Caged Thoughts

Chapter Two: In the Mind of a Whimpering Idiot.

Pairing:Not telling. Just figure it out yourself!

Warning: This fanfic contains Shonen-ai; the rating is just for safety. I'm not sure if it's actually going to turn into R-rated material, yet.

Disclaimer:I don't own Kingdom Hearts, the Final Fantasy Series, Disney, Squaresoft/Square Enix or any of the characters/items/whatever else, that is involved with those companies/games.

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I do actually own a copy of Kingdom Hearts, I don't know if that counts. Not a burned copy; I mean, I bought it from a store… and… stop confusing me damn it!

Reviews:

Promise: Cute? AHHH! NO! I HATE CUTE! I don't have a soft side! Who told you that! Oh, wait, that's a compliment, right? And yep! It's a keepin' goin'.

Teizonriku: Thanks for the comment on my A/N. I just got the name Poke' from a few people I know, because of my E-mail Address. So... yep. And I think this is fluff... in this chapter, I mean. You'll have to be the judge of that, though. Also, sorry if I made the ending to the first chapter a bit unclear. Basically, what happened is: Sora tried to leap/attack Riku in a fit of rage, but he missed. Instead, he jumped right off of the dock they were on, and into the water. So, ta-da! He's now all wet and even angrier at Riku!

Gaiya-Khan: Thank you! I'm very happy that you like it! I'll write as fast as I can. Sadly, I'm on sort of a writer's block for the third chapter. I do have a few ideas in mind; I just have to string them together.

PLEEEASE. Read and Review?

Note:

This is my first fanfic. If it scars you horribly, because of the poor writing skills and grammar, I apologize in advance. If you sue me, the only thing you will gain from it will be some Manga, Video Games, and maybe some Pocky. But that's all I'm proud of owning. Unless you want my bed. o.o' It's a loft bed!

Thoughts: 'Blah.'

Speech/talking: "Blah."

"I hate you."

Riku sighed.

"So I've heard."

There was silence except for the occasional rustle of movement.

"When are you coming out of there?" Riku questioned. He tried to lift up an edge of the blanket beside him, but a limb belonging to the lump under the sheet quickly pulled it down.

Said 'lump' answered with the muffled reply of, "When I stop hating you."

Riku rolled his eyes. He was surprised they hadn't fallen out of his head up until then.

"And when will that be? Hopefully before one of us dies." The lump still didn't move. "C'mon, Sora, you're going to freeze if you don't change out of that clothing," he worriedly said.

The lump, newly discovered to be Sora, pulled the sheet down over its head.

Sora was lying on his back with his knees pulled to him, his head resting on one of the arms of the couch both boys were sitting - or laying - on. He knitted his eyebrows together with a frown upon his face, aimed towards Riku.

"This is all your fault!" Sora pointed a finger accusingly at the one sitting in front of his blanket-wrapped toes.

Riku placed both of his hands against his chest with splayed fingers, a surprised look on his face; trying to fain innocence. He then pointed a finger at Sora.

"Me? You jumped at me!" countered Riku.

The head of auburn hair disappeared underneath the blanket again.

"Fine," Sora snapped, defeated. "I won't hate you anymore if you get me something dry to wear."

The older one stood up, smirking.

"Oh, yes, Milord. I will return shortly with your order. Do not fret."

Sora pulled the blanket down just in time to see Riku over-dramatically bow. He offered a quiet 'thanks' and pulled the flannel cover more tightly around himself.

Riku walked swiftly towards his room, mumbling, "I don't know what I would've done if I stayed in there any longer with him…" He swore under his breath while digging through one of the many drawers in front of him.

'Hmmm… what would look good on him?'

Although both of them had, somewhat, grown, Sora had always stayed the shorter one.

'I guess that's what suits him best. He's always so… childish.'

"RIKU!"

Said person bumped his head against the dresser he was digging through in surprise.

"WHAAAT?" he called down the hallway. "Ow." He rubbed at where the accident had occurred. "What is it!" he yelled, frustrated.

"Well, uh…" Sora stumbled over his words, "I was wondering if you're done yet? I'm cold, and-"

"Sora?"

"…Yes?"

"Do you see me walking down the hallway?"

"Um… no?"

"Do you hear me walking down the hallway?"

"No…"

"Think, Sora, if I was done, would I still be where I am?"

"…"

"Don't think too hard, we don't want you to malfunction."

"Shut-up."

Riku paused.

"Then stop aggravating me when I'm trying to do something for you."

In the other room, Sora sunk deeper into the couch and waited with a scowl gracing his lips.

"Why don't you take off your clothing while I look for something?" Riku's voice floated down the hallway.

Sora snickered, "Am I that appealing to you? I knew I was good looking, but… Heh."

There was nothing after that comment.

"Riku, you Okay?"

Riku, in his room where Sora couldn't see, was staring down into a drawer of boxers. His eyes were glazed over with what looked like… was that, lust? He heard Sora ask something of him, but was so intent on concentrating on the thoughts that entered his head, that his conscience ignored the other boy. In reality, that is.

Long locks of hairs swayed back and forth as Riku shook his head to clear his mind.

"What was that, Sora?" he yelled after a few minutes of Sora's waiting.

"Oh, never mind."

Sora waved his hand in a dismissive manner to no one in particular as he picked himself up and walked towards the main floor's bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower, mind if I use some of your things?" he questioned.

"No, it's fine," his friend replied.

Riku had found a random pair of underwear (he wasn't sure if Sora really wanted to wear them though…) and an older pair of light blue silk pajama bottoms he had never really worn. They had been a gift from Selphie one year, he recalled. She had said they matched his 'Super shiny hair!'. How she thought his hair to be blue, he didn't know.

He finally found the matching top and slid shut each of the drawers that were open.

At around the same times, Sora was stepping into the shower after having peeled off the soaked clothing that had been clinging to his small form. He let out a relieved sigh when warm water pelted against his bare skin. His hand groped for the bottle of shampoo placed on the sink's counter on the other side of the shower curtain.

"I know I put it… ah!"

He brought back the slender object, having succeeded in his search. The soaked boy then quirked an eyebrow at the label on the bottle.

"Scented? I didn't know Riku was into this kind of stuff."

He stared at it for a few more minutes, but then shook his head in amusement. His hand squeezed the container, trying to obtain some of the soapy liquid. He failed.

"Uh… maybe…"

He unscrewed the whole cap, and found a seal on the nozzle.

"Oh."

Sora peeled off the plastic cover, dropped the garbage on the sink's counter, and twisted the cap back on.

After having scrubbed the shampoo into his cinnamon locks, he leaned his head back under the torrent of water.

"Mmm…"

The water cascaded down his chest, slithering down his legs in trails, swirling in an almost dance-like fashion with the soap around the drain. Shivering as the flow of water stopped when he turned one the shower's knobs, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his lithe form. Sora stood in front of the mirror above the sink, trying to use his fingers to comb through his hair. He didn't know why Riku accused him of being girly. He didn't spend that much time in the bathroom, did he?

'He's taking a long ti-'

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"You done yet, Sora?" Riku spoke through the door.

"Oh, um, wait a sec," Sora replied.

He held the towel that was wrapped around his waist with one hand, the other reaching to open the door.

Riku waited patiently on the other side, holding the clothing he had chosen out for his friend. It wasn't until after the door clicked open, that his eyes nearly popped out. It was a good thing they were attached to the inside of his head.

"Thanks!" Sora chirped.

He dropped the pajamas down on the floor that Riku handed to him, and bent over to pick up his sea-drenched clothing a couple of feet away.

Riku gaped as the curve of Sora's waist slipped into view when the towel around it fell down a few inches. Still damp from his shower, the towel clung to Sora's behind; covered, but still in clear view.

Sora turned to his friend and put a hand back to his towel.

"Riku! Are you ok?" Sora worriedly asked.

Taking a few steps and leaning forward, he inspected Riku's face.

"Um…" Riku's head jerked and his eyes blinked. "Yeah, why?"

"Well," the towel-clad brunette grabbed some toilet paper from the roll near him, and continued, "for one thing, your nose is bleeding."

Sora was so intent on helping his friend, that he didn't notice the crimson staining Riku's face. At least, that's what Riku hoped. And, God, he was hoping really hard.

Riku licked his lips. They had gone completely dry at the first encounter of the sight before him.

"It must be the dry weather. It's been so hot out lately. Except this morning, of course. That water was freezing! Here, just keep holding this, and don't lean your head back. If you've heard people say it helps, believe me, it doesn't. It made me feel… blech." He winced and stuck his tongue out, after having rambled for some time.

Riku licked his lips again, but did as Sora told him to - holding the toilet paper to his face.

"Um, well, I need to get dressed now, so-"

"Go ahead."

Sora looked at him awkwardly, and Riku immediately regretted what he had said.

'Oh, God, let's hope he didn't catch on to what I was really implying.'

Riku tried to cover up the mistake by finishing his statement: "I'll leave you to your privacy."

Closing the door, he traveled down the hall to one of the bigger rooms in his house. It was the same room that they had been in earlier, where Sora had taken refuge under his blanket. Riku plunked down onto the couch.

"TV it is, then."

A few minutes later, Sora walked in and sat down on the couch beside Riku.

Turning his head to his friend, Riku chuckled.

"What?" whined Sora.

He looked over at Riku who was then clicking the remote every so often, trying to find something decent to watch.

"Oh, it's nothing, just…" he stole a glance at the brunette out of the corner of his eyes, "sorry I couldn't find anything smaller. But, it's not my fault you're so short."

Sora's face scrunched up in what he was trying to make look like anger. It was hard for him, though. The 24-7 ray of smiles was used to portraying happiness.

"Eh, it's ok," he smiled and said, "they're comfy."

The remote clicked on until a sneeze broke the semi-silence.

"This side of the couch isn't dry." Sora rubbed at his nose and shivered. "Sorry I got it wet."

He kept on shivering.

"Don't worry about it." Riku looked over at his friend for what seemed like the thousandth time. "Here, come over here," he said.

Sora gained a confused expression, and wrapped his arms around himself.

"What?" he questioned.

Riku grabbed the rim of Sora's pajama bottoms with one hand; the other grabbed the upper sleeve of his top. Considering how light he was, he easily pulled Sora over.

Sora shook his head as he was pulled next to Riku and said, "Nonono. I'm ok! It's just a bit damp, and-" again he sneezed, "I'll be fi-"

It seemed like Sora had been interrupted more times within a few hours than he had ever before been in his entire life. First a cookie, then someone cutting him off verbally, and now it seemed that that same someone was placing him in their lap.

"Rikuuu, I said I'm fi…" he whined, but trailed off. "Hm, never mind."

Sora turned so his side was leaning against Riku, and he snuggled into the firm chest beside him.

"See? Don't I always have the best ideas?" Riku boasted.

The silver-haired teenager wrapped his arms around the shivering boy in his lap.

"I hope you're not getting sick," he spoke a bit more quietly.

Riku moved his hand up to Sora's forehead to check his temperature, pushing away the stray hair in front of his face. Up, down, up, down; his thumb stroked Sora's forehead in a soothing motion, trying to calm him. The body within his arms gradually stopped shaking and relaxed in his grasp.

Sora sniffed, "Idiot… why d'you have to be so warm…"

A smile quickly formed itself upon Riku's lips and he stopped moving his thumb. Instead, he dragged his fingers down the contours of the brunette's spine, massaging his back.

'Wait a second, did he just…'

His fingers repeated the motion they had moved in before, gaining a soft sound for their efforts. A… mewl?

Riku's facial expression could have been compared to something along the lines of 'Awww, that's adorable!', but he would never admit to that. And we know you wouldn't tell anyone, because if you did… well, let's just hope you have your will made out.

Sora's breathing turned into a soft melodic hum of even in and outs, and Riku leaned his cheek against his slumbering friend's head.

His last thoughts before slipping into unconsciousness, were:

'His hair… smells like…

Strawberries?'

TBC (To Be Continued!)