Fighting in the Sand
Okay, so remember that alphabet drabble meme from a couple months ago? I'm still working on getting the last couple done, it's just that I haven't had the spark yet to get 'em down. I finished one more today, but it would've been two, except I accidentally did one for a topic that I'd already done.

I never claimed to be well-organized, okay? So here's my spare KH2 slashy drabble.


Fighting in the Sand
He'd turned to the darkness. Embraced it, even. All of Sora's joking and assurances couldn't stop the whispers behind his back whenever Riku showed his face in public. He didn't know how any of them knew, but they did. At least, they suspected. Perhaps something had changed about him, some outward manifestation of his inner darkness. He no longer belonged to darkness, but he carried plenty of it within him.

He spent most of his time on the island, secluded from the others. The only respite came during Sora's frequent visits, joining him as they stared at the water, cajoling him into practice fights. Pulling off his favorite moves and tricks felt a little silly with wooden swords instead of keyblades, and Sora never failed to make him smile and laugh a little.

Until one day Riku slipped backward, Sora stumbled forward, and they landed on the sand, Riku pinned with wide eyes under his friend's body, their faces inches from each other. And then Sora tilted his head and smiled. When he kissed him, Riku couldn't help it. He threw his arms around him and held him close, as if afraid he'd melt away like the sunset.