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Notes: Thank you for all of the lovely reviews, everyone. (smiles) They brighten my day. However, this will be the last update of Rikairu Graffiti until next Tuesday/Wednesday, as I'll be leaving for Florida in about twelve hours. I shall update again when I return!
Origin: A drabble written for KH Drabble, yet another community on LiveJournal. This drabble was written under the challenge of Kodak Moment.
Suggested Music: (guiltily shuts off the Ojamajo Doremi music) Eh… either Hymn of the Fayth (Piano) or Suteki da Ne, both from Final Fantasy X.
Rikairu Graffiti
III — Footsteps
The waves broke upon the sand gently, whisking tanned grains back into the ocean's depths, pulling them from the island, making it shrink that much more. The crest of the wave, white and foaming, soaked into the sand, inching its way ever-so-slowly toward the two sets of footprints that meandered through the sand, first taking long, languorous steps, then suddenly quickening.
Although they remained, they did nothing to portray the shrieks and giggles that had filled the air only a few minutes prior, as one, taking a sunset walk along the water, had been ambushed by another.
It didn't tell of how she'd darted in dizzying circles around him, while he watched with a thin smile upon his pale lips.
It didn't illustrate how she'd suddenly pounced on him, squealing in delight as he, in reflex, swept her up off the sand, laughing as he strode forward, regardless of the 'attacks' that rained down upon his shoulders: a hail of kisses, tongue tracing over his collarbone, nipping at the wiry muscle that ran beneath the skin.
All the footprints did was lead to where they now fought in the sand, wrestling and laughing. Kairi shrieked as Riku grabbed her around the waist, hefting her over his shoulder and grinning at her. She reached down, poking his side, and he shouted in indignance, almost losing his grip on her legs. However, it proved enough to overbalance him, for he tripped backwards and fell to the ground, Kairi squirming upright and straddling his chest, her knees on either side of his stomach and her hands on either wrist, held tightly and pressed into the sand.
'Pinned ya,' she grinned at him, her face hovering over his own, crimson locks just brushing his cheekbones.
He turned his face to the side, allowing one long finger to reach from where it was pinned in the sand to brush away a piece of hair. 'Chance,' he quipped, smirking at her.
'Chance,' Kairi repeated doubtfully. 'Chance? Chance this!'
And then she kissed him.
She felt him smile against her lips before his own parted, tongue darting out to touch her own. Kairi's hands left his wrists, allowing his hands to wrap around her waist as she twined hers into his hair.
'You realise, of course, that you just lost,' murmured Riku, somewhat clumsily due to Kairi's mouth still pressed to his own.
Kairi didn't respond with words, only with a questioning sound—and then she drew back with a squeak, toppling over as Riku suddenly sat up, grinning.
The first stars appeared in the dark sky as their battle began anew, twinkling in merriment as they observed the two.
'Riku, don't you dare get that sand in my ha—'
'Hmm? What was that again?'
'Aagh! Okay, that does it!'
'No! Wait! I'm sorry!'
'Too late now!'
The giggling and shrieking that followed was almost obligatory, as were the thoughts of love and revenge that flickered through each mind. Neither thought about the troubles that pressed on their mind; both were enthralled to be in each other's presence. Both dreaded the day they would have to explain to their friends, but were content to leave it for another night.
In the morning, the sand would bear no sign of their camaraderie.
