Title: Pieces that Fall into Place, Chapter Three
Author: Maho Kiwi
Rating: R. Language and implied themes.
Pairing: Sora x Riku
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is a valuable facet of Disney and Square and I thank them very much for (unknowingly) letting me borrow the boys for a bit.
A/N: I'm going to attempt to steer this story back in the way I had it normally mapped out. Again, I thank my reviewers. Luv ya all to death.
***
Steps. Three sharp raps on the door.
"Boys! It's time you got up! Burning daylight!"
I cracked my eyes open. Ugh. I had forgotten what an early riser Riku's dad was. I shifted my body in an attempt to find the clock. 8:30. Wow, he let us sleep in. I laid back, and tried to think calm rational thoughts about my position. During our short sleep we had rolled over a bit, so that Riku was on his back, one arm still loose around my waist, and I was cradled against his side. Or had been. But since I had moved to see the clock, now I was sprawled quite ungracefully across Riku's body, in a position that was not comfortable at all, but that was the point. I concentrated on increasing my body's gravity.
"Un. Sora. heavy." I smiled, turning my head to the side in an attempt to look at him. He still had his eyes squeezed closed. "Gerroff me." he mumbled.
I summoned up my deepest voice. "Never! Now, you are mine! Mwa ha hah ahah!" I chortled. He cracked one eye open lazily and regarded me with a mixture of confusion and amusement.
"Oh? You think so?" Oh dear. Even though I was expecting something, I was still caught off guard as he flipped us over in a flurry of sheets and limbs.
"Who-ahhh! Wufff!" was my all intelligent thought as I was pinned into the soft mattress below me. He grinned at me from about two inches beyond my nose. I swallowed hard.
"Am I still yours?" I screwed my face up into a pout. I had to admit, he had me pretty good. He held both my arms above my head with his left hand, he was leaning on his right arm, which was right next to my head. He had my legs pinned with his, knees outside my hips with his ankles crossed back over my calves, and his feet were hooked around my ankles. Yup. I was pinned. But just because I had to admit it to myself, that didn't mean I had to admit it to him. The fingers of his right hand brushed through my hair and I suppressed a small shiver.
"Yes. As soon as I. I. ugh." I thrashed, trying to free myself. "As soon as I get. free. graaah! You're cheating!" I attempted to kick my legs in protest. He raised an eyebrow.
"Cheating? Oh no. This is not cheating. /This/ is cheating!"
"Huh? What-ahhhhhhhh!" suddenly his hands were everywhere!
"Noooooo! Noooooah! Ah wah ahaha! No! Ack! Aaaa.Rikuuuu! Nooo!" He was laughing hard, trying to hold my squiring body and tickle me at the same time.
My one weakness: I was horribly ticklish. Especially on my sides. Fortunately (or unfortunately at the present moment), Riku was one of the very very few people who knew this.
"Boys! Up!" With a sigh, Riku gracefully rolled off of me and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Okay, okay! We're up!" he turned and looked at the clock. "8:40? Wow. We've 'slept half the day away'" he said, in a pretty good impersonation of his father's voice.
He stretched, then pulled his shirt over his head and moved towards the closet to get a new one. I rolled onto my side and reached for my bag, other hand clutching my waist. I love laughing hard, but it makes my stomach hurt.
As I pulled my own shirt over my head I silently thanked the fates that Riku had not thought to mention my weakness to Ansem. I would have lost pretty fast. Or maybe he did tell him, and Ansem just chose not to exploit that. He didn't seem like a tickling kinda guy. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. Yes, I could see it now. Ansem, tickling me. That would make an epic tale. Such the hero.
As I absently buckled my belt about my waist I felt my mood darkening and I scowled. I had a crippling weakness. but Riku. He didn't have one. At least not such a stupid one. I looked at my bare feet (why are my feet so big?). I had been told that Riku had been meant as the True Keyblade Master, a fact that still stung. Him. Not me. But I suppose it made sense. He was stronger, faster. better. Resentment boiled up in me, it wasn't fair, why was he better at everything? I could do stuff too! I-
"Sora?" I looked at him, forgetting to wipe the glare off my face. He took half a step back. "Hey, you okay?"
I shook my head to clear my facial expression, and replaced it with a more pleasant one.
"Yeah, sorry. still a little tired." I guessed Riku wasn't the only one who got upset at the mention of the darkness. I didn't know I could be so petty. "What?"
He hesitated, then smiled again, holding something out to me. "Here." I took the proffered item and looked at it. It was a shirt, kinda brozish in color, with a stenciled font proclaiming "Filler Bunny" with a pathetic looking bunny doing a sad, sad dance on the front.
"Oh, wow! I love this shirt!" he smiled.
"I know. I've been meaning to give it to you. I kinda outgrew it." I held it up.
"So what makes you think it'll fit me?" It did look a /little/ small. He shrugged
"Well, on you, small tight shirts look good. On me, well. it looks like I'm wearing a shirt that I've outgrown. Plus my mom says it makes me look 'unacceptable' and wont get off my back." Laughing, I pulled the shirt I had just put on back over my head and replaced it with my 'new' shirt. It clung to me quite nicely. Riku was right, I /did/ look good. Suddenly, I had an inspiration. Riku /did/ have a weakness!
"Whaddaya think?" I hooked my thumbs into the top of my pants and leaned back a bit, giving Riku my best 'model look'. His eyes strayed down my body, then slowly came back up, grazing over my stomach, chest and arms where the shirt's tight fabric was stretched across my muscles. I felt my face getting warm, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Suddenly his eyes snapped back into focus and he grinned, giving me a thumbs up.
"Looks great. C'mon, let's go see if they left us some breakfast."
***
I watched Riku as he shoveled pancakes into his mouth, eyes focused on the cereal box, reading the Daily Nutritional Values.
I had the perfect plan for revenge. 'Revenge?' you ask. 'Revenge for what?' I'm sorry. I tried to be big about it. I've always, /always/, laughed off the fact that he could beat me, but when he betrays me, then gets his ass whupped by yours truly and still has the nerve to say that he's still better, well.
Somewhere in the back of my head a voice protested that Riku was just trying to return things to normal, he wasn't really bragging about being better, just good natured teasing. This voice also told me that it wasn't fair to seek revenge on my friend after he had been through so much pain and torment, due to his betrayal, already. I shoved this voice even further back. Okay, I /know/ that on many levels it isn't fair, it isn't right, especially exploiting something so natural and pure as attraction, but damn it, I'm sick of always being the good guy. The sweet one. The Great Kid. Sora, he's a Great Kid. I'm just sick of it, you know? Why do I always have to be the one who understands? Just this once, I'm going to be the one who goes astray.
And my play was perfect. if he'd only look up.
"Hey, Sora-" he started, finally looking up at me. He didn't seem able to get past that, however, as his gaze was now fixed on my lips.
I had been sitting there, with maple syrup on my face for the last five minutes. As I watched his head come up I stuck out my tongue and slowly, slowly dragged it across my lips, licking them clean.
"um. uh.a." He started. I shook my head.
"Mmm. Sorry. Syrup." He blinked a few times.
"What?"
"Syrup, on my lips." He looked like he was trying like Hell to gather his thoughts into some sort of coherent state.
"Oh, uh. right. Anyway, um." He looked around the table, looking lost. Oh, this was going to be /fun/.
***
After clearing away the breakfast dishes, we wandered back up to his room. The weather was still lousy, so we didn't really feel inclined to out. That's why we spend almost every possible hour outside in the summertime, we know this weather's coming.
He gestured at the Television. "Want another go? I'll try and go easy on you." I smirked. "What?" he tilted his head and looked at me.
"That. sounded /really/ dirty." I said, flopping onto my back on the mattress, splaying my limbs. I giggled quietly at his confused look. Hmmm. I could be quite catty when in the right frame of mind.
"You know," I started, turning on my side to look at him, letting my arm drape over my waist, fingers playing with the edge of my shirt, " 'Want another go? I'll go easy on you.'" I purred, fixing him with the slinkiest look I could. "Like that." He worked his mouth a couple of times, and I decided to knock it off for the moment. I was being too obvious. The idea was to slowly torture Riku all week- but without giving him the impression that I was a) interested or b) aware of his feelings-not outright seduce him.
I sighed and sat up. "Sure. Let's have another go. Your luck can't hold forever."
"Uh. ahm, right. Yeah." He plunked down in front of the TV, looking more dazed than he had at the table. I reached for the switch at the same moment he did, and let my fingers graze over the back of his hand. He froze, and I let my hand linger for a moment before bringing it back.
"Sorry." He closed his eyes for a moment, then shook his head.
"No problem." He flipped the switch.
***
Hmm, yes. This chapter was rather short, as my chapters go. And rather bad too. I seem to have lost my writing skills. Perhaps I need sleep. Yes. I will do that. Please review, it fills my life with warmth, light and joy.
Author: Maho Kiwi
Rating: R. Language and implied themes.
Pairing: Sora x Riku
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is a valuable facet of Disney and Square and I thank them very much for (unknowingly) letting me borrow the boys for a bit.
A/N: I'm going to attempt to steer this story back in the way I had it normally mapped out. Again, I thank my reviewers. Luv ya all to death.
***
Steps. Three sharp raps on the door.
"Boys! It's time you got up! Burning daylight!"
I cracked my eyes open. Ugh. I had forgotten what an early riser Riku's dad was. I shifted my body in an attempt to find the clock. 8:30. Wow, he let us sleep in. I laid back, and tried to think calm rational thoughts about my position. During our short sleep we had rolled over a bit, so that Riku was on his back, one arm still loose around my waist, and I was cradled against his side. Or had been. But since I had moved to see the clock, now I was sprawled quite ungracefully across Riku's body, in a position that was not comfortable at all, but that was the point. I concentrated on increasing my body's gravity.
"Un. Sora. heavy." I smiled, turning my head to the side in an attempt to look at him. He still had his eyes squeezed closed. "Gerroff me." he mumbled.
I summoned up my deepest voice. "Never! Now, you are mine! Mwa ha hah ahah!" I chortled. He cracked one eye open lazily and regarded me with a mixture of confusion and amusement.
"Oh? You think so?" Oh dear. Even though I was expecting something, I was still caught off guard as he flipped us over in a flurry of sheets and limbs.
"Who-ahhh! Wufff!" was my all intelligent thought as I was pinned into the soft mattress below me. He grinned at me from about two inches beyond my nose. I swallowed hard.
"Am I still yours?" I screwed my face up into a pout. I had to admit, he had me pretty good. He held both my arms above my head with his left hand, he was leaning on his right arm, which was right next to my head. He had my legs pinned with his, knees outside my hips with his ankles crossed back over my calves, and his feet were hooked around my ankles. Yup. I was pinned. But just because I had to admit it to myself, that didn't mean I had to admit it to him. The fingers of his right hand brushed through my hair and I suppressed a small shiver.
"Yes. As soon as I. I. ugh." I thrashed, trying to free myself. "As soon as I get. free. graaah! You're cheating!" I attempted to kick my legs in protest. He raised an eyebrow.
"Cheating? Oh no. This is not cheating. /This/ is cheating!"
"Huh? What-ahhhhhhhh!" suddenly his hands were everywhere!
"Noooooo! Noooooah! Ah wah ahaha! No! Ack! Aaaa.Rikuuuu! Nooo!" He was laughing hard, trying to hold my squiring body and tickle me at the same time.
My one weakness: I was horribly ticklish. Especially on my sides. Fortunately (or unfortunately at the present moment), Riku was one of the very very few people who knew this.
"Boys! Up!" With a sigh, Riku gracefully rolled off of me and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Okay, okay! We're up!" he turned and looked at the clock. "8:40? Wow. We've 'slept half the day away'" he said, in a pretty good impersonation of his father's voice.
He stretched, then pulled his shirt over his head and moved towards the closet to get a new one. I rolled onto my side and reached for my bag, other hand clutching my waist. I love laughing hard, but it makes my stomach hurt.
As I pulled my own shirt over my head I silently thanked the fates that Riku had not thought to mention my weakness to Ansem. I would have lost pretty fast. Or maybe he did tell him, and Ansem just chose not to exploit that. He didn't seem like a tickling kinda guy. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. Yes, I could see it now. Ansem, tickling me. That would make an epic tale. Such the hero.
As I absently buckled my belt about my waist I felt my mood darkening and I scowled. I had a crippling weakness. but Riku. He didn't have one. At least not such a stupid one. I looked at my bare feet (why are my feet so big?). I had been told that Riku had been meant as the True Keyblade Master, a fact that still stung. Him. Not me. But I suppose it made sense. He was stronger, faster. better. Resentment boiled up in me, it wasn't fair, why was he better at everything? I could do stuff too! I-
"Sora?" I looked at him, forgetting to wipe the glare off my face. He took half a step back. "Hey, you okay?"
I shook my head to clear my facial expression, and replaced it with a more pleasant one.
"Yeah, sorry. still a little tired." I guessed Riku wasn't the only one who got upset at the mention of the darkness. I didn't know I could be so petty. "What?"
He hesitated, then smiled again, holding something out to me. "Here." I took the proffered item and looked at it. It was a shirt, kinda brozish in color, with a stenciled font proclaiming "Filler Bunny" with a pathetic looking bunny doing a sad, sad dance on the front.
"Oh, wow! I love this shirt!" he smiled.
"I know. I've been meaning to give it to you. I kinda outgrew it." I held it up.
"So what makes you think it'll fit me?" It did look a /little/ small. He shrugged
"Well, on you, small tight shirts look good. On me, well. it looks like I'm wearing a shirt that I've outgrown. Plus my mom says it makes me look 'unacceptable' and wont get off my back." Laughing, I pulled the shirt I had just put on back over my head and replaced it with my 'new' shirt. It clung to me quite nicely. Riku was right, I /did/ look good. Suddenly, I had an inspiration. Riku /did/ have a weakness!
"Whaddaya think?" I hooked my thumbs into the top of my pants and leaned back a bit, giving Riku my best 'model look'. His eyes strayed down my body, then slowly came back up, grazing over my stomach, chest and arms where the shirt's tight fabric was stretched across my muscles. I felt my face getting warm, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Suddenly his eyes snapped back into focus and he grinned, giving me a thumbs up.
"Looks great. C'mon, let's go see if they left us some breakfast."
***
I watched Riku as he shoveled pancakes into his mouth, eyes focused on the cereal box, reading the Daily Nutritional Values.
I had the perfect plan for revenge. 'Revenge?' you ask. 'Revenge for what?' I'm sorry. I tried to be big about it. I've always, /always/, laughed off the fact that he could beat me, but when he betrays me, then gets his ass whupped by yours truly and still has the nerve to say that he's still better, well.
Somewhere in the back of my head a voice protested that Riku was just trying to return things to normal, he wasn't really bragging about being better, just good natured teasing. This voice also told me that it wasn't fair to seek revenge on my friend after he had been through so much pain and torment, due to his betrayal, already. I shoved this voice even further back. Okay, I /know/ that on many levels it isn't fair, it isn't right, especially exploiting something so natural and pure as attraction, but damn it, I'm sick of always being the good guy. The sweet one. The Great Kid. Sora, he's a Great Kid. I'm just sick of it, you know? Why do I always have to be the one who understands? Just this once, I'm going to be the one who goes astray.
And my play was perfect. if he'd only look up.
"Hey, Sora-" he started, finally looking up at me. He didn't seem able to get past that, however, as his gaze was now fixed on my lips.
I had been sitting there, with maple syrup on my face for the last five minutes. As I watched his head come up I stuck out my tongue and slowly, slowly dragged it across my lips, licking them clean.
"um. uh.a." He started. I shook my head.
"Mmm. Sorry. Syrup." He blinked a few times.
"What?"
"Syrup, on my lips." He looked like he was trying like Hell to gather his thoughts into some sort of coherent state.
"Oh, uh. right. Anyway, um." He looked around the table, looking lost. Oh, this was going to be /fun/.
***
After clearing away the breakfast dishes, we wandered back up to his room. The weather was still lousy, so we didn't really feel inclined to out. That's why we spend almost every possible hour outside in the summertime, we know this weather's coming.
He gestured at the Television. "Want another go? I'll try and go easy on you." I smirked. "What?" he tilted his head and looked at me.
"That. sounded /really/ dirty." I said, flopping onto my back on the mattress, splaying my limbs. I giggled quietly at his confused look. Hmmm. I could be quite catty when in the right frame of mind.
"You know," I started, turning on my side to look at him, letting my arm drape over my waist, fingers playing with the edge of my shirt, " 'Want another go? I'll go easy on you.'" I purred, fixing him with the slinkiest look I could. "Like that." He worked his mouth a couple of times, and I decided to knock it off for the moment. I was being too obvious. The idea was to slowly torture Riku all week- but without giving him the impression that I was a) interested or b) aware of his feelings-not outright seduce him.
I sighed and sat up. "Sure. Let's have another go. Your luck can't hold forever."
"Uh. ahm, right. Yeah." He plunked down in front of the TV, looking more dazed than he had at the table. I reached for the switch at the same moment he did, and let my fingers graze over the back of his hand. He froze, and I let my hand linger for a moment before bringing it back.
"Sorry." He closed his eyes for a moment, then shook his head.
"No problem." He flipped the switch.
***
Hmm, yes. This chapter was rather short, as my chapters go. And rather bad too. I seem to have lost my writing skills. Perhaps I need sleep. Yes. I will do that. Please review, it fills my life with warmth, light and joy.