Drabbles Written between 11:30 and Midnight
A/N: So I think I kind of took a bit too much liberty with the challenge, seeing as I just extracted the word CAKE from my sister's phrases and went with that… oh well! I like the result! I hope you do too! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. I do not own the song Mac Arthur Park, covered by Donna Summer.
The challenge: The Winner Takes the Cake/Have Your Cake and Eat it Too
Drabble 6: Spring Cleaning
It was a bright summer day, and the house was filled with light and a gentle island breeze, rifling the curtains of the open windows. A soft voice could be heard, spreading music throughout the rooms as the young boy sang, sweeping in time with the rhythm of his melody. The brunette twirled through a cloud of dust, fully immersed in the dual tasks of singing and sweeping.
"Someone left the cake out," the boy belted a familiar '70s tune, "in the rain," he continued, thrusting the broom into a hard to reach corner.
"I don't think that I can take it," he proceeded to stand on a chair and dust the fan above, waggling his hips, " 'cause it took so long to bake it."
"And I'll never have that recipe again," a deeper voice joined that of the brunette's, accompanying him perfectly.
"Ah!" the boy on the table cried, startled, and jumped back a bit.
"Riku!" he exclaimed, waving his arms, "What are you – " He began to lose his balance and flailed his arms around.
"Agh!" the brunette fell backwards off the table, onto the floor with a large thump. "Umph!"
The silver-haired visitor began to laugh, doubled over by the hilarity of the situation.
"I didn't know you were into disco, Sora," Riku squeezed out between laughs.
"And I didn't know you were standing there," Sora complained, getting up off the floor and rubbing his head. "How long were you standing there, anyway? How did you even get in here?" Sora looked incredulous.
"The door was left unlocked, smart one," Riku managed to say after he regained his composure, although he could not prevent another small chuckle from slipping out. "Spring cleaning?" The boy quirked an eyebrow.
"Yes," Sora said defensively, frowning. "And I happen to like disco, ok?"
"Sheesh, alright." Riku ran a hand through his silver hair and laughed. "You don't have to get all aggressive."
"Whatever," Sora mumbled, obviously embarrassed.
"Need help?" Riku asked, looking around at the near-spotless room.
"No." Sora turned away and began sweeping again.
"Ok. I guess I'll leave then, since I'm obviously not wanted here." Riku gave a casual wave and turned to go.
Sora grabbed a duster off the coffee table and threw it at Riku's receding form, hitting him squarely in the back.
"Dust the TV and its stand," Sora commanded, pouting. "Then you can help me mop the kitchen."
Riku chuckled and began to diligently obey Sora's orders.
A few minutes passed with the two working in companionable silence. Then, the atmosphere shifted when Riku began to hum a familiar disco tune. Sora looked at him curiously.
"Someone left the cake out… in the rain," Riku began singing alone, encouraging Sora with a smile and a nod.
"I… don't…," Sora continued hesitantly, then laughed.
"I don't think that I can take it," the two began again together, cleaning all the while. " 'Cause it took so long to bake it," their voices rang louder throughout the house, and the seagulls outside listened in.
"And I'll never have that recipe again!"