Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts I, II or CoM. It belongs to Square Enix and Disney.

Warnings: Riku has a hard-on. That’s pretty much it.

Author’s Notes: Do you think Riku ever got the Talk? I, personally, don’t think he ever had enough time for it. Anyways, I rearranged my room today, and found Kingdom Hearts I, which I thought had been lost to the depths of Under the Bed. My skin is all achy, though. From the dust. Should skin ache from dust?
Anyways, might miss tomorrow’s update – I’m going to Cairns in six hours (needtogotofreakingbed!) and probably won’t be home until late.

He doesn’t get along very well with DiZ. The man is obsessed with revenge – he’s full of anger, hatred and Riku thinks he might really be some sort of god of cruelty. The man is nothing short of rude and mean to Naminé, and sometimes he hits Riku. That is how it has been for the last few months, but now Riku is taller than him. His eyes are orange and dark, his skin tough and leathery, his hair long and limp. He walks ungracefully, lurching from side to side in this body. It's too big, too broad, too grown up for him. Riku is only fifteen – he supposes this is Ansem’s birthday present, for, indeed, he turns sixteen on the 25th of December, a mere month and half away. My winter child, his nanny would coo, My Christmas wish. You’ll be good so your Daddy pays me extra, won’t you?

Riku also thinks that this body is bad for his health – his chest is always heavy and aching, and no matter how many times Naminé frets over him, or how many potions he takes the pain and heaviness never go away. It’s a near-constant throb, a rhythm of hurt. He has his own theme song.

Tha-thump, tha-thump, ache, ache, pain, pain, tha-thump.

It’s cold, it’s wet and it’s really white. The glare from the snow is annoying, more so because he’s trying to run from Sora. There is something wrong with this scenario, he thinks to himself. He should be stopping, letting Sora hold him, clutch at him, and the thought of it merely sends another throb to his groin. He’s hard from running away – or maybe it’s because he’s so close to Sora? He doesn’t know, doesn’t understand.

No one ever bothered to stop and explain what The S Word was, or what S-E-X meant. He’s a frightfully naïve child, in the body of an adult full of terrible knowledge.

When he arrives back, at the place where he and Naminé are living, he stumbles into his room. Naminé knocks at his door, but Riku ignores her, instead curling up and pressing his thighs together. He wants to relieve the pressure, but he doesn’t really know how. He wants to ask someone, but he doubts any of the persons who live in this small town would understand why he’s asking.

“Oh, hello, Mr. Hutchings. You’re twenty-two, do you know why my dick is hard?”

Oh yes, that would go down splendidly.

So, sighing, Riku curls up and closes his eyes, and dreams flurried dreams of tanned skin and strong hands, soft smiles and blue eyes.