Paths
By Stuffy the Author
Summary: Sora asks Riku if the lines on their palms are the reason that they're connected. Basic fluff. Yaoi.
Author's Note: I ran into this idea while tracing the lines on my palms. I've kinda wanted to do a cutesy fic, all fluff, no bad stuff. I know, I know, I'm differentiating from my norm! But I promise to not write too many of these. Haha. Enjoy!
Sora was sitting on the paopu tree on the play island when Riku caught up with him. He was staring intently at his palm, his fingertip delicately tracing the pattern of lines there. He looked up as Riku approached and leaned against the trunk of the tree next to Sora.
"Riku?" Sora asked hesitantly, an embarrassed flush spreading across his face. Riku made a sound in his throat, indicating that Sora should continue. "Well, I was just wondering something. Everyone has a different pattern of lines on their palms. I was looking at mine, and I noticed that the lines split up and end and connect with others all over the place. But, there's two really big, thick lines that connect really early on my palm, then seperate, then reconnect again." He hesitated at this. Riku looked expectantly at Sora's face.
"Where are you going with this, Sora?" he asked, an amused half-smile on his face. Sora just flushed again, then launched back into his speech.
"Well, I got to thinking- what if those lines represent us? One of them is you, one is me. We met when we were younger, then split up during the….adventures, and now we're together again. So maybe, if we just looked at our palms, we never could have doubted that we'd see each other again!" Sora finished this pronouncement with a triumphant smile on his face.
Riku thought about this for a moment. Sora had a point. He looked at his own palm. It, too, had a network of lines crossing, ending, growing thinner. It, too, had two lines that connected, diverged, and reconnected. His half-smile grew into a real smile.
"Maybe you're right, Sora," he said thoughtfully. Sora's face beamed. "However, what about all those little lines that just end? What about them? What do those mean? Perhaps those are choices we've made in life. They could've led somewhere, but because we didn't take that path, it didn't happen."
Sora's face fell a little at this. "I never thought of that," he said, frowning slightly. "I guess it kind of makes sense." He looked back at Riku. "But, I still like my idea better. I couldn't stand to be apart from you for too long."
Riku laughed and kissed Sora on the nose, the cheeks, and finally, the mouth. The kiss was sweet and light. He smiled at Sora when they broke apart.
"I guess we made the right choices and took the right paths."
Eh. Kind of short. Well, the artsy/philosophical/sweet side of me has had sufficient exposure. Time to shut it up again and get back to the smut.
Anyways, please read and review! I want to know how you like this kind of fic!
From your humble Author,
Stuffy