this is the first fanfic I've written in a loooong time...
I'm not even sure where I was going with this, I kinda just woke up and started typing. fff.
anyways. it's a fluffy(?), really short Riku/Sora drabble. post-KH2, i guess? ;;
again, not exactly sure where I was going with this, as I originally planned to make it longer...'orz so if it seems incomplete or something... /dying
"We'll go together."
I'll meet you there.
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Because underneath the palm trees and star-shaped fruits, it didn't matter whose fingers intertwined with whose.
It didn't matter if you 'oh-so-innocently' placed a slightly more than a chaste kiss on unsuspecting lips just because Sora was being Sora.
And as cold hands met warm skin, he laughed breathlessly, wondering just how on earth had he been so unsatisfied with their island life, because paradise was really, right here.
He calls his name once, twice, until the keyblade master finally pries open his sleepy eyes, and turns to face him with nothing less than a sheepish grin on his face.
"What now, Riku?" the younger of the two feigns his annoyance, stifling a yawn.
His lips brush against his forehead lightly, his voice reduced to a low murmur. "...I'm sorry."
Blue eyes soften. "What're you talking about?" He shakes his head, sending his brown spikes everywhere and dangerously close to poking the taller boy in the eye. "I...forgave you a long time ago. So stop saying that, okay?"
And then he smiles, because it's just so Sora, to smile at overused words and to laugh when everything's wrong - so wrong.
Nothing's funny and the world's spinning, but his smiles are contagious, so he smiles too.