Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Me no own KH. Me own Jar Jar Binks action figure and bad grammer. Me is sad.
Warnings: Once again, this was written last year, so...it may not be as good as my Howl of the Wolf fic..uu;;; If that one was good AT ALL. -_-; But I'm upset...my Ceramics teacher promised he would put a little statue of Taikuru I made in the kiln, but he broke his promise...Grrr...oh well.
Taikuru: ^_^ ON WITH THE STORY!!!
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Clear blue water lapped at the sandy beach, gently washing over Riku. The boy stirred, and his eyes opened slowly to meet seawater.
"Gah!" he immediately sat up, rubbing his burning eyes. Water dripped from his silvery hair as he blinked in thought. Random memories began flowing into his mind. The storm, the water, the boats...Riku looked at his left leg as he finally realized he felt pain. It wasn't too bad; his pants had been ripped a little and a small wound was running across his calf (not the cow .O; ) but that was about all the damage. More memories...lightning, thunder, the limp body in his arms....Sora!
Riku sloshed around in the shallow water, turning and looking for his friend. Where was Sora? Had he been lost in the storm? Riku's heart stopped as soon as that thought entered his mind. Suddenly he spotted Sora. The young boy had been washed up farther on the beach. Riku rose to his feet at once, running to Sora, furious at himself. How could he have forgotten about his best friend, even for a moment?
He threw himself next to Sora, putting his head to Sora's chest. No heartbeat. Riku's heart, however, was racing. He couldn't let Sora die! Was Sora already dead? The brown-haired boy's skin was cold, but they HAD just been in an ocean of freezing water. Riku felt his own skin. His skin was as cold as Sora's, and obviously, he was still alive. Desperate hope on Riku's face, he immediately straddled Sora's waist, pinched the boy's nose, put his hand to Sora's chest and leaned into give him life.
If Sora had not been in such a precarious situation, Riku would have enjoyed the tingling sensation as his lips met his friend's, however, Sora's life was on the line. Riku continued giving his friend mouth-to- mouth until Sora sputtered salt water--right into Riku's mouth. The silver- haired boy sat up and grimaced as Sora coughed up all the water he had swallowed. Riku watched him and desperately wished he could cough out all the water for Sora. But, of course, he couldn't, so he had to see his friend's helpless expression and hear those sputtering coughs until Sora stopped.
Riku leaned in close to Sora. The younger boy was breathing now, his chest rising and falling in a soft and steady motion. Riku blew a sigh of relief and fell back onto Sora's leg's in exhaustion.
'Great,' Riku thought, 'I used up all my breath on Sora. Figures.' he lay there panting for a while, when he actually realized what he had done. Practically KISSED Sora.
He felt a lot of things at once, excitement, fear, guilt...no, it hadn't been a kiss. If Sora had been awake, he would have probably hurt Riku, or push Riku off him. Therefore, it couldn't have been a kiss. At least, not a mutual one. Riku rolled off Sora's legs and sat up.
"Stop! It was only mouth-to-mouth!" he shouted to himself, trying to convince himself of that. But if it wasn't a kiss...how come he wanted to do it again? Riku stood, realizing how stupid he must have looked. He decided to take a look around and assess the situation.
They were on an island about the size of the children's island. There were coconut trees, but no coconuts to be seen. He didn't see any mushrooms, either. He looked at the sea. No visible fish.
'Well, so much for food,' he thought. There was mostly only lush, green vegetation on this island and the sound of a waterfall nearby. A ragged old cloth hung off the branch of a bent tree. Riku left the sleeping Sora and wandered over to it. It was draped over the tree to make some type of crude tent.
Something in the back of Riku's head told him that this cloth was familiar...but he couldn't put his finger on it. The boy shrugged it off and took the big piece of fabric. It might come in handy for helping them warm up...warm up....
"I'm such an idiot!" for the first time since he had awakened, Riku realized that he was freezing. However, it wasn't himself that he was worried about, it was his friend. He jogged back to Sora, put his hand to his chin, and, standing over the brown-haired boy, studied him. His clothes were soaking wet, Riku noted, like Riku's own. To get Sora warmed up he'd have to...no way! Riku couldn't do that...could he?
Riku knitted his brows together, deep in thought. It was only for survival...and that was a good enough excuse. "But what about me?" Riku asked himself. He sure enough wasn't going to huddle, freezing, in the sand while Sora lay there minus his soaked clothes and plus a blanket! Riku's heart jumped but his mind screamed bloody murder. The boy couldn't help but smile. He was tired of arguing with himself...and this WAS for survival...
Riku knelt by Sora and lifted the young boy up, taking off the hooded jacket. He slung it over his shoulder and unzipped the rest of Sora's outfit. Riku groaned. Why couldn't Sora just wear a shirt and pants like a normal person instead of a weird jumpsuit? Not that he didn't mind undressing Sora...it was just...would Sora appreciate waking up to find Riku taking off Sora's clothes?
Pushing those thoughts aside, he unzipped Sora's jumpsuit and pulled it off him by the hem of the shorts. He removed Sora's shoes before sliding the rest of the outfit off. Now the only thing left was Sora's boxers. Choosing to respect Sora's...um...privacy, Riku closed his eyes and took off his friends boxers. He groped for the cloth and, once found, threw it over Sora.
Riku opened his eyes and gathered Sora's clothes together, then wrung them free of water. They were still damp. He got up, walked over to the leaning tree, and lay his friend's clothes out to dry. Of course, that wouldn't be anytime soon. Clouds blocked ou the sun; clouds from the storm, no doubt.
Sighing, Riku kicked off his shoes. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants, wringing them out. Hesitantly, he took off his boxers, staring intently at Sora to make sure he didn't wake up. He draped his own clothes next to Sora's.
Swallowing his fear, he strode over to Sora and lay on top of him. He tucked the cloth around them, insulating them from the cold air. With both of them transferring body heat, they should be warmed pretty soon. Riku wrapped his arounds around Sora. He breathed onto Sora's neck, hoping to increase the temperature of the small environment around them.
Riku loved this feeling. Being so close to Sora, bare skin to bare skin...he moved so he could see Sora's face...Sora's innocent, kitten-like face. He kept one of his arms around Sora, then moved the left to stroke Sora's cheek.
He lay there on top of Sora for a long time, thinking. Some thoughts were sensible, yet disappointing, others wild and pleasurable. Now, come to think of it, Riku had always liked Sora. But he hadn't realized how much he liked Sora until the younger boy had started spending all his time with Kairi. Riku had missed his friend's constant company, the way Sora looked up to him, the way they went everywhere together. Everywhere.
Just then, Riku's mind flashed back to the time when he was seven and Sora was six.
/// "Ooooo...Riiiiku! Wassat?" Sora leaned over the edge of the small boat, pointing toward a distant island.
"And island, silly!" Riku responded. Sora shook his head.
"No! I know what it IS, I just wanted to know...um..." he narrowed his eyes, thinking hard. "What's its name!" the brown-haired child said. Riku looked at the sky for a moment, thinking.
"Hm...I dunno. Ask your mom to row over there!"
"Wha? No way! She'd never do it."
"I guess you're right. Hey, how 'bout we go there when we get older? My mom says when I'm nine I can row to the Islands all by myself!" Riku said proudly. Sora stuck out his lower lip.
"Without me?" he asked pathetically.
" 'Course not! You're my best friend."
"Yay! Thanks, Riku!" Sora threw his arms around his friend. Riku returned the hug.
"No problem."
"Rikuuuu...." Sora looked up into the eyes of his silver-haired friend.
"Huh?"
"We'll always be best friends, right?"
"Mm-hmm. Of course." Riku patted Sora on the head, thinking that remaining best friends was an inevitable joy of life. He then turned to watch the mysterious island fade away. ///
Riku was brought back to the present by the body stirring beneath him. He froze, afraid of what would happen if Sora woke up. He stared at Sora's face, searching for a sign of awareness from him. But then, remembering that staring could wake a person up, he looked away.
Sora showed no more signs of waking. Riku propped himself up with his right hand and put the left to Sora's cheek. It was warm. He trailed his hand down Sora's neck, chest and abdomen. All warm. Riku considered staying in the position he was in...it felt so...right. But it wasn't. And now that Sora was warm, Riku's job was done.
He left his friend and walked to the bent tree, putting all his clothes back on. They were still a little damp, but at least now they were wearable. He gathered Sora's outfit and carried it over to him. Riku had to remove the cloth. He gazed at Sora's golden body; the body that could never be his. He put Sora's boxers back on, not bothering to close his eyes, then the jumpsuit. Something fell out of the red jumpsuit's pocket. Riku picked it up and gazed at it.
It was a paopu fruit. Sora must have tucked it into his pocket before they left the Destiny Islands. Riku didn't know what to think. Sora might have kept it as some kind of momento of their friendship, or maybe even kept it to share with Riku! Then Riku shook his head. No. Sora had probably kept it to share with Kairi. Riku's heart fell. He was also disgusted. Riku's gift had saved the brown-haired boy of picking his own paopu fruit to give to Kairi.
Handling Sora less gently now, he zipped the jumpsuit and stuff him in the jacket. He put the fruit back in Sora's pocket.
'I might as well enjoy my time with him now...' Riku thought. He lay down next to Sora and pulled the sheet over them both. His sleepy eyes closed. The two figures were left motionless on the sandy beach.
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O_O; WHOO! That was a pain to re-write. My hands hurt. uu; And I still have Algebra homework. Eh. And I have cramps. Double eh. But my mom's gonna buy stuff for me to make my Halloween costume out of! ^^; I'm gonna be youko Kurama! O_O; ...but...only Yu Yu Hakusho watchers would know who that is...^^; heh.
Disclaimer: Me no own KH. Me own Jar Jar Binks action figure and bad grammer. Me is sad.
Warnings: Once again, this was written last year, so...it may not be as good as my Howl of the Wolf fic..uu;;; If that one was good AT ALL. -_-; But I'm upset...my Ceramics teacher promised he would put a little statue of Taikuru I made in the kiln, but he broke his promise...Grrr...oh well.
Taikuru: ^_^ ON WITH THE STORY!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Clear blue water lapped at the sandy beach, gently washing over Riku. The boy stirred, and his eyes opened slowly to meet seawater.
"Gah!" he immediately sat up, rubbing his burning eyes. Water dripped from his silvery hair as he blinked in thought. Random memories began flowing into his mind. The storm, the water, the boats...Riku looked at his left leg as he finally realized he felt pain. It wasn't too bad; his pants had been ripped a little and a small wound was running across his calf (not the cow .O; ) but that was about all the damage. More memories...lightning, thunder, the limp body in his arms....Sora!
Riku sloshed around in the shallow water, turning and looking for his friend. Where was Sora? Had he been lost in the storm? Riku's heart stopped as soon as that thought entered his mind. Suddenly he spotted Sora. The young boy had been washed up farther on the beach. Riku rose to his feet at once, running to Sora, furious at himself. How could he have forgotten about his best friend, even for a moment?
He threw himself next to Sora, putting his head to Sora's chest. No heartbeat. Riku's heart, however, was racing. He couldn't let Sora die! Was Sora already dead? The brown-haired boy's skin was cold, but they HAD just been in an ocean of freezing water. Riku felt his own skin. His skin was as cold as Sora's, and obviously, he was still alive. Desperate hope on Riku's face, he immediately straddled Sora's waist, pinched the boy's nose, put his hand to Sora's chest and leaned into give him life.
If Sora had not been in such a precarious situation, Riku would have enjoyed the tingling sensation as his lips met his friend's, however, Sora's life was on the line. Riku continued giving his friend mouth-to- mouth until Sora sputtered salt water--right into Riku's mouth. The silver- haired boy sat up and grimaced as Sora coughed up all the water he had swallowed. Riku watched him and desperately wished he could cough out all the water for Sora. But, of course, he couldn't, so he had to see his friend's helpless expression and hear those sputtering coughs until Sora stopped.
Riku leaned in close to Sora. The younger boy was breathing now, his chest rising and falling in a soft and steady motion. Riku blew a sigh of relief and fell back onto Sora's leg's in exhaustion.
'Great,' Riku thought, 'I used up all my breath on Sora. Figures.' he lay there panting for a while, when he actually realized what he had done. Practically KISSED Sora.
He felt a lot of things at once, excitement, fear, guilt...no, it hadn't been a kiss. If Sora had been awake, he would have probably hurt Riku, or push Riku off him. Therefore, it couldn't have been a kiss. At least, not a mutual one. Riku rolled off Sora's legs and sat up.
"Stop! It was only mouth-to-mouth!" he shouted to himself, trying to convince himself of that. But if it wasn't a kiss...how come he wanted to do it again? Riku stood, realizing how stupid he must have looked. He decided to take a look around and assess the situation.
They were on an island about the size of the children's island. There were coconut trees, but no coconuts to be seen. He didn't see any mushrooms, either. He looked at the sea. No visible fish.
'Well, so much for food,' he thought. There was mostly only lush, green vegetation on this island and the sound of a waterfall nearby. A ragged old cloth hung off the branch of a bent tree. Riku left the sleeping Sora and wandered over to it. It was draped over the tree to make some type of crude tent.
Something in the back of Riku's head told him that this cloth was familiar...but he couldn't put his finger on it. The boy shrugged it off and took the big piece of fabric. It might come in handy for helping them warm up...warm up....
"I'm such an idiot!" for the first time since he had awakened, Riku realized that he was freezing. However, it wasn't himself that he was worried about, it was his friend. He jogged back to Sora, put his hand to his chin, and, standing over the brown-haired boy, studied him. His clothes were soaking wet, Riku noted, like Riku's own. To get Sora warmed up he'd have to...no way! Riku couldn't do that...could he?
Riku knitted his brows together, deep in thought. It was only for survival...and that was a good enough excuse. "But what about me?" Riku asked himself. He sure enough wasn't going to huddle, freezing, in the sand while Sora lay there minus his soaked clothes and plus a blanket! Riku's heart jumped but his mind screamed bloody murder. The boy couldn't help but smile. He was tired of arguing with himself...and this WAS for survival...
Riku knelt by Sora and lifted the young boy up, taking off the hooded jacket. He slung it over his shoulder and unzipped the rest of Sora's outfit. Riku groaned. Why couldn't Sora just wear a shirt and pants like a normal person instead of a weird jumpsuit? Not that he didn't mind undressing Sora...it was just...would Sora appreciate waking up to find Riku taking off Sora's clothes?
Pushing those thoughts aside, he unzipped Sora's jumpsuit and pulled it off him by the hem of the shorts. He removed Sora's shoes before sliding the rest of the outfit off. Now the only thing left was Sora's boxers. Choosing to respect Sora's...um...privacy, Riku closed his eyes and took off his friends boxers. He groped for the cloth and, once found, threw it over Sora.
Riku opened his eyes and gathered Sora's clothes together, then wrung them free of water. They were still damp. He got up, walked over to the leaning tree, and lay his friend's clothes out to dry. Of course, that wouldn't be anytime soon. Clouds blocked ou the sun; clouds from the storm, no doubt.
Sighing, Riku kicked off his shoes. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants, wringing them out. Hesitantly, he took off his boxers, staring intently at Sora to make sure he didn't wake up. He draped his own clothes next to Sora's.
Swallowing his fear, he strode over to Sora and lay on top of him. He tucked the cloth around them, insulating them from the cold air. With both of them transferring body heat, they should be warmed pretty soon. Riku wrapped his arounds around Sora. He breathed onto Sora's neck, hoping to increase the temperature of the small environment around them.
Riku loved this feeling. Being so close to Sora, bare skin to bare skin...he moved so he could see Sora's face...Sora's innocent, kitten-like face. He kept one of his arms around Sora, then moved the left to stroke Sora's cheek.
He lay there on top of Sora for a long time, thinking. Some thoughts were sensible, yet disappointing, others wild and pleasurable. Now, come to think of it, Riku had always liked Sora. But he hadn't realized how much he liked Sora until the younger boy had started spending all his time with Kairi. Riku had missed his friend's constant company, the way Sora looked up to him, the way they went everywhere together. Everywhere.
Just then, Riku's mind flashed back to the time when he was seven and Sora was six.
/// "Ooooo...Riiiiku! Wassat?" Sora leaned over the edge of the small boat, pointing toward a distant island.
"And island, silly!" Riku responded. Sora shook his head.
"No! I know what it IS, I just wanted to know...um..." he narrowed his eyes, thinking hard. "What's its name!" the brown-haired child said. Riku looked at the sky for a moment, thinking.
"Hm...I dunno. Ask your mom to row over there!"
"Wha? No way! She'd never do it."
"I guess you're right. Hey, how 'bout we go there when we get older? My mom says when I'm nine I can row to the Islands all by myself!" Riku said proudly. Sora stuck out his lower lip.
"Without me?" he asked pathetically.
" 'Course not! You're my best friend."
"Yay! Thanks, Riku!" Sora threw his arms around his friend. Riku returned the hug.
"No problem."
"Rikuuuu...." Sora looked up into the eyes of his silver-haired friend.
"Huh?"
"We'll always be best friends, right?"
"Mm-hmm. Of course." Riku patted Sora on the head, thinking that remaining best friends was an inevitable joy of life. He then turned to watch the mysterious island fade away. ///
Riku was brought back to the present by the body stirring beneath him. He froze, afraid of what would happen if Sora woke up. He stared at Sora's face, searching for a sign of awareness from him. But then, remembering that staring could wake a person up, he looked away.
Sora showed no more signs of waking. Riku propped himself up with his right hand and put the left to Sora's cheek. It was warm. He trailed his hand down Sora's neck, chest and abdomen. All warm. Riku considered staying in the position he was in...it felt so...right. But it wasn't. And now that Sora was warm, Riku's job was done.
He left his friend and walked to the bent tree, putting all his clothes back on. They were still a little damp, but at least now they were wearable. He gathered Sora's outfit and carried it over to him. Riku had to remove the cloth. He gazed at Sora's golden body; the body that could never be his. He put Sora's boxers back on, not bothering to close his eyes, then the jumpsuit. Something fell out of the red jumpsuit's pocket. Riku picked it up and gazed at it.
It was a paopu fruit. Sora must have tucked it into his pocket before they left the Destiny Islands. Riku didn't know what to think. Sora might have kept it as some kind of momento of their friendship, or maybe even kept it to share with Riku! Then Riku shook his head. No. Sora had probably kept it to share with Kairi. Riku's heart fell. He was also disgusted. Riku's gift had saved the brown-haired boy of picking his own paopu fruit to give to Kairi.
Handling Sora less gently now, he zipped the jumpsuit and stuff him in the jacket. He put the fruit back in Sora's pocket.
'I might as well enjoy my time with him now...' Riku thought. He lay down next to Sora and pulled the sheet over them both. His sleepy eyes closed. The two figures were left motionless on the sandy beach.
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O_O; WHOO! That was a pain to re-write. My hands hurt. uu; And I still have Algebra homework. Eh. And I have cramps. Double eh. But my mom's gonna buy stuff for me to make my Halloween costume out of! ^^; I'm gonna be youko Kurama! O_O; ...but...only Yu Yu Hakusho watchers would know who that is...^^; heh.