"Xeahnort, this was completely unforeseen." Saïx told the original old master lounging a few feet higher than him, "Who knows what that rascal-"
"We shall proceed as planned." Xehanort cut him off, "Let ourselves have some fun. It may turn out for the better..." he grinned, "He could end up corrupting what is possibly the most important light they have."
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Sora sighed in frustration again, and kicked some sand. He wasn't going to go tell his parents about this (that'd be putting them even further in danger), and there was no way to let Kairi and Riku know. Not to mention the link between him and Roxas was too vague to use as an effective means of communication. He was straining his head to try and find a way out of the corner he was in-
"Sora?"
Sora sighed, "What, Xehanort?" He instantly felt a pang of regret and began rubbing his temples. His nerves were starting to really get to him now.
Sora felt Xehanort wrap his arms around him again, "I think you should stop all this needless worrying." Sora sighed and leaned back into Xehanort's embrace, still thinking. He didn't think it was needless. He was trying to balance out and find a way to keep everyone he loved safe. He closed his eyes as Xehanort swayed in time with the winds, trying to find a fleeting glimpse of serenity or solace.
After a moment an idea came to him, and he backed away from the embrace to begin ripping off his belts. Xehanort lifted his eyebrow, possibly his best means of expressing his confusion, "Sora?"
Sora threw his belts out to sea, the yellow straps drifting to parts unknown. Then he grabbed the strips on his gloves, his packs, his shoes, maddeningly ripping off every little "X" he could find and tossing them out to sea. When his clothes were torn and frayed, and when the desire left him, Sora collapsed on the beach. Xehanort sat next to him, and both watched the strips of cloth floating away on the waves.
Xehanort was about to ask about what Sora did before he snapped, "So they can't find us. No 'X', no idea where I am."
Xehanort kissed Sora's head, "That was quite smart of you, my little sky."
Sora shook his head, "You say that like I'm not."
Xehanort leaned over and hugged him, "Well, it's a different intelligence than you normally display."
And soon after that they migrated around the islands, settling in all sorts of places and holding each other and kissing and enjoying each other's company in an attempt to shake off the gloom and thought of what was at their backs. Sometimes Xehanort made a move to signal he wanted to go a little farther, but Sora always cut it off when he got uncomfortable, and he was surprised that Xehanort respected that wish.
Sora was now lazily caught up in Xehanort's tender hug as they laid on the paopu tree. Well, not just a paopu tree. His special one that held some of his fondest memories. Still, his fingers tapped at the bark with the edges of worry that was beating against his foggy thoughts. Sora's jacket was off, and he wondered how Xehanort could keep that cloak of his on in the heat of the sun. He gave his companion a playful peck. Xehanort responded with a deep kiss.
When Sora pulled away he snuggled into the crook of Xehanort's neck and mumbled, "How can you stand the heat?"
"I have my ways." Xehanort smirked, indulging in Sora's annoyed glare. It was clear he wanted answers.
Sora slid off, but hesitated in fully leaving and leaned on the tree, "Fine then. No cuddles for you."
Xehanort slid over to him and draped his arms around his shoulder, "Well you didn't say I couldn't hug you." He then laid a few lavish smooches on Sora's cheek, causing the boy to laugh, "And you didn't say I couldn't kiss you."
Sora smiled. He liked the cool air and lack of heat when he backed off, but Xehanort had a surprisingly reassuring hug. He didn't quite mind the heat much. In fact, the heat was starting to drive him to some crazy thoughts... He turned around and enacted another kiss, pinning Xehanort to the tree behind him.
Sora didn't know exactly how, but he ended up in a hammock in the little shack he hung around in when he was younger with Xehanort right on top of him. It was a heated and almost drug-like experience for him; the chills, the feelings, the sounds and sensations. It was an alien experience that he wanted more of each time they took another dive deeper into it. The idea of a Keyblade War on the horizon quickly vanished as Sora felt himself drifting away.
And maybe he preferred it that way.
annndd we train the focus back onto stupid boyfriends with something short and sweet