SC: Kind of funny...
Cheekon: Eh?
SC: Well...this One-shot is rather inspired by my favorite weather and drink in which I dance to whenever I hear the words.
Cheekon: Rain? And hot chocolate?
SC: Yep... –dancing-
Alter Ego: You must worship the yaoiness!
SC and Cheekon: O.o
Alter Ego: X3
WARNING: Yeah, so one day I got this flame from this religious-obsessed girl who started bitching about how I don't have any morals because I write yaoi, and that I didn't put a warning up for the first drabble so she was throwing up everywhere on your computer (freak, maybe?).
HELLO?-! By the time you reached the part on how Cloud got all hard from just watching a picture of Leon taking his shirt off should have just given you a clue about the whole yaoi-ness. Sheesh, you'd think I'd actually put a yaoi warning up when people already know I've been writing yaoi since I got on Besides, it's not even the really yaoi once you think about it; it's more on the shounen-ai area. Anyways…
Here's a warning for you people who just squirm at the mentioning of two hot guys making out:
THIS CONTAINS BOY ON BOY ACTION, MEANING THERE IS NO GIRL INVOLVED WITH GETTING LAID. ONLY TWO HOT GUYS FROM THE BEST GAME I'VE EVER PLAYED, SO IF YOU'RE INTO THE WHOLE SORA/ KAIRI THING, THEN GET LOST. TRUST ME, I GET AWAY FROM A STORY IF IT INVOLVES THAT KIND OF CRAP.
There, I feel much better.
Creator: Who? Oh, me!
Rating: Depends on what I'm talking about. They range from Teen to Mature. This one's Teen.
Genre: Depends on what I'm talking about. They can be Humor, Romance, or Angst. This one's...well... I think this one has all those genres.
Category: Kingdom Hearts
Type: One-shots, drabbles
Summary: People can be different as Ying and Yang. So what happens when the person you just fell over heels in love was your complete opposite?
Summary of Difference #2: SR: Sora just can't help that he follows his heart whenever, whatever. So what happens when his heart begins to tell him how attractive Riku, the boy who doesn't follow his heart, could be?
Started: August 19, 2005
Finished: I'm embarrassed at how long it took… April 22, 2006 (that was a long time…)
Beta-ed: Didn't feel like getting beta-ed at the moment...
As Different as Ying and Yang
Difference #2: Follow Thy Heart vs. Not!
Sora absentmindedly stared at the diner at his right as he walked down the pavement, the sun beaming down on the boy who wore the red shirt, gray jacket that was zipped open and with a hood and blue cargo pants. Today was Saturday: a day with no school, no homework, and day that was plain boring to the spiky haired brunette.
He hated when everything was boring. He liked things with zest and originality. His heart had told him that.
The very opposite of a certain boy whom Sora knew.
Riku: three things could describe the white-haired teen with emerald eyes.
1) Aloof
2) Sarcastic
And although Sora wished his heart didn't tell him this, 3) Very attractive.
Sora sighed.
"Maybe I could kill some time in this diner," said Sora, walking up to the building with the sign, Paopu Diner, blinking in yellow lights. The door bell hanging on the door chimed, signaling someone in the diner that Sora was coming in. And someone did look up with their emerald eyes.
Sora stared.
And Riku stared back.
Sora blinked. Was Riku really wearing the Paopu Diner uniform: an apron with a star-shaped fruit on the front, PAOPU DINER in big yellow letters underneath it, over a white short sleeved button downed shirt and jeans?
And was Riku standing there in the diner, a pad in hand, behind the silver top counter with red stools to match?
Or was Sora just imagining?
His heart told him he wasn't.
"Can I take your order or do you just want to stand in the way?" asked Riku coldly, not in the mood for silly people just staring at him because he worked at the diner.
He did need money for himself.
Sora scrambled to a stool by the counter, flustered. He quickly grabbed a menu to hide the blush that was covering his face. A white brow quirked up.
"Can I take your order?" repeated Riku irritably. Sora slowly glanced up.
"Riku?"
"Who do you think it is, you dork?" snapped Riku. Sora averted his eyes, feeling very stupid.
Of course, wasn't it normal for the white haired seventeen year-old to have a job?
And wasn't it normal that Sora's heart was beating faster than ever?
Well, if he was attracted to Riku, it was.
"Um…" began Sora, looking over the menu again until he decided what he wanted. "A double cheeseburger, skip the onions, with fries and a Sprite."
The brunette heard the scratching of a pen as Riku wrote down on his pad.
"Anything else?" asked Riku.
"Not at the moment…"
"Whatever," and with that, Riku turned around to rip the orders from the pad and gave them to the cook. Sora twiddled with the salt shaker on the counter, looking up with curious blue eyes at what his crush was doing.
Riku was leaning against the counter, hands resting his head, rolling his eyes once or twice. Riku sighed, checking the clock that was on the far corner of the diner.
10 more minutes 'till hell is over…
Maybe it was wise to make conversation…
"So… how long have you been working here, Riku?" Sora asked timidly. Riku whirled his head towards Sora, gave him a grimace, and then shrugged.
"Two months," was Riku's monotonous reply. Sora set the salt shaker aside and leaned closer to Riku's face.
"You like working here?"
"If you mean getting stared at from every person who goes to school with me then taking their orders, then, no."
"Oh, sorry 'bout that..."
"Bleh."
Riku turned around so his back was leaning against the counter, his elbows beside his sides.
"I'm just not use to seeing the most popular guy at school working..." said Sora. Riku rolled his eyes.
"I can tell… I'm not that different from everybody else, you know."
"But you are!" exclaimed Sora. "All the girls at the school want to date you and everyone wants to be your friend!"
"You think I'd like to know that all the girls want to date me?"
Riku was now glaring at Sora's face, so close that his breath was mingling with Sora's. Sora blinked, uncertain on what to do. His heart seemed to be ripping out of his chest…
Sora gulped before he said, "I suppose,"
"I don't, Sora." said Riku, never leaving his gaze off the brunette. "I'm not interested in girls at the moment."
Whoa, thought Sora. Did he just confess that he was gay? Or am I just imagining he said that?
"What?"
"I said I'm not interested in girls."
"So you're—er—gay?"
"So?"
Sora blushed. Riku raised an eyebrow.
"Dork," he said, taking a step back so the proximity wasn't so much. Sora released a breath that he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Why are you so interested in my sexual orientation, anyway? What—you're attracted to me?"
Bull's eye.
Riku smirked at the red on Sora's face, barking in laughter.
Sora pouted.
"I only asked!"
"Here," Riku handed a hot plate with Sora's food on it, still smirking. Sora took it and placed it on the counter, giving Riku an indignant look.
Minutes later, Sora was dabbing his face with a napkin, patting his bulging stomach. Riku blinked at the empty plate in front of Sora.
"Damn, you have a bottomless pit for a stomach," stated Riku, sliding the plate away from Sora. The brunette blushed.
"I-I was hungry…"
"I can tell," Riku chuckled.
"So," began Sora, leaning on the counter, resting his head in his hands. "When's your birthday?"
Riku raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"I just want to get to know you…"
"It's because you like me, huh?" asked Riku, smirking. Sora blushed again.
"When's your birthday?" repeated Sora again, hoping to avoid the question.
"February 15th." answered Riku. Sora nodded.
"Okay, what's your favorite color?"
Riku eyed Sora suspiciously. "What are you, a stalker?"
Sora shook his head, blushing for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"N-no! I'm only asking!"
"Uh-huh," said Riku, sounding unconvinced. "Green."
"I'm more of a blue or red person…" said Sora, leaning forward. "Hobbies?"
"Killing annoying people like you."
Riku looked at Sora's petrified face and snickered.
"I'm kidding…" chuckled Riku, waving a hand idly. "Sheesh," he added when he saw Sora's lower lip stick out and glared at him, "It was only a joke."
"But, it wasn't funny!" exclaimed Sora.
"To me, it was."
Riku chuckled as Sora narrowed his blue eyes and averted them to the clock. It read 4:59.
"When's your shift over?" asked Sora, turning to face Riku. Riku rolled his eyes and went to the back of the diner, leaving Sora to frown.
"I was only trying to make things seem more comfortable…" mumbled Sora, as he scratched the back of his head. His blue eyes wandered to the window, seeing drops of rain hit it. Sora smiled.
Sora's heart leaped. It was raining, the perfect thing to happen on such a boring day.
"Hey?"
Sora whirled around in his chair to face Riku, who was wearing a yellow sleeveless top with jeans, put on a black jacket. Riku raised an eyebrow at Sora's dazed façade.
"Moron, what are you so happy about?" asked Riku, stepping out of the counter.
"It's raining!"
"I can see that…" growled the white-haired teen, grimacing at the sight of water on the window. "It's pouring…"
"You sound angry?" stated Sora, tilting his head to the side. He followed Riku out to the door, his smile widening when his feet plummeted in a puddle. Riku sneered.
"I am, dammit! I hate the rain!"
"Meanie."
"Dumbass."
"Grumpy."
"Loser."
"Butt Monkey."
"'Butt Monkey?' What the hell is that?"
"I don't know…" muttered Sora, taking another jump in the next puddle. Riku took a step back, afraid to get wet. He was too stubborn to listen to his mother, who told him it was going to rain so he should bring an umbrella.
But noooo... Riku had to be a smartass to not take one.
So now Riku had to get wet. With a very cute brunette who took another leap, splashing water on his clothes.
A smile crept on his lips.
Sora blinked.
Was Riku staring at him and smiling?
"Riku?" said Sora, waving his hand in front of the older boy's face.
"E-eh?" stuttered Riku.
"Staring isn't polite, you know."
"Being annoying isn't polite either, you know."
"Hmph!" Sora began walking up the sidewalk, turning to glance that Riku who was following him. He quietly laughed to himself.
Riku's beautiful white hair matted his scowled face, it had made the brunette laugh. Sora held his arms out to his sides, tilting his head back to let the rain splash his adorable face.
This made Riku's scowl to disperse and to let a smile appear. And it made the seventeen year old's arm snake around Sora's waist, making him yelp in surprise.
"Riku!"
Riku nuzzled his head in the crook of Sora's shoulder, inhaling the aroma of rain and green apples. Sora turned around so he faced Riku's flushed face.
"S-sorry…" stuttered Riku. "I didn't mean to—"
But he was clumsily cut off when his lips touched Sora's own. Emerald eyes widened for a moment then narrowed until they closed, deepening the kiss. Rain fluttered in Sora's eyelashes, making him close his own surprised eyes.
Sora was kissing Riku…
And Riku was kissing Sora back…
The only sounds around the two boys were the muffled moans and the pitter-patter of rain against the pavement as they commenced into another kiss.
Instinctively, the brunette wrapped his arms around Riku's neck, bringing his drenched body closer to the white-haired male.
Hands dove into brown spikes and silky white hair. Tongues fought inside hot mouths, allowing particles of saliva to drip down to their chins. But something triggered Riku from this blissful state.
What was wrong with him? Why was he luring this innocent boy to do this? All of Riku's previous relationships had gone down the drain, like the rain-water hitting the sidewalks swirling to the nearest gutter.
He abruptly let Sora go. He couldn't bear to see the pained and confused look on him. He turned around, and quickly ran. This wasn't supposed to happen… He had to run away, run from this damned problem of his…
Why couldn't he just follow his heart? Why couldn't he just let someone in? Why? WHY?
Riku wiped his face as he ran home, far from Sora's loneliness.
This wasn't supposed to happen…
- -
It's so easy
To think about love,
To talk about love,
To wish for love.
But it's not always so easy
to recognize love
even when we hold it in our hands…
- -
Monday.
How effing boring!
Sora gazed sadly at the droplets of water sliding down against the window of the café. He blew some of the steam coming from his mug of hot chocolate to just keep him self occupied.
Today at school Riku hadn't even acknowledged him all day; just passing him by without a glance or word. It had infuriated Sora at first, but then he could understand.
Sora was a bad kisser. That was the reason.
His eyes stung from staring at the window without blinking, so he closed his eyes. But a tear trickled down his cheek. He wiped it with his jean jacket sleeve. How stupid could he get, crying in public? He looked around; only a big man reading a newspaper at the far corner of the café and the girl idly reading a Seventeen magazine at the counter were the only ones in the building.
Sora sighed. He commenced to kicking his feet under the table booth, looking for anything interesting around the place.
The big man looked mean and ugly and fat, so Sora's eyes looked away from him. The green walls of the Green Requiem Café looked plain and boring, thought Sora. He turned his attention to the girl up in the front. She wasn't there, must've gone to the back to check on something. Or she was just so bored and left. Nah, she can't do that; who would watch the shop?
The brunette turned back to watch the rain from inside. He would be out there if he hadn't gotten sick the last time he went out in the rain. It was the same day when Riku had kissed him… and ran off as soon as that. Two days have passed.
A pang was in his heart. He prohibited a tear from falling from his eye.
He probably was a bad kisser.
He was still deep in his thoughts, when he heard the bell at the door jingle. The sound reminded him back at the diner…
Sora looked up to see if anyone interesting came in, and froze.
There, standing there and shaking off his wet umbrella and placing it aside next to the door, wearing a khaki jacket over a plain white shirt and light jeans, Riku was walking over to the counter, waiting for the waitress.
Sora turned around, trying to manage his beating heart from bursting through his ribcage. Why hadn't anyone else come in? Sora would have even preferred Selphie, the most hyper person at school, would have even managed her incessant screams of happiness or her unimaginable times of tackling people. But it had to be Riku… It just had to be him…
From the corner of his eye, Sora could see Riku was walking straight over to his direction. Don't see me, thought Sora in his head continuously. Don't see me. I want to be invisible. Don't look at me.
But he had seen him. "Sora?"
The brunette felt the world around him crashing down on his shoulders. He slowly turned, and automatically made a smile appear on his face. "Hey… Didn't know you were here 'til you called my name."
Riku raised one white eyebrow. Was it just him, or did Sora seem fake? "Ah," Without even asking if he minded, Riku took a seat across from Sora, sliding in and placing his own cup of hot chocolate and some donuts in front of him. He pushed the donuts towards the younger boy. "Want one?"
Sora couldn't help that his mouth was watering with just the smell of the delicious pastries filling his nose, but still. He was very upset with Riku. He was only acting kind because no one from school was here.
Riku eyed the boy suspiciously and drank his drink in silence. Was he still mad? Of course, said a voice in the back of his head. You did leave him in the rain all alone. And just when he thought you liked him…
Riku licked his lips and finally said, "So, school was okay, huh?"
Silence.
Sora continued to ignore Riku, placing his chin in his palm, sipping on his chocolate before it went cold. For awhile, the only sounds around them were the pitter-patter of the rain and the sound of the old man getting up to leave. From the window, Sora watched as the man ran in the rain to get to his old Mercedes. He drove off in seconds. They were alone with the girl still out in the back.
Riku couldn't stand it anymore. He slammed his mug against the table. It made Sora jump in surprise. "What the hell is your problem?-!"
Sora narrowed his eyes at Riku. "What do you mean what's my problem? What's yours?"
"My problem is you!" Riku's voice was rising in volume. "You're ignoring me like I don't exist!"
"See how it feels, Riku?" hissed Sora, setting his cup down hard enough that some of the hot liquid stained the table. "See how it's like to feel the one you really like is thinking you don't even live in the same world as you do! I can't believe you!" He hated that he was doing it, but, nonetheless, he was crying. Huge hot tears rolled down his face. "S-see how it feels—" And before any of them knew it, Sora was bawling, covering his face with his hands.
Riku stood speechless, unable to move. The older boy didn't know what to do—it was his fault again. He made another person cry because of the stupid shit he always did to them. Watching the brunette cry had made some heartstrings come undone inside of the seventeen year old.
His hands trembled beside him, shaking with every effort to decide on what to do. Couldn't take it any longer.
Sora felt sudden warmth all around, looking up (although his vision was blurry) to realize that Riku's cheek was right next to his wet one. He squirmed for a moment in the older boy's arm, knowing he couldn't surpass his hold or the many emotions and thoughts telling him to give in, until his sobs quieted down to mere hiccups. Felt the brush of Riku's lips upon his tear-streaked flesh.
"I'm so sorry…"
Riku's hands raised the younger boy's face to stare at his emerald orbs, searching for some rather good explanations for his peculiar behavior when he pressed his lips against Sora's unwarned mouth.
The kiss, lust-revved, but sweet and passionate, leaving both of them as breathless as ever, initiated with no remark or signal, ended as quickly as it began. Sora's eyes had barely closed when the magic disappeared, the disappointment rising up to his face in a quick blush. Riku had his head down, white bangs obscuring the expressions all coming up to show how he felt about everything, what he just did.
He coughed, reaching inside his pocket to pull out a ten dollar bill next to the batch of cold, uneaten donuts. "I'll see you later…"
He almost managed to escape any accusations when he called him back. His hand stopped mid-air of grabbing the umbrella idly leaning against the entrance.
It was now or never. He didn't care if someone in the café heard him, though no one was in sight because the waitress had vanished beyond the counter again to mind her own business.
"I love you, Sora." And he fled, a coward entering a cold, rainy world, with no purpose anymore now that he just (finally!) confessed his inner fears.
So what would happen now…?
- -
Wednesday.
"Grey skies clouding up the things
We used to see
With wide eyes maybe everything
Was meant to be this way
Will it ever change
Or are we stuck here on our own?
"It's all gone gre-ey
It's all gone gre-ey!"
He was oblivious to the outside activity around him as he retrieved his binder from his locker and stuffing his other books in the metal container.
Everyone stared at the teenager wearing the black shirt with a yellow X next to the white word "Yellowcard", the violin-bashing rock band, and jeans, and black Chucks dirtied by the mud from the rain pouring this morning; the girls giggled at watching him just bobbing his head slightly to the rhythm.
"I found telling you the truth the hardest thing
To get out I know it wasn't you
That made me feel this way
Will it ever change
Or are we stuck here on our own?"
He hardly felt the tap on his shoulder, but he turned, only to get a crash course of having his head bang against the locker doors and his lip almost bruised.
Eyes wide, he saw Sora's face before him, kissing him roughly but simultaneously with love so close to perfect. His headphones fell past his ears and landing on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around the lithe waist.
Sora licked his lips he as smiled when he let go, looking very satisfied. "Hey…"
Riku returned the greeting with a panting "Yo…"
Sora giggled. "Sorry about slamming your head on the locker. I was just so anxious to remind you about what you did to me back at the café the other day."
Something in the back of Riku's head throbbed. "Where were you yesterday?"
The brunette gave him an apologetic pout. His arms now rested loosely on the white-haired male's shoulders. "Sick. Again. After you told me how you felt, I wanted to run after you, but I didn't know how fast of a runner you were until I finally realized I was running for half an hour for no apparent reason. I guess… I wanted to think…"
Riku sighed. "I've missed you so much…"
"Me too."
An unsettling feeling in his stomach fluttered. "Have you forgiven me yet?"
Sora let out a small laugh before saying, "What do you think that kiss was for?"
Riku smirked. Sora had missed the old smirking Riku, but then, yet again, he was becoming quite attached to the more emotional side of the male. His heart was fluttering in his rib cage again.
Riku nuzzled his nose against Sora's shoulder. "It's never been like this for me before."
Sora sighed in gratification that Riku liked his answer. He listened carefully as Riku continued. "I just… I'm a dork whenever it comes to relationships; seems I don't have the commitment. But, with you, Sora, I can't think I've never fallen over someone so… different…"
"Different?" Sora echoed, sounding confused.
"Yeah." Riku looked up and planted another kiss on the boy's lips. "Haven't met anyone so open into knowing me or letting me know them. You still tried when I wished I could avoid all your silly questions. That's what I like about you…"
"Wanna like me even more?" Sora beamed when he proposed his question.
Riku's eyebrows arched. "Sure…"
"Spend detention with me after school today."
And they both laughed into hysterics as a teacher came into view. Let's just say they ignored the fact that they had only five minutes between the change of classes and the lack of people in the hallways as they indulged into their own conversation.
Besides, detention was filled with knowing more about each other every time the teacher left to do some errand.
S: Boys
R: Ugly… except for you
S: School
R: Sucks
S: Girls
R: Bitches
S: House
R: Apartment
S: D.O.B's October 22nd, Libra
R: D.O.B's February 15th, Aquarius
S: Did you know Libras and Aquarius' are meant for each other?
R: Nope, don't believe in horoscopes. But I believe in you and this—
Another session of hands going up shirts, and steamy kisses and bites,
S: Crazy Mom
R: Crazy Mom
S: Divorced Dad
R: Dead Dad
Teacher comes in and hands them another packet of worksheets to finish before three thirty. Convo continues when the old lady leaves again,
S: I'm sorry about your dad.
R: Nah, he wasn't much of a fatherly figure to begin with. Drunk too much. Pissed Mom too much
S: No siblings
R: One sister in college. Annoying bitch
S: Yellowcard
R: Best fucking band ever
Listening to their favorite songs from the latest CD: Rough Landing, Holly and Grey,
S: Soccer
R: Football
S: Goofball
R: Rebel
S: Riku
R: Sora
Hand skimming up right jean-clad thigh,
S: Love
R: Love
- -
Thursday.
Pouring out, skies grey, and they don't even mind because they're in Riku's car, eating donuts and drinking hot cocoa. They cuddled in each other's arms in the backseat, Yellowcard whispering through the stereo up front.
"…Flyin' along and I
Feel like I don't belong and I
Can't tell right from the wrong and why
Have I been here so long?"
Serious making out, more conversation, laughing off how people looked at them as they walked around the school hand in hand or molesting each other on the lockers. Twice they had to be separated in sixth period because they couldn't keep their hands to themselves, more making out sessions. Nothing beyond taking articles of clothing or going "all the way". A lot of romantic moments and sparks.
"What if I wanted you here right now
Would you fall in the fire burn me down
If I wanted you here right now
Would you fall in the fire burn me down
What if I wanted you here right now"
"Love you to bits."
Hands coaxing. Lips touching. Hearts blending. Some words unsaid but understood.
"I love you."
Just another day.
"Love you, too."
"Flyin' along and I
Feel like I don't belong and I
Can't tell right from the wrong and why
Have I been here so long
I don't belong
I don't belong
I've been here too long
Too long…"
Hope it never ends. Truly, madly, deeply.
Fin…
- -
SC: Phew, that took me ages to come up with a good ending. I hope it was good. Riku was such a bastard in the beginning, but, all in all, Sora and he got together.
Alter Ego: I wanna cup of hot cocoa now… -tries to go to the kitchen only to find Sora and Riku finding another way to make the dining table useful-
SC: What the EFF?-!
Alter Ego: …Okay…
SC: -hollers in the kitchen- You rabbit fuckers need to clean up after yourselves! MY BED IS STILL TAINTED WITH YOUR MOLESTING WAYS!
Feedback: I haven't gotten many reviews lately, so I'm going to have to force you guys to give me something or I'll have to have Kairi be Sora's main affection in SC's works… No one wants that, do they?
Sora and Riku: HELL, NO!
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah, forgot to mention that I don't own the lyrics to the song Grey or City of Devils by Yellowcard, so don't ask if they're mine. I disclaim them. Now go review!