Hey there! Yuu's back! *shot*
. . . Okay, I'm well aware that Chained has been dead for ages. I'm not even going to start with excuses- just know that I'm sorry and I plan on reviving Chained soon, my dears. :]
So my close buddy brought up this drabble-a-day challenge and I decided to give it a go (she is too, but should be doing so online *gives her a death glare*). Instead of just writing random drabbles, however, I decided to base each one off of a pick-up line. Lately, pick-up lines have been my daily amusement. I even use them on my friends- scaring the crap out of them (of course).
Enough ranting- enjoy the first drabble!
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be typing fanfiction if I owned Kingdom Hearts. (Hehehe . . .)
"Where'd my skittles go?" Riku looked up from his novel, the corner of his lip quirking upward in a slight smirk in amusement at his gravity-defying haired boyfriend's desperation for his sweet treat; the younger one was frantically flipping through the cluster of plastic bags on the kitchen counter (he had been putting up groceries). His cerulean eyes were adorably bug-eyed, and the fraught expression on his face grew with every empty bag that mockingly greeted him.
After his wild investigation, Sora slowly turned his skittles-hungry stare to Riku (as expected). The older, unaffected, stared back at him. "Where is it?" Sora's voice was deadpanned and lingered with a threatening tone. Riku simply rolled his eyes and averted his attention back to his book.
He barely read four words when his book was snatched from his loose hand, shut, and carelessly flung aside. Then there was a death grip on his shoulders and he was violently shaken forward and back.
"Look, I didn't mean to save over your Uncharted Two file- this is revenge enough! Gimme my skittles!"
Riku froze, his strength surpassing Sora's and stopping the skittle-greedy's wild raid in a heartbeat. "You did what?" Sora paled; damn him and his big, loose mouth.
Riku chuckled, shaking his head and brushing the gaming matter aside (despite his depression over his lost file). "Look, I don't have the bag," he said, his voice slightly slurred. Before Sora could respond in any manner, the older pulled him down until their noses were practically touching. Riku's lips parted, and a sweet, fruity aroma attacked at Sora's sense of smell. Then Riku's voice, the now indentified flaw to his strange dialogue still heavy on his tongue, was low, seductive, husky.
"But I have some skittles in my mouth. Want to taste the rainbow?"
Riku returned to his book shortly after with a bloody noise as he chewed his rejected skittles in defeat.
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