"Riku, look a falling star!"
I gaze at the sky for a moment, watching the light of the star flicker for afew secondsbefore dying out. It saddens me, though I had no idea why. My icy gaze turns to Sora. He's so carefree, so happy, so innocent, so perfect. I grunt, putting on a small frown at the same time.
"They say you can wish upon those," I say chillingly, but he just nods and smiles, closing his blue eyes. 'What a child,' I think, but I smile. He'll never grow up, and that's just fine with me, "Those falling stars or whatever."
"I wish…" he says quietly,
"Another thing, if you tell me, it won't come true."
He nods, "I know that, Riku."
I just stand, leaning against the Paopu tree with as much grace as I can muster as its bark scratches my bare arms.
"Riku?" Sora asks quietly, "What do you wish for?"
I stay quiet, not because I don't know what I wish for, but out of surprise of the childish purity from this question.
"I don't wish upon stars," I say quickly.
I can see Sora studying me with those sapphire eyes out of the corner of mine. My face is getting hot. Was it the question itself or the intensity from his stare?
"Why? I mean, you're the one who mentioned it."
I walk around the right of Sora, pulling myself up beside him. I can see the yellow fruits underneath the palms of the tree, even in the dead of night. I pluck one of the fruits gently, consciously picking the ripest one. Sora's still watching me; I can fill his gaze digging into me. I put on one of my famous smirks, a little forced, but he'd never know the difference.
"I wish upon these," I hold up the fruit, still staring into the ocean.
"You wish on paopus?" he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"Sure, why not? They're just as legendary as those stars up there."
"Sure, but I me-," he stops, not sure how to complete his sentence, I'm sure. I laugh, turning to him now, "You know what I wish for, Sora?"
He shakes his head, eyes locked on the paopu.
"I wish that we could share a paopu, you know, so we'll never loose each other."
He glances up at me with a quizzical look. I'm embarrassed for even mentioning it. I toss it out the side, watching the waves take it out to sea.
"Why do you think I wouldn't have shared it with you, Riku?"
I don't look at him, but watch my feet swing back and forth.
"You're my best friend, Riku, of course I'd never want to lose you," he says almost in a pout.
"Best friend, right." I smile, completely forced now. He's staring up at the sky again, absorbed in some child-like fantasy.