Disclaimer: (Herbal) Osaka-neechan does not own Kingdom Hearts.
Author: (Herbal) Osaka-neechan
Focus pairing: Roxas/Riku, Riku/Roxas
Characters: Roxas, Riku
Warning: Riku is a naked boy and Roxas wears a top-hat. And they have sex, of course.. NONDESCRIPT SEX. :O WHY?!
Summary: It's teatime now.
Point of view: Roxas
Perspective: Third person progressive (IS IT NOT?)
The conceptual corner: This took half an hour, courtesy Osaka-neechan sudden urge to submit to RikuRoku fairytale contest for November on deviantart. ››;; Then she came to recall that placing tags to italicize and bold and et cetera on deviantart was too tiring— which is why nothing of Osaka-nee's ever gets uploaded on the site, as she otherwise never spends her energy on coloring in decent artwork that's been produced by her.
This is rougher work that will most likely be revised sometime or another. There is a concept Osaka-nee developed awhile back being used in this piece, if completely simplified. She looks at this as practice for that broader outline. :D
The reception corner: s h e c a n o n l y s p e a k i n t h i s m a n n e r t o f u l l y i l l u s t r a t e t h e s c r e w i n e s s t h i s p i e c e h a s c o m e t o e x p r e s s .
And the "i"s keeps capitalizing by themselves; it's so frustrating. D:
Well, as mentioned above, this will probably be revised, sketchy as it already is. Osaka-nee will develop a further plot using this sketch and elaborate on it— as for now, since her recent archive of fanfiction totally lacks, and this was finished yesterday, she's uploading it. YAY. ♥
The one-shot is as confusing as the M-theory and perhaps not as much as Alice in Wonderland and Through-the-Looking-Glass, but complaints will be taken HAPPILY.
SO COMPLAIN. /encouraging :D for emphasis added here/
The crackpot corner: THERE IS NO SPOON. :O
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ABSINTHE'S SPOON
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'What is the use of a book, without pictures or conversations?'
Alice, from the opening paragraph of Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll (Charles Dodgson)
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tic tic
It's teatime now.
tok
tic tok
There is the contemplative pouring from the pot.
tok tok tok
"Good morning," Mister Riku tells him blissfully.
half past four and midnight fast approaching
tic tok tic tic
"Good 'morrow," he acknowledges softly.
"Is the boy there?"
"If Mister Riku would take his blindfold off, he'd know," says he.
(and always naked except for those ridiculous black bunny ears;
he disapproves this.)
tok tic tic tok tic
the beats from the clock are slowly broaching
b ro a ch i n g . ..
"I wish he were," Mister Riku says wishfully.
"I wish he were, I wish he might," he mimics.
and we all fall
The two live in a s k y s c r a p e r made of glass
high above the sea.
the fish stare as we come down
scatter while these foreign bodies immerse
"I want him to bring by a seashell," Mister Riku declares awhile later.
"Do you fancy him, Mister Riku?" asks he dully, thusly after.
The tea is absinthe, with a hint of copper.
there's this long long way to go
e y e s at the bottom
and there's that tok tok tic tok (it hurts doesn't it?)
(his ears; the chair screeches against the sleek tiles that make the floors.)
"You like seashells." says Mister Riku, and crouches before him, thumb brushing a cheek.
and the angels by the staircase were laughing so
you can still hear the voices chime
tic tok
He lowers his hat.
"The texture," he says, and Mister Riku presses kisses, "—the texture. I. I— want you. No, I— I want you to like. I want you to like—" butterflies against his skin,
like a book shut to preserve violets found late in the summer, by a little girl in a blue-checkered dress
tic tok
"to like— to like—
"like—"
the boy in the blue-checkered dress does not care to take a book from the shelves.
they know f o r e v e r.
"chip-chop chip-chop,
the last man's dead!"
they chorus
"Like?" Mister Riku echoes, lips resting under the ear. "I like."
The hat rolls across the floor and down a spiraling stairway—
"I like you," murmurs he, recklessly.
tok
and I look upon your humiliation
(in a place there is no breath
my hand reaches for your figure)
in complete adulation
And Riku's lips are mouthing something: R o x a s , in a garbled language
g a d a i s u k i
He pushes Roxas, and he is on Roxas, by then,
g a . . . ga dai s u k i
d a i s u k i
The clocks and pot and plates and cups
arrange themselves accordingly
(where they were, they are not before
and suchlike,
grammatically speaking)
but the tea spills.
And these fancy fabrics Roxas wears that Riku does not care for cover porcelain, machinery.
(Always naked except those ridiculous bunny ears
and blindfold)
tic tok
to drown with
you, I have waited
d a i s u k i
There is the roaring from the sea in his ear that was not there before, (muted)
and Riku is inside Roxas—
"hahh, hahh, hahh
"haaahh—"
He will climax fiercely, choking spit in completing pleasure, (he can't stop shaking)
and there is nothing on the floor but sleek tiles, and under those, the sea.
embracing your figure, for there is a long long way to go. . .
The hat rolls down the spiraling staircase running down the sea, and inside, there is a room that is a study—
the boy in the blue-checkered dress does not care to take a book from the shelve.
So they stay there, in a place without time.
half past four and midnight fast approaching
There are irises that devour Roxas, and its depths are the sea.
tic tok tic tok
tic tok
tok.
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END
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