Disclaimer: I don't own KH.
Theme: Asymmetry
The place was drenched in that rich yellow light of summer that meant a storm was coming. The portent of warm rain and quiet rolls of thunder, the quiet, soothing kind. Riku liked the stillness of it all; the silence of their absence, the uneasiness of the waves, and the smell of the rain that was soon to fall. They had warned him that it would be safer to go back to the mainland while the water was still calm, or to at least leave the beach and head for the inner part of the island, but Riku knew these humid yellow tones and the gentle storms they brought too well for that. There were storms that could make the sea violent and the lightening a threat, but those were different. Riku wasn't afraid.
"Why'd ya think Kairi left?" Looking down from his usual seat, Riku saw his friend just as he had imagined him. Carelessly leaning back against the curve of the tree, hands thrown languidly behind his head, eyes taking in the entire ocean.
"Because it's going to storm." Riku looked back out at the water, the wind swirling around him once more as it waited for the rain. He could see Sora look up as the first distant roll of thunder was heard, a low mumble from the cloudy sky.
"She stayed last time, didn't she?"
"Probably because she fell asleep before it started. She probably would have left if the water had been calmer when she woke up." They were both looking back out at the ocean, watching with a mix of anticipation and fascination as the waves of rain came toward them from the horizon. No matter how many storms they stood through, the feeling of excitement never seemed to completely die.
The rain doused them instantly, heavy drops of warm water splashing on their eyelashes and weighing down their hair. Sitting next to Sora, their clothes trickling streams of water, little liquid icicles, Riku was reminded of when they were younger and switched clothing every other day. How Sora would laugh at the too-long sleeves of Riku's shirt, or walk on the hems of Riku's pants. Sora's clothes were always a bit snug, but they were always warm, and always seemed welcoming, like they still smelled lightly of their owner. Like they had almost been a little part of Sora that he'd been given to feel and fit into.
But Riku eventually stopped laughing when Sora tripped in his oversized shoes, and instead claimed that playing dress-up was for girls. Eventually their games had all become races; who could eat their cereal the fastest, who could do their homework the fastest, who could clean their room before the other. Somewhere along the line they had forgotten that someone else's clothes meant home for them, that the sky was only blue when someone else's eyes were looking at it with them. Somewhere between threading the needle and sewing a tapestry, they had grown up a little bit, forever changing the design of their life; adding new colors, and taking a few away.
Alone in the rain, drenched and warm, listening to gentle thunder and watching heat lightning, they were on their island. They had explored every inch of the island, knew its dark secrets like they knew the lines of each other's palms, and here they stood, the only faithful left when the storms came. But even if one day they finally took this moment away too, if this storm were never to happen for them again, if they were to leave the island with all the others and ride back next to Kairi, it was still already sewn into the pattern; all he would have to do would be to look back and find it. Even if he stopped using this color and graduated to a steel blue for maturity, or a sea green for independence, Riku would never forget the summer yellow that brought the storms.