xDate: 10, July: 2007
xSummary: Maybe you'll enjoy it. And, really, what's the harm?
xPairing: Riku.Sora
xWarnings: sad & fluffy shonen-ai
xKingdom Hearts II © Square Enix
xEpisode: III
xWord Count: 205
xAge Range: R(21); S(17)
xRating: K+
xDedicated to: SKF - we're burn-buddies, yo
x F R U I T- J U I C E x
"Green Apple"
x—x
The tart-crisp Granny tumbles out of his fingers. It spins on a pretty green axis around and around the ruddy-tan countertop before it falls.
Before it falls away.
Falls away towards my feet and single, cardboard suitcase.
"But it's not sour." He ducks to the dirty linoleum.
I itch a little bit. "Sora. Stop."
"Just give it a try." He scrambles on his knees and elbows looking for the waxen fruit that wobbles about in plain sight. "Maybe you'll enjoy it," his eyes glow water-clear as they fix upon my face. "And really what's the harm?"
Several times I gape my mouth.
"I'm not asking you to eat it all."
I rub on my arms; pick up my box—the graying wood-pulp fits, snug, in the crook of my hipbone—set it right back down.
"Please, Sora. No more."
We stare.
It takes me a while to say that I'll miss him.
"I won't write." Whittled-twig arms entrance my waist. "I won't, Riku."
They tremble towards me; clasp me against the slighter baby boy body that pushes to greet and grind me ever closer.
"I won't miss you at all." Sora whimpers.
"Yea." I touch him. "I know you won't."
x f i n x
hm. why does riku leave? you tell me.
review, kind person?