Title: His Light

Summary: When Ansem's lingering presence grows stronger, it forces Riku to strike out at the person he loves the most.

Pairings: Riku/OC

Warnings: Mild abuse, violence, swearing, some possible implicational thoughts of rape, and Ansempossed!Riku, whom we all know we really secretly love. Ha-ha. No.

Fandom: Post-KH2

Disclaimer: I own Yuki, and the plot to this fanfiction. Key word in that sentence is fanfiction.


She didn't complain much – not like the other girls who would come around him, and whine about "oh – my hair is a mess!" or "class totally like, sucked, right Riku?". No, she rarely ever came to him to vent about her day – actually, he was normally the one venting to her because it seemed like he just… wasn't fitting in anymore.

Not like the girl from Hollow Bastion really was, either; heck, she spent most of her time outside behind the school talking to Sora, or Kairi, or him about the other worlds, or she'd been in the school library, reading. Leave it to her to find something interesting in the poor literature choices that Destiny Islands' High School had in their "armory"— but that was hardly the point.

No, Yuki could make friends quickly (a lot of girls had spoken their curiosity and partial annoyance of the girl who "purposely kept herself secluded"), but she decided numerous times against it.

Of course, she wasn't like Riku was – she didn't threaten to kick the ass of the guy next to her because she was just peeved with something she felt, or secretly light someone's math homework on fire just because she could, and then say that "well, he deserved it" when the principal would ask. But she would accompany Riku every time, and say that Riku had been provoked and it wasn't his fault. She'd lie for him.

After a while, Riku just stopped caring when people would yell him at, because he had something they didn't and wouldn't: her.


All of that changed a little after a year. After that, Riku would find himself waking up in her house, and finding his knuckles red from… well, he didn't know what (and frankly, he didn't think he'd want to know). Yuki started wearing the long-sleeved version of the school uniform and spoke nothing of reasons; the light, too, began to dull from her eyes.


Riku noticed one day, after finding himself lying on her bed in the morning, that she had these horribly large, black-and-blue bruises going from her shoulders to the middle of her back. She had scratch marks near those, ringing around like a Heartless' claws tore at her countless times; even had small traces of blood slipping from a few of them.

He was horrified, more so, when he saw the blood on his fingernails, and made quick to leave her home as fast as he could.


Riku would not be near her. He switched from all of his classes (which, once to his pleasure, he had shared with her), and even asked the few teachers who, upon threatening to fail him if he did so, if he could find a tutor to come and teach him at his home. He told no one of the marks he had left upon the girl he had become so very fond of.


Night after night, no matter how Riku would attempt to keep away, he would find himself waking up in Yuki's lovely "home". He would sit and watch her quietly, as her chest would rise and fall, as her breathing would stay steady, as her lips would part with every breath – even as her lower body moved until she was wrapping her legs around the maroon blanket that was on her bed. His mind crooned about how very delicious and easy she looked; he could take her innocence so simply, and he wouldn't have to worry about…

No…

No, that wasn't him!

Riku had never once thought of ever touching her with malice or lust. He had never struck out at her. He had never gone to physically punish her for anything. Why was he now?

His thoughts trailed to Ansem, and how the man had promised that he would return. It had to have been the Seeker of Darkness forcing him to injure her, which meant he would continue to until Riku either killed her, or somehow found the loophole to the action.


A month later, Riku found himself at Disney Castle, to speak with the King and Queen about the issue at hand. He had forced Sora and Kairi to keep close tabs on the girl, as to not allow her to follow him.

"What do I do, Your Majesty?" Riku looked out at the moon, idly petting Pluto's head while he spoke. "I thought had had all of this under control…"

"Gosh, Riku – you're really in trouble, aren't you?" The mouse frowned a bit, feeling sympathy for his friend. Mickey didn't really know what to do either. "But if Ansem won't stop hurtin' her, you gotta decide on your own. Maybe Namine will –"

The boy growled, "I don't want Namine to give me a shortcut!" Pluto yelped and shot away as Riku's hand slammed down on the railing of the balcony. Next to him, Mickey jumped at bit, having not expected the teen's rage.

Riku's eyes softened immediately when he noticed he had frightened his friend, and he glanced away guiltily. "I… I don't want to forget about the Darkness," he told the King, "it led me to her."

Yuki was his Light; his everything; his world; his Road to Dawn. He would not risk anything if it meant losing her…

Mickey smiled at him. "I was hopin' you'd say that," he laughed, "so, why don't you ask Yuki what's been going on? Or Kairi, maybe."

"Why would I ask them…?"

"Trust a woman's instinct, Riku – sometimes they seem to handle these things in a different look than we do."

Riku didn't smile, though, not even with the King's jokes. He merely looked at Mickey, touched his heart, and scowled at himself. "I can feel it – the Darkness in my heart rejoicing and ripping at me. I don't know how much longer I can fight it." The boy, who was normally so strong, and courageous, felt so weak, helpless, and terrified and he did not like it in the slightest bit.

"I won't let the Darkness take you…!"

His eyes went a bit wide at the echoing voice that came into his mind. He remembered when she had told him that, how she had tried desperately to hold her clutch on his hand, how she had been fighting her own tears. Yuki had been horrified by the waves of Darkness sweeping over him, but she had fought it off; she had saved him…

She had promised him.

Riku was her Darkness, and there was nothing that he knew could change that. Even when months later he managed to snap Ansem away in the cage he belonged in, Yuki was still his polar opposite. It didn't take her long at all to ignore the injuries, as she believed him when he'd told her that it wasn't him doing it.


"Are you challenging me?" Riku asked, looking over at the girl who had just recently dumped a full bucket of water over his head. The brunette held a sly smirk on her face, but did not reply. The silver-haired teen leapt to his feet, tackling her into the warm beach sand. "Well? Hmm?"

She laughed, trying to kick him away. It had been a year, and Riku had been (mostly) Ansem-control-free. The bruises had disappeared, and the scratch marks had healed. Yuki had no feelings of distaste for the boy at all, and beach trips and mishaps had become common for them.

Yuki and Riku both relaxed, watching one another's eyes patiently. The girl pushed herself up a bit, kissing his lips. The action was quick, awkward, and she pulled away with a smile.

"No," she told him. "I'm loving you."

He smiled a bit.

"Riku! Yuki!" Sora's voice called from inside of one of the shacks placed across the island. "Are you two decent?"

"No! Me and Riku are being sexy, Sora, we'll talk later!"

Riku flushed a bit, even as he heard Sora and Kairi start laughing loudly, the two remaining hidden in the shack. "Yuki," he shouted.

The girl snickered, "oh, I love you, so shut up and let me have my fun… please?"

"Only because you asked me nicely," he agreed.

She smirked, kissing him again. This time, their kiss wasn't so awkward, and Riku leaned into her lips with desire.

His Light certainly did love to keep calm her Darkness.