Let's just say I met a mime, and developed a slight crush. Later, my head gave birth to a plot bunny, and this was created! (typed up at like midnight. expect a few errors.)
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Kairi first saw him in a crowded mall, the flow of passerby's blocking her view as they passed. At that moment, she did not know why he was so captivating to her, but when asked, years later, she'd say it was his smile.
You see, Twilight Town was no longer the quaint suburb it had been 8 years ago, when a teenaged Kairi had first moved in. It was a bustling city, overflowing with people who had long since run out of time.
But he, he was not looking at his shoes, power-walking to whichever destination with no sightseeing planned, no expression on his young face.
No, he was smiling brightly, genuinely, as a young brunette girl stared up at his face, her mouth open with wonder. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips in a perfect imitation of over-confidence, and his fingers slipped into a discreet pocket, drawing out…
Nothing. His cheeks puffed out, as he took in another deep breath, one hand getting farther from his face as the pretend balloon swelled with air. With a pleased smile stretched on his painted face, he held out 'the balloon' to the girl, bowing with a flourish as she 'accepted' the gift.
A boy with gelled up blond hair, slightly older, pushed to the front of the crowd that had begun to form.
"I want a balloon too!" he said loudly, commanding.
The mime smiled again, dazzling. He repeated his motions, spiky brunet bangs falling into his eyes as he extended his hand to the boy. However, the rebellious boy had other plans, and with a wild cackle he 'popped' the balloon.
Kairi giggled as the mime adopted a horrified expression, one hand over his heart as he staggered back, acting as though he'd been shot.
The shorter girl, too, seemed offended. "Hayner, how could you?" she cried, trying to console the mime, who played along delightedly.
She stayed there a long, long time, watching him go about his improvisation, watching him nod thanks to everyone generous enough to drop a few coins into a hat. When at last the spectators had mostly cleared out and he leaned against the wall for a break, she made her way forward, fumbling with a ten-dollar bill. It fluttered down to join the other coins and bills in the black fedora.
As she straightened, their eyes met. His, she decided, were the color of a cloudless summer sky at noon; clear and beautiful. Almost lazily, he detached himself from the brick and stepped forward to meet her. His hand found hers, and without breaking the gaze, he kissed the back of her hand, as any French gentleman would.
"What is your name?" she asked softly. In response, he shrugged one shoulder apologetically, and pointed up.
Ceiling? She wondered, but he could not, would not speak as a mime.
That was the beginning, she hoped.
…
The next day she was back, scouring the same area, at the same time of day. He was not there. Feeling just a tiny bit panicked, she rubbed her eyes and hoped she wasn't too tired to find him. She had stayed up until one last night, searching the web for more on mimes. It had driven her roommate, Xion, insane.
She went over the whole mall, twice. He was nowhere to be seen. This, of course, led to the perfectionist side of Kairi over-thinking everything, There were many malls in Twilight Town, maybe he went to another one? If so, would he come back to this one? When? Every-other day? Every few days? Once a week? Whenever he felt like it?
Or, say miming was actually illegal in Twilight Town and he'd been arrested?
Her head hurt so much she just went home. No amount of shopping could cheer her now, even though it was her favorite pastime.
…
He was not there the next day. Nor the one after. And not a week later, either.
Kairi despaired. In one day, she'd become much too addicted to a stranger's smile, and now it seemed he had moved on, charmed all the red-headed girls in Twilight Town and gone to the next on the list.
Xion was still driven insane, this time by Kairi's moping and silence. Her friend tried to make her happy, but left, in the end, for an evening out with her boyfriend. Kairi absently waved good-bye to Xion and Riku and prepared for bed.
…
Three weeks later, they met again. She watched once more as he displayed his tricks, entertained the crowd, and never said a word. And then finally, he was done, walking out of the men's restroom with his face void of the classic white makeup, his mime outfit folded up in a backpack.
She had to admit he was attractive, even more so as he smiled once he caught sight of her waiting form. He stopped in front of her, and she had to look up to meet his eyes.
"I was kind of hoping you'd be here again," he said, a half-smirk on his lips. His voice was deeper than she'd expected.
"I'm flattered," Kairi answered dryly.
His eyes lit up and he extended a hand out for her to shake. "Pleased to meet you, Flattered, my name's Sora."
Kairi blushed a pale pink, pouting as Sora made fun of her.
"My name is actually Kairi, thanks for asking. And now I get why you were pointing at the ceiling last time."
Sora laughed. "Yeah. Sora, sky, up and all that. And I'm sorry I teased you, Kairi, it's just that the opportunity was much too great to pass up."
Giggling insanely, Kairi was seized by the urge to annoy Sora, and she proceeded to do just that, reaching out to mess with his hair. Sora's eyes widened, and then narrowed.
"Oh, you asked for it," he said menacingly, and Kairi ran off, clutching her purse like a lifeline. He chased, caught her in more ways than one, and brought her lunch.
"The opportunity was much too great to pass up!" she quoted.
It was the start of something beautiful, a relationship between two people that was so right and so carefree that they settled into each other's lives as easily as if they'd grown up together.
First Chapter! This'll probably be only four or five at maximum. Expect three chapters for sure. And, this ends very sadly. You've been warned!
See, A and P? I DID upload? E, hope you enjoy this too!
XoXo, S.