If I owned Kingdom Hearts I wouldn't write a disclaimer, now would I?
Warnings:
I'm gonna ramble a lot in the author notes now!
Author's Ranting:
I'm sorry. I hope you all forgive me. It's been over 2 weeks since I last update. But you gotta understand!! My life's a rollercoaster right now! I don't even have time to breath, eat or sleep! I know, I know, writing is more important than any of this..so please forgive me!
I'm really trying to do this right! So....this chapter...we have 2 days! Yup, if you remember, there's been 2 days over 5 chapters now... first day when Sora found chibi Riku, brought him to Kairi and the others and went back home. Second day, shopping.
Now it's evening, they got back from shopping... So it's one evening and then the next day... 2 days...
Gods, what am I rambling here? Just read it! Read it read it read it and pleaaase forgive poor little me!
Oh, and one more thing! I couldn't proof-read it and I have no beta-reader at the moment so please bear with me! Thanks!
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Now they were finally home and Sora threw himself onto the couch, letting Riku run around on his own. As long as he was in the house, nothing could go wrong. The door was locked, just in case Riku found a way to reach the doorknob. Sora heaved a sigh and rolled over to lie on his stomach. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off into a state of half-sleeping. He felt his body finally relax, he had been tense the whole day. Riku was sure exhausting.
He remained like this for a while, idly wondering what Riku was doing, now that it was so quiet. Maybe he was playing with his toys. Sora smiled as he remembered the happy look on Riku's face as he got them. While he was thinking of Riku as a child, an image of the grown Riku entered his mind. The eyes were still the same. Even though Sora remembered Riku looking anything but innocent, he realized that the eyes had the same glint when he looked at Sora.
Sora blushed. It felt like adoration, that look Riku was giving him all the time. At first he thought it was because Riku was so small and Sora took care of him, but now that he thought about it, Riku had always looked at him with those eyes, even when he beat him in running, fighting or anything else. It was strange, though. Why would Riku admire, even adore Sora?
As if on cue, the silver haired boy came trotting into the living room, rubbing his eyes. Sora turned his gaze to watch him as he came over to him, curling into a ball as he lay on the couch, next to Sora.
The brunet chuckled and reached out to stroke over Riku's hair.
"I guess it's time for bed, then...go to my room and sleep," he softly said, loving the fluffiness of Riku's hair.
Riku immediately uncurled himself and moved to sit up.
"Not tired," he whined, shaking his head vigorously. Sora chuckled and withdrew his hand, tilting his head to one side.
"Not tired? Weren't you just about to fall asleep here?" he asked, smiling at Riku's pouty face. And the eyes, he noted, they were still looking at him in that strange way. Not that he didn't like it, it was just a little strange now that he thought about it.
Riku yawned after struggling to hold it back. The brunet raised his eyebrows and nodded once as if to say 'I told you so' and Riku snorted, looking away. He sat like that for a few moments, determined not to move one inch.
Sora shook his head and reached out to pick him up but he was surprised as he felt how heavy Riku was. He wrinkled his nose in confusion and reeled back, looking at the boy.
Riku had made himself as heavy as possible, clutching to the couch with all his strength. He was really determined not to move.
"What's wrong with you? I can see that you're tired, why don't you go to sleep?" Sora asked, a frown forming on his forehead. Riku didn't answer and just kept sitting there like a stone. The older boy sighed and scratched his head. What should he do? Once again, Sora tried to take him into his arms but Riku struggled as though his life depended on it and Sora let go.
"What's the matter with you?!"
Sora blinked and covered his mouth as soon as the words left his mouth. He hadn't meant to sound so angry. He hoped that Riku wasn't upset now. When he looked at Riku, he saw that the boy was sill not moving, frowning as though he was worrying over something.
Sora frowned, too and bit his lip.
"Um, sorry...I didn't mean to shout," he quietly said, running a hand through his hair. He could see that Riku was tired, so why wouldn't he go to sleep? Of course, Sora was tired, too and he wanted to go to sleep.
Suddenly, Riku moved and looked up at Sora.
"I don't wanna go to your room. It's ugly," he muttered, a sulky expression on his face.
Sora raised his eyebrows and blinked. "What?" What was that? Riku didn't like his room and didn't want to sleep in it?
Riku gave him a strange look and then dropped his gaze to his hands that were resting in his lap.
"Your room is ugly and stupid," he repeated, although it sounded like he didn't mean it. Sora scratched his head and thought for a while. What could be so ugly about his room? Riku had always liked it there when they had sleepovers. He remembered the two of them fooling around at night until Sora's mother came in to scold them, only to find that they were sleeping peacefully. But as soon as his mother left the room, they started giggling and continued playing.
They had a lot of fun together.
Sora's eyes widened.
"Ah, of course!" It finally hit him. He smiled, patting Riku's head. The night before, when Sora had lay down in his parents' bed, since Riku was occupying his, Riku had come into the room to sleep with him. Now Riku was a three-year-old boy and probably didn't like sleeping alone in a dark room. When they were little they used to share the bed, too.
"All right, then. We'll go to my parents' room, just like last night. Is that room less ugly?" He looked down at Riku, invitingly holding out his arms.
The silver haired boy's eyes lit up and in a spilt of a second, he jumped right into Sora's arms, hugging him around the neck. Sora smiled and inwardly melted at the lovely feeling. He might have started to cuddle and wuddle the little boy just like Selphie wanted to do it all the time. Noting that the embrace had loosened, though, Sora stroked over Riku's head and saw that his eyes were already closed.
"Cute," he chuckled, taking Riku into the bedroom.
When he wanted to set him down, Riku wouldn't let go off him, even though he looked like he was fast asleep.
"Riku? Let go for a while. I need to change....and you should change, too, I've especially bought you some cute pajamas," Sora whispered, hoping the boy would wake up.
Riku, however, was awake but still didn't want to let go. He stuck to Sora like glue and the older boy sighed.
"Riku, let's change into pajamas, I promise I'm not going anywhere. Just let go for one second."
Riku cracked one eye open and looked suspiciously at Sora.
"One second?" his tiny voice asked. Sora snickered and shrugged.
"If you let go, you'll see. I'll be as fast as I can, all right?"
After thinking it over, Riku eventually agreed and reculantly let go, letting Sora change his clothes and then change his own. Of course it took more than just one second and Riku scowled at Sora, for he felt like Sora lied to him.
"Oh come on," Sora chuckled, taking Riku back into his arms as they lay down on the bed. The little boy quickly snuggled up to Sora like he was a big teddy bear and smiled as he closed his eyes.
Sora used his hand to run it through Riku's hair, relaxing him even further until the boy fell asleep. Smiling sleepily, Sora pulled Riku a little closer and closed his eyes, too.
Finally, peace.
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The next morning came far too early and Sora was so tired that he already began to have rings around his eyes. Riku was active and demanding as ever, reminding Sora more and more of the grown Riku. As he watched him and played with him he realized how many similiarities there were between chibi Riku and the older Riku. He noticed things that he had never noticed before. He also started wondering if Riku would remember the things that had happened once he got back to normal.
"What's this?" Riku asked, pointing at a photo hanging on the wall. Sora snapped out of his thoughts and looked at it.
"Oh. That's our first boat. We built it when we were little...all by ourselves," Sora answered, wondering if Riku would understand this. He couldn't remember those things, could he?
Riku looked at another picture. "And what's this?"
Sora smiled. "That's the treehouse on the play island."
The little boy shrugged and proceeded to look at the photos and generally at everything in the room. He eventually climbed onto Sora, having the older boy carrying him.
"Hey Sora," he suddenly piped up, tugging on Sora's cheek. The older boy caught his wrist to stop him from pinching and pulling on his cheek and lightly smacked his head.
"What?" he answered, swatting Riku's tiny hands away as the little boy tried to pinch him again. Riku giggled and tried his best to reach Sora's face, but the older boy was simply faster. Sora chuckled. Finally he was the faster one. Riku had always been mocking him, telling him that he was slow as a cow.
"Sooora!" Riku whined, flailing his arms around so that Sora nearly dropped him.
"Stop squirming around or I'll drop you!" Sora threatened, grinning at Riku's sulking face as the little boy stopped immediately.
"Not fair," he mumbled, sticking his tongue out. "But Sora!" he began again, looking at his friend with big round eyes.
Sora smiled and gave in, melting at the pure sweetness in his arms. How did Riku manage to be so cute?
"I wanna eat ice-cream now! You bought it yesterday! I know we have it!" Riku wriggled out of Sora's arms and plopped down to the floor before he dashed towards the kitchen. Sora blinked at the spot Riku had been standing at and then winced as he heard a crash in the kitchen.
"Uh-oh..." Sora quickly followed the little boy to see if anything had happened to him. When he entered the kitchen he saw Riku sitting on the floor, biting his quivering lip.
"Riku? What happened?" The brunet hurried to the huddled up mass on the floor and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy to stop him from sobbing.
"Riku?" he softly asked, noting that the silver haired boy's knee was bleeding. His eyes widened and he quickly pulled away to inspect the wound. The little boy swallowed the sobs and tried to be brave. He clenched his small hands and gulped.
"I tripped...over that..." He pointed at the miniature version of the Highwind, one of his new toys. Sora inwardly rolled his eyes, remembering how often his mother had told him not to let things lie around on the floor. But he wasn't going to give Riku any of these lectures. As he looked at his friend, he just wanted to kiss his pain away.
Sora blinked at his thoughts. For the first time, he noticed how infatuated he was with the little boy. But it wasn't only the little boy, it was Riku himself he cared for. No matter how cute and little the boy was, he was still Riku, and this was the reason he cared so much.
"Can you stand up? I'll clean the wound and then it's going to be all right." Sora helped Riku up and set him on the kitchen table, telling him to wait there while he got the first aid kit from the bathroom.
Riku patiently waited and grimaced every now and then, but never said anything about the pain. As Sora came back he had to smile again, seeing that the little boy was bravely fighting the tears. Riku would never admit that he was in pain, he always acted like it was nothing, saying that he would take it like a man.
"Okay, Riku. This will hurt a little but it's only for a second. We need to disinfect the wound." He patted the smaller boy on the head to reassure him and tenderly began to brush the cotton wad over Riku's knee.
The silver haired boy squirmed and made a face. Sora sighed and tried to distract him by ruffling his hair, and it worked. Riku was soon pouting and pushed against Sora's hand, trying to make it stop messing with his hair. Sora chuckled and continued to annoy the boy until he was done sterilizing the wound.
"See? It's over already!" Sora grinned at Riku's surprised look. It hadn't hurt a bit! Riku smiled happily as Sora put a plaster over his knee. Then he hugged him and Sora took him into his arms, feeling relieved that nothing bad had happened to Riku. The moment he heard the crash he was worried sick.
"Sora...." Riku murmured as he nuzzled Sora's neck. The brunet blushed and smiled.
"Yeah?"
Riku made a purring sound, tickling Sora, causing him to blush even more. Then the boy pulled away and grinned, pointing at the fridge.
"ICE-CREAM!" he squealed, giggling at Sora's annoyed expression. They took out the ice-cream and Riku began digging into it with his spoon like it was a shovel. Sora sat beside him, watching him with a worried expression. The way Riku was using the spoon, the kitchen might have ended up full of ice-cream.
"Be careful with the ice-cream..." he muttered, but Riku was too caught up in eating to hear him. Sora eventually smiled again as he saw the chocolate ice cream around Riku's mouth, on his lips and his cheeks. He even began to laugh at the sight, for Riku even had some on his nose. Riku stopped eating at the sound of Sora's laughter and frowned.
"What?" he asked, looking offended.
Sora shook his head in a dismissing motion. "Nothing, keep eating," he answered, smiling wider as Riku frowned at him.
"You're laughing at me!" the little boy spat, putting the spoon down to cross his arms.
Sora chuckled and shrugged.
Riku pouted and then tried his best to glare at his friend. It turned out way too cute to be threatening and Sora decided to show Riku why he was laughing.
"Take a look," he suggested, getting the metal soup ladle to show Riku his reflection. The silver haired boy leaned forward suspiciously and peered at his reflection. He blinked.
"There's something wrong," he said, frowning at his reflection.
Sora raised his eyebrows. "What? You got ice-cream all over your face, that's wrong."
Riku shook his head and reached up to wipe at his face. "I know that!" he replied, casting a short glance at Sora, before looking back at the reflection in the soup ladle.
"But there's something wrong. See? When I move forward, my face gets all weird...."
Sora took a look at the reflection before he realized what Riku was talking about. Of course the reflection was distorted, it was a spoon and not a real mirror.
"Seeeee?" Riku moved the spoon away and then very close to his face, seemingly fascinated by the way his face changed in the reflection.
Sora watched the little boy with amusement. Then, after some time of face-twisting, Riku turned back to the ice-cream....which was a puddle of something now. His eyes widened and his head snapped to Sora in an alarmed way.
"The ice-cream's gone! It's gone! Look!" He pointed at the puddle in the box and began to tug on Sora's arm. "What happened to the ice-cream?! What! What!" he demanded while he began to pull on Sora's shirt.
Sora burst into laughter and took Riku by the shoulders to calm him. Then he leaned in, bumping their foreheads. "It melted, Riku. You were playing with your reflection and it melted because it's too warm here. We have to put it back into the ice-box so it gets back to normal."
Riku's eyebrows were knitted together in worry as Sora took the box to put it back where he had taken it from.
"Will it be all right?" Riku quietly asked, chewing on his bottom lip. Sora turned to him and smiled, nodding once.
"Sure. Just give it a little time."
Riku sighed in relief, patting his chest with his hand. Sora chuckled and motioned him to come with him, back to the living room.
The rest of the day was spent by playing video games. Sora nearly choked at the sight of Riku playing all the games like it was the easiest thing ever. The silver haired boy won everything he played, he even beat that game Sora had never managed to get through with. 'Natural talent or something like that,' Sora thought as he lay on the couch, watching Riku play.
When it was evening, Sora made two cups of noodles again and promised that Riku would get a little more ice-cream as dessert. And after that, they went to sleep. Riku was more than exhausted, for the little boy needed much more sleep than Sora. But even Sora was exhausted. He still wasn't used to taking care of someone all the time. There was a huge difference between spending time with his friend, and taking care of his friend. When Riku was older than him, it was always Riku watching out for him. But now Sora was worrying over everything, hoping that Riku was feeling well and healthy.
The last thought in Sora's mind was about the time when Riku got back to normal. The third day was already over. Four more days until the little boy would turn into a teenager again. What would it be like?
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Ending notes:
I actually thought of a plot now. LoL. Don't expect it to be very serious...it's just something I thought of...
Y'all know Sora's madly in love with Riku, right? I did add a lot of SoraxRiku thoughts here... geez I hope it doesn't look like Sora loves the little kid.
I wanted to make it that Sora likes Riku for who he is and now that he's taking care of his friend in this way makes him see how much he actually cares.
Kay? Hmmm...all righty, please do review, I love reviews
So, till the next time then! ^^