Delays

by lina09

Sora was supposed to be driving, Riku was supposed to cool, but sometimes you hit a bump in the road.

Title: Delays
Author: Lina09
Genre: AU Drama/Humor
Word length: 396
Rating: G/PG--Minor language warning.
Yaoi/Yuri/Pairings: No parings (But if you squint hard enough and tilt your head...)
Sypnosis: Sora was supposed to be driving, Riku was supposed to cool, but sometimes you hit a bump in the road.

A Note: Don't feed me to the ravens please! This is my first attempt at KH fandom writing.

Riku stared out at the broad flat plane of land, his white hair-excuse me, silver- hair whipping around in the moderate wind. There was nothing as far as his eyes could see. Shading his eyes from the sun he glared at the the wiggling red butt half sticking out of the car. Of course, /Sora/ wasn't affected by the heat.

Of course the car had to break down.

Of course the car had to break down in the middle of bo-fuck-nowhere.

And now he had no life saving A/C. Pale fingers picked angrily at the sweat soaked wife beater. Too hot for a shirt, more skin to burn without the shirt. Feeeh. He was melting, he was sure of it. And the wind was only mocking him, the wind itself was so hot and most if felt like rolling in hot mud. Eugh.

"Hurry up Sora!"

*Klunk!* "Stop complaining Riku! We'll be on the road again in a little bit." the slightly muffled reply came from half under, half in the car. In fact, Riku wasn't even all that sure just where Sora was anymore. Besides in the car. Nor was he able to quite remember exactly was was wrong with said car, just that it was now not working anymore. And now he had no A/C.

Hunching over more in the slight shade of a signpost Riku continued to glare and mutter curses at the car, murderous thoughts in his head.

One half life-time and one "Huzzah!" later, Sora bounced out of the car wiping his hands on a rag, grease smeared over one cheek and spikes somehow even worse for the wear, and pronounced the car fit for travel. More like, "I think it'll get us to the next place but it also might now blow up on us too!" Not that he cared anymore, Riku just wanted out of here.

"Good enough." he grunted, slipping back into the car. The seats were uncomfortably hot, sweat and vinyl burning and sticking to him alternatively. Trust him to never take Sora's advise again on clothes, a wife beater and shorts. Short shorts!

Riku sighed blissfully when waves of cold air began blasting from the vents. Glancing out the window as Sora turned the car away from the shoulder, Riku saw a sign and smirked.

Welcome to Andalusia, Alabama! had been written over with; Hell.