Disclaimer: I decided that the best way to conduct inconspicuous murder would be to run around with a placard, written on it "I owe Sora's ass and Kingdom Hearts!"
Death by laughter. I always wanted to go like that.
Warning: Slash. Shounen-ai. The works.
Author's Note: Heh, decided to start on a new series of drabbles. Though mostly Riku / Sora, I'd occasionally introduce other pairings, like the ever so wonderful Akuroku.
Dedications: To ShatteredMirror01, whom I've been neglecting for far too long. Hope you enjoy this, my love.
Riku decided that Sora was just the weirdest lover ever.
All his life, he never really knew that his childhood friend was an avid reader.
Yes, Sora actually had an intellectual side.
Riku was wondering when the sky is falling.
Then again, that's not saying anything. Riku reads his fair share of books and magazines, particularly enjoying The Economist. Sora thought that magazine was the devil.
In return, Riku would never spare a glance at the magazine titled Cooking Light. Too… girlish, in his opinion.
He's already battling other's wild guess at whether he was truly a female.
He proved otherwise to Sora every night.
So, anyway, when Riku came home from a hard day's work, he wasn't really expecting Sora to pounce onto him, slam him across the kitchen table, lift his shirt up, and…
Sprinkle some fluffy stuff on his tummy?!
He turned to see the latest issue of Cooking Light lying innocently on the counter, highlighting on the open page, "Great Chocolate Soufflés!"
And he looked up at his brunette love again, to realize that Sora was covered in even more crumbs, fudge and chocolate than in that last food fight they had.
Sora closed in to whisper in his ears.
"Dessert is served."
… …
Riku decided that Sora was just his favorite lover ever.
End notes: If I recall correctly, Cooking Light is United State's top healthy lifestyle food magazine. I sure wish I know how to cook.
Uh, I'll give you my version of burnt soufflés if you review? Where's Sora when you need him?