Idea spawned from making fun of Yuki—endless fun. And the idea of cross-play as discussed between, who else, me and Yuki!
Yuki: You are way too energetic.
Riyu: The game possesses me...Sora's already made so many references to Riku!
Riku: Because he loves me
Sora: ...er, yes. -blush-
Riku: Heh
Warning: slash, duh
RikuxSora, and next chapter and on, LeonxCloud most likely
Yuki: Review. I do not like to listen to him -points at Riyu- whine. Period.
Riyu: ...mean.
Cross-play
Prologue: Innocent
It had all started so innocently...oh so very innocently.
Sora buried his face in his arms with a groan, vaguely aware of a sympathetic Roxas patting him awkwardly on the back.
It was that time again, time for the spring festival, time to decide what class 3-A was going to be doing. There had been many suggestions but in the end, their class President—whose name Sora couldn't remember at that moment but once he did made a promise to himself he would pummel mercilessly—decided they should put on a play.
Again many suggestions were made as to what play. Tidus, a rowdy troublemaker with a silly grin suggested plays that didn't exist—which is to say he made up names that the class puzzled over each time until they discerned he had in fact been making them up, at which point Tidus was kindly asked to shut the hell up. Shrugging and not in the least put out, the blond did so, arms carefree behind his head as he lounged. Yes, that was Tidus alright. Selphie suggested Snow White, being the hopeless romantic she was, earning many groans from the boys and some looks of 'it could be worse' amongst the girls. Someone even suggested they not do a play at all, to which there was an ample amount of silence before the other suggestions for plays piled in.
In the end they drew one from a hat.
Sleeping Beauty.
Okay, the boys could deal with that, as could the girls. There was a fair bit of romance and there was a fair bit of sword-fighting and a fair amount of other things, costumes and whatnot so everyone would have a part in making the play successful, exactly what the class President wanted—whatever his name was. Sora was still trying to remember so he could properly maim him.
It just wasn't fair.
But we haven't gotten to that part yet.
There was a bit of a brawl between the girls in the class over who would get the role of Aurora, the princess. The boys, not really caring, yawned and watched mildly enthused until the class president stopped the brawl with a declaration that the parts would be distributed in the only fair way, the same way they'd picked the play itself: draw names and parts, from two hats of course.
So they drew...and drew...and drew, until the girls were even ready to just give it all up to chance, let them smack some names down and call it day.
Finally, it seemed there were only two parts left to draw. Everyone else would get some kind of stage-assignment or the like. The two remaining roles were the prince and his princess...or vice versa as Selphie pointed out, depending on how you looked at it.
"And our prince will be..." the class president paused. "Riku Miyahara?" The question mark evident at the end of the reading incited a few giggles. The silver-haired heartthrob with glass-green eyes arched a brow.
"What? I am a prince," he said. Some of the girls swooned, others whispered excitedly amongst themselves. Truly, Riku was their prince, their devilishly handsome, royally arrogant prince...they didn't much mind the arrogant so long as he kept wearing his uniform with the top three buttons undone, like he always did, and so long as he kept on shooting them those flirtatious and sensual smirks of his, like he always did.
The only one it did bother was...
"In your wildest dreams, maybe," a bored voice remarked in response to Riku's comment. The silver-haired boy turned his attention to the boy sitting behind him, the one, the only, Sora Kobayashi, blue-eyed brunet who came up to about Riku's chin. For years the two had gone to the same schools.
Riku was always the hottie, the heartthrob, the...whatever other term for 'attractive male' happened to cross the lips of his fellow students. Everyone knew who he was. Sora on the other hand was pretty much unknown, except to his best friend, Roxas. But that was fine with the brunet who didn't care for the limelight at all. It wasn't until high school that Riku and Sora had even exchanged looks, much less words.
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It had been after school, they were at the lockers. Sora's was a few feet from Riku's, as somehow it always ended up being. And it was empty, the hall, except for the two of them. Shuffling through his things, at the sound of a laugh Sora had looked up and over at the silver-haired boy. Sora watched as Riku loaded his arms up with what appeared to be an obscene amount of letters with hearts on them, envelopes and the like...and heaved them straight into the conveniently placed trashcan nearby.
"What are you doing?" Sora had exclaimed, not thinking. Now his first reaction to his own words had been the strong desire to clamp his hands over his mouth and sink into the floor. But since that didn't seem likely to happen, he'd decided he better stand his ground as Riku leaned casually against his locker with that cocky arched brow of his.
"What's it to you?" Riku had returned airily and shut his locker.
"Those were people's feelings!" Sora had continued. He'd already made a fool of himself, might as well go all the way.
"I know. So?" Riku replied, bored. Sora's insides squirmed. He admitted Riku was good-looking...sexy even. But the boy's attitude had to go.
"S-so…aren't you going to at least read them, tell them no...nicely?" Sora managed, feeling slightly lame but also believing entirely in what he said. He didn't much care how popular Riku was. The guy couldn't just throw away people's emotions like that without a care in the world. It was wrong...mean...hurtful. This affirmation in his own decision must have shown as Sora's blue eyes flashed passionately, fists clenched at his sides. He noted, unhappily that he had to look up to Riku...literally. The boy was a whole head taller than him practically.
"No," Riku said flatly and with a shrug began to walk away.
Wait, that's not how it's supposed to happen, Sora had thought, slammed his own locker shut and followed quickly.
"That's it then? You're just walking away, running away? Those people spent time on you don't you think you owe it to them to return the favor? Aren't you supposed to be nice?" Sora plodded beside Riku, glowering up at the slightly older boy the whole time.
"Look, it's their fault for wasting time on such stupid things," Riku scowled. The brunet looked cute, but once he opened his mouth the story changed remarkably, or so Riku felt anyway.
"People's feelings are not stupid!" Sora had yelled finally. His voice had echoed through the halls like mad and his fists were now clenched at his sides, again, shaking this time. Riku whirled to face the brunet, eyeing him calculatedly.
"Well, what would you do?"
Sora blinked.
"Wha— I...well," Sora stumbled. Riku smirked. "I guess I would tell them I was sorry I couldn't return their feelings."
The smirk softened. Now Riku was interested.
"Why?"
Sora looked at his feet.
"Because...because I think I'll know when I meet the person I want to be with," Sora said quietly. Here there had been silence and then Riku, feeling suddenly very curious had then said.
"How would you know?"
"I just would," Sora replied at the time. An unreadable look passed through Riku's eyes as he seemed to drink in the boy in front of him. Sora shifted uncomfortably.
Why did this feel so awkward?
A pause and the feeling passed as Riku waved a hand arrogantly.
"Well, too bad it's me getting all the letters and not you, then, isn't it?" Riku smirked as he had switched back into his usual mode and walked away, leaving a thoroughly irritated and mildly bewildered Sora behind.
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That was a little over a year ago.
And now...just like then...Riku's lips curved upward, amused.
"Jealous? It's understandable. Difficult not to be jealous of the irresistible," Riku's eyes danced as Sora's eyes narrowed more and more...really the boy couldn't get past the 'pout' stage. He was adorable really, innocently, and inexplicably desirable, something Riku had had in the back of his mind for a while.
"Irresistible? If by irresistible you mean irresistible to punch, thrash, or throw out of a window with good faith that all your hot air will carry you safely to the ground, then yes, Riku, yes you are," Sora replied smoothly, eyes no longer narrowed, instead lazy almost.
"Ahem," that's when the class president, still nameless, had asked them to kindly quit their banter long enough to pick the princess. And the two had complied.
But not before Riku Miyahara leaned across Sora Kobayashi's desk and brushed the brunet's ear with his lips, whispering, "Hot? So glad you noticed." In a second the silver-haired one was sitting forward in his seat again, but he'd seen the heated blush creep across the flustered and steaming Sora before he turned.
Inside, Riku did a brief victory dance.
Points?
Riku 1, Sora zip.
"And the princess will be..." here the class president stopped cold.
Everyone stared. And then when no words came forth, nothing, the students began to badger him until he shouted: "Sora Kobayashi!"
Dead silence. Looks exchanged. Some glowers sent buzzing towards the pale-faced brunet. A madly smirking Riku turning to wink suggestively at a stone-still Sora.
The class president quickly slipping out the classroom door to avoid being mauled.
Sora slowly lifted his gaze from his hands, where it had fallen the minute his name was uttered. His eyes locked with glass-green ones. He felt a hot blush knit across his cheeks suddenly, and then both confused and shocked, Sora covered his face with his hands. To his dismay he heard a smug chuckle.
Riku.
"Sora, come out, come out," Riku poked Sora in the chest. Sora spread his fingers so one of his blue eyes peeked through, glaring, of course.
"I do not believe this," Sora mumbled against his hand. Riku stared at him a moment thoughtfully, as if contemplating something, and then simply laughed, a familiar glint in his eyes, the 'I get what I want' glint Sora recognized clearly.
That was it. Sora began to hit his head forcefully and repeatedly on his desk.
Some students stared at each other wondering if they should maybe stop the brunet.
Sleeping Beauty, me, the princess? Riku...the...no...my prince?
Sora's mind did a fantastic bulldozer gone crazy imitation.
Again Riku chuckled.
And to think, it had all started out so innocently.
In this festival Yuki and I were working on a similar scenario happened, cept I was stage-manager and he was the princess. The prince was a girl actually, to make it more 'appropriate' or whatever even though the roles were already reversed to 'give everyone a fair chance'. I laughed at him...for ages...still am. And we're hardly past our early twenties. evil laughter I will never let him live it down. A dress!
Yuki: -grumble, curse, throws things, puts chocolate chip cookies up high out of Riyu's reach-
Riyu: -stares in shock-
Sora: That's horrible.
Riku: He asked for it.
So tell me what you think. Keep on writing? Or no? Tally away, kids.
-slashable Riyu
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