Disclaimer: I/Me. Own Kingdom Hearts. Nope, those two really couldn't belong to the same sentence, unless it's I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Me sad.
Seriously though, if I did, you think I wouldn't have released Kingdom Hearts 2 Final Mix+ in English already?!
Warning: Yaoi. Shounen-ai. Er, implied use of chocolate in naughty situations.
Author's Note: Hope most of you are familiar with Japanese traditions where the female (or in this case, the uke) presents the male they fancy with chocolates on Valentine's! One month later, the male would return the favour with a White Day gift. Seriously though, nowadays the chocolate giving goes both ways.
Dedications: To leafy, my sis, who have always been a nice reminder of home when I feel sad or lonely.
And to Shattered Mirror 01! You are such a nice and loyal reviewer! And I've procrastinated my replies for your gracious reviews for so long too. I am not worthy.
Well now, please enjoy this fluffy Valentine's one-shot.
Choco-Fest
1.47 a.m., Valentine's Day
Peace.
Tranquility.
Silence only broken by the occasional crickets and hooting from the wide-eye fowls…
Clunk clunk clunk…
Well, mostly anyway…
The kitchen of a modern suburban home reverberated softly with the familiar sounds of metal against plastic as spoon came into contact with bowl in rapid hypnotic motions. The stainless steel instrument swirled in a yellow sea of cholesterol, which promised increased chances of premature death via coronary attack to men much healthier than the boy working the silverware, adorned by his favourite pink 'Kiss the Cook' apron.
Said teenager murmured silent curses on his procrastination, costing him precious sleep and his ever-treasured time of warmth and cuddling from his object of fervent desire.
"He had better appreciate this… stupid Riku…"
Of course, the same 'stupid Riku' was also considered to be the sexiest thing God has ever created to grace this Earth by the now grinning teen, who had to quickly shake his head to resist temptation. Temptation of abandoning his project and flying up the stair to leap into the arms of his silver-mane lover, that is, whom he suspect was now smacking his lips in blissful slumber.
The clunking grew louder in volume.
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2.56 a.m., Valentine's Day
Ding!
The startled boy jumped from the couch, slightly shocked by the soft piercing ring. He frowned, but was inwardly grateful for his awakening, as he had lost consciousness on the sofa while awaiting the solidification of the concoction.
Carefully, he removed his creation from the oven. The sight of his work pleased him, as he allowed it to rest on the kitchen counter, while searching for the icing to bring in the finishing touches.
Happy V. Day Ri!
The heart-shaped chocolate did not leave much room for the brunette to place his name beside his lover's, but he reckoned it unnecessary. The sappy message is a dead giveaway to the sender anyway. Satisfied and extremely exhausted, he placed the confection in the refrigerator.
Sighing as he turned to the mess he created, he swiftly cleared them in a hurricane which reflected none of his patience in the creation portion of his project. Making a quick promise to himself for a better clean-up job first thing in the morning, the boy sauntered to his still-warm area on the couch. Fatigue quickly brought him back to dreamland, where he pursued black shadowy creatures holding precious ingredients of chocolate paste hostage, the adolescent himself armed with a 5-foot long plastic key.
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9.37 a.m., Valentine's Day
Ascending the candy-bar steps to acquire the final ingredient from the kindly-chocolate-researcher-geezer-turned-madman, the young hero walked to the podium of the castle which he affectionately named Hollow Bastion (as the love-letter castle was just that – hollow), to face the strangely familiar villain, who was screaming in his all-so-stereotypical bad guy voice…
"Heart-shaped cookie cutter! Fill me with the power of Darkness!"
"You're wrong! I know now, without a doubt, the cookie cutter… is lig-"
A warm, moist object suddenly invaded his mouth, cutting off his defence for the inanimate object. Unable to comprehend the sudden intrusion, which was undoubtedly some underhand tactic by the crazed researcher, the young boy struggled…
…and snapped open his eyes to intense aquamarine peering into his sapphire. The green jewels twinkled in delight as they invited the boy to drop his defences and engage in tonsil hockey. Then again, it seems like the foreign muscle in his mouth is already a fierce participant in the game.
Complying with the wishes of his mischievous lover, the boy shuts his eyes and indulged in his early breakfast, breaking contact only when both their bodies demanded gaseous exchange to commence. Pleasantly awoken, Sora mumbled out intelligently his first thoughts in the morning.
"Riku?"
"Morning, love. Thought I had to rescue you from those evil dark cookie cutters haunting you in your nightmares," Riku snickered and smirked, to which the aggravated boy gave a pout.
"I was winning back there, you know."
"Uh huh, of course. I'm sure that's why you had to leave the warmth of our bed to look for weapons out here in the kitchen?" The silver-blond proceeded on his tease, deducing the reason of his young love lying cold on the sofa.
The brunette could only intensify his pout as a small blush forms on his face. Riku waking up before he did was not in his plans. Then again, it was not very well-thought out plan, since Riku should naturally wake before he did, if he only went to bed at 3 a.m.
"Ri-ku! Can't you just go up and wash up or something? Wait! Don't open the - "
The silver blond was not deterred by the protest of his boyfriend, of course, opening up the refrigerator to confirm his deduction. As suspected, sitting in the middle of the top compartment was the confection which the brunette has no doubt sneaked off to create in the dead of the night. Riku bit back a tease and smiled fondly at the efforts of the boy whom he had grown to love and cherish. He decided to show his appreciation for his lover's work and to have that only when Sora wanted him to have it.
"Nope, didn't see a thing," Riku deliberately called out as he shut the door to the refrigerator.
A look of pure confusion on Sora's face, which was simply adorable in Riku's eye, brought Riku's mind quickly descending into the gutters.
"However… I did see this!" Riku held up the bowl of chocolate mix which Sora concocted the previous night, or morning, as is the case. The boy obviously didn't know what to do with the plenty of leftover, so placed it alongside his refined sugar.
No school on a Valentine's Saturday equals plenty of loving. Riku always loved Maths.
Sora's eyes widened as Riku approached the couch with the bowl, the brunette having sat up on it just a while ago. A small squeal was let out as Riku jumped him (after placing the bowl on a nearby counter), the blond pinning down his arms and hovering over the lithe body of the brunette, emerald eyes now reflecting love and hunger.
Sora was torn between a smile and a pout, since he had an idea on what is to come but thought the timing inappropriate, since he just woke up and all.
"But Riku, I'm hung - "
And Sora was effectively cut off once again.
"So am I."
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"Riku?"
"Yeah?"
"My White Day's gift has better be really good with all that chocolate you ate off me."
"…crap."
Giggle.
End notes: Love-letters are these hollow confectionary biscuit thingy, for lack of a better way to explain. It's sweet and tasty, and you seriously must have a deprived childhood if you never had them before.
Ooh look. Purple button down there! I wonder what it does?