Neither of them ever argue that the best time to be on the play island is late afternoon throughout the evening. This is when they get the chance to be alone and be themselves; when everybody goes home to cook and eat dinner. This is when Riku and Sora escape.
They're on their paopu island, and Riku turns to Sora. Sora says, "I like it when we have this place to ourselves."
Riku smirks in return and asks Sora if he wants to spar. "Wooden swords, not Keyblades."
Sora grins and gets on his hands and knees and pulls the worn toys from under a bush next to the paopu tree. He doesn't need words to let Riku know the answer. Almost as soon as Riku gets his blade, Sora eagerly starts in on him with his own and the sound of wood clashing with wood echoes over the quiet island.
Their paopu island is noticeably smaller than they remember it, and Sora manages to force Riku toward the edge. Moments later Riku's foot slips and he looses his balance, tumbling into the tropical waters below. Sora stands above his spluttering friend, laughing heartily. That is, until Sora also slips and falls in.
As soon as Sora surfaces, Riku dunks him back under. Sora returns the favor and stumbles away; Riku chases after him. The deeper water slows them both, and by the time they are on the sand they're both out of breath.
Sora sits in the sand, hands behind him. Riku settles next to him, leaning on one hand with the other over a bent knee. They exchange jokes and casual talk, but as they look at each other in the growing pinks and oranges of the sunset they grow quiet. Neither is conscious of the other leaning closer. Only when they can feel the other's breath and see into the depths of nervous, smiling eyes do they realize how close they are. I've never done this before, they think simultaneously. But when their lips brush together, the world around them fades and all they know is a new passion.
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Inspired by an animated avatar I saw on LJ, and based completely on that. Sad, right? I like reviews.