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Yes, this is in fact Sora x Riku. Don't like it, don't read it.
It's also a collection of what will be 50 drabbles. The themes are by Tatikara, so no stealie-poo without permission.
Kingdom Hearts isn't mine.
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#045 ; Pajamas
He hadn't asked for anything at all for his birthday. He had simply invited Sora over to his house, a hobby that occurred nearly every day (except Sora sometimes forgot the rule of common courtesy and usually invited himself over), with all the intentions of eating cake and playing video games and not going to bed until six in the morning in mind.
So maybe he wanted a little money, sure, but knew that his friend was always broke (this was common knowledge – Sora sniffed around for munny as much as he sniffed around for sweets, and he was probably somewhere between twenty and forty thousand munny in debt to Riku – the silver-haired boy had lost count months ago), and therefore could not possibly attain such a simple present for Riku.
But all faithless doubts cast aside; Sora did manage to get a gift.
Riku stared down blankly at the green fabric spilling from the parted clothes box like limp confetti. Tentatively, he reached out and rubbed it in between his fingers. Mmm, cottony.
Pajamas. Sora had given him pajamas, of all things, for his birthday.
"Pajamas," He repeated, this time aloud, as if it was the most ridiculous and unbelievable gift in the history of Destiny Islands. Well, it probably was. But what was even more horrible, now that he thought about it, was that this outrageous bestowal was perfectly predictable coming from Sora. He wearily glanced up at an expectant fifteen year-old, trying his best to show his discouragement. It, of course, went unnoticed.
"Yeah!" The brunette laughed, as if it was the most amusing thing ever, his gigantic spikes bobbing as he did so. "I've got a matching pair, too! You've gotta try 'em on, Riku."
"What demon possessed you to do this?"
"No demon." He grinned, albeit a little mischievously. "Just my own good will."
Without further complaint, he was hustled into his bedroom and locked behind his own closed door, left to either stare forlornly at the wall or dress. After hearing the bathroom door shut where Sora had trudged off to, he decided to perform the task option two included. He didn't want his friend to start banging the door down when he was getting undressed.
On second thought; Riku wouldn't mind that too much.
Nevertheless, Riku complied. He wasn't going to be the party pooper at his own celebration. He pulled the top over his finely chiseled chest and quickly glanced himself over in the mirror. It felt light on him, like silk, rippling as he took a step foreward, testing it out. He nearly felt weightless. And the pants were baggy, too – just as he liked them.
He padded towards the doorway once done to peer out from behind the open door. Sora came marching into view at once, dressed in plaid purple long pajama bottoms and a lavender T-shirt, nearly colliding with the hesitating boy. Riku raised a brow, silently grateful that he had gotten the green of the pair. Purple was just downright girly (all though he had to admit it looked good on Sora).
"See, it compliments your eyes. Kairi agreed that I made a good choice." Said Sora proudly, examining his work. So, Kairi had been in on this, too? Grr.
"Why couldn't she come, anyway, Riku?" He looked at him curiously, with those big blue eyes that appeared almost violet with his choice of dress. He realized he was staring into their sedative depths a little too long, and reluctantly tore himself out of his reverie, beginning to sputter.
"Oh . . . um, well . . . you know. She's, uh, coming over tomorrow." So Riku had sort of wanted to keep Sora to himself, just for tonight. Ha, he hadn't recalled it being such a handful before.
"Okay!" Sora was content with every decision his older friend made, it seemed. But after all, it was his birthday. He gripped the other teenager's wrist and led him into his own living room where they planned on sleeping.
"You can't possibly be tired, can you?" Inquired Riku, who had just witnessed the kid chug a liter bottle of Coke not ten minutes before. The caffeine had yet to kick in.
"No. I wanted to play Mortal Kombat."
Oh right. The TV and PS2 also inhabited this lovely little room.
After an hour of playing various video games, they still had a great amount of unspent energy.
"PAJAMA PARTYYY!" Sora exclaimed, leaping up on the couch.
"YEAHHH." Sora had managed to share another bottle of soda with Riku which had washed down the large chocolate birthday cake that had just been waiting to be ravished on the kitchen table.
They both jumped up and down on the couch violently, spewing pillows in their wake.
"PAJAMAS! PAJAMAS! PAJAMAS!"
Amidst their jovial displays of insanity, the two boys clambered off the disheveled sofa and stood in front of their sleeping bags. They turned their heads in unison to look at each other and shared a grin.
"Wheeeee!" Sora dived foreward, and for a moment he was suspended in air like a gliding Superman before he slid across his sleeping bag as if it were a Slip-'n-Slide.
"AHHHHH!" Riku followed suit, a little less gracefully than his friend and ended up crashing into him. "DAMN. My head." He pulled himself up-right, hand flying to his mass of hair and flattening it down. Sora was giggling – actually, truly giggling at him. Fricken' girly-man. But why wasn't he covering his ears?
Anyway, that clumsy act spoiled his mood, and he retreated inside his sleeping bag as a butterfly reversing metamorphosis would. Sora scooted into his own respective cocoon, but wriggled up to Riku seconds later and jabbed him with his protruding hairdo.
"Sora!"
"Sorry."
They lapsed into silence, and then Riku felt a peculiar kneading on his neck. Sora was burying his head into his shoulder. More like, he was cuddling.
"If you have lice, I'll kill you. Stop it."
"Don't you think our pajama party was fun, Riku?" The brunette whispered to him in the dark, finally taking the hint to be quiet. Actually, Riku wanted him to shut up, but at least he was getting there.
"Oh yeah. Real fun."
"Good times, you and me."
"Always and forever, Sora."
For once, there was blessed silence. Had Sora finally fallen asleep? No. Then he would feel the deep rising and falling of his chest against his side. Besides, an arm was sneakily trying to slither around his waist. Riku was going to bat it away, but at the last moment, decided against it. There was something comforting about Sora's touch.
"Please don't leave me again, Riku." His breath tickled the sensitive part of his inner-ear, sending a shiver of guilt down Riku's spine. He paused before speaking up to the ceiling, which was barely distinguishable in the darkened room.
"I didn't really mean to, Sora." He hadn't. He really hadn't. He wouldn't have gone and opened the door if he knew Sora would follow him to the ends of the worlds, to try to save him – to try to rescue him from his darkness. He should have thought that part out more. Sora had always tagged along with him on the islands, ever since they met each other. "I won't. Ever again."
He heard Sora sigh, snuggling closer, reassured by his answer. "Then we can have pajama parties every night."
If it'd be like this every night, Riku mused, then he was looking foreward to it.
AUTHor's NOTe - -
Wowww. I don't think the others will be on so much crack; don't worry.