Okay, Chapter two… let's hurry, I want to start other things, and finish other things.
Stay tuned for my next story, "Too Cute," and if I don't publish that, I'll probably post another chapter of "The Rukongai," and if not that, then another chapter of "A Glass Heart," or maybe A Meri Puri fic I was thinking about… we'll see!
And I'm sorry that this is such a bad chapter… I'm kinda in a writers funk… T^T *cry*
On with it already!
An Ugly Color
Kairi jumped into her rowboat, the rain having picked up. She whimpered as the rain pelted down on her bare shoulders, recalling how she had discarded her hoodie this morning. Oh, how she regret leaving her jacket behind.
She glanced at her home, far away from the small island her boat was docked at. Doubts ran through her mind, would she make it? Would her boat stand the rain? But she would risk it. She had no choice.
...
"Sora!" Riku called, coat pulled tight around his muscular frame as he banged on Sora's front door with his fist. "Sora! It's me, Riku! We need to talk!" but no one came. He knew Sora had seen Kairi and him, he knew that Sora was mad. And most of all, he knew that Sora was jealous. It would have been funny had it not been for the rain pelting down on him.
Riku gave up knocking, fishing through his pockets and pulling out the spare key he had lifted from Sora's room the last time he had visited. For emergencies. Riku always took things from Sora, he would have taken Sora's clothes had it not been for the fact that Sora was sizes smaller than Riku.
Riku pushed the key into the lock, turning it to the left. A faint click sounded and Riku shoved the door open, wind whipping through the open door and blowing around empty bags of junk food and bottles of soda. Sora had always been messy, his clothes scattered everywhere. But despite that, he always knew where everything was, no matter what shit it was buried beneath.
He hustled in, glancing around the dark living space.
It was empty, a light shining from the stairs across the room. "Fuck…!" he slammed the door shut, racing towards the stairs, reaching Sora's room in a matter of seconds. "Sora, we need to talk."
Sora's door was open, he was sitting on his bed, leaning against the window pain. He glared fiercely at Riku, lightning flashing, painting the room an lavender, thunder booming moments after. "Leave," he breathed. He was obviously angry, his eyes not their usual sea blue, but a stormy midnight color.
"Have you seen Kairi?" Riku tried, "I can't find her anywhere." he was a bit more than worried.
A rumble sounded deep in Sora's chest, "You should know," he growled, eyes narrowing. "How could you not? I mean, after holding her so tightly yesterday, you should at least know where she is."
Riku stared, jaw locking as he marched closer until he was standing at the edge of his idiotic friend's bed. He reached out, landing a swift punch across his friend's face, and unpleasant crack following. Like lightning and thunder, swift first, the sound following moments later. Riku was usually so calm, so composed, but right now he was desperate, he wouldn't have Sora's jealousy. Not now.
Sora froze, blood trickling down his chin.
"She's gone, damn it! She's out there in this fucking storm, alone, and you're worried about a fucking hug! You know what? She was asking me for advice! About you and your worthless ass! So why don't you forget this shit and help me look for her!" Riku had grabbed his idiot by his collar, holding him up.
"M-Me…?" Sora gasped, long fingers clawing at Riku's hands.
"Yeah…" Riku replied, anger dissipating, "you, you dumb ass," he released Sora, turning towards the door. "Coming?"
There was silence, for a moment there was only rain and lightning, Sora's voice finally breaking through the noise. "Yeah."
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Kairi rowed through the massive waves, regretting leaving the island. She cursed, glancing at the island. It seemed so far. Too far. She wouldn't make it. Sora…! she thought, oars ripping from her hands and into the ocean, boat rocking this way and that, Help me, Sora!
...
Sora stood on the docks, clothes clinging to his skin uncomfortably. But he didn't care. He was looking for Kairi.
His eyes roamed over the ocean, focusing on the islands far off in the distance, having been swallowed up by the clouds and the ocean.
Then he saw it.
A rowboat, small and brown and empty. Damn… he thought Damn it! Sora jumped into his boat, rowing over. Despite the storm, the panic… things seemed almost surreal. Like a dream, or maybe a nightmare. The rain muting all noise, cold rain body numbing.
"Kairi!" Sora called, as he reached the boat, as close to relieved as he could manage. "Kairi…" she was lying in her boat, unconscious and cold to the touch. Sore paddled them to the nearest shoreline, the Islands where Kairi had come from.
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Sora tied his boat to the docks, lifting Kairi up and holding her in his arms, tight against his chest. He glanced around, looking for a place, any place, to shelter the two of them. He raced to the first place he could think of, the Secret Place.
He ran over, ducking into the cave and setting Kairi down. She was freezing. She would never warm up with her clothes soaked through. He, too, was cold as hell was hot… what could he do?
He was in a panic, everything was going wrong. He shut down, blackness threatening to overtake his consciousness. His survival instincts kicked in, the rest of his mind closing off. He yanked off her clothes, first her shirt, then her bra, pulling off her shoes then socks, and finally her skirt. She was bare save her lacy red panties.
Sora yanked off his own shirt, holding her flush against his chest. He may have been concentrating on saving her, but somewhere, in the back of his mind, his thoughts were wondering.
His eyes drooped, he was suddenly so tired. All his energy leaving him. He laid down, pulling Kairi onto his chest to warm her. She was warming nicely. His last thought was more of a realization, She made me jealous... he thought, amused. How slow he could be! Maybe... his mind drifting to dirtier thoughts, maybe I'll have to punish her later... he grinned as he fell asleep, hand running bown her back and into her panties.
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Okay, this was rushed, and it was bad, but I'm in a hurry...
Alright! Dx grr! This is like... and exercise, to get out of my writer's funk. =.=
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