Ah, yes. The last chapter. It's been a long road for this little fic what grew from a goofy oneshot to whatever you'd call it now, full of small spaces, muse cop-outs, and anything else you could put here. And to celebrate (or mourn) the end, I write this like a regular fic and with one hand, cuz the other has bread in it. Haha. Fear the mild fluffiness.
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Riku sighed as he looked around the massive room, plainly a ballroom. The walls, ceiling, and floor were a soft golden colour, and large glass doors opened out onto a large balcony. These, however, were locked. So were the main door and all the windows. In short, any and all ways out of the room were blocked or shut tight. Riku shook his head, wondering how he'd gotten himself into this one.
It was by far not the first time he'd been stuck in a small space with Ansem, oh, hell no. It was actually the tenth time, and the only difference was that the space was large. Which to Riku was a good thing indeed. He glanced over at Ansem, who was scratching the tip of his nose. He suppressed the urge to snicker at him, instead turning his attention to the ceiling.
Multiple cherubs winged, scampered, and frolicked their way over the large golden expanse, all looking quite angelic and whatnot. Most of them were emerging from clouds, and had cleverly placed censorship over the naughty bits. Riku wrinkled his nose in distaste.
"What stinks?"
Riku jumped slightly at the sound of Ansem's voice; nearly twenty minutes had passed and neither had spoken.
"What do you mean?" Riku asked suspiciously.
"You look like you smell something foul," Ansem said rather disinterestedly. Riku shook his head.
"Look up," he said. Ansem complied, and also made a face.
"Whoever decorated this place sure had shitty taste," he sneered disgustedly.
"And no interest in entertainment," Riku said. Ansem cocked an eyebrow at him. "There's absolutely nothing interesting here. The only thing to do is make fun of the cherubs."
"Well, this is a ballroom. You're not supposed to do much in here but dance," Ansem replied with a shrug as he turned his eyes to the ceiling again. "Hey, that cherub looks like he's drunk."
"Which one?"
"The one on the left. See him? The one with the idiotic expression on his face?"
"They all look pretty stupid."
"Yes, but that one looks particularly vapid and dim," Ansem insisted, pointing. Riku followed the direction of his finger, and frowned.
"You mean that one coming out of the cloud?" he asked, squinting.
"Yeah."
"Hey, you're right!"
The two passed some of the time pointing out various stupid-looking cherubs, each one looking dumber than the last. Soon, though, they'd said everything there was to be said about the cherubs, and lapsed into silence.
Riku continued staring around, looking for something interesting. To no avail, of course. He gave a frustrated cry.
"This place is so dull!" he cried.
"It's a ballroom. Whaddya expect?" Ansem grumbled. "Try dealing with them every godforsaken week."
"Huh?"
"Picture this place with a bunch of overdressed, show-offish nobles and some really shitty violins. Now imagine dealing with that every week."
"Ouch."
"Yeah."
They were silent for a moment.
"Did you actually have to dance?" Riku asked, wondering if he'd be able to poke fun at Ansem again.
"Gods, yes. Hated every minute of it," Ansem groaned. "And the damn noblewomen kept stepping on my toes with those damn pointy shoes of theirs. I never did like it."
"Not surprising."
"You try dancing with a klutz sometime."
"You mean Sora?"
They laughed, and Riku was surprised that Ansem was actually acting like a normal person.
"You mean you were any better?" Riku teased.
"Of course I was!" Ansem looked affronted. "I had a knack for it, even if the women were clumsy."
Riku snorted. "You? A dancer? Don't make me laugh." Ansem frowned.
"You don't believe me?" he said, sounding angry.
"Nope," Riku said insolently.
"I'll fix you," Ansem said, getting to his feet. He strode over to Riku and pulled him up. He grabbed Riku's hand and put it at his hips, taking hold of his other.
"What the hell are you doing?" Riku demanded, turning red.
"Proving I can dance!" And with that, Ansem started to spin Riku around in a slow waltz. Riku blushed harder as Ansem's hips brushed lightly against his. "You're turning red again."
"Shut up."
After a while, Riku started to relax. This feels right, somehow, he thought. Then he mentally chastened himself. However, after a few minutes of being held up against Ansem, he gave in and simply leaned on Ansem.
Ansem noticed Riku's actions and stopped. "Don't fall asleep on me," he growled.
"Oh, shut up. Just shut up and hold me," Riku replied, closing his eyes and resting his head against Ansem's chest.
Ansem smiled. "Thought you'd never ask," he murmured.
-Owari-
Yep. The end. I hate endings, don't you? Anyway, the offer from chappie nine still stands. Give me good ideas, I might use 'em, you might see 'em. Don't hold your breath. So ja ne for now! 4-6-4-9!