Ansem didn't immediately reply, but instead drew closer. Riku couldn't look at his face; rather, his eyes were drawn to Ansem's exposed chest. Ansem caught Riku's face in his hand.

"Me first, huh? Fine by me."

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I think I'll leave the rest to your imagination, shall I? Ehh… first attempt at shonen-ai. Good? Bad? …Oops, they were talking like Brits there for a moment. Oops. My bad. Like I said, blame the Beatles.