Overnight
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. This drabble collection was, in fact, inspired by a very short drabble done by the wonderful Miss Uzumaki-sama, authoress of the highly infamous Stygian Solace (among other things). And now that I've made sure that credit goes where credit is due, I must clarify that the rest of this thing (including a few of the more crack pairings) is entirely mine. Run away now if you don't want to be scarred for life, yaoi haters.
WARNINGS: Some sexual discussion in this chapter and later ones. Also, there will be many yaoi pairings (and one yaoi foursome), from the orthodox to the "Where in the world did THAT come from?" ones. If you cannot tolerate, do not read and especially do not flame. Seriously. Save me the hassle of siccing my muses on you and save yourself the pain and torment they will inflict. They're just creative that way, believe me.
"I'll be leaving you all around nine-thirty," Sora's mom repeated as she unloaded the groceries. "I know you can all make any food you want after that, and if anything bad happens, I know there'll be people responsible enough to take care of it. I have a lot of faith in you kids—just don't destroy the house, alright?"
"Yes, mom," Sora replied, shoving a stack of milk cartons into the refrigerator.
"Oh, and Sora—no matter what Riku tells you, I don't want you raping him all night, okay? You have other guests, and besides, I'm sure he'd like to be on top for a while, too. You keep an eye on him, Kairi."
Kairi giggled; Sora groaned. His mother liked to tease him about Riku like that, and it was usually funny, but in front of his friends, it got embarrassing… even in front of the girl who'd been his best friend ever since Sora's family had moved into the neighborhood when the two were only a few years old, and knew the details of his sex life as well as Sora himself did. Especially in front of her.
It was slightly past noon, and Kairi had recently come over to help Sora set up for one of his infamous sleepovers. They were always massive, as Sora usually ended up inviting not just his own friends, but their friends and their friends' friends as well. Over thirty people would be attending this time, male and female, of various ages. Luckily, Sora's parents didn't mind—they simply went out somewhere after removing the house's alcohol just in case. The girls would sleep upstairs while the guys took the basement, so there was plenty of room.
Sora had scheduled each group of his guests to come at different times so it wouldn't get too overwhelming. Still, even with the best of plans, thirty-three people was an awful lot—hence his asking certain guests to come over early and help.
Sora's mom was going over her list with Kairi. "Video games?"
Kairi pointed to the two consoles—a GameCube and a PS2—by the TV. "Check," she replied.
"Movie?"
Kairi wiggled the box of their Pirates of the Caribbean DVD. "Check."
"Popcorn and other munchies?"
"Check." Kairi paused. "Ansem's bringing the ice cream, though."
"Music?"
"Entertainment system downstairs, CDs in their cases, mics on stands, and karaoke machine," Kairi listed. "Check, check, check, and check."
"Condoms?"
"MOM!" Sora wailed.
"In the bathroom, under the sink, along with all the maxi pads," Kairi replied. "Check."
"We just want you to be safe in case something happens, sweetie," Sora's mother told him, patting his spiky brown hair and smiling.
"But, still…" Sora grumbled, red-faced.
The doorbell rang.
Leaving Kairi and his mother still going over the checklist, Sora went to answer it.
Two pairs of eyes peeked through the windows at him—one was deep cobalt and kept flicking down at some distraction, and the other was intense and demanding turquoise.
Sora opened the door and smiled. "Hi, Riku! You brought Namine along, too?"
Riku looked six inches down at his boyfriend—he'd just gone through yet another growth spurt—and shrugged. "She called and said she needed a ride. I drove us both." Tall, silver-haired, just a little bit built, and often too inquisitive for his own good, Riku had known Sora since kindergarten and had been his official boyfriend since they were in sixth and fifth grade respectively. Aside from Kairi, Riku was Sora's best friend, and for most of their young lives the three of them had done almost everything together.
Namine herself nodded, too busy drawing to concur with words. She was almost at the end of her tenth sketchbook of the year; Sora was willing to bet that she would finish it up tonight. Namine was always drawing. That, in fact, was how she'd met Sora; ever since middle school, she'd been in the same art class as Kairi and Riku and they'd introduced her to him. It hadn't taken long for her to be officially adopted into the fold.
"Well, don't just stand out there—come on in," Sora insisted, backing up so that they could. "Mom and Kairi are finishing up double-checking everything in the kitchen."
"I'll help," Namine volunteered softly, slipping her pencil through the spirals of her sketchbook and sweeping her platinum-blonde hair out of her face as she went.
"Okay, Riku, let's—" Sora started, but paused when his boyfriend pointed down the drive and snorted with a derisive look on his face.
"Don't look now, it's the statutory-rape-mobile," he announced under his breath. Sora sighed and shook his head, wishing that Riku was more willing to get along with Roxas' (admittedly somewhat strange… okay, very strange) nineteen-year-old boyfriend.
But then again, Axel sure did have a gift for getting off on the wrong foot with people and staying there.
He was pulling up in his flashy reworked car now, parking behind Riku's pre-owned silver Toyota on the street. One of the members of the highly infamous Organization XIII gang, he had a stubbornly happy attitude, an enthusiasm for combustibles, and a somewhat alarming disregard for personal space. And what was definitely one of the better dye jobs of Sora's friends. Even now, thinking of the awful bleach job Tidus had done on his dark strawberry-blonde hair in the seventh grade made Sora cringe; Axel's transition from black to red looked a lot better even when the roots started showing through.
Roxas emerged from the car before Axel did. He was Sora's cousin, and aside from the different colors of their hair (Roxas' was blonde, shorter, and stiffer by far), they looked remarkably alike. They also had similarly amiable personalities, although Roxas was somewhat more sensitive than Sora and didn't forgive as easily. Quicker to be hurt but also to anger, he'd actually gotten into quite a few fist fights at school over the past year, and if he hadn't had Axel's Organization comrades and his own small gang, the Usual Spot, around to back him up, Sora would've lost a lot more sleep worrying over him.
"Hi, guys," Sora called as Axel and Roxas chased each other up the walk.
"What's with the frowny face?" Axel demanded of Riku, the picture of mischievous cheer. "Smile! Or I shall poke you with the Finger of Doom!"
Riku looked as though any of Axel's fingers that got too close to him would be promptly bitten off.
"Er… right…" Roxas shook his head at Axel, grinning. They'd been going out for almost seven months, which was definitely a record for Roxas (who usually had a great deal of trouble keeping romantic relationships going due to his sensitivity), and Sora thought he'd never seen his cousin so happy. "Well, we brought CD mixes and a few games. Hope that's okay."
"It's great," Sora said warmly. "We all love Axel's mixes." As silly as Axel sometimes seemed, he could also be very thoughtful, and he and his gang's guitarist, another nineteen-year-old named Demyx who would be arriving later on, were into the habit of burning CDs for their friends. Axel's taste in music varied, and a mix usually included an even balance of throbbing techno, thrashing punk, the hottest pop, the coolest alternative and rock, and some quirky 80's disco. A few of Demyx's own songs, with their frantic guitar solos, were usually included as well. Hence, the mixes were essential to any party that involved dancing.
Kairi poked her head around the corner of the kitchen partition and squealed in delight. "Axel! You finally got here!"
Axel turned from the sullen-looking Riku and flashed Kairi a bright grin. "Hey, Princess!" As opposed to Sora's boyfriend, Sora's best friend had hit it off with Axel just fine. Kairi had a natural gift for getting along with everyone.
"You have to make Chex Mix with us tonight, okay?"
"Sure, sure." In addition to his CD mixes, Axel's other legendary attribute was his Chex Mix, which he was always able to make perfectly. Aside from that, he sucked at cooking, but to Kairi (and almost everyone else who attended Sora's parties) that was good enough for them.
Kairi giggled and ducked back into the kitchen.
Axel turned to Roxas. "Hey… I think we should do a test run of some of the tracks on the blue disc before the others get here. The stereo was sounding a little weird the last time Demyx beta'd it."
"Which ones?" Riku asked. "I'll go put it in now and see."
"I'll go too," Roxas volunteered. "I know what they're supposed to sound like. Just let me put the rest of this stuff away first." He dashed off to take care of his precious games.
"That's 2, 5, and 9, okay?" Axel told Riku. "2, 5, and 9—got it memorized?"
Riku groaned and rolled his eyes in Sora's direction, obviously looking for sympathy. By now, everyone—even Roxas—was a little bit sick of Axel's catchphrase. "Yes, Axel, I have it memorized. Don't spaz out on us." Taking the disc in question, he headed off into the hall that led to the basement stairs, shaking his head.
"Touchy, touchy," Axel commented, then turned to Sora. "So. What's going on?"
Sora shrugged. "No one else is coming until Leon gets here with Cloud and Seph at one-thirty," he said. "C'mon, let's get the Tostitos and salsa and I'll play you at WipeOut—Mom and the girls have got it covered in the kitchen."
"Fine by me." Axel grinned. "Better be ready to get your ass whooped."
"That's if you can manage not to crash in the first five minutes," Sora taunted. Laughing and shoving at each other, the two of them headed into the family room to set up the PS2.
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NEXT TIME: In the chauvinistic world of video games, things tend to be more than a bit male-dominated. However, Kairi has more than a few tricks up her sleeve.
Drabble No. 2: "Champion's Crown"