You see him coming, running towards you, leaving fresh footprints in the snow. He looks a little confused, as if he didn't believe if it was really you or not. You hear him call out your name--even though it pains you, you ignore him, instead drawing your weapon. You still have the power of darkness under your control and call some Heartless to your aid, and suddenly he no longer is hesitant to fight you... or so it seems.
He charges at you, and the two of you start exchanging blows. The battle rages on, and you can tell neither of you are completely putting your heart into it. He defeats the Heartless under your control, but you easily parry his moves--you're the one who taught him how to fight, after all.
After a few minutes of what appears to be a stalemate, you decide to let him win--just this once. You can always get back at him when things go back to normal. If things ever do go back to normal. You let him strike you one time, and fall to one knee in what seems to be mock agony, but hey, the kid really did learn how to pack a punch in a year. You don't remember it hurting that much last time. He really was hiding a lot of strength with his scrawny exterior. Maybe you were underestimating him...?
But he doesn't seem contented with his victory. He makes his way over to you, the white snow crunching under his shoes. You manage to stop yourself from teasingly asking him where his huge trademark yellow shoes from last year went like you'd do under normal circumstances, and back up a bit.
Before he can get any closer, you turn and run, making sure your hood is up. You can't risk him seeing you... not like this; you're not yourself anymore. Your eyes can't lie, and who knows how he'd react if he saw you right now, if he knew of the path you'd taken. You open up a portal of darkness and step through it--next thing you know, all of the snow is gone, only to be replaced by luminescent computer screens.
Maybe if you'd stayed for just a little while longer, you could have heard his whisper into the wind, the uncertainess in his voice. The whipser was a name, a name that used to be yours; it wasn't yours anymore, at least not right now.
"... Riku?"
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a/n; Umm... yeah. This is the first fic I've written in a long time, and I'm not sure if I got the characterization wrong or anything, but uhm, yeah. XD; And if you couldn't tell--it takes place during the cutscene in the Land of Dragons when Sora meets up with Riku but doesn't know it's him and all that stuff, from Riku's POV. XD;;;; And I honestly have no idea why I wrote it in second-person, present-tense, mm-yep.