DISCLAIMER - I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy.
WARNING – Homosexuality, silliness, fluff, and some minor srs bsns.
RANT – This was a fiction that was written a while back that I have decided to re-write… somewhat. I originally wrote it… land knows how long ago (even I forget now), but I can say at least a couple of years. I'm mostly going through it to make it flow better and to help it make more sense. Things were very rushy and certain details didn't need to be given YET, especially no by the narrator.
However, it's been a while since I wrote something so one may or may not see some improvement.
Somewhat inspired by the lovely remake song "I'm a Believer," by Smash Mouth. Mind you all, this isn't a song fic.
"I thought love was only true in FAIRY TALES!"
Hi voice was crackling as he tried to sing, an odd whistle nose came from his nose. He was a young brunette with bright blue eyes and tan skin, jumping about in the living room of a two-story house. A simple home near the beach made of brick and some water-proofed wood with its own small dock and a little boat. In the distance, one could see an island that was almost straight across from the dock. Outside was a beautiful, sunny day with hardly a cloud in the sky…
Inside was the young brunette; kicking his legs, flailing his arms, and dancing like a lunatic to some song beating loud inside his own head.
"Meant for someone else, but not for MEEEEE!"
It was odd to see a boy with a dribbling nose and green lines under his eyes act so energetic. He stopped to drop to his knees over a blanket on the floor and cough roughly into one hand, than off he went again to jump onto the couch as if he had never stopped.
"Love was out to get me! That's the way it seemed!"
Perhaps it was the medicines, in particular a bottle of Dayquil that lay empty on the floor, but the boy turned on his place over the couch and there was a sudden roar of people. Every little carpet fiber was now a person, screaming for him. They were loud and raucous, begging for more of that scratchy, hoarse voice.
"DISSAPOINTMENT HAUNTED ALL MY," he stopped to sneeze, "MY DREEEEAAAMMMMS!"
"Shut the hell up!"
"DREAMS!"
A taller brunette stood at the entrance of the kitchen, gawking into the living room at the gigantic mess. The smaller brunette stopped in his tracks. In his surprise at suddenly being yelled at, a couch cushion had slipped and caused the thin brunette to fall. Luckily, he landed safely onto the rest of the couch. He sniffed in deep to keep his nose from dribbling too far, watching the taller male walk slowly into the room with a scowl. Everything was a complete mess. There were tissues strewn about, a bed pillow had ripped and the cotton inside had somehow exploded to all corners of the room, medicine bottles, Dayquil in the carpet, and even the sick brunette's clothes had been tossed aside.
"Sora… when did you? You know what? I don't care. Just put your pants back on."
The only thing left on Sora was a cape he had fashioned from a sheet, which miraculously had not come undone from his neck.
"You shouldn't run around naked like you're five again until you have something you can actually show off."
"Shut up, SQUALL."
"It's Leon."
"It's… SQUAK! Squak squak squak!"
"I hate when you're sick..."
Leon had a visible headache. He moved to stop the twitching in his brow by rubbing his forehead and temples, just in time to soothe some ache that was beginning to creep into his brain.
"Why are you so weird...? Most people would be exhausted when they get the flu. Why do you have to be so damn hyper?"
Sora chuckled like he was five. He turned so he was laying upside-down on his head. He gave Leon a kitty-like smile and a pair of droopy blue eyes.
"Sora..." Leon began, than just sighed. He looked at Sora with the flat frown. "Forget it... Just, stay down. Right there. On the couch. Please."
Sora shrugged, still naked and back down on the couch. Leon, as cautious as a little boy avoiding the cute girl with cooties, walked across the sea of fluid and unclean until he could grab a blanket that was left on the floor, tossing that over the brunette.
"I love you, Squall..." Sora said sweetly as he was covered, wriggling about on what was left of the couch until he could get comfortable. Leon had to undo the sheet around Sora's neck, as he could see it begin to choke the boy.
"It's not..." Leon just shut his eyes a few seconds as he slowly stood back up. He sighed again, frowning as usual when he opened his eyes again.
"I love you to, Sora." He said, as if defeated. "Need anything?"
Sora nodded as he turned to lie on his stomach, then moved to get comfortable again. "Yes. Can I have a hug…?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"But you love me!"
"No."
"I'll pay you?"
"No."
"How about a kiss on the cheek?"
"Hell no."
"A tiny squeeze on the shoulder?"
"No."
"An air hug?"
"What's an air hug...?"
"Like when you blow a kiss, but you're doing it hug style."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because no."
Sora pouted, his cheeks puffing up and his bottom lip sticking out as far as it would go. He huffed and let his chin fall into his contaminated pillow.
"Pout all you like." Leon replied, in a rather cold way, as he began to move toward the kitchen. "I'll get you some soup and hot tea instead. Okay?"
Sora nodded. "Okay... I love you, Squall."
"Yeah, yeah..." You're older than me, you idiot. Why do I always have to be the one taking care of you? This should be mom and dad's job, not mine.
Leon made his way back to the kitchen safely, despite so many chances to trip. There was a bubbling sound from the stove, coming from a steel pot settled over an old burner. Leon lowered the temperature under the boiling broth before grabbing for some pre-sliced ingredients. First he grabbed a tray of thinned potatoes and dumped them in. Then carrots, then sweet chilies, and so on until the soup was filled to the brim with seasoned broth and vegetables.
Ugh, maybe I should get a social life… They only make me do this stuff because they know I never leave the house.
It took a while, but after soup was made, Leon had to help Sora swallow it all down. He only succeeded half way. Sora did eat all the soup, but about an hour later part of it decided to revisit. After that minor fiasco, Leon was finally in the kitchen again. In his hand was a damp rag, which he used to wipe down the counter and the circular dining table nearby. The table wasn't dirty, but he figured he'd wipe it anyway just to know he did. He took his time cleaning up where he cooked, than tossed the rag into a small hamper in the corner.
There was a small window over the sink in the kitchen with the curtains pulled aside. It was only an hour or so past noon, so the sun was still high in the sky and in perfect view. Bright, yellow rays drowned the room in light, reflecting off the metal sink and right into Leon's eyes. At first, the sun was a welcome friend. Now it was more of a nuisance than the brunette was willing to handle.
As Leon moved toward the window, intent on closing the blue and white flower-print curtains, he was stopped short. Just behind him, installed into the wall… a white phone rang. It caused Leon to jerk around in shock and stare at it confused a moment, as if the phone had tried to attack him. He breathed a sigh and shook his head, walking to the phone instead of attending the window.
"Hello?" Leon answered in a polite voice, despite feeling annoyed. I always forget about this phone… I know Dad has a catering company, but does he have to have a phone in here? Isn't that what cell phones are for?
The long, curled cord scraped across the ground as he moved to check on Sora. The other brunette was fast asleep in the living room though the phone's ringing had been incredibly loud. He was peacefully snoozing on the floor in a pile of pillows, blissfully unaware that the world even existed.
It almost made Leon smile. Almost. Then the snoring began and the cute moment was suddenly over.
"Hello?" Leon asked again when second after second flew by and there was no answer. "Hello…?"
Still, no one answered. Nothing but the distant scratching noise that older corded phones have in the background to greet his ears. He hung up the phone with a click, settling it back onto the wall.
"Guess they changed their mind." Leon said dismissively to himself, once again distracted by the sun pouring through the window. He held a hand in front of his eyes to shield them from the blinding light reflecting off the shimmering steel as he turned from the phone, making his way to the window again. He had both hands on the curtains when the phone began to ring, but luckily he hadn't jumped that time. The first thing Leon did was close the curtains, not even leaving a slither of light uncovered. After the curtains were settled, he walked back to the phone.
"Hello?" Leon answered in that same polite tone. Again, there didn't seem to be anyone on the other end. "Hello? … I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Caller, but I cannot hear you. If you can hear me, please call Laguna Loire's second line at- "
"Squall..."
Leon's eyes popped wide open. The voice at the other end of the line was soft and feminine, so quiet he had almost missed it while reciting the dead air script. It sounded sad, somewhat slurred, and needy.
"W… Wha-"
"Squall… I miss you," and then the call ended.
Leon didn't move, not even to take a breath. He stood there with the phone glued to his ear in a shaky grasp, his mouth agape. It was an agonizing few seconds that seemed to last forever before he was forced to breathe again, his eyes slowly blinking back into his head. Leon lifted the old white phone and replaced it on the wall, slow and careful.
That voice… Leon took a deep, shattering breath and forced his mouth to close. His teeth tightened until his cheek bones felt numb. There's no way… There's no fucking way. It was just a customer or a family relative- a friend. Someone else who knows me…
Leon turned away from the phone and walked his way out of the kitchen. He shook his head out and took a moment to close his eyes, forcing his thoughts into a blank state. Sora was still snoring on the floor, hugging the couch cushion he had knocked over earlier to his chest as if it were another body. The smaller brunette hugged and snuggled with that cushion, murmuring incomprehensibly. Leon stood just a foot from the kitchen archway, watching his brother sleep, sneeze, and snore… still naked.
There's no way. I could barely even hear who it was… My mind is playing tricks on me. She only died… she only died a few months ago. Leon huffed, turning away from his older brother to stare at a random speck on the wall. He glared at it as if he could make the speck explode. It's part of… mourning, I guess. You hear things, you see things… You wish…
"Ugh, this is stupid." Leon thunked head against the archway. "Really stupid."
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