(Summary) Sora wants to know why Riku stares out of windows. Riku answers.

(Disclaimer) Oh I can always wish they belonged to me. But they don't unfortunately so please don't sue me.

(A/N) Normally I'd just post this kind of thing on my lj but I haven't posted anything in a while so...yeah XD; Short whimsical drabble. And, oh, timeline? What timeline? Pfft...Sometime after KHII? Maybe...

Answers to a Million Questions

Sora finds him staring out the window a lot. He watches as the other stares out for hours without moving an inch. As if the outside holds all the answers to the universe. It makes his breath catch how eerily beautiful the other will look, and yet at the same time it's like being stabbed by a thousand knives.

It's painful but he doesn't want to interrupt even if at times he feels like shouting, "I know the answers! Just ask me!" He'd volunteer them all in a moment but they fall off the tip of his tongue and he can't find anything to say. Maybe he doesn't really have anything to say. He just wants to make a sound, to tell the other that he's here, that he exists.

He'll shudder sometimes. The other won't acknowledge his presence; he'll be caught by whatever outside the window has his full attention. He doesn't do anything by halves and Sora appreciates that even as he finds himself cursing it by equal measure. He knows he wants that attention to be solely placed on him, even if it is a selfish thought. Hell he deserves it. Sort of. He saved the world after all didn't he?

But no. Instead it's the window and it's out there and in here, and the in here doesn't matter. He doesn't understand it – he doesn't really want to understand it.

Sure the view's nice. From the window you can see the beach and the waves coming in and the sun sinking down. But when the other sits down its dark and all you can see is black. A horrible blackness that is all the naked eye can make out. It makes him grit his teeth and he wants to put the light on or something. It's always off, no matter what.

It's on one of these occasions when Sora is simply standing there, itching to talk, when the other finally does something. He only sighs at first but then there's a glitter and deep blue eyes are turning and pinning Sora in place.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you with Kairi?"

It takes an effort to get his tongue unstuck so he can talk. His head is a jumble of exclamations. Finally! He's talking! And, more importantly, He's talking to me! It's a breakthrough and he grins as he answers. "Kairi's gone out for a bit...she said she'd be back soon."

"Hn."

"I...ah...noticed you'd been at the window lately. Is it really that cool?"

"Cooler than you."

The reply transforms his grin into a smile. This is it – this is what he was looking for. The witty barb, the ease with which they can talk. The normalcy. And for once he can feel Riku's attention on him and he basks in it. After all, why shouldn't he? It takes a while for him to garner enough courage, during which the quiet settles between them almost uncomfortably. He finally opens his mouth and the words come tumbling out, falling all over themselves.

"Riku are you okay?"

The silence stretches and then snaps and Sora almost wishes he hadn't asked. Almost.

"...I will be."

And that's it. Conversation over. It's short, and not fulfilling in anyway and, well, yes he wants more of it but he'll back off for now. People need space, and he knows that Riku wants it more than anything. He likes to think by himself and, as much as Sora wants to just be there for him he knows that sometimes it's better to simply leave.

Riku knows where he is – and knows that Sora is there for him. Even when he's not there Sora is always thinking of him.

So he can leave for today, because Riku knows. And his question's been answered.

.end.

short and sweet?