Prompt: Days

Rating: K+

Pairings:Sora/Riku

Why does nobody ever write Kairi positively? If we develop her ourselves, we can make her into a stronger character. Though, granted...She's still not as cool as Namine. Namine rocks.


Ever since Riku and his friends returned, there had been more days than he'd known what to do with.

Ironically, he thought, there was very little destiny to be had on Destiny islands. Their time consisted of endless going to the beach, of playing in the sand or waves together - of trying (and failing) to teach Sora how to surf. Then there had been school - they saw everyone from the surrounding houses again, people who had assumed they were dead...or had emigrated. Kairi's parents had been shocked by her account of the kidnapping she'd suffered, though having been in the organization for awhile, Riku knew she'd been in little danger with Axel. Her mother had assumed the worst, blithering on about rape, until Sora had told Kairi firmly that she had to be assured otherwise. The ideas her mother was spouting failed to sit well with Roxas.

Riku's parents were gone. He didn't know quite why, and he didn't honestly care much - during the years before their 'adventures', Riku had practically lived with Sora and his family - not much changed once he literally did so.

The differences were in themselves, not the people they'd left behind. Kairi was her usual self, it seemed, but when Riku would randomly burst in on her sometimes, he caught her training herself - training to fight.

She was good.

Riku hadn't changed much. He still wanted to travel, still wanted off this island as soon as possible. The differences were in his stance, sometimes (scars that refused to heal) and in the way he felt for others (Sora was beautiful, and he wondered if that had always been the same).

Sora was a different story altogether. The bubbly, irrepressibly happy boy had been replaced by a more mature, slightly quieter double, who talked to himself when he thought no one was listening. When someone surprised him, Riku would see his fingers twitch for the keyblade, frowning when the instrument failed to appear.

But paranoia and problems hardly compared, now, to the things they'd seen - so dysfunctional and strange, they carried on. They always would.

Days got longer with each boring moment.

In school Riku's heart would start to pound strangely, not in the same way as his schoolboy crush or his fright - but with insistency. Sometimes he would have to pull himself out of class just to calm the urges - just so he wouldn't leap out of windows and run for the ocean.

What he was supposed to do after that, he didn't know, but after almost throwing himself into the sea, Riku decided to talk to Sora.

Sora didn't have much to offer him. After they'd talked things down, of course, Sora kissed him and that was lovely - but not what he'd come looking for and a little too late to make him feel giddy again. He felt mildly sad that the love of someone so pure and wonderful ceased to effect him, but that was fact and even the brunette knew it. It was both too late and too early for things to work.

So he took Riku's hand and took hold of his dream and they fetched Kairi, who had her daggers out again. She accidentally stabbed Sora with the tip of one, when they surprised her, but the scar (this time) would heal and the question, their plan, remained.

If the days wouldn't shorten, they had to do it themselves.