Welcome to the Riku/Yuffie 100 -

"You Plus Me Equals Us!"

Welcome! I'm so very glad you've chosen to visit this teensy, tiny little corner of the Kingdom Hearts fandom, the one that ships Riku, everyone's favourite silver-haired, turquoise-eyed sex god and Yuffie, everyone's favourite great kleptomaniac ninja babe. Yes, Riku/Yuffie. Also known as Yuriku or Ruffiku. Quite the pairing, as I'm sure you'll find out.

These ficlets have nothing to do with each other. They are, essentially, small individual blurbs. Each chapter is another ficlet, another oneshot, another drabble. Nothing continues from another, nothing is necessarily connected to the other. it is merely a joining of one hundred (or, rather, soon to be) stories about Riku and Yuffie.

There will be laughter. There will be humour. There will be joy, happiness, crazy shenanigans, and, perhaps even a bit of angst. And, without furthur ado, the first story of one hundred...

Title: Annoying Dork

Wordcount: 390

Pairing: Riku/Yuffie

Rating: K

Notes: This was written a LONG time ago for KHdrabble livejournal. It's old. It's Riku's second encounter with Yuffie after coming to Traverse Town. And thus is the start of their relationship.

Annoying Dork

Her mouth twists into a stubborn pout, dark eyes narrowing with that icy sort of quality that makes him roll his eyes. She isn't nearly as threatening as she thinks she is, he muses as he glances up and down her figure, which is tense and angry, her arms folded across her chest and the curve between her hip and abdomen apparent above her slow-slung shorts. Fairly curvy but still scrawny. Cute. Not bad for a fourteen year old.

"You're such a dork, Riku," she accuses. As usual, childish, immature. And really damn annoying, he thinks, and vaguely wonders why the King would just ditch him here in Traverse Town with these guys. He wanted adventure, not a loud, rambunctious kleptomaniac, a calm flower girl, and a moody leather fetishist.

"Shouldn't have left them on the floor, idiot," he retorts coolly, and tries to stand up from the couch, only to have her step over and shove his shoulders hard. Forced back down, he collapses there, and looks up at her with an irritated sort of scowl. Riku is grumpy. Riku is not looking forward to the rest of the day.

"You ruined my game," she denounces, glowering, and suddenly, pulls a knife from the holster on her thigh. He finds her crouching over him, one orange boot on either side of his thighs. Her dark hair hangs in her eyes, and her fishnet-gloved hand clutches the knife tightly, holding it under his throat.

He breathes slowly, feeling his patience ebb away. And, realizing that he has a lethal weapon at his windpipe, says, "Geez, I'm sorry."

She grins wildly. She pockets the knife, violet eyes dancing, body relaxing, and she gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. He stares at her a moment, taken aback, and then she says, "Now now, was that so hard, dorkus?"

Yuffie skips off, her marbles still spread out across the floor. Riku slowly sits up straight, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Idiot," he says, though no one else is in the room. But he smiles with amusement.