Warnings: Just some Rikai fluff… Nothing to be afraid of. :) I really like these two together, though it makes me sad to leave Sora out. This is supposed to be kind of a contrast to the last one.
3. Strawberries
Riku was never particularly fond of strawberries, but Kairi enjoyed picking them, so sometimes he tagged along for good measure. The unspoken truth of his apathy toward the fruit lingered like the humid air that steeped over the islands in the summer heat, but both ignored his alluded motive.
She smiled, azure eyes shining in the midmorning sun as she kneeled down to pick a particularly ripe one. Kairi stood and rolled the strawberry between her thumb and index finger, offering it to Riku.
Sneering at the abomination, Riku gently pushed away her hand.
"What's the matter, Riku?" she teased, a smirk on her face as she bit off the tip of the fruit. "Don't you like strawberries?"
He narrowed his eyes, knowing exactly what Kairi's intentions were. She plopped the rest of the fruit in her mouth, smiling as she swallowed the last bit.
"No, not really…" he admitted.
Kairi put her hands on her hips. She had caught Riku, and they both knew it.
"Then why'd you come along?"
He couldn't help but laugh at her feigned sleuthing. "You know exactly why."
Riku reached an arm around Kairi's waist, pulling her close. The small bucket fell from her hands and rolled down the slight incline, its contents spilling onto the dirt path below. Neither noticed. Kairi placed a hand on the collar of his shirt, toying absentmindedly with the fabric as she inched closer, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
Kairi sighed as she pulled away, eyes meeting his once more. She frowned, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.
"I knew you didn't want to pick strawberries!"
