Naminé's front door had to be one of the nicest Kairi had ever seen.
It was a deep brown-y sort of colour, and it had several triangular stained glass panels running across it. It was certainly ordinary enough, but the grandness of it seemed out-of-place on the modest home in the decent enough suburb.
The house itself was nice enough, but had the unmistakable air of being unloved. The front yard sported nothing more than a patch of brown grass, and a small bunch of flowers in the center. The walls were covered in dirt and grime, but the yellow paint disguised most of it. One of the windows on the second floor had been replaced with a plank of wood. It just had a broken, run-down feel about the place.
Still, Naminé lived here sometimes, so it seemed to Kairi fancier than a five star hotel.
She rapped her knuckles against the wood sharply, after searching unsuccessfully for a doorbell. After several long seconds, an unshaven man in his early forties answered the door.
His clothes were nothing out of the ordinary – a polo shirt and jeans. His fair blonde hair was combed messily to one side, revealing chocolate brown eyes set into a long, pale face. He was actually kind of good-looking.
"Are you Kairi?" He asked, his voice throaty and strained, like he'd just swallowed sandpaper.
Kairi nodded.
"I'm Naminé's father – You can call me Frank." He smiled, gesturing Kairi to come in.
"Thank you, uh, Frank." She smiled up at him. He really seemed like a nice guy. Glancing around, she found herself in a medium-sized room. Portraits lined the walls – some painted pictures, others photographs. A medium-sized table sat in the middle of the room, with chairs all around. It was set for three people.
"You can put your things in Naminé's room, if you'd like." He motioned her to follow him, and he made his way through a doorway Kairi hadn't spotted before. The next room sported a couple of reclining chairs, a couch, small TV and coffee table. It was obviously the living room.
"Nammy, your guest is here!" He called up a darkened flight of stairs. A light flickered on and Kairi heard a faint voice in response, as a slender pair of legs appeared at the top.
"Hey, Kairi! Come on up!" Naminé called, disappearing again. Frank smiled at her and left the room. Slowly, uncertainly, Kairi made her way up the stairs. Finding herself in a long, dark corridor, she followed the only source of light, which was coming from a slightly ajar door at the end of the hall.
The first thing that hit Kairi was the smell. The strong scent of nail polish and nail polish remover assaulter her nose, almost making her eyes water. However, she sucked it up and looked about.
Naminé's bedroom was quite spacious – a double bed sat in one corner, covers printed with rainbow butterflies. A small TV stood opposite, a pink PlayStation lying underneath with a tangle of cords. Across the room was a desk the held a lamp, a couple of books and a large, darkened fish tank. Next to it was a small bookshelf, crammed to bursting point with books of all sized and colours. On the floor was a large blue rug.
And on the blue rug, next to a pile of DVDs, some tissues and a bottle of nail polish remover, sat Naminé.
"Heh, sorry about the smell. I'm kind of used to it so I don't notice how bad it gets when I'm doing my nails." She smiled apologetically as her now clean fingers tapped against her kneecap. Kairi almost had to gasp – they were a lot longer than she'd previously thought.
"That's fine. I bet it keeps your dad out, huh?" Kairi smiled, dumping her bag in the corner and throwing her pillow onto the floor next to it.
Naminé laughed and nodded as she stood up, tossed the used tissues into a wastepaper basket and placed the nail polish remover onto the desk. Picking up the top DVD from the pile of DVD cases, she it up for Kairi to inspect. A closer look revealed it to be Pocahontas.
"Ready for some serious movie watching?" She smiled as Kairi stationed herself on the floor. "Oh, we can sit on the bed. That floor isn't very comfortable, and it probably reeks right now." Naminé wrinkled her nose as Kairi shrugged.
"I didn't want to intrude." She muttered as she tossed her pillow carelessly onto the bed. As she lowered herself onto her stomach to watch, the rainbow butterflies of the quilt almost swallowed her. Kairi felt sleepy immediately.
"Don't be silly; you're my guest." Naminé said sternly over her shoulder as she fiddled with the PlayStation.
"That thing plays DVDs?" Kairi asked absently once Naminé had made her way back to the bed, controller in hand.
"It does, and it's quite handy." Naminé smiled across at Kairi, as she lay down on her stomach next to her. They was a big gap between them, but Kairi could feel Naminé's elbow against hers. "I like to play video games some times."
Kairi had only played a PlayStation a couple of times in her life, and it was only fun because she'd been playing against Riku and Sora in a racing game, and the two were doing a running commentary that had her in stitches. Playing by yourself seemed boring and antisocial to Kairi.
Before she could reminisce any further, the movie started. Kairi liked to follow the plot, and she knew from experience that the first scenes usually held vital information about the characters and the storyline, and to miss it would cause you to be completely lost later on. So she paid her undivided attention to the TV.
She barely noticed when Naminé left the room, halfway through the movie and came back with a steaming bowl of buttered popcorn.
"Huh?" Kairi turned to look at her dumbly. On screen, Pocahontas was getting angry at John Smith for calling her kind savages.
"Kairi," Naminé giggled. "Want some popcorn?"
"Oh, sure," Kairi grabbed a handful and turned back to the screen. "I'm really getting into this." She admitted sheepishly. Naminé shrugged, and they watched the rest of the movie in silence, apart from the odd crunches of popcorn.
"Wow, that ending was extremely random." Kairi stated, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of popcorn once John Smith had been carted off. Naminé shrugged. This had been her favorite movie since she was five – she'd never stopped to think about the reason behind the ending.
"Hmm, we should get changed into our PJs." Naminé frowned when she saw the clock. Kairi nodded. "You can change here – I'll change in the bathroom." Naminé grabbed her pajamas and padded out of the room.
When she came back, five minutes later, Kairi just had to stare. She was wearing baggy, dark blue bottoms with light blue love hearts on them. Her shirt was a spaghetti-strap tank top of the same colour, with a big blue love heart splashed across her chest, the words "I wear cute PJs to bed because I don't know who I'll meet in my dreams" printed across it. Also, it was about three sizes too small, and barely covered her navel. Luckily, she wasn't the busty type, and the top kept her chest in place.
Naminé blushed lightly when she caught Kairi staring "All of my other pajamas are in the wash." She dragged her hand through her hair, smiling sheepishly.
Kairi herself was wearing an oversized black shirt and boxers with puppies on them. The shirt had been worn by her mother when she was pregnant with Kairi, and she liked to wear it because it reminded her of her mother. Kairi nodded. Naminé's explanation made sense.
But damn, she looked good.
"Well, did you bring the Shawshank Redemption?" Naminé poked Kairi, who reluctantly climbed out of her comfy little ditch in the bed covers and started rummaging through her bag. She tossed Naminé a blue packet of MnMs.
"How'd you know these were my favorite?" Naminé grinned, once she saw the crispy label.
"Those are your favorites? What a coincidence, there're mine too." Kairi grinned at her as she put the disk into the PlayStation. Naminé tore the packet open and began munching away happily. Soon Kairi was munching away as well, and the MnMs were all gone before the trailers had finished and the movie had even started.
On screen, a man and the lead characters wife started, well, 'getting freaky' against a door. Naminé looked at Kairi in disbelief.
"You brought porn?" She cried in a mock rage. Kairi pretended to be offended. "This had better be the only sex scene in the whole movie!"
Kairi tapped her chin, trying to remember if there were any more. "I'm pretty sure there's no more sex scenes, but one guy almost gets arse-raped about halfway through – hey!" She cried out in protest when Naminé whacked her over the head with her pillow.
"You yoai fangirl!" She cried, walloping Kairi again. Kairi grabbed the pillow from her and returned the assault.
"You love it too~" She sang. Naminé paused and nodded, laughing. She grabbed Kairi's pillow and they spent the next couple of minutes beating each other up with their pillows. Finally, sugar rush spent, they collapsed into a heap, their limbs a comfortable knot. It would probably take a few minutes to pull away even if they really tried. Finally silent, the TV rang out loudly.
"When do we eat?"
"You will eat when we say you eat. You will piss when we say you will piss, and you will shit when we say you shit! You got that, you slimy, dirt bag mother fucker?"
"Charming."
Kairi snorted. "This guy is a hoot. Every second word out of his mouth should be censored and wrapped in plastic."
"Put your trust in the Lord. Your arse belongs to me."
Naminé stared at the screen with her best 'deer in headlights' look.
"Oh God, now they're naked."
Kairi just laughed and allowed her head to rest comfortably in the crook of Naminé's neck. She smelled nice, and Kairi almost fell asleep. The Shawshank Redemption certainly wasn't a kiddy movie, but it was a good one regardless. It had been her grandmother's favorite, and Kairi had enjoyed watching it with her. When her grandmother passed away a year ago, nobody was surprised when the DVD was the first thing Kairi inherited.
"You comfortable there?" Naminé asked, but Kairi just grunted in response, and her breathing slowed down to the regularity of sleep. After a couple of minutes, Naminé tried to pull away from Kairi without waking her, but Kairi just grunted again and wrapped her arms around her tighter. Obviously, the afternoon's shopping spree had worn her out thoroughly.
Naminé shrugged. They were both comfortable, and she could still see the TV, so she settled down to watch the rest of the movie. However, her eyes had other ideas, and began to droop dangerously. Before she had to witness the main character fighting off a homosexual rapist, her brain shut down and she was asleep.
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Frank loved his daughter, he really did.
So when his ex-wife had asked for custody of Naminé twelve years before, Frank just had to agree. He'd seen families torn completely apart from custody battles, and he didn't want his ruined any more than it was. At least he'd get to see his daughter every second weekend, right?
After a couple of years, Frank moved to Destiny Island for work. His weekend visits were cut to monthly trips. And as the years flew by, Naminé began high school and became too busy for these trips, what with her social life and her studies. So, they'd both adapted to the school holiday visits, and the odd day trip if they missed each other too much and frequent phone calls.
Because of these infrequent visits, there was a lot about Naminé Frank didn't know. He didn't know much about her friends, he didn't know what she liked to do with her spare time at home, and he certainly didn't know where she stood on the whole 'boyfriend' scene.
He hadn't entertained the thought, really. Sure, Naminé was his only offspring, and as a result he was protective of her, but he felt confident enough she'd tell him if she got a boyfriend. It wasn't like he'd gun the boy down or anything; he just wanted to be more involved in his daughter's life.
However, when he gently peeked into her room at 7AM the next morning, to make sure if everything was alright, what he saw left him… a little dumbfounded, to be honest.
Naminé and Kairi were lying on top of the covers in a tangled heap one could only label as cuddling. Their limbs were wrapped around ach other, almost tenderly, and Frank couldn't ever recall Naminé looking that peaceful in sleep before. The girls were fully clothed, but Kairi's oversized shirt had worked its way up throughout the night, revealing slim hips. Thankfully, Naminé's arm was covering everything the shirt had neglected. Just. While it saved Frank from embarrassment, it certainly made him wonder.
Quietly, he closed the door and walked away.
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Kairi was the first to wake that morning.
As her senses slowly drifted from slumber, she became dimly aware of someone holding her close, but she didn't really care. She had no idea where she was, what time it was, or even who she was. Nothing really mattered. Contented in her little bubble of dark warmth, Kairi let out a sigh, feeling her body tense for a moment.
Wait, her arms were wrapped around someone. Were they supposed to do that?
Blearily, she opened one eye, only to see a golden thing obscuring her vision. Slowly, her curiosity roused her, and she lifted her head to see where she was.
Looking about, the first thing she remembered was that she was on Naminé's bed. The second thing she remembered was that she had fallen asleep in Naminé's arms, and they had obviously stayed that way throughout the night.
Glancing down at Naminé's face, she was struck by how beautiful the girl really was. Those big, clear eyes, the small, delicate nose and the slender, smiling lips… Kairi wondered why she hadn't really noticed any of it before. However, as Kairi became more conscious, she noticed that the big, clear eyes were screwed shut, and the slender lips were twisted into a difficult frown, like she was having a bad dream. For a split second, Kairi fought the almost overpowering urge to wake her and make sure Naminé wasn't having a bad dream. Her arms tightened around her, almost protectively. She would never let any bad dreams hurt Naminé.
The movement roused Naminé, and her big, blue eyes opened slowly, unfocussed. Groggily, her frown flipped into a gentle smile as she noticed Kairi staring at her.
"Mornin'." She yawned. Kairi quite suddenly became aware that her nose was barely an inch away from Naminé's, and hastily pulled away, a blush burning at her cheeks.
Naminé didn't seem to notice Kairi's sudden movement, instead staring at her face with an unreadable expression.
"W-what?" Kairi stammered, unable to tear her gaze away from Naminé's.
Naminé learned forward, as if to whisper something in Kairi's ear. Instead, their cheeks brushed against each other's as she pressed her face against Kairi's eagerly. "Your skin is really smooth, you know." She almost whispered in Kairi's ear. Kairi's heart beat rapidly increased with every breath.
"Yours is too." Kairi muttered, unsure what to feel about this sudden contact.
"I bet your lips are smooth as well." Naminé's voice was pitched into a smirk "I'm willing to bet…" Her voice trailed off as she pulled away from Kairi's ear, her lips tracing her jaw instead. Kairi was too stunned to move. Something in her head was urging her to pull away, to detangle herself from the other girl and run, far, far away, and to never look back. However, a stronger voice was ordering her to stay where she was, for reasons unspecified.
Head a blur of indecisive voices, Kairi remained where she was. She was still frozen up when Naminé's lips pushed against hers, almost hungrily. For one terrifying second, Kairi felt disgusted, but to horrified to move away. However, her instincts kicked in, and she began to return the kiss, just as eagerly as Naminé. All she could see, smell, feel, taste and hear was the other girl. Her stomach was doing back flips, her body felt like it was on fire, and her heart pounded harder than it ever had in her life.
Kairi was almost too shocked to realize that she was enjoying it.
Much too soon, Naminé began to gently pull away. Kairi reluctantly rested her head on the pillow, face barely inches away from Naminé's.
"I meant to do that last night, but you passed out." Naminé giggled giddily.
"I like you." Kairi stated simply, mind a whirl of colours and sounds. Nothing was focused, nothing was recognizable, and nothing mattered. Nothing, that is, except the girl lying beside her.
Naminé's lips tugged upwards into a beautiful smile. "I figured as much."
"Does this mean… we're y'know… girlfriends?" Kairi swallowed carefully at the last word. She wasn't a lesbian – she just felt strongly for Naminé. That didn't make her gay.
Naminé giggled again, sending Kairi's heart fluttering. "If you'd like us to be," Kairi smiled and nodded. Not too eagerly, she hoped.
Landing a short kiss on the end of Kairi's nose, Naminé pushed herself up onto one elbow "Now, if you'll stop being so adorable for a minute, I'm starving." However, their arms and legs were still intertwined, and Naminé rapidly glanced down at their bodies.
"Indecent exposure, Kairi." She grinned. Kairi looked down, confused, and once she saw exactly what she was flashing to Naminé, grabbed her shirt and ripped it down in horror. Naminé just laughed "Nothing I haven't seen before, don't worry."
Still, Kairi went tomato red. Damn, they hadn't been dating for a minute, and already Kairi had revealed a piece of her that she'd have rather kept private until the one year mark.
Before too long, the girls were untangled and heading down to breakfast. At the top of the stairs, Naminé paused and held her hand out to Kairi's. "I can't keep this from my dad." her only explanation. Kairi shrugged and grasped Naminé's hand warmly in hers, and they made their way down the stairs together, hearts beating nervously in union.
Frank was sitting at the table, munching on a bit of toast and reading the morning paper when the girls came in. He looked up at them briefly and paused, toast halfway to his mouth. Naminé nodded happily as Kairi smiled at him sheepishly. Slowly, almost suspiciously, he scanned Kairi up and down, almost as if he was looking for a bomb on her. Finally, after a long minute of nerve-wracking silence, he sighed and shook his head, smiling to nobody but himself. Naminé let out a squeak of delight as Kairi let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"You treat my girl right, you hear me?" He attempted to growl at Kairi, but failing miserably. It was hard to glower at this girl like she was some idiotic boy; Naminé had talked about her a lot and she seemed like a genuinely sweet girl.
Naminé rushed over and gave him a big hug, squealing her gratitude at his approval. Frank and Kairi couldn't help but laugh at her, each in their own adoring way. After a long moment, she rushed into the kitchen to make herself and her new girlfriend breakfast, singing and laughing as she did so.
Frank and Kairi watched her go, with almost the same expression on their faces. Kairi blushed as they turned to look at each other at the same time.
"So, how long has this been going on for?" Frank smiled at her kindly, sensing her embarrassment.
Kairi checked the clock on the wall. "About five minutes." Frank laughed.
"I'll make a note on the calendar, then."
Kairi's blush deepened.
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"I wonder where Kairi is." Sora muttered as he sat on the paopu tree.
Riku, who was sitting next to him, simply shrugged. "I think she was spending the night at Naminé's."
Sora nodded. He was happy that Kairi was making new friends, but he kind of missed her humorous yet sometimes cynical remarks.
Riku and Sora sat in silence for a while, eyes trained on the horizon. Time slowly trickled by as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky. The two often sat like this, silently yet contentedly. Several times, Riku considered challenging Sora to a sparring match, but remembered his broken leg and thought better of it. Just as often, Sora thought about migrating to the shore and wading about in the shallows, but he remembered his broken leg and also thought better of it.
"I'm bored." Sora complained after a while.
Riku shrugged "If you weren't handicapped we could spar or have a swim."
Sora glared across at the other boy "If you hadn't handicapped me, you mean."
Riku cringed. "I said I was sorry for that."
Sora shrugged "I know. Just don't get up at me for not being able to do much."
Riku sighed and nodded, and the two lapsed back into a comfortable silence. However, after a minute or so the silence was rudely shattered by a loud rumble from Sora's stomach. He quickly pushed a hand over it, as if to silence it, but it continued to growl in protest.
"Did you have breakfast?" Riku asked casually. Sora shook his head sheepishly. Riku rolled his eyes looked about for something to eat. Stupid Sora. Some fish swam about lazily in the shallows, but he could not be arsed catching one, building a small fire and cooking the thing. They just didn't hold enough meat for it to be worthwhile. Next, he eyed the surrounding trees, but they were all free of edible coconuts. The smaller island was too sunny to grow mushrooms, and Riku didn't want to have to hunt for any.
As a last resort, he looked past Sora and to the top of the tree. There was one paopu fruit hanging lazily from a smaller branch. Riku sighed. Of course.
"I'll go you halves in that paopu fruit, Sora."
Sora's gaze followed Riku's, and a small blush grew across his face. "Are there any coconuts?"
"No."
"Mushrooms?"
"Hardly worth the hassle."
"Um… fish?"
"I didn't bring my fishing line."
Sora sighed. He was hungry enough to eat the paopu fruit, but if he shared it with Riku and someone found out… He shuddered. He wouldn't mind being around Riku for the rest of his life and he certainly was hungry enough to do so, but still.
"Can't I just eat the whole thing?"
Riku's eyes narrowed. "I'm hungry too." The amount of fight Sora was putting up was starting to get to him a little. He hadn't made the paopu fruit their only option on purpose, but he wasn't about to deny it was a good option.
Sora sighed dramatically "If we're both that hungry, I suppose we have no choice."
Riku glared as he crawled to the tip of the tree, which was swaying dangerously under his weight. The ocean loomed under him, but he wasn't afraid of falling. It would just be annoying to have to climb his sorry arse back up onto the island, try again and drip-dry for the rest of the afternoon. Plus, he didn't want to look like a failure in front of Sora. Or anyone, for that matter.
Inching forward slowly, he reached out and carefully plucked the fruit from the tree. It came away easily, as if it wanted to be eaten. He bit into a corner of the star-shaped fruit, needing all four of his limbs to make it back to shore safely. The tangy, sharp taste of the fruit filled his mouth, causing his stomach to grumble angrily. Soon, he promised it.
Before long, Riku was climbing down from the tree and onto the stable earth. Instead of letting the fruit fall from his mouth, he tore a chunk away with his teeth as he offered it to Sora, chewing and swallowing it rapidly. The fruit was so sweet it almost made him wince. Sora bit ravenously into the opposite points of the star, almost ripping the whole spike from the rest of the fruit. As he chewed, he handed it back to Riku, who copied his actions.
The whole affair was very un-romantic. Their actions were quick and short, their gazes avoided each other's, and it would seem to a passer-by that the two were simply sharing a piece of fruit and were very, very hungry.
Finally, there was nothing left but the top point and the middle bit. Both boys were drooling over the point, as it was considerably larger than the middle bit. Plus, there was that big seed in the middle that was inedible. Sora watched hungrily as Riku brought the last point to his mouth. However, Riku sighed, paused and tossed it to Sora.
"You're injured. You need it more than I do." He grunted.
Sora tossed it back. "But you're the one who's gonna row the boat back."
Riku growled at Sora. If you insist. The point of the star quickly disappeared down his throat, and Sora flinched visibly. The remaining fruit was nothing more than a torn bit of mush, but Sora still snatched it and began to clear away everything that could be eaten. When that was done, he shoved the whole seed pod into his mouth to try and suck away the rest of the flavor. To his right, Riku was licking his fingers.
Finally, Riku had to admit that every trace of juice had been licked away, and the only reason his hands were sticky was from the saliva. A little grossed out, he wiped his hands on his pants. Sora admitted defeat a little while after, when he reluctantly spat the seed pod into his hand. He had seriously considered trying to eat it too, but thought better of it when he realized that it wouldn't go down easily, and it certainly wouldn't come out easily.
He didn't spare it a second glance, but fiddled with it in his fingers. It was a keepsake of some much-needed food, and he subconsciously did not want to forget it. He only looked at it again when Riku chuckled and pointed to it, several minutes later.
"Sora, look."
His fist opened to reveal a small, brown, heart-shaped seed pod.
Eyes widening, he began to examine it from every angle. "I thought seed pods were supposed to be round!" he exclaimed, almost as if he had been cheated of something. Riku just laughed.
"Didn't you hear the full story of the paopu fruit?" Sora shook his head – it had been Riku who had told him the story in the first place, and he hadn't given it enough thought to wonder if there was more to the story. "Well, the story goes that paopu fruits originally bloom with two seed pods, but as they mature the seed pods merge together to form one." His fingers gently took the seep from Sora's fingers and brought it closer to his face to have a better look "That's where they got the story about sharing the fruit causes your destinies to intertwine. But sometimes, nature mutates, and the pods don't merge properly, forming a love heart shaped seed." Riku shrugged "I never gave it much thought, but that's supposed to mean you've just shared a fruit with your, well… 'True love'." He gestured the quotation marks.
Sora just sat in a stunned silence. Slowly, his head swiveled to look at Riku, his face unreadable. Riku felt himself break into a cold sweat as Sora learned closer. For a split second their eyes met, and something flashed in Sora's azure eyes, and the other boy felt his breathing hitch.
"Riku, you are so gay."
Riku paused. Of all the responses he was expecting, that was certainly not one of them. And he had no idea how to react.
"I mean really. You could best Selphie with your cheesy stories about love and fruit an all the crap, and that is an achievement worthy of the Guinness Book of World Records." Sora rambled on, arms swinging dramatically. If he kept it up he would fall backwards off the tree.
"Sora…" Riku seethed, giving Sora his best if-looks-could-kill-you'd-have-a-negative-age glare. Sora just ignored him and continued, grinning happily.
"It's like you fell out of the gay tree, hit every gay branch on the way down, landed on a gay guy, did him, went to the local gay bar and got smashed on pre-mixed spirits!" His voice was getting louder and louder as he was laughing harder and harder.
"Sora!" Riku barked, giving Sora a light shove. It was only a light shove, but it knocked Sora's balance off, and the boy toppled from the back of the three, landed on the dirt with a heavy thud and lay very still. Before he knew what he was doing, Riku had clean scaled the tree and was kneeling next to Sora, shaking his shoulder and calling his name with a cracked voice. Worry bubbled in his stomach, pushing and anxious knot up his throat.
"Sora, are you okay? Can you hear me? Sora!" He practically begged the still boy.
Slowly, one of Sora's eyes slid open a crack and he glanced up at Riku, not really seeing him.
"… Your gayness can be seen from outer space." He smirked. Riku's face fell into a frown and he shoved the boy roughly, remaining in his kneeling position.
"Don't do that again – you scared the shit out of me!" He glared down at the other boy, who just giggled.
"Aww, poor Riku. Well, you probably shouldn't shove me off the tree again, because my head is really starting to hurt." He grunted, eyes falling shut again. Riku was honestly torn between punching him in the arm, telling him to suck it up and fussing over him, making sure he was okay.
Unable to decide, he did something he was not expecting to do. He didn't mean to, really, and he had no previous intention to do it. Maybe he slipped, or maybe he did it accidentally-on-purpose, who knows, but he suddenly found his lips pressed against Sora's.
"Should I give you guys some time alone?" A coy voice called out from several feet away. Riku looked over at the bridge to see a smirking Kairi standing there, arms folded. "Or I could, y'know, just stand here and watch. My parents recently found and destroyed my entire porn collection." Kairi examined the nails on her right hand casually, as Sora and Riku's faces went an identical shade of crimson.
"It's not what it looks like!" Riku spluttered, climbing to his feet.
Kairi just laughed "I'm happy for you guys, really, I am. I was practically about to start taking bets as to when you'd finally hook up with each other."
Sora glared at Riku, fuming "A little help, my dearest boyfriend?" Riku aimed a light kick at his ribs and stepped away. However, when Sora let out a small cry of pain, Riku wrenched the boy onto his feet so fast; all Kairi saw was a silver blur.
"So where have you been all day?" Sora questioned, once he was steady on his feet.
Kairi shrugged "With Naminé." She commented as she casually strolled between Sora and Riku to sit on the paopu tree.
Riku, cheeks still a little pink and pride still a little hurt, commented slyly "Making out, I assume…" as Kairi passed.
She just laughed once she had perched herself on the tree "I suppose you could say that."
If Sora and Riku's jaws weren't attached to their heads, they would be lying in the sand. Kairi's eyes flirted between the two, eyes becoming more and more narrowed.
"Oh, come on. I just walked in on you two kissing, and you act all surprised when you find out I keep those things to myself." Kairi's eyes rolled. However, she paused, mid-roll, and turned her head to look at something. "Guys, wasn't there a paopu fruit here yesterday?"
Sora began to search through his pockets, as if desperately looking for something, while Riku's eyes trained onto his shoes. Again, Kairi found herself looking back and forth between the two, amusement growing.
"Oh my God." She grinned "You didn't. No way."
Sora shrugged "We were hungry and it was the only piece of food nearby." pretending it wasn't a big deal. "But still, I'm happy you got together with Naminé. We could tell you liked each other."
It was Kairi's turn to feel dumbfounded "… Was I that obvious?"
"He only recognized the look you were giving her because it's the same look he's given me for years." Riku piped up, confidence back in place. He smirked over at Sora, who merely blushed and shrugged at the ground. Riku felt his ego inflate.
"But still, the timing's pretty cool. Hey!" Sora's hands clasped together in excitement "We can all go out together!"
"What, like a double-date?" Kairi suggested, feeling her eyebrows disappear into her hairline. Sora thought for a second and nodded happily. Riku and Kairi just stared at him with identical stunned expressions, however, and he soon felt himself cringe.
"… What?"
Riku simply smirked and wrapped an arm around Sora's shoulders.
"What was that about my gayness being visible from outer space?"
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Author's Notes: There is a lot more of this story. It's far from over, but I might just leave it here.
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