Kiss and Tell
A Miku drabble, don't flame, first story on (c)Square Enix and Disney
They fought incessantly, driving their bodies to the point of exhaustion. No more lies, they claimed with each swing of blades. The minute rodent corpse against the svelte angel's frame. The gleaming moon as their only witness as the silver-haired warrior tore through the monarch's body in midair. The blood rained down onto the grass as the body dropped to the ground.
"What's this? You're giving up that easily?" his voice rang against the whips of winds as he walked to the site.
A sudden roundhouse kick as his response, the body stood up and rose against the lunar light. The blood running shone a ruby gleam, traveling to the fanged smile as the combatant prepared to strike again.
"You know I'd never give up, Riku." he said as he sprinted to his target with a mischievous grin.
Darkness and fire danced in the stained prairie as the skirmish became a full fight. Each contender to an unknown title appeared to be not just dueling, but to an experienced observer, dancing. Each step countered with two, neither skipping a beat. A deadly waltz meant to be presented grandly but to remain amongst them. As the midnight moon began to wane, their fight began to slow down. Once the sun broke the night's grasp on the sky, the fighters drop to the ground, breathing heavily.
"That was one helluva fight, Your Majesty." The one Riku exclaimed as he caught his breath in short bouts of gasping.
"You ain't too shabby either, Princess." The mouse replied, poking some fun at Riku in the process.
"Could you please stop calling me princess?"
"Hmm, no." the mouse said as he took out from his Organization jacket a large bottle, and uncorked it.
"Why not!" the warrior sat up, slightly angry at his companion's remark.
"'Cause of the following reasons: One, you look like a girl; Two, 'cause I'm having way too much fun makin' you squirm." The King responded taking a swing of the bottle.
The warrior shrugged and laid himself onto the moist land. He could smell the dew collected in each blade, a smell that he liked.
"Hey, princess?"
"Yeah?"
"How long have we been traveling together? I have to fix my watch again" the mouse asked as he took out a pewter pocket watch.
"About six months." Riku answered as he looked up to the dawning sky.
"Damn! And we haven't killed each other? Wow, I have more restraint than Minnie gives me credit for."
"And what's supposed to mean? The great king Mickey Mouse has no restraint? That's a laugh and a half" Riku remarked, grinning at his partner.
"Oh go fuck yourself or something. Jeez! I do have self-restraint, I just don't use it too much." The King spat back, half-annoyed.
"Temper, temper, love." The warrior continued with his barrage of subtle insults.
Suddenly, Riku was tackled by a flying King and forced to wrestle on the moist grass. When the fighting seized, they laughed heartily. The Sun had already broken through the darkness as Riku kissed the King's forehead, making him all over blush like a ripe tomato even to his round ears.
"C'mon, we have a lot to do and the day's just begun." The warrior said softly, contrasting his Organization XIII jacket against the rising star. The King smiled lightly as he picked up his Keyblade and Riku's Soul Reaper.
"Y'know, you should've been a model or a porn star if the Heartless hadn't invaded." The monarch remarked as they walked the Road to Dawn.
A/N: How was it? Please Review as this is my first!