Riku felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. No, that didn't sound right. With that face, with that voice. He needed to pick out the differences to keep himself from feeling further unnerved. This wasn't the time to be put off balance.

Though, having the other boy suddenly right in his face certainly did just that. He steps back quickly, his hand pulling the keyblade down and out. Luckily he'd put enough space between them to avoid slashing the boy.

Didn't he want to slash the other boy? No. There was just.. that one thing pulling his hand back.

"It isn't your's. Who are you? What are you?" The yellow eyes had some indication, but he didn't want to assume. It was most likely just an errant ball of emotions masquerading as some dark fear.