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"New...something new..."

Riku yawned, raising an eyebrow at the male beside him. He and Sora both were beneath the sheets, and Riku's arm was draped over Sora's back. It pleased him that when he held Sora, he never let go even in sleep. Said brunette was on his stomach, looking at the list Riku had made. His finger traced the item "something new". Riku took this moment to admire his lover's features. The rounded cheeks (Riku was sure that would stay with Sora forever), the slight smile, the chocolate-colored spikes, those bright blue eyes. Riku was hit with the breathless realization that this, this angel, this beautiful creature beside him, was his. And he would be Riku's forever, if the silverette had anything to say about it.

"Good morning, Riku." Sora chuckled when he felt Riku's arm tighten around his waist. "I take it you slept well?" He let himself be pulled into the aqua eyed male's possessive hug, smiling when said male buried his face in Sora's hair.

"Of course. With you by me, I could sleep anywhere."

"Let's hope that's not true, last thing I need is you falling asleep on the train." Sora laughed. He brought the list up so he could look at it from his place in Riku's arms.

"How long have you been looking at that?" Riku asked, rolling over so that Sora was now above him.

"Not long...just trying to think. I mean, we don't have anything new really...that's wedding appropriate." The brunette added the last part quickly, when he saw Riku's sly smile. "Do you have any wedding appropriate ideas?"

"New love, maybe?" Riku yawned, taking the list. They still had to tackle something old...

"Well, that might have worked if we hadn't been in love for so long already." Sora smiled, then leaned down to kiss Riku on the nose.

Riku chuckled. "Heh. Well, my bride-to-be, leave it all to your groom."

The azure eyed man raised an eyebrow. "Who said you were the groom?"

"I did. It's obvious. You're so girly."

A snort. "Girly? What the hell! Just 'cause you're a macho man, you get to be the guy in the relationship?"

A scoff. "So now I'm macho? What happened to 'tastefully fit'?"

"I changed my mind. And what about 'masculinely androgynous'?"

"Didn't know it was an oxymoron until now." Riku quipped.

"Bullshit." Sora glared, then crossed his arms. "I should be the groom."

"Who supports us more?" Riku quipped.

"Me!" Sora was hasty to reply. "I make more money."

"And? I manage it!" Came the defiant reply.

"That's what a housewife does!"

"No, it's what a responsible husband does!"

"So I'm not responsible?"

"No!"

"Neither are you!"

"More than you!"

"Fine, if that's how it is, you can be the groom by yourself!" Sora flung the covers off of both of them, ignoring the chill that had nothing to do with cold, and stood up. "I'm gonna go think for a little." He grumbled, tugging on his pants and a sweater. Riku was oddly quiet the whole time. And that certainly didn't bother Sora. Nope, not at all. "You can stay here." Just to show how much it didn't bother him, Sora slammed the door shut behind him.

Riku watched Sora leave, silently seething. What the hell? If anyone had a reason to be mad, it was Riku. But his anger turned into shock, then realization, then an odd mix of sadness and laughable disbelief. Had they really gotten into an argument over something so stupid? It was the pre-wedding jitters his mother had warned him about, he was sure. It had to be. The most he and Sora had ever argued about was who'd fallen in love first, and it was never serious like this. Relationships like theirs just didn't have big problems. Did they?

Riku wasn't worried about Sora leaving; they loved eachother too much for something stupid like this to tear them apart. But that didn't stop him from worrying about other things, like how to make it up to Sora, and how to fix this. Because there was always that small possibility...

Sora, much like Riku, was worrying himself into a panic as he sat on the back porch. When had their playful banter turned serious? Probably at the "girly" comment. Sora didn't like being called girly, no matter how true it was. He was as man as any other guy on the planet (besides Auron or Tidus), so why should he have to be the bride just because of his looks? Of course, it hadn't occurred to him at the time that they could both be grooms.

"But stupid Riku...this is his fault, too." Sora refused to take all of the blame. "He coulda just agreed to make me happy..."

"And ruin all the fun?"

Sora's head whipped up. Riku stood in the doorway, and he wore his signature smirk-smile. "I don't think so, Princess."

Sora, despite wanting to stay mad at Riku a little longer, couldn't help but smile a bit. "You haven't called me Princess since we were fifteen. You know I hated it." Sora could still remember the first time Riku had used it.

"Hey, Princess. Might as well step away from the arena; only big boys can play against me."

A six year old Sora glared at the silver haired boy before him, his own wooden sword gripped tightly in chubby hands. "Oh yeah? If I'm a princess, that makes you Queen! No boy wears his hair that long!"

"We'll settle this over a fight then. Bring it, Princess." Riku crouched into a fighting position, eager to fight even at his young age of seven.

Of course, Sora wasn't any better. "It's been brought, Queen!"

That was the first time they'd met.

"Yeah...I remember." Riku chuckled. "It got you distracted off of whatever you were mad at me for, though. Thought I'd give it a try." Riku walked out, and sat on the porch beside Sora.

It was drizzling, recovering still from the rainstorm they'd had last night. Sora and Riku were a bit too preoccupied to notice that storm, though. But now Sora saw the clouds of gray. They had silver linings.

The brunette turned away stubbornly. "Don't think I'm not mad at you still. Old tricks like that won't work." They were working just fine actually, but Sora wouldn't let him know that.

"What will work, then?" Riku sounded suspiciously like he already knew what to expect.

"Give your princess a kiss, Queen." The brunette replied immediately, laughing when Riku kissed him soundly on the cheek. "Okay, now I'm happy. Let's find something new." And as if there'd never been any argument in the first place, Sora took Riku's hand and led him to the kitchen. They sat at the table, but not before two fresh mugs of coffee had been brewed, and began to brainstorm.

"This would be easier if we were Kairi. Remember how she was pregnant for her 'something new'?" Riku spoke after he'd taken a sip from his mug.

"Yeah..." Sora replied dazedly. He was thinking about Riku's comment earlier about new love. Though Sora believed with his heart that he and Riku would be together forever...small shreds of doubt reminded him that if there was an argument like that earlier, there might be more down the line. Then what? What if they couldn't be solved with old nicknames and kisses? What if they actually...split? What if they had a kid? Then what?

"Sora. You're spacing out." Riku's cheek was in his hand, the finger of his other hand circling the rim of his mug. "It's about our fight."

"No, not completely...it's just...what if we don't make it? We could love each other, but what if that's not enough?" Sora looked away, biting his lip. It was painful to even think about.

"If we love each other, no point in thinking about all the bad things. That stuff doesn't matter." Riku smiled lovingly, leaning over the table to kiss Sora on the lips.

Sora kissed back, then sighed. "You're right, but the doubt is always just there." Sora pouted into his cup. Then he smiled sheepishly, looking up at the silverette coyly. "Make it go away?"

Riku smirked. "Let's see what we can do about that." He took Sora's hand and led him up the stairs, leaving two cups of cooling coffee and a forgotten list on the table.

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"We could…always just use our rings, you know. You only bought these a week ago, right?" Sora spoke suddenly, looking over at the lazing Riku.

"…and you think of this after we make love. I don't even feel like crossing it off now."

Sora couldn't help but smile, not only at Riku's pout, but his use of the words "make love."

"Sorry." He leaned over, and pressed a kiss against Riku's forehead. "Hey..." Sora began, his and Riku's foreheads still touching. "Let's not fight anymore, okay?"

"If this is what our fights lead to, then I can't make any promises." Riku rose to catch Sora's lips before he pulled back completely, then collapsed back onto his pillow. Sora snuggled up to him, and they both faded into sleep.