In Caelum Fero
A couple of short stories centering on Roxas, Sora, and Cloud. In Caelum Fero means, in Latin, "raise to the skies." Other than that, I really can't guarantee my Latin grammar. I'm actually not taking it until next year, hahaha.
It's only slash for now, but I might write Roxas x Namine later on… definitely not Sora x Kairi, because (unfortunately) I don't like her at all… Namine did, somehow, become one of my favorite characters. Nyuu. Compilation
I don't usually do things like this, but I thought it best to consolidate these.
Of course, I don't own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, Kairi would probably be non-existent, dead, or a matchmaker-type with Selphie, and the rating would go WAY up for lots of slash luuuuuff. Okay, going now.
Falling
Riku x Sora
Humor / Romance / PG (Nasty Riku Cursing!)
It was a typical day on the Destiny Islands. Mostly, anyway.
Spikes of noise from Tidus and Wakka sparring resonated from the main part of the beach at the island's lowest point, shining so brightly it was almost like a huge trove of pirate's bullion. Selphie was busy tugging Kairi everywhere, pausing every so often to stare, wide-eyed, at this flower or that insect.
Sora sat kicking his legs back and forth on the thick sole branch of the paopu tree, his hands cupping his face with his elbows on his knees. Close by (more than close) rested the silver-haired Riku, eyes closed in complete relaxation. Neither said a word, instead choosing to just stare out into the distance, where the marine met the aerial.
At one point either of them may have made an offhand comment; it was, if ever brought into being, swallowed up by the crash of salt water against the log wall that surrounded the secluded island's island which was sanctuary to the only paopu tree on the whole of Destiny.
In truth, Sora was impossibly bored. Everyone seemed occupied but Riku… which usually wasn't a problem at all (in fact, it was usually a good thing… it meant that Selphie and Kairi couldn't get at him to play with his hair.) But, today, Riku was… tired, Sora guessed. He didn't want to spar, he didn't want to talk, but just stood in his usual spot staring.
"Rikuuuuuuuuuuu. I'm bored." Hello, Captain Obvious.
"Hm."
How lackluster was that? Especially for the typically most-lustrous "wise, incredible Riku!"
Amazing Riku, how sweet the sound… Wow, he really had nothing to do. And those lyrics fit horribly. Whatever.
Sora started humming, some melody he had heard Selphie sing (albeit badly) a few weeks before. His best friend didn't even seem to notice, or even react, except to push a loose silver lock behind his ear (which probably wasn't even triggered by Sora's musical endeavor.) He rocked his legs harder.
… and fell out of the tree. "Ow, geez!"
Riku didn't even seem to flinch, much less acknowledge his friend's plummet. Sora narrowed his eyes and wondered what would happen if he jumped off the far branch of the tree into the ocean with a rock on his back. Stupid Riku…
"Hey, Riku. Riku? Help me up… I think I hurt something. Ow."
"Huh?"
Nice response. Just beautiful. "I said, help me up. Weren't you paying attention?" The brunette gave his best pout/puppy dog eye combo and waited for it to take effect. It worked on everyone. Selphie sometimes would tickle him to death while complaining that he was cuter than her and Kairi put together. Which wasn't terribly flattering at the time… what kind of guy liked being called cute, anyway?
Unless it could work to his advantage.
Riku flipped his hair back and shook his head a little, snapping out of his reverie. How long had he been standing there? His legs hurt. Not that he was about to admit it.
"Of… of course I was." He extended a hand to Sora, who had proceeded to use his god-given looks to try and make Riku feel bad. And it was kind of working. He half-smiled. "Are you okay?"
"You weren't listening, Riiiiiiiikuuuuu."
Damn. The intensity of his eyes was increasing. Riku sighed in acquiescence and closed his eyes as Sora took Riku's hand in his own, bony fingers entwining graceful digits with intent. As the silver-haired boy moved to pull his friend from the ground, the younger boy pulled back.
… now they were both covered in sand, Sora somehow managing to roll on top of Riku while straddling his lap. He giggled. "Sucker." Hands still joined, they proceeded to wrestle, and although Sora was on top, he was losing.
Riku smirked at this. He pushed Sora back down. "Who's the sucker now?"
"Awww, Riku. Let me win once in awhile."
"Not a chance." Said boy pinned the other down and lowered his head to the other's, gloating (literally) in his face.
Squish.
"Ah!"
What?
The older boy relinquished his hold on the brunette so the latter could sit up and find what had been (evidently) crushed in the fight. A limp golden skin, star shaped, was produced from the spiky-haired kid's pocket, juice creating a dark spot in the crimson fabric of his shorts. Sora's eyes went wide as he stared at the squashed fruit in his hands.
"Oh, no…"
"Shit. I'm sorry, Sora. I know how long it takes for those things to get ripe…"
"Yeah." Was all the shorter boy could say, quietly, gaping at his destroyed prize.
"Gods. Was that the one you promised to Kairi? Ah… damn! I'm so sorry."
Silence. A long one. Another wave crashed on the shore. Another cry rang out from Tidus as he was knocked off balance by one of Wakka's blitzballs.
"… Kairi? Did you say Kairi? I never…"
Riku was lost in thought again, his eyes glazed over. Sora facefaulted, poking one of the long haired's legs in absolute annoyance. He snorted, tripping over something and landing right next to Sora.
"Oh great Riku, clumsy pig of the Destiny Islands. Am I not worthy of your presence?" quipped Sora, grinning.
"What? I didn't snort!"
"You didn't even hear yourself!"
"I didn't snort!"
He cracked up wholly and fully at his friend's all-out denial, falling onto his back and smothering his snickers into his hands, deeply offending an already-peeved Riku, who immediately climbed back on top of the sniggering "brat," (more gingerly this time) and jabbing at his sides Selphie-style.
Both emerged red and panting from the assault, Sora still giggling with his newly acquired case of hiccups. Riku tried to get one more poke in, which Sora evaded by rolling onto his side.
"Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me---" sang the brunette, still laughing.
And so, Riku complied.
It was a total impulse.
"Riku?"
"You asked for it."
And there was the smile he had unknowingly fallen for.
