A little ditty about Sora's choice of clothes: HE JUST LIKES WEARING GIRL'S CLOTHES. He's not going through gender confusion or anything. Sora know he looks better in girl's clothes and so... there you go.
I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS.
Day 2: Hide-And-Seek
[Sunday]
"You're persistent," Sora said to Riku. He got behind an empty shopping cart that happened to be nearby so that it was between them.
"I told you I wouldn't give up," the silver-haired teenager said with a little laugh. Actually, it was a total coincidence meeting Sora in Walmart. Purely coincidence. Just as he was going in, he happened to see Sora at the entrance and called out to him.
"You're not gonna call my phone just to breathe heavy, are you?" The brunette teased. He bent down low, as if going to escape the moment Riku agreed. This action brought Riku's attention to his attire, which today was a pink tank top with black and pink plaid shorts that settled just above his knee. Thin, black flipflops adorned his feet.
"Perhaps," the younger of the two mused.
"That's just creepy."
"I'll stop if you go out on a date with me."
"So that way you can recount all your weird-ass observations of me when I think no one's watching? I'll skip, stud. Thanks." Sora tossed his hip to one side in a very, very girlish manner.
"Not even if I bring offerings of free food?"
"That depends, are you going to cook it?"
"I don't cook that bad."
"I'm not referring to how bad you cook, I'm referring to the roofies you might put in the food."
"Roofies? Seriously?" Riku said flatly, slightly insulted.
"Oh. Ecstasy, then?"
"You know, I'm pretty sure this level of paranoia you have should be addressed by a professional."
"Fine. While you're doing that, I'm going to report your stalker-like behavior to the police, weirdo." Sora laughed, and the silver-haired teenager laughed also.
"What are you here for, anyway?" the brunette asked.
"Picking up duct tape," Riku responded.
Sora took a very evident step back.
The younger of the two sighed. "Not stalker-ish. It's purely art-related. I make things out of duct tape-wallets, roses, boots."
"You can make boots out of duct tape?"
"I can make a raincoat, too."
"Seriously?" The brunette's eyes widened in wonder, and Riku felt his pride swell a little at the recognition.
"Yeah, I made it for Ax. You should get him to show it to you next time he comes over."
"I'll make a mental note."
"So what are you here for?" Riku asked.
"I went to play the Wii over by the entertainment section." Sora pointed to the direction of the electronics area with his index finger. "They've got that cute Super Mario game- Oh! You know what?" The brunette turned to him suddenly. "You know what I always used to do? I used to play hide-and-seek with Roxas in the clothing section! Let's do it right now!"
"Play hide-and-seek? Aren't we a little old for that? Especially you?" The silver-haired teenager shot a rather amused look at the twenty-two year old.
"Don't bring my age into this!" Sora snapped irritably. "It's still fun no matter how old you are!"
"And what will happen if I win?"
"I don't know, let's fine out!" Sora singsonged the last part before he took off, completely abandoning his shopping cart. "Count to ten!" he shouted over his shoulder at Riku.
Shaking his head, Riku turned around and counted slowly.
One.
Two.
Threefourfive,
Sixseveneightnine,
Ten.
Riku whirled around and was a little surprised to find that Sora was no where in sight.
The silver-haired teenager inhaled deeply and exhaled. Then, smiling to himself, he began to walk.
"You cheated," Sora said, crossing his arms, pouting and looking very childish as he sat sulking in the clothing carousel Riku had discovered him in.
The younger smirked and pushed the clothes aside farther so that he could see the brunette better. "Did not," he retorted.
"Bullshit, I never lose at hide-and-seek," the brunette said. The curse word caught Riku off guard and he couldn't help but raise his brows in amusement. Scowling, Sora clambered out of the clothing carousel silently.
"So…" Riku dared to walk near him with a rather impish grin. "What happens after I win?"
Sora stuck his tongue out at him. "Nothing because you cheated, cheater!" And in a very, very girlish manner, the brunette stalked off without another word, arms straight at his sides and his sensual hips swaying angrily.
"Sora, wait!" The silver-haired teenager trotted after him.
Sora halted and silently turned around, arms folded over his chest expectantly.
Riku stopped several inches away from him. "All right, look…" he began, about to explain himself. Suddenly, he leaned in and connected their lips into a quick, chaste kiss.
"Victory kiss!" The silver-haired teenager said, smirking and taking off in the opposite direction.
"JERK!" Sora said in a rather high-pitched cry. "Give me back that kiss!"
Riku laughed and kept running, knowing that there was no way the brunette could keep up with him in those flipflops—
Something hard collided into his back. The silver-haired teenager barely had enough time to let out a shocked "OH SHIT!" before he tumbled to the ground with whatever it was that tackled him. Thin tan arms—Sora's arms, Riku realized-shot out from underneath his arms, reached back and clasped together behind his neck, pinning the silver-haired teenager's limbs in an awkward and painful position.
"Apologize for that kiss right now!" came the brunette's voice.
Fighting back the surprise that Sora (girly, flipflop-wearing, shaven-legged Sora) had actually managed to chase him down—wearing flipflops, to reiterate—ram him into the ground and put him in an immobilizing hold, Riku grinned.
"Never," he said confidently. He suddenly rolled to his side, taking the brunette with him and he heard Sora grunt a little as his shoulder hit the floor sharply, but the elder still held onto him. Twisting and kicking, Riku tried to break free, but Sora's seemed to be welded onto him. The silver-haired teenager searched for anything he could grab onto and felt his fingers brush against Sora's soft hair. Without a second thought, Riku grabbed onto the chocolate locks and pulled hard.
"Ow!" he heard Sora cry and he tightened his arm-neck lock and the silver-haired teenager gritted his teeth to keep from screaming at the pain, but he refused to yield. Sora did not loosen his hold until finally three security guards charged at them and pried the two apart.
Sora huffed in his chair loudly and he lifted up his tanktop strap, which had stretched during their skirmish and now drooped down. The brunette ran a hand through his messy hair (wincing a little when his fingers came across the area where Riku nearly ripped his hair out) and looked at the younger, who had been watching him the entire time since the officer left to phone their parents and fill out paperwork while his partner was still by the door, watching them silently. The silver-haired teenager's hair was also in disarray and a dark-blue brush was starting to form on the back of his neck.
Riku cleared his throat. "Sorry about the, uh, hair pulling," he said.
"S'all right," the elder replied. "Sorry about your neck."
"It'll heal… Though I think you might have fractured my spine. My left side is a bit numb by the way. I might have cerebral palsy now because of you."
Sora chuckled. "Want me to kiss it better?"
"My cerebral palsy?" The silver-haired teenager grinned.
"Your neck, smartass."
"Hmm…" Riku tilted his head back, grinning. "Perhaps…"
In a surprising motion, the brunette rose from his chair, walked to Riku and swung a leg over his lap, keeping himself up by placing his knees on the very limited space of chair on either side of the silver-haired teenager. Meanwhile the officer at the door stared at them with wide-eyes.
Smirking and completely unphased by the policeman's presence, Sora leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Riku's neck. The younger felt his skin grow hot under those soft lips, he hoped that the brunette hadn't noticed. Blowing just a little on the bruised flesh, Sora moved his face just centimeters in front of the younger and spoke in a soft whisper,
"Do you want another kiss, baby?" His breath brushed every-so-gently along Riku's skin. He leaned his elbows against the back of the chair, bringing them just a little bit closer… So close…
"Yes…" The silver-haired teenager managed to answer, his mouth salivating. He ran his hands down Sora's side. Just a little bit more…
The brunette ran his hand through his hair and his smile irked into a wicked grin. "Too bad," he said, within an instant he was already heading back to his chair.
Riku threw his head back and sighed, immediately regretting the action as it strained his neck a bit too much. "You're evil."
"I know…" Sora placed an elbow on the chair, perfectly relaxed and proud of himself. He pointed a finger downwards. "You've pitched a tent, by the way."
"I've noticed," Riku said a little sadly.
The elder placed his cheek to his palm, giggling. He casted a glance at the officer, who looked completely mortified. Sora raised his hand and waved at him.
"You run fast," The silver-haired teenager commented. "And where did you learn that hold?"
"TV," the brunette said, turning to him. "I saw it in a wrestling match once. They didn't really like that move in Judo Club, though."
"You were in the Judo Club?"
"Captain, actually," Sora flashed a dazzling smile.
"You were captain of the Judo Club?"
"Surprise, surprise," Sora singsonged, a grin lighting his face. "I was a gay, cross-dressing teen in high school, Riku. I needed some compensating factor to strike fear into people's hearts, else I wouldn't have graduating emotionally, mentally or physically intact."
"That explains your monstrous strength." Riku stretched tentatively and hissed when pain shot up his back. "God, you tackle hard."
"Sorry. I'm a third degree blackbelt."
The silver-haired teenager laughed. "I never would have thought. Can you kiss my back better, too?"
Sora smirked and squared his shoulders contently. "Are you going to admit you cheated?"
"I didn't cheat."
"Liar." The brunette said flatly.
"I'm not sorry I kissed you." Riku grinned.
"Yeah, yeah… Keep pushing it, stud…" Sora warned.
The door opened and the police officer entered."You two are free to go," he said, gruffly. "If we catch you causing trouble again, you'll be banned from here." He pointed a warning figure at the two before he opened the door for them.
"Got it," Sora said.
"Sure," Riku replied.
They both rose from their seats and filed out of the office with the officer following. After a short, over-the-shoulder glance, Sora walked to the entrance. Riku watched him until he disappeared before heading to the duct tape aisle.
There, he ran into his friend, Wakka, who worked here and had several misplaced items in his hands.
"Hey, Wakka!" the silver-haired teenager said happily as he took some red and black duct tapes from the shelves.
"Hey, Riku!" the redhead employee said. His eyes fell on Riku's messy hair and clothes. "Geez, man, what happened to you in the last hour?"
"Nothing serious," The silver-haired teenager shrugged.
"So did you find your friend?"
"Yup!" Riku said happily. "Thanks for letting me use the camera room."
"Shh! Not so loud, ya?" Wakka hissed, looking around him nervously. "You know I wasn't supposed to let you in there!"
"I know. I completely owe you one for that."
"You know it, man."
Chuckling, Riku selected some dark green duct tape. "All right, all right. See you later, Wakka. And thanks again!"
He made his way to the cashiers.
Sora bent his right leg down, sprung at least two yards from his spot, whirled in midair before gracefully landing on his left foot. He panted. Sora wasn't a fan of ballet, but it was the dance that forced him to focus the most. It was the only dance that helped block everything out for him.
'No, more,' he told himself. He wasn't tired enough. The brunette didn't know how long he had been dancing. Maybe it had been hours. All he knew was that it still wasn't enough. He wanted to keep going until he dropped.
Sora leaned forward on his left leg while raising his right leg high behind him—arabesque. Setting his leg back down, the brunette then proceeded into a fouette en tournant, whipping his leg and spinning as fast as he could. Black spots blossomed before his eyes and Sora knew that he had to stop or risk an injury. He planted both feet on the ground and, slowly, sank to the floor. The brunette ran a hand through his hair.
He thought of Riku. And then he thought of something else. Cool eyes and a smile.
He rolled his head back, laughing.
Their hair didn't feel the same. Riku's hair was softer. His was always-
He is sitting with his front to the sun, so that his back was facing him. His hair swept to the side with a light gust of wind.
"What are you thinking about?"
Disambiguated bits of a person that had once been so close to…
Sora shook his head, smiling a little at the small memories. He rose from his spot, swinging his arms back and forth and feeling the need to dance again.
The instrumental of Part of Your World echoed shrilly through the room and making the brunette jump a little before he realized his cell phone was ringing. Crossing to the other side of the dance room, where his small backpack was, he answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey!" Roxas' voice came from the phone, worried. "It's like, eleven o' clock! Where are you?"
Sora laughed a little. "Nowhere special, just the old dance studio. I was just practicing a bit 'cause I didn't want to get rusty. I'll head home soon."
"What?" Roxas' voice was distant; he was speaking to someone else. "Oh. Okay." The younger brother's voice was close to the phone once more. "Dad says if you're not home in fifteen minutes he'll—uh… well, let's just say bad things are going to happen to your clothes."
"He wouldn't!" Sora shouted, snatching up his backpack. "Tell him on my way home right now! And don't let him touch my clothes!" The brunette sprinted out the double doors.
Just to clarify: Riku used that little room with all the little TVs that the camera feed goes into to find Sora. :) Yeah, he cheated. :-P
Oh yeah, I do have a friend who can make crazy things out of duct tape, which is why I suddenly gave Riku that little duct tape quirk as well. Last I talked to my friend, he said he made a pair of duct tape boots and was going to make a duct tape raincoat.
Yup, the last part was a bit of insight into Sora's own issues. I really had to hold myself back to keep Sora from going into a shady nightclub and totally hitting on everyone. I didn't want to do that because that made him too much like Camera Doesn't Lie's Riku. And I dislike it when my works become similar.
Roxas is to Axel as reviews are to me. Ha ha ha, an analogy. Ha ha ha.
-See you all next chapter!
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