Pre A/N: I found this on my computer and was oddly interested in finishing it. I guess I really just want to clear out any... incriminating files I might have, Oh well. I'm not sure how long it will take... But I've decided yes, I AM going to finish this story; reviews or no. Writing is a passion and though I truly love hearing other people's thoughts on my work, I realize now that should never have been my main reason to write. So beginning here, I'm telling you a story. I'd still love input, but I'm not letting that control my updating rate or plot. I've become oddly determined that I will finish this book even if I'm the only person who likes it. So, without any further adieu I bring you…
Winning in Third Place
Chapter 3
Ghostly sapphire light filtered through a half-opened Persian style window. The softest of winds came with it, ruffling baby-blue curtains as it entered a small square bedroom and washed over the lounging form of a teenage boy. Sora unconsciously leaned into the weak current, welcoming the cool it brought to his sweat-damp skin. It was another night in paradise; another blistering hot night of sticky tropical air saturated with humidity that stuck to the skin like glue. His ceiling fan was doing little more than churning up the heat, but Sora was so engrossed in his own thoughts that even the bead of sweat that had fallen from his chin and was currently following a lazy path towards his chest couldn't distract him.
Just ask a friend…
Someone you're comfortable with…
Sora burrowed further back into his pillow, arms tucked lazily behind his head as he dissected every possible meaning he could from those two sentences. What had he meant? The brunette continued to ask himself, Riku's voice bouncing though his skull as he replayed the entire scene through his mind.
That was another thing: what about the expression on Riku's face? Sora had never been looked at like that before, never been subjected to such an intense calculating stare. It made his stomach flutter just thinking about it, and every time he thought of it, it felt more as if Riku had been trying to look through him then at him. Sora shivered despite the fact that it was so hot he had removed his shirt an hour ago. "I want to know…" he said to his ceiling, voice drifting though the stagnate air and disappearing into the shadows of night. For the first time since he had stumbled into his room and flopped onto his bed, Sora shifted his position so that he was flat on his stomach and able to look out his window.
Riku's lights were on.
"What did you mean?" Sora whispered, as if some unknown force of nature would carry his voice across the lawn and into his neighbor's ears. Another soft burst of air gushed from his opened window and spilt over his face, causing his gravity-defiant locks to sway slightly before the breeze died and all was still again. "What did you mean?!" Sora hissed, louder this time but still minute. He cursed and rolled over, cradling his head between his forearms and rocking back and forth. He was never going to get to sleep like this.
He would lay awake all night, and then tomorrow he would see Riku and pretend nothing was wrong. Sora would bury this entire episode away within the compounds of his mind and never speak of it again.
It was a good plan.
It would work.
It's not enough! Sora stopped rocking and went limp, eyes staring blankly at his bedroom wall. I want to know…
And he would. With the single intention of finding out what the hell Riku had meant running through his brain, Sora rolled from his bed and awkwardly planted his feet on the ground. He groped the floor to find his loose fitting pajama top, and once his fingers wrapped around it he slid the smooth silk material over his shoulders without bothering to hook the buttons together. It wasn't until Sora had one leg hanging comically out his window that common sense caught up with him. What if Riku had been offering, what then? He couldn't kiss his best friend, even if it was just meaningless practice. That was just, well, wrong. It went against everything he had been taught his entire life, and…
Whatever other arguments he had died when Riku's lights shut off. Sora didn't have time to worry: once Riku laid down he fell asleep almost immediately. Nope, no time for worrying, he would have to save that for later. Instead, the brunette twisted the rest of his body out from his window and onto the lawn. The early morning dew dampened his feet and collected uncomfortably between his toes as he crept across the grass. A few steps later Sora was raising his fingers to tap on the glass.
A quiver in his stomach stopped them before they could touch the window.
Why had it suddenly felt like Riku wouldn't open it for him? Riku had always answered, and that night shouldn't have been any different. But Sora remained frozen, fingers hanging uneasily in mid-air. This is stupid, he scolded himself; Riku always lets me in.
"Always," he muttered, but instead of bringing his fingers down on the glass he shifted his weight and used it as leverage to wrench the window open. It popped up with surprising ease. Sora held it up and stepped inside, the second his feet touched Riku's carpet he turned around and closed it.
"Sora?" Riku questioned, sitting up from the comfort of his bed and resting on his elbows as he watched the silhouetted figure close his window. There was no real question about who it was, Riku knew that spiky head of hair anywhere, even if he couldn't see the childish face that accompanied it. Sora didn't turn around; he remained slightly hunched with his hands still on the windowsill. His body felt like lead, his limbs trembled and suddenly standing took all of his concentration. The younger boy clenched his fists in annoyance; it was pitiful that whatever resolve he had worked up had been shattered by a single word. "Sora…" Riku said again, lifting the comforter from his body and shifting to get out of the bed.
The rustle of sheets made every hair on Sora's body stand at attention and he froze. "Ngh," He groaned, tightening his fists until the pain of nails biting into flesh brought him back to reality. "What did you mean?" he uttered just loud enough to stop Riku from standing. When no reply came he asked the question again, louder.
"About what?" the older boy asked, settling back down onto his uncovered bed.
Sora spun around, moonlight from the window hit his back and cascaded around him in a way that it made him appear celestial. Whatever self-conscious laugh Riku had been about to make died in his throat as Sora's seemingly luminescent eyes traveled up to his face. "Earlier…" Sora took a hesitant step forward, eyes never leaving his friend's features. "When you said I should get a friend to teach me…" he tilted his head to the right, diverting his gaze from Riku's, "Someone I'm comfortable with. Were you…" Sora's stomach twisted, it took all of his will power to utter the next word. "Offering?"
Riku remained quiet, examining the silhouette that was his best friend. The air suddenly tasted thick, and breathing it choked him. This moment was way too intense for his liking, so Riku laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his skull. "C'mon now Sora, aren't you being a little too-"
"Were you?" Sora cut him off, whipping his face around to stare.
Riku gaped. The moonlight from his window wrapped Sora up completely and cast murky shadows over his face. Still, Sora's eyes pierced through the darkness and remained focused on him. "I…" he began, not sure what answer the younger male was looking for. Adrenalin pumped through his system, making his heart thump so wildly against his ribs that Riku was amazed Sora didn't seem to hear it. "This is stupid." He said, lacing anger through his voice to try and hide the anxiety. "You can't just let yourself in my room late at night only to ask such silly questions."
Instead of taking the bait and arguing back, Sora merely nodded and turned around towards the window. It had been silly to come here. He should have known better than to think Riku would answer such a personal question. He bent forward to slide the glass up again, but instead of gripping the windowpane his fists seized up and he stood frozen just like before. I don't want to leave… Suddenly Sora felt as if he was floating outside his body watching his lips move of their own accord.
"Teach me." It was a whisper, much too quiet for Riku to hear, but it still caught the older boy's attention. The platinum haired teen watched as his friend stood from opening the window and turned towards him in one graceful stride. Much to Sora's horror his body spoke louder this time, "Teach me."
Riku sputtered, sure his ears were malfunctioning. "Are you serious?" He questioned, unconsciously scooting back on his bed as Sora took a step forward.
"Yeah, why not? It's not like it means anything…" the brunette was amazed that his voice came out so smooth, instead of quivering like the rest of his body was. "It's just practice," he wished he was a sure as he sounded. Sora could sense his heart running a rampage through his chest; he literally felt his blood pumping through the millions of veins and capillaries that made up his entire existence.
This is the part where you laugh…
Please god, don't laugh.
Sora didn't think he could handle Riku cracking a joke about this or mocking him; he was already embarrassed as hell, and he didn't need salt added to the wound.
"Okay," Riku's voice penetrated Sora's panicking mind. Sora winced, the significance of the word not sinking in until a second later. His head shot up and he stared wide-eyed at his icy-haired friend.
"S-Seriously?" It was Sora's turn to be flabbergasted. The two switched roles almost instantly as Riku stood from his bed and Sora stumbled back towards the window.
"Haven't lost your nerve already, have you?" The older male questioned, raising an eyebrow and accompanying it was an arrogant smirk.
The brunette fumed, clenching his fists at his sides and hissing, "No!" before stomping across the room and stopping in front of his taller friend. Sora craned his head up, fixing a 'do-your-worst' glare at Riku. Riku simply smiled before raising a hand to his face and outlining his jaw, apparently lost in thought. The older teen let his hands move of their own accord, gliding forward and tracing his friend's ear before slopping down and rubbing Sora's lower lip. "It won't be exactly the same with Kairi since I'm taller than you, while you two are about the same height," he pointedly ignored the way Sora's eye were lulling shut, "But… Just try to do similar things as I'm about to."
Sora could practically feel his blood pressure rising. "First," continued Riku, "You guys have to get real close." He did just that, inching forward slowly until their chests were touching. The younger teen was suddenly reminded that his pajama top was undone as he felt the folds of Riku's shirt pressing firmly onto his chest and setting it on fire; he repressed a gasp. "Then," Riku said, his voice taking on a breathy tone, "Lean in slowly, making sure to hold the back of her neck or head softly." Again, he followed his own instructions as the thumb previously resting on Sora's lower lip made a deliciously slow line over the boy's jaw and to the base of his neck. Riku spread his fingers out, letting the appendages slowly work their way into the younger boy's scalp before massaging it lightly. That was enough to make Sora's tongue unconsciously dart out over his bottom lip. Riku leaned closer, still speaking, "The rest is pretty natural. Just be sure to tilt you're head so you don't bump noses and then…"
Their lips touched.
And like a chain reaction, every nerve in Sora's body went into overdrive. He could feel Riku's shag carpet between his toes, he could feel the air from the fan lulling slowly overhead, but he was most conscious of anything belonging to his elder friend that was touching him. Their chests, their lips, the hand held firmly at the base of his skull. Each brush of skin or fabric sent ripples of heat all through Sora's body, making him wither at the foreign sensation that started in his stomach and pumped through his veins like a drug. Then, as if he didn't already feel a thousand needles prickling his body, Riku began to move his lips. Sora's eyes snapped open, training on his friend's face and widening when he saw Riku's paper-thin milky lids had fallen shut and there was a slight crease between his brows.
"You have to move your lips back, or this is pointless," Riku mumbled against Sora's mouth, oblivious to the state of astonishment Sora was in. The younger teen nodded numbly before letting his eyes close and pushing his lips into his friend's softly. Immediately the hand behind his head tightened, gripping his hair in a way that managed to be both pleasing and painful at the same time. It certainly sent waves of heat down Sora's spine. Moments later Riku's other hand wound its way to the younger male's neck and pulled him closer; the distance between the two boys disappearing completely.
After a few moments Sora began to feel apprehensive. Since the first second their lips had touched – maybe even before that, Sora had been fighting the urge to wrap his arms around his friend. Currently said limbs were dangling limply at his sides, his hands balled into tight, white-knuckled fists to keep his traitorous body from moving on its own.
Riku had not told him to embrace him, therefore Sora would not. But god, the urge to do so! It was overwhelming, initiating a tingle that started in his fingers and soon enveloped his entire arm. Sora was almost tempted to stop the entire kiss just to ask if he could just give in, but (a) he didn't want to sound inexperienced – even if he was, and (b) there was no way he could say, "Can I touch you?" without laughing and ruining the entire mood. It was becoming quite a predicament; that is until it occurred to Sora that kissing was supposed to come naturally, according to his new teacher. Maybe the sensation, the literal need to touch his friend was supposed to happen. Maybe he was supposed to be touching Riku. The moment the thought occurred to him, Sora hesitantly let his arms inch up the older boy's back until both appendages were thoroughly tangled in the thin fabric stretching over Riku's shoulder blades. The said teen grunted lowly before pulling his pupil even closer, if possible.
The two boys were practically cemented together now. Sora's hands were wandering rather jerkily over Riku's back; the boy was extremely relieved to find that the choice to embrace his friend was not scorned, and the action actually seemed to be appreciated. The feeling lasted a whole second before it was replaced with annoyance as Riku finally decided to remove his lips from Sora's.
That wasn't to say he moved his face away. Oh no, barely a hair's width remained between their lips while their chests heaved into each other as if both boys had just finished running a marathon. Riku wet his lips and said breathily, "You probably won't just… be kissing lips. You can kiss… other things…" He lowered his head and pressed his lips down at the base of Sora's neck, sending vibrations against the skin as he spoke, "Her neck and shoulders are good places," The younger boy had to repress another gasp as Riku showered the juncture between his neck and shoulder with light open-mouthed kisses. Sora leaned his head to the side for easier access as the heat from before intensified, joining with the odd twist in his stomach before both sensations began to relocate themselves undeniably south.
The brunette's eyes flew open; that definitely wasn't supposed to happen. Especially when Riku was the one making it happen.
Sora's arms went limp, dropping from his friend's back and to his sides. He stood awkwardly like that for a moment before raising his limbs again and pressing his palms firmly into Riku's chest. He pushed away and stumbled back at the same time, somehow managing to make it to the window without turning around or tripping. Riku stood uncomfortably with one arm raised, one hanging limply at his side with his eyes wide and his mouth gaping slightly, not sure what to say. Sora didn't give him the chance. The young boy whirled towards the window and whipped it up. Over his shoulder he stuttered a quick "Thanks," before practically hurling himself out the small exit and high-tailing it back to the solace of his own home without even a glance over the shoulder.
"Ah…" Riku mumbled, mouth still gaping as he found himself suddenly alone. "That was… odd." He said to no one in particular, shaking his head lightly before finally having the sense to shuffle back to his bed and tuck himself into the soft linen sheets. As he lay there, he wondered if things between him and Sora would change. He honestly hadn't meant to get caught up or anything, the plan was to be quick and straight to the point… but Sora's lips were so soft, so warm and smooth and really just like a girl's lips.
Riku squashed that thought the second it was born, but a small jolt of electricity had already flown through his system and settled in his blood. Now getting to sleep would be almost impossible. The teen shifted onto his side and sighed, letting a boatload of frustration be expelled from his body as well. He was surprised when warm air was blown back at him; a humid tropical breeze that made his sheets stick to his skin uncomfortably was suddenly flowing through his room. Stupid Sora didn't close the window in his erratic attempt to put some distance between them.
At least that explained why it was so hot. For a second Riku had thought that maybe… Ah well; that didn't matter now anyways.
Sora managed to get across the lawn, through his window, and into his room all in just a few seconds. His breath came in short huffs as he pulled his window shut, whirled around, and leaned back with his arms stretching over the wall as if he himself had become a screen against whatever Riku had started. He stayed like that for a long time, lungs working at full capacity half because of exertion and half because of the kiss. Finally, after what felt like hours his mind and body began to ease, allowing the boy to slide down the wall until his legs were sprawled out over his floor while his arms continued to grope the wall for support. He dipped his head back, eyes at half-mast and mouth open just enough to allow deep breathing. Eventually Sora let his arms fall to his sides and his head lull down into his chest.
As he sat there in a boneless heap, he wondered how Riku was reacting.
It had been stupid to respond so sporadically now that he thought about it. Really, he was the one who asked Riku to teach him, not the other way around. It was just; Sora had only felt that indescribable heat pool in his groin a few times throughout his short life. Once when he was twelve and barely into puberty, and Riku had thought that introducing Sora to his first porno would be the best initiation into "guy-hood". The younger boy didn't even really understand sex (besides what he knew from health class) and was thoroughly confused as to what was going on until suddenly he was feeling queasy and his stomach was twisting up. He'd gone home and just sat there until the sensation went away, and he'd made sure never to watch porn again. Another time was around age thirteen when he first took notice of his infatuation with Kairi. The day after he had come to terms with the fact that he was defiantly feeling more than friendly compassion towards her she had invited both the boys to the beach. He hadn't expected her to strip down right in front of him, and as a result had had to run into the ocean at top speed to avoid a very awkward and embarrassing incident.
Riku still sometimes teased him about it.
There were a few other incidents; a dream about a girl from school he didn't know, the morning after Kairi's fourteenth birthday party when he had a quick flash of what they had done the night before. Those hadn't been as intense as the first two times, and the first two times very seriously rivaled the sensations that he had felt tonight… the sensations he was still feeling.
Sora sighed, wondering what was wrong with him. Eventually his body calmed itself enough for the boy to press his hands into the wall and use it as leverage to pull himself into a standing position. He chanced a quick glace out of his window and was surprised to find Riku's was open. The brunette shook his head lightly and pulled his baby blue curtains together, efficiently blocking out any crystalline moonlight that might wander into his room. Sora let the curtains hold his attention for a moment, they swayed slightly from the light current his overhead fan made and were quite mesmerizing. Once it occurred to him that he was staring at curtains the younger boy sighed again, more forcefully this time, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He ambled a few feet to the left and let his body drop into the mess of pillows and sheets that made up his bed like a pile of stones. He stayed that way, face smothered in cotton sheets and legs dangling onto the floor until finally a cramp in his neck forced him to shimmy the rest of the way onto the bed and roll over on his back.
Azure eyes trained themselves onto the ceiling, losing themselves in the pictures and patterns that were molded there in the plaster. Sora shook his head, lifting an arm and depositing it over his eyes. He eventually fell asleep in that position, breathing smoothly with his mouth slightly ajar and his head tilted to the side.
His last conscious thought before surrendering himself to the ever tempting blankness of rest was, I'm going to have to talk to Riku.
And then he was gone.
Sora stood alone on a beach. It was dark out, like nighttime had taken over the world and even the moon couldn't supply enough light to make anything visible. He could hear the waves crashing, could feel the sand beneath his feet and between his toes; he even tasted salt each time the wind would pick up. The young boy walked forward, moving towards the sound of the ocean on impulse.
"Sora-!" Someone called from his left.
"Sora!" Someone called from his right.
He continued moving forward, ignoring the voices as they reached out to him from the sand itself and grabbed onto his feet. "Hey Sora, check this out!" He heard on his left. The brunette instinctively turned in that direction, surprised to find that even though everything else around him was pitch black he could see a ten-year-old Riku waving around a seashell as clear as day. Sora tilted his head in confusion but moved closer, smiling at his friend. Suddenly he found himself smaller, younger, an eight-year-old again. He examined his small hands and wiggled his tiny toes before continuing towards Riku.
A hand grabbed him from behind. "Hey Sora! Don't you want to play with me instead?" Kairi was standing there, still fifteen and still beautiful, her smile was wide and her eyes were shining in the light from some unseen sun. "Yeah, Yeah – Let's go play!" She urged, pulling at his arm.
"I," he began, but was cut off when an undetected hand grabbed his other arm and began pulling.
"Let's eat ice-cream on the dock," Riku chimed, suddenly sixteen again. "I'll race you," He added, tugging harder.
Sora pulled his arms out of their reach easily and began running towards the ocean. For some reason he had to make it to the body of water. From behind he heard Kairi call out and Riku laughing, and then he was aware that they were chasing him. He ran faster, keeping himself only a step ahead of them. He could feel their hands grazing his back and their voices floating against the wind and into his ears.
"Stop running from us Sora," They said in unison.
And then he could see the water, shining so brightly it hurt his eyes. He didn't stop running though; a moment before his toes touched the white seawater two hands clamped firmly onto his back, but they were too late. Sora's foot touched the glowing water and everything around him exploded and reshaped itself into a different scene. He found himself wobbling on the edge of a dock before losing his balance and tumbling into the ocean. The water engulfed his head and dumped him into a movie theatre. He was sitting in a soaking wet red-cushioned chair next to Kairi. She smiled at him, and then their lips were pressed together. He didn't close his eyes; instead he watched the redhead's face as she moved her lips against his.
Someone yelled his name; Sora turned curiously to the large screen in front of him and was surprised to see a hooded figure holding a gun and pointing in right at him. The brunette didn't even have time to scream before a large bang filled his ears and he was flying backwards from the impact.
He flew right into Riku's wall and crumbled forward onto his friend's bed. The teen in question did not seem that surprised to see him, Riku simply lifted his eyes from his magazine and smiled, saying, "Oh, there you are." He stood and walked towards the bed while Sora twisted himself into a sitting position. The platinum haired teen raised an eyebrow; stopping only inches in front of the other male before lowering himself so they could see eye to eye. "You know," He began, voice holding absolutely no emotion, "I can teach you a lot more…"
Sora found himself being pushed into Riku's mattress. Slightly chapped lips were pressing themselves onto his mouth while calloused hands removed the already unbuttoned pajama top from the younger boy's body. It fell to the floor in a silken heap and suddenly Sora was kissing air while Riku was fervently showering his friend's abdomen with kisses. Again the younger boy did not close his eyes. He watched in interest as Riku dipped a soft pink tongue into his belly-button. He couldn't feel the sensation; it was as if Sora was floating outside of his body watching the entire scene. Riku mumbled something unintelligible against Sora's navel and just as a rough hand breached the elastic waistband of the younger boy's bottoms everything exploded into blinding white light.
Sora gave a cry and jerked up from the mess of his sheets. He held himself in a sitting position; eyes and mouth open wide as his chest heaved up and down with each frenzied breath he took. After a second of mind numbing shock he wrenched his hands out from under the covers and immediately groped his face and hair, shoulders, chest and arms until finally reaching his pants. He gripped the waistband and was relieved to find that it was indeed still in place.
After taking a few calming breaths Sora finally glanced around his bedroom and was quite surprised to find a hazy grey light had penetrated his curtains and lit up his room with an early morning glow. He quickly looked up at the clock above his door:
7:18 A.M.
Sora groaned, letting himself fall back into the pillows. He didn't understand how it was even possible to be awake this early, especially considering how exhausted he had been the night before. The boy closed his eyes with the full intention of surrendering his mind back to sweet unconsciousness when a slight chiming noise reached his ears accompanied with minor vibrations against his back. One azure eye opened as Sora dug a hand under his covers and groped around blindly until gripping the object currently wedging itself between him and rest. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen:
1 message received.
Sora rolled his eyes and opened it, wincing as the phone dinged obnoxiously and light from the previously dark monitor flooded his face. The boy blinked a few times before squinting at the tiny screen.
Sender: Riku
Time received: 7:02 A.M.
Body:
We need 2 talk. Meet me at the swings at noon.
An uneasy seed buried itself in Sora's stomach. He didn't want to talk about last night. He didn't even want to remember last night. Honestly, it was embarrassing enough that he shoved Riku away… but if he had to talk about why…
Sora cursed under his breath. Now that the memories were brought back to the surface there was no way he could get to sleep. He angrily threw his phone across the room and was satisfied to hear it crash into his wall; it didn't matter that if it broke he probably wouldn't get a new one for a while. The boy pulled himself into a sitting position and sighed; might as well get ready for another day in paradise.
Sora left his house at eleven thirty. The park was only a couple blocks away: merely ten minutes walking, if you were going slowly. Still, he had been restless all day. Waiting for noon to come rolling around so he could go embarrass himself was torture. It was like someone had taken all the clocks in his house and made them slower just for laughs. Sora really wasn't a patient person, so the moment the minute hand struck the half-hour he was out the door.
It was wet outside. The skies were overcast; dreary weather in the Destiny Islands was uncommon but not completely unseen. By the time Sora was walking the familiar route to the park it was already drizzling, so the brunette walked with his head angled down and his eyes trained on the pavement under his shoes. Eventually the seas of creamy cement gave way to lush green grass; Sora looked up to find himself at the entrance to the town park. He immediately veered to the left, opting to travel under the cover of the thick canopy of trees that loomed over the well beaten path he had walked many times as a child. After only a minute he found himself stumbling through light vegetation and into a small clearing within which was a swing set. Sora was surprised to see Riku already there; the older boy had seated himself on a swing and was idly pushing himself back and forth.
"You're early," his friend's familiar voice reached his ears.
"You too," Sora shot back, stuffing his hands into his pockets and shuffling closer to the swings. Neither of them spoke for a while, not really sure what to say or how to say it. Eventually the younger boy cleared his throat, "About last night… Um…" he was tempted to say, 'Sorry for flipping out on you and running away like that', but the words sounded silly even in his head.
"Yeah… that was… odd," Riku said, easily catching onto the uncomfortable note in his friend's voice. He continued to push himself, letting the constant movement of the swing distract him for a second.
Sora remained quiet too, watching his friend from off to the side. A moment of peace befell them before it was promptly broken by someone cursing lowly and shuffling around in the bushes. The brunette turned around just in time to see Kairi come tumbling out of the vegetation and into the clearing, still cursing and fumbling with her light pink dress. "They should really cut that stuff," She huffed while pulling a leaf out of her hair. The redhead looked up at the two boys in front of her and smiled, "Oh hey ,Riku, you're here too. That's good."
Riku was the first to stop gaping. "Kairi… what are you doing here??" He questioned, sending Sora an accusing glance.
"Oh," Kairi said, laughing and rubbing the back of her head. "I was actually planning on asking you guys if you wanted to go to the beach today, but you weren't home Riku and by the time I got to Sora's house he was already down the street. I guess it was a bad idea anyways seeing as it's probably going to rain soon, huh?" She stuck her palm out and caught a few raindrops for emphasis. Sora nodded dumbly, still in shock that had she come at any other time she might've heard about his and Riku's late night activities. "Anyways," Kairi continued, "I guess today isn't an option… but we can always go tomorrow, right?"
When neither boy immediately declined her offer the redhead smiled widely and said, "Good! It's set then. If the weather is better tomorrow we're all going to the beach." A low beep came from her wrist and caught the girl's attention. Kairi glanced at her watch and gasped, "Oh! It's already almost noon? I'm supposed to meet my mom for lunch." She was already half-way out the clearing when she stopped and turned around, "I think we should go around three, okay?" and then she disappeared into the weeds.
A moment of silence befell the two boys before Sora finally asked, "What just happened?"
"I'm not really sure…" Riku answered, he had stopped swinging and was simply staring after Kairi. A flash of lightning went through the sky, thunder booming at almost the exact same time. Almost immediately the light drizzle morphed into large drops of rain falling with surprising consistency. Riku cursed and hopped off the swing, he curled his arms over his head and shuffled under the nearest tree with Sora right behind him. The boys fell down into a boneless heap at the base of the large Oak and sat there, watching as the dirt quickly became mud in front of them. Sora looked up at Riku, the older teen's hair was sticking to his cheeks and sending drops of water down his neck while the younger boy's usually defiant locks had become soggy and were sagging down under the weight of the water. A second passed between them before Sora burst out laughing and Riku quickly joined him.
"Listen; let's just forget last night ever happened, okay?" Riku said, still chuckling. "Just don't forget what I taught you and you'll totally wow Kairi when you guys have your first sober kiss." Sora nodded; shoulders and abdomen still shaking consistently. The two sat there contently for a while before Riku finally stood and rolled his neck, "Well, now that we've got that cleared up I think I'll head home. I didn't get too much sleep last night." He set off from under the tree, but stopped right before he exited the protection of the leaves. He looked over his shoulder, eyes locking onto Sora's.
"By the way… my mom said you can stay with us."
Post A/N:
Let
me be the one who calls you baby
All the time
Surely you can
take some comfort
Knowing that you're mine
Just hold me tight,
lay by my side
and let me be the one who calls you
Baby all the
time
I found my place in the world
Could stare at your face
for the rest of
my days
Now I can breathe, turn my insides
out
and Smother me
Warm and alive I'm all over you
would you
smother me?
Let me be the one who never leaves
You all
alone
I hold my breath and lose the feeling
That I'm on my own
(leaves me all alone)
Hold me too tight stay by my side
and let
me be the one who calls you
Baby all the time(all the time)
Smother me – The Used: I played this song like, 15,000 times while writing this chapter. Needless to say my sister hates me for it:D I thoroughly suggest looking it up on YouTube. They have a Naruto/Gaara video for it that's very well done. It's what I was listening to!
(Now the real A/N):
This chapter was fun to write… well… parts of it were!! Like the kiss scene. FUFUFU. That was really fun to write. I really want to thank everyone for their reviews! They really helped me stay focused and not wander off to watch TV every time something got hard. Oh, and of course a special thanks to WolfDemonRika for going as far as to comment on my deviantART. I feel really guilty for not posting or responding. Everyone else was wonderful too and I especially enjoyed the anonymous comment I got: It made me laugh. :D Thank you all so much for reading and I really really really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Lol, the next chapter will be great fun, 'ne? I see half-naked boys in this stories future!!!
Anyways I won't beg for reviews but they really do help me stay focused! Again, thank you all.
'Till next time,
DCR.
