Story: AU Riku was just trying to avoid the paparazzi. Sora was just trying to escape his starstruck sister. Sometimes first impressions aren't what they seem to be.
Dislcaimer: Don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters or Disney's Starstruck.
Pairings: RikuSora, a little RikuTidus
Warning: Language, Boy On Boy, and the excessive use of bad puns and v-neck shirts.
This is a side project of mine. It shouldn't be very long, but I was inspired I guess. I hope you enjoy it! Based off of Disney's Starstruck.
"Ladies and Gentleman, Riku Masaki!"
The room blasted with screaming fans and jubilant cheers as the camera fixed on a pale seventeen-year old with silky silver hair that cascaded across his shoulders and narrow, aqua eyes. He thrummed his fingers across the flat plane of his guitar, nimbly strumming the instrument as the song was cued. An all-knowing smirk plastered across his features as he reached for the microphone on stage.
"Kairi, turn it down!" A brunette teenager, rather small for his age, tersely complained as his best friend watched in utter awe at the teen idol performing through the plasma television screen. The boy had unruly chocolate brown spikes and large, ocean-blue eyes that furrowed on his face into a deep frown.
The girl sitting across the couch had crimson hair that she tucked behind her ear as the same colored eyes stared at the t.v. in fascination. In response to her friend's complaining, she reached to the arm of the sofa and grabbed the remote, turning up the volume of the t.v. as the teen rock star performed.
The boy huffed, leaning across the couch to snatch the remote from her, when she caught his eye and snagged it before he could even reach his arm out.
"Kairi!"
She stuck her tongue out at him as she slid the remote underneath her bottom, sitting down on it.
"I'm not afraid to get that, you know," he threatened.
His lips formed into a pout as he watched his friend dreamily watch the stupid singer, Riku Masaki. Every girl wanted to be with him, and every guy wanted to be him, and the way people threw themselves at the star as he unwavering shot them down was sick.
Kairi's eyes had glazed over, a sure symptom of a disease Sora had bluntly decided to call starstruck. He groaned, raking his fingers across his cheeks at the pathetic display of wanting fans on the screen. Growing irate, he rounded the couch and sauntered in front of the t.v. airily.
"Sora, move!" Kairi growled, her eyes losing the gloss and narrowing at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, were you watching that?" he asked mockingly as he looked innocently over his shoulder.
"Move it or lose it shrimp!" Kairi threatened, pointing deftly at him as she tried to look around his lithe frame to continue watching Riku on stage.
Sora frowned thoughtfully and turned back towards the t.v. watching the show with bored interest. Stupid stars and their fame and the way that they hold themselves up above the rest of the world. Maybe that was his problem with his sister's unyielding infatuation with Riku Masaki.
To him, there was nothing remotely special about the teen sensation that had girls drooling from their mouths. He was attractive, there was no doubt about that, and Sora openly admitted it, well, at least to himself he did. But it didn't matter either way to him. Riku may have been a sex god, but Sora saw the sneers on his face and the way he sauntered around like he owned all of Hollywood.
But that's all these rock stars and actors ever were these days. Just pretty faces, no real substance. They posed for the camera, laughed their fake smiles and everything in their lives were perfect.
A sick utopia, he decided.
Suddenly, Sora was catapulted onto the floor, a wriggling Kairi above him as she tackled him away from the t.v. "You asked for it Sora!"
For a few moments, the only sound was the clapping of the audience on screen and the muffled groans of the two fighting teens. Sora inwardly cursed his small muscle mass as Kairi pinned his arms to his side and straddled his hips. Well, it was a good thing he was gay.
"Why do you hate him so much?" She asked, laughing at his feeble attempts to escape her.
"Why do you like him so much? It's not like you're ever going to meet him!" He retorted as Kairi glared at him.
"You know what I think? I think you're just as in love with him as every other fan, but you're too embarrassed to show it," she said, moving her fingers from his hands to his sides. Sora stopped struggling and watched her carefully.
"And I think you've been smoking pot everyday under the bleachers after school."People like him would never look at someone as average and homely as me. "People like him are just stuck-up, obnoxious, arrogant...Kairi, what are you-Ah!" He gasped as her fingers dug into his sides underneath his shirt, ferociously tickling him, watching as he squirmed away, sides heaving and laughing uncontrollably.
"I warned you, and I don't smoke pot, I just state the inevitable," she grinned as he shoved her off of him and sat up, clutching his sides tenderly. His lips formed into a cute pout and he crossed his arms.
"Jerk."
"Shrimp."
"Sora, Kairi, will you two quit bickering and hurry up and pack? We're leaving right after school tomorrow." Seiya, Sora's mother, walked into the living room, fumbling the buttons on the remote and turning down the volume of the television. She bore a striking resemblance to Sora with her dark brown hair.
Kairi's eyes narrowed in glee as she finally let Sora up. "Just you wait, Seiya. By tomorrow afternoon, we're going to be in Los Angeles where Riku Masaki is going to be performing."
Sora rolled his eyes and snorted as he stood to his feet. "Mom, I don't think I'm feeling well," he whimpered, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "I think I'm getting sick."
Seiya raised a dark eyebrow at her son. "You do look a little flushed," she commented, humoring him as she placed her hand against his forehead.
"That's cause he just got pinned to the floor by a girl," Kairi spoke up.
Sora opened his mouth to protest indignantly, "You-you had on a skirt!"
"Like you haven't seen anything before."
"Kairi! You took me by surprise and- hey! That was an accident! You should have closed the bathroom door!" he stuttered, his face flushing bright red as both Seiya and Kairi laughed at his own expense. He honestly shouldn't have been as embarrassed about it as he was. After all, as far as Kairi was concerned, he was in love with Riku Masaki because he pointblank denied that, as Kairi liked to say, Riku had any swooning effect on certain parts of his body...
"You were in my house!"
"But you-I had to-Ugh," he groaned, planting himself in front of the glass coffee table.
"Can't I just stay home?" he complained, motioning towards Kairi as she returned her attention to the pop idol on the screen. "So I don't have to put up with that." Kairi shot him a glare.
"No," she laughed, ruffling his hair.
"Why not?"
"Because you haven't seen your dad since last summer," she reminded him. Of course. That's why they were taking this forsaken trip in the first place. Not only did he have to sit through an entire plane ride with Kairi, ogling on about Riku Masaki's sexy body and husky voice, but he had to unwillingly visit his dad. His parents had separated when he was six, so every summer, he hopped on a plane and visited his dad in LA.
Which wasn't so bad as it was extremely awkward. That's why Sora begged, got on his knees and stripped himself of any dignity, and begged Seiya to let him bring Kairi.
"SSSHHHH!" Kairi interrupted, thumb pressed down on the volume button, the hoarse screaming of fan girls even more obnoxious. "They're talking about Riku!" Sora rolled his eyes. He wans't so sure this was any better than being by himself.
The screen showed a blonde reporter, hair twisted in a bun, standing next to Riku as he superiorly smirked at the cameras. "The heart-aching Riku Masaki earned himself a staggering six Music Associations awards as well as Artist of the Year for his second year straight, and all following his debut album which hit double platinum. Riku, how does it feel to have gained so many fans?" The reporter shoved the microphone in his face. The artist maintained his cool and collective composure.
You don't have them all wrapped around your finger, Sora thought bitterly as the star flashed another crude smile.
"Well...first I'd love to say, uh, thank you so much for buying the records and attending my concerts. The fans are what I do this for, so thanks. I love you guys." He winked.
Oh what a sly dog. It was all rehearsed, Sora blanched.
"He is such an amazing person," Kairi swooned, returning Sora back to reality.
He stuck his finger in his mouth and pretended to gag. "He's definitely not amazing. He's conceded. Full of himself."
Kairi glared at him. "Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, Sora. Admit it, you wish you knew him as well as I did."
Sora could almost feel his jaw dropping as he listened to his friend. "Hello?" he said, knocking on her forehead, "Is there anyone up there? We live in Michigan. Mi-chi-gan. You don't know him. You've never met him."
Kairi swatted his hand away. "But I do. I know everything about him. I know where he works, eats, sleeps, shops, surfs, parties..."
"Everyone knows where he works, Kairi," Sora pointed out, removing his cupped hands from his ears as she ranted on. "Destiny Records. Anyone with a brain could figure that one out. It's on the record. Besides, that's creepy...stalkerish that you know this."
"It is not creepy!" She growled, crossing her arms defiantly. "It's just in the tabloids!" She argued defensively.
"Last time I checked, knowing where a complete stranger eats and sleeps is borderline pedophile."
He yelped as Kairi pounced on him again with a vengeance.
"Am not!" Kairi pulled at his hair, sitting on top of his back as he tried to crawl away.
"Are too!"
"I am not!"
"Creeper! I'm going to tell everybody you sleep with a picture of him under your pillow."
That earned him a smack upside the head.
"Oh yeah?" Kairi scrambled to stay on his back as he kicked. "I'm going to tell everybody you still sleep with a stuffed bear!"
"You wouldn't!"
Kairi looked positively evilly at him. "What do you think of the headline? Harada Still Sleeps with Mr. Snufflekins."
Sora rolled his eyes, scoffing, "How original." Kairi tweaked his ear.
Seiya eyed her son and his best friend humourlously as they walked towards the kitchen, ignoring their children. "Duel it out later you two and get packing."
Kairi sighed, letting Sora up and stalking up the carpeted stairs to her room. Sora grumbled, fixing his shirt which had twisted to one side. His own mother was never even on his side. A door slammed shut and Sora heard a sultry voice enter his eardrums. He slapped a tan hand to his forehead as he passed Kairi's room, which happened to be the guest room since Kairi practically lived with him and vice versa, where she was undoubtedly singing into a hairbrush in her mirror to Riku's music.
He padded softly into his own room where Seiya had already laid out a plain black suitcase. She had already folded his underwear and socks, shirts, and shorts and laid them out across his red and blue bedspread. Quickly, he stuffed the clothes into his suitcase, wrinkling them and unfolding them in the process. So what if he was almost sixteen?
Seiya never minded. So he didn't. Which was also why there was always a sandwich, chips, apple juice, and cookie in his lunchbox for school every morning on the kitchen counter. Not that he would ever complain.
Sora examined his suitcase and scanned his room to make sure he had everything. He looked in between two pillows where, in fact, a small, tan teddy bear, wrinkled bow around his soft neck, was smushed. He glanced behind him warily for Kairi and grabbed the bear, stuffing him as far back into the suitcase and under his socks as he could manage.
He wasn't about to leave Mr. Snufflekins behind. Okay, so the name was lame but he had been five when he named it. Sighing with relief, Sora closed his suitcase and zipped it up except for one inch that he allowed for Mr. Snufflekins to breathe.
His walls began humming with the bass from Kairi's stereo. "Kairi, turn that crap off!" He shouted, banging on her door. She answered by merely turning up the volume on her speakers so that Riku Masaki's voice pounded in his eardrums. He groaned loudly, wishing that Kairi could have been infatuated with anyone else but him.
Long, pale fingers drummed against the dashboard as he patiently waited his redheaded friend to stop the car.
"You ready to party?" The spiky redhead asked, bright green eyes lighting up as he spoke.
Riku smirked, leaning back against the leather seat. "Are you sure that the paparazzi don't know about this, Axel?" he asked cautiously as said boy braked suddenly. "Shit Axel, learn to drive!" He growled, clutching his pounding chest as Axel narrowly missed being pegged on the side as he weaved in and out of traffic.
"Sure as hell. They won't be bothering you tonight," he assured his friend. "Unless..."
"Unless what?" Riku snapped, his shoulders tensing.
"Unless your bimbo boyfriend to tweet again," he uttered with annoyance.
Riku groaned, fisting his jeans. "You know I'm not supposed to be going out every night like this. The producer doesn't want some half-ass, reckless actor."
Axel waved off his concern. "Talk to your boyfriend about it. And don't say I didn't tell you so when he fucks it up for you again." He finished, swerving the car into a parking spot alongside the curb.
Riku rolled his eyes and combed his fingers through his long silver hair. "Let's go," he insisted, "We're already late."
The two unbuckled their seat belts and simultaneously opened the doors of the car, stepping out into the cool night air. As he shut the door, Axel marveled at Riku's black Chevrolet Corvette.
As Riku rounded the bumper, he threw his arm around the idol's shoulders. "Out of all your cars, Angelina's my favorite."
"Angelina?" he drawled, looking queerly at Axel, his brows raised eloquently.
"Yeah, that's her name. Got it memorized?" Riku rolled his eyes again and shrugged Axel's arm off of his shoulder impatiently.
"Why don't we find you a real girl?" Riku asked as they strutted across the street, evading a long stream of girls and guys waiting to get into Neverland, a raving club, and passing straight through.
Axel scoffed. "Why don't you find a real one. You know what I mean? Not just a fuck toy. Speak of the devil," he mumbled rapidly as a blonde boy rounded the street corner, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. Screams emitted from the line and the boy grinned widely, soaking up the glory from his acting debut.
Riku elbowed him in the ribs as the perky boy spotted them and bounded over. Axel hissed angrily.
"Shut up!" Riku growled in warning as Tidus barrelled into him, reaching up on his tiptoes for a chaste kiss.
"Awhh, look at that!" Axel continued commentating without remorse.
"Hey baby," Tidus said, smiling widely as he latched his arm onto his boyfriend's until he glanced boredly at Axel. "Axel."
"Ehh," the redhaired boy narrowed his eyes.
"You look good," Riku commented dryly, distracting Tidus from glaring viciously at his friend. Tidus broke his stare and smiled ruefully.
"Just wait until you see what I'm wearing tomorrow!" he said smugly, ignoring the silent gestures Axel was performing behind his back.
"Uhh, tomorrow?"
Tidus's brow furrowed. "Tomorrow. My birthday."
Riku felt his mouth hang open in slight surprise, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "Damn."
"Baby, you promised you were going to sing at it!" Tidus whined, hurt flashing across his blue eyes as his head hung.
"Right. Hey, I'll be there," Riku promised, wanting desperately to avoid arguing with Tidus. He constantly had to remind himself it was for his own good. It made the press happy.
"All right," Tidus agreed gleefully, turning to drag Riku into the club, his fingers curled around his pale wrist, when he suddenly stopped. "Wait a minute. Something's wrong," he commented, brow furrowing. Riku looked around the block. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were cars parked along the lightened street, a gradually growing line of girls dressed in skirts and takntops and guys with clouds of smoke swirling in front of their faces.
"Yeah, you're here," Axel mumbled, earning him an angry glare from Tidus.
He really couldn't stand that annoying, self-absorbed pipsqueak.
Tidus spun on his heel, looking at Riku questioningly. "Where's the paparazzi?"
"Hell, if I know." Riku shrugged, adjusting the collar of his jacket.
"You did not announce to the whole fucking world that we were coming to this, did you?" Axel seethed between clenched teeth as a several cars suddenly appeared around the corner. And as if on cue, reporters flooded out of the doors and from the surrounding streets, cameras blinding as they flashed and clicked hurriedly.
"Damnit!" Axel cursed, his knuckles turning white as he voiced exactly what was running through Riku's mind. Tidus beamed at the cameras, tightening his hold around Riku's arm so he couldn't escape, basking in the glory of having claimed the world's biggest teen star.
Riku smiled half-heartedly for the cameras, gripping Tidus's shoulder harder than he intended and hissing in his ear, "Come on, let's get out of here."
Tidus eyed him, frowning irately.
"Come on, Riku, a little publicity never hurt anyone."
"Your parents are never going to forgive me for not having bodyguards," Axel snarled, standing between Riku and the advancing paparazzi.
"My parents aren't going to let me leave the house," he said, urgently dragging Tidus backwards as a few cameramen circled them. "Fuck, Tidus, let's go. You're getting me in deep shit right now!"
Rolling his eyes, Tidus allowed himself to be lead into the club, widening his smile before the door to the club was slammed in his face following Axel, a sneer across his features.
"You're not invited."
"Kairi, it's a school dance. Everybody is invited," Sora argued, despite the fleeting looks he was receiving from Kairi and their friend, Selphie. Selphie had soft brown hair and crystal clear green eyes. She was wearing a bright yellow sundress.
They were sitting around a round, concrete table that was one of many in the lunchroom courtyard.
"The operative word being "dance" Sora," Kairi said plainly, giggling at Selphie. "Can you even dance?"
He sat back into his chair, pouting as he returned to delicately chewing on the cheetos that his mom had packed as part of his lunch.
"I have to go anyways!" He retorted. "I'm covering it for the school paper with you, doofus!"
"And seeing as you have no ounce of rhythm in your body, that's the only thing you'll be doing."
He scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked indignantly at her. "Yeah right, look who's talking. Don't think I haven't seen you practicing in your bra and underwear in front of the mirror to Britney Spears! It's not a pretty site."
Kairi spit sprite across the table, her eyes wide as Selphie's laughing grew louder.
She motioned her fork at him. "Remember Mr. Snufflekins." Sora immediately bit his lip in silence.
"Are you bringing your camera to California?" she asked Sora, returning her attention to Kairi who abandoned the fork and was munching on sliced apples.
"Of course we are!" Kairi interrupted, gazing dreamily at nowhere in particular. "We still need pictures of Riku when we get there!"
Selphie giggled loudly. Sora immediately began choking on his snack.
"What makes you think you're even going to see him? And why are you so hung up on this guy?" He asked incredulously. He honestly could not understand what about him drove girls wild. Riku was just...Riku. The epitome of a spoiled brat who just took and took and never gave back.
"This guy?"
"Now you see what I deal with?" Kairi mocked in a serious tone. "Sora, do what you want while we're in California. Mope around at home all day while your dad is at work, but I'm going to that concert!" she declared.
"And just how are you planning on doing that?" Sora said, feeling his eye twitch irritably. His dad was a rather sore subject. It wasn't that they didn't get along, but his dad had abandoned him and his mother! He shook his head to rid the bitter thought. "Do you even have tickets?"
Kairi waved his question off, ignoring him as she pulled out a tattered notebook from her bag.
Sora groaned, smacking his head against the concrete table as they began talking about the hype of Riku's concert. Not the brightest idea.
Right then and there, Sora internally declared that this trip was going to majorly suck.
"He's late." Ayumi Karada stiffened as Cloud paced frustratingly across their expanded living room. There was a flat screen television that stretched across an entire wall and was faced by a large, u-shaped black, leather couch and loveseat.
Ayumi had the same silver hair and green eyes as her son. "He'll be here."
"You need to manage him better," Cloud growled in exasperation. "He needs to know oppurtunities like this don't just come everyday," he added, redirecting his anger at her son.
"He knows, he's not a kid," Ayumi reprimended him before a figure stumbled through the back door in the kitchen, startling both of them.
"Hey mom, Cloud."
"You're late," Cloud said between clenched teeth, running a hand through his blonde spikes as he glanced at the screen of his phone.
"Sorry," he apologized, running a hand through his hair as Ayumi stood to her feet, dressed in a charcoal pencil skirt and white ruffled blouse. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Are you ready?" Cloud asked seriously. "Leon's going to be here any minute."
Riku grinned, his aqua eyes glittering as he clapped his hands together.
"Yeah, sure am."
"Oh honey," Ayumi glanced down at his attire, disapprovingly at his attire. "You couldn't have cleaned up a little bit?"
Thoroughly confused, Riku examind his v-neck. It was spotless, a little wrinkly as well as his jeans, but other than that, he found no problem. He lifted his shirt a bit and sniffed quickly for any body odor. He didn't smell any. "What are you talking about? I'm squeaky clean," he joked, remembering how he had woken with a start to his alarm on his phone ringing for the tenth consecutive time.
"You look like you just got laid," she frowned contemplatively, pointing out his hair which was tousled from sleep.
"Mom!" He groaned, covering his head. "Or just woke up maybe?"
"He looks fine," Cloud interrupted. "Just be yourself."
A chime rang out, echoing off the walls and marble floor, followed by a rap at the door.
"Leon's here," Ayumi announced, straightening Riku's shirt and running her slender fingers through his hair.
"Mom, it's fine!" he said in exasperation as his producer left to answer the door.
"This is your chance," Ayumi reminded him. "This is what we've been waiting for."
Riku scowled ever so slightly. Between his music career and the acting career his parents were forcing upon him, everything he thought he wanted had been muddled into a big mess. He wasn't so sure about what he really wanted, so until he was, he vowed to allow his parents to control his jumpstarting career.
He heard the door open and a tall, burly man stepped in, short spiky brown hair cradeled his face and his jaw was set in a stern frown.
"Leon," Cloud offered his hand as he welcomed the tall man into the manor. Cloud shook his hand, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he and Leon were ushered in.
Leon was an executive producer of Square Enix productions and Riku knew that Cloud had some sort of infatuation for the man.
"Ahh, Riku," Leon stepped forward for the first time, taking Riku's hand. Riku nodded his head, genuinely smiling as he went from Leon to Cloud.
"Big fan," Cloud said. Ayumi retreated to the kitchen to observe, knowing Cloud would take care of him and letting Riku take the iniative himself. Cloud glanced excitedly around the house, his striking eyes flitting across the walls where Riku's platinum records were showcased and framed, his eyes following Leon's stormy orbs.
"All right, all right," Leon said, breaking him out of his reverie as they took seats on opposite sides of the couch. "Let's just get right to the point. We like you, kid. Impressive, really. You sing, you play, you act." Leon spoke with a stern murmur that Riku had to listen intently to catch. He folded his hands together and leaned forward.
"Basically, they want to hire you for this movie," Cloud piped up. Riku felt his breath catch and he suddenly felt elated.
He leaned back on the couch, smirking softly, his voice growing cocky and smooth, "Thank you. This is such an honor-"
Leon held his hand up to silence him and Riku bit his lip seriously, all smooth-talking his way into this deal ending aruptly.
"But, our bosses doesn't entirely agree with me," he said in a soft, threatening voice. Riku stiffened, his tendons showing across his knuckles. "You see, all they see is a spoiled punk who likes to tangle with the paparazzi," Leon explained, rummaging in his coat. He withdrew a magazine and handed it wordlessly to Riku.
Riku stared down at the front cover, a picture depicting Axel trying to shove a cameraman out of the way as Tidus wore a wide grin on his face and was practically dragging him away, a strange look in his aqua eyes. He sighed, his shoulders slumping. Fucking Tidus.
"Squall, you know how the tabloids are. They manipulate and-" Cloud said hurriedly, coming to his rescue.
"Yeah, I know," Leon growled. "I get it. You're a teenager, you've got the heart of every girl on this planet. All I'm saying is this chance comes once in a lifetime, and believe me, I want to give you a shot, but you have to prove you're going to be serious and committed. All this going out every night and these flavor-of-the-week rumours that you and your...boyfriend get into is nothing short of ammateur."
Riku nodded, biting his lip bitterly. "So what do you want me to do?" He asked slowly, looking up and handing the magazine back to Leon.
"On Monday, I'm going to my producer, and trust me, I'm going to do all I can to see you."
"In the meantime," Cloud chirped in, "you need to keep your face out of the tabloids and out of any rumours and parties that the press covers. Business affairs only. You know what that means right?"
"What?" Riku eyed him curiously.
"No performing at your boyfriend's party. We don't need anymore unalduterated, recreational performances. Got it?"
Riku opened his mouth to protest, "No one's even going to be there. It's a VIP party!" he argued half-heartedly.
Leon scowled at him. "You don't think the press is going to hear about it? Take my advice kid," Riku cringed at the word kid. He was not a kid. "And don't go."
Riku nodded tentatively. "I can do that," he promised, wondering how on Earth he was going to convince Tidus otherwise. It wasn't like he wanted to anyway.
"In fact, stay home," Leon said with a smirk, standing to his feet. Riku followed suit, shaking Leon's hand again, wary of his mother's eye on him.
"Thank you," he said graciously, leading his future executive producers out the door. Before he even had a chance to go over everything that Leon and Cloud had told him, his phone began vibrating in his pocket. He fumbled his fingers for a moment before drawing his phone out of his pants pocket and checking the caller ID.
It was Tidus. Speak of the devil, as Axel liked to say.
"Hello?" He collapsed backwards across the length of the couch.
"Hey, I was just making sure you were still planning on performing tomorrow at my party." Riku felt himself roll his eyes. Sometimes Tidus was too...well, Tidus, in the nicest of terms.
He caught his mother's suspicious glare and he wearily stood up and crossed the room, away from his mother's hawk ears.
"I-I guess, but shit Tidus, no paparazzi this time," he saud sullenly. He heard Tidus whine on the other line.
"Riku, it's my birthday-"
"No, Tidus. I just got my ass chewed out by Squall Leonhart about last night. Okay?"
"..."
"Tidus?" God, he was so hard to maintain.
"Fine."
He sighed with relief. "All right. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Yeah." Tidus was annoyed. But for once, Riku didn't really mind. He spent his every waking hour trying to make everybody else content, especially his hard-to-please, insatiable boyfriend. But this was his time. No one else's. And Tidus wasn't going to ruin it for him.
So, Kairi's the ultimate fan girl, Sora's in denial, and Riku's in a mess of problems.
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