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oo5 ;; waffles
The clock on his right shone brightly in fluorescent red while its bold digital numbers silently switched to 2:08.
Riku was lying idle on the sofa in his living room, propped up in the darkness by his elbow on the armrest. A blanket was draped over his legs and his eyelids were half open, though had little desire to flutter shut into rest despite the ungodly hour it was. The trio had only been home for three days, and Riku wasn't known for pulling all-nighters regardless of their previous situations – the only reason he was awake was because two other bodies were invading his floor, dead except for the soft rise and fall of their chests and the occasional twitch or snore from the brunette.
Kairi had brought up the idea of a sleepover – and Sora immediately responded with joyous declarations of how wonderful it would be to spend time together as a group again, stay up all night, talk about what happened in their year of separation, and raid the fridge. He was pretty good at the last one, Riku noticed; adventure (and puberty) had apparently made his stomach grow three times its previous size. He wasn't too fond of the fact that Sora was eating his food, but they were all together again so that might have been enough.
Sora had, quite literally, passed out on the floor around one in the morning. He was on his back, sprawled out and pillow-less – but he didn't seem to mind, and Riku didn't seem to care. It was amazing that he fell asleep at all considering the amount of caffeine he had just shoved down his throat; Riku imagined that it was equivalent to his weight, and without sounding too much like Kairi or anything, wondered how he didn't get fat. For that matter, he wondered why the walls of his house weren't being dented by the boy's hyperactive bouncing – he only let out this spastic twitch every half hour and turned over and muttered some incoherent mess about waffles.
Sora, really, hadn't changed that much.
But Kairi was the opposite of Sora, sleeping daintily on the floor about a foot away from each boy. A pillow was stuffed beneath her head while she quietly dreamed, ignoring the food wrappers and magazines and papers with jumbled scribbles on them that Sora used to get his point across while rambling about his journeys. Nothing about her peaceful slumber resembled the Kairi he knew from a year back – when she had lost her heart, and when he was able to get an inch away from her without being questioned. Of course, even if that were the only way to hold her or tell her that he really did love her, he wouldn't wish them back in time; he would rather know that after his whispers against her ear, she would slowly blink her eyes open and smile (or stare at him like he had the plague – he really wasn't sure what she felt).
Maybe he was kind of sort of obsessed. Not even Sora was still awake, nor had he taken a break spewing nonsense about the other worlds to gaze at Kairi.
He saw her eyelids flutter in the darkness while two blue irises groggily poked from their sheets, illuminated by the pale moonlight that he hadn't bothered to block from pouring in at the windows. She pulled her arms around herself and might have shivered, and it wasn't until then he remembered he hadn't given either of his guests blankets – but he sucked as a host anyway.
And then he realized – What is she going to think if I'm staring at her?
His face flushed a bright shade of pink, even partially visible against the silver nighttime light and darkness. In desperation, he threw his blanket over his face before she could register consciousness and pinned his eyes shut while dropping his head to the pillow against the armrest.
He heard her move, stiffly lumbering to her feet before tiptoeing to the sofa he was sleeping on. His heart started to race, almost fearing that he might have been caught. He was sure she must have been able to hear his heart on overdrive; it was the only sound pounding in his head.
"Riku," She whispered after getting close enough, poking a finger in his shoulder instead of slapping him for being a pervert like he'd expected.
I'm not awake I'm not awake I'm not awake.
"… Riku?" Another poke that felt more like a jab.
I'm not awake, really.
"Wake up." She began to assault him with numerous prods in his stomach and sides.
Riku jumped and snarled under his breath, curling up to protect his himself from her pokes while he slowly peered from beneath the blanket. He glanced upwards, as she had been leaning over him, and stared into her utterly amused beautiful mischievous eyes while he pretended she was the one at fault for waking him up. "What are you doing?" He grumbled, but gently so not to stir the brunette a few feet away.
She smirked smartly. He noticed her pillow under her arm. "I wanted you to mov—" She paused and squinted, eyebrows pinching together curiously while she suddenly leaned forward a little too close for comfort. It was hard to see in the dark, after all, but: "Are you all red?"
He nearly choked.
Instead, he just stopped breathing.
What? Was he suddenly supposed to admit his profound love for her; how he had been staring at her for the past few hours and—
You know. That didn't sound too bad.
It's not like I'm going to have another chance like this
"Kairi?" She tilted her head, a playful smile still engraved on her lips.
Can't back out now.
"I… kind of…"
Crap. I sound like Sora.
He shifted a little so his arm was holding him up again. "Uhhm. I really—"
"WAFFLES HAVE sixteen squares."
Riku stopped.
And blinked.
And turned to stare at the sleeping Keyblade Master who had been forgotten but was still sprawled on the floor mumbling (yelling) a not-so-incoherent-mess-anymore about waffles.
… And completely ruined Riku's plan.
Kairi was staring at him, too, but her eyes weren't flickering with some deep hatred that hinted she wanted to strangle or stab or murder the boy in his sleep. She raised her hand to her lips and stifled a small giggle, turning back to Riku a second later. "We better go back to sleep before we wake Sora up." It was supposed to be a hint that neither of them wanted the brunette to realize that he was in fact very much awake with pounds of sugar pulsing through his veins, but Riku was more or less devising a plan that would make sure he never got up again. Kairi tiptoed to the now free side of the couch and Riku twitched.
"Goodnight, Riku." Throughout his silent thoughts of torture, he hadn't noticed that Kairi's awakening had been due to her opt for a more comfortable sleeping place; she decided not to go back to her seat on the floor, but tugged his blanket half over herself and placed her pillow against the armrest opposite of Riku. He barely felt their toes brushing against each other and turned another light shade of pink, though he couldn't rip the blanket over his head this time.
So maybe he wouldn't get that chance again.
But most likely, he wouldn't get this one either.
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a u t h o r s . note ;;
Disregard the fact that I was most likely on crack while writing this.
Yeah. You should all get stickers or something for actually making me want to continue writing this stuff. And ohemgee, I've been updating every two days. That's a record for me, okay? D:
Thank yoooou Constance and Ninja and Tishannia and the Random Idiot and… anyone else that has been reading. Your constant reviews make me happy and want to torture Riku more. Squee ♥
(Yeah, I seriously need to figure out more Kairi-centric oneshots / drabbles / whatever. But uhm. Riku is more fun to inflict pain to?)
And a bajillion more thank yous to Constance, since she told me what to have Sora say about waffles. So don't blame me if your waffles have more squares or something.
Mine do.
Oh. And she gave me an idea of what my next or otherwise future drabble will be about (because she can't read). Be afraid, Riku.