GAH, I WAS SO CLOSE TO UPDATING yesterday. Really sorry I missed! Parents kicked me off the computer while I was finishing this. But it's up now, so yeeeey~. And I'll be putting up today's too- no worries. ;D
It's kinda sloppy, but hope you enjoy this anyway!
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts not be mine, yo.
"That's all for today. After the tour's completion tomorrow, you all will officially begin your internships. Have a pleasant evening." Upon the doctor's concluding words, the packed lounge was abandoned in seconds, interns over-excitedly rushing towards their respective places. But who could blame them- it was a Saturday, and the night was still young.
A pair of newly acquainted men, however, strolled together at a relatively moderate pace while they chatted.
"Lawyer, yes; architect, yes; but psychiatrist? Where the hell did that come from all of a sudden?" Then Sora reached up for Riku's newly shortened and cropped mane, ruffling the top of his head. "And what led to this? WHY?"
Riku grinned at his spiky-haired friend, still slightly surprised at the big development in the other's growth; he didn't have to crane his neck and tilt his head to look up at Riku like before, and they were only a few inches away from being exactly at eve level. Not to mention he matured greatly as well- he didn't think Sora's smile could be any more captivating, but the cute demeanor he used to flaunt so well was faint in his actions now. Sora was much more handsome, more poised, disciplined. But despite his stretch to fresh heights (both in a physical and mental sense), Sora was still Sora, whom Riku still loved (different or not, no matter what).
"Well, I was inspired by someone I knew throughout grade school- poor guy's personality disorder to skittles was horrible-"
By habit, Sora flung a playful punch at Riku's shoulder and laughed. "You bastard!"
"Sheesh, we haven't even reunited for more than ten minutes and you're already ruining the touching atmosphere," Riku drawled out in a wounded tone, the dorky smile on his face contradicting his words. He lovingly ruffled Sora's hair before temporarily quickening the pep in his steps to steer clear of the other's evil wrath of flailing fists (although both he and Sora knew the latter always and still secretly enjoyed it).
Sora skipped up to Riku until he was directly behind him, a few footsteps behind the older one. "So why?"
Riku glanced over his shoulder at Sora, once again being caught off by Sora's height. "What?"
The younger pulled at some spikes on his head then jabbed a finger at Riku, disbelief still scribbled on his face.
"Oh, this," Riku blankly said, instinctively scratching the back of his neck- his entirely visible neck. Since they first met and throughout the years that followed, the only time Sora ever recalled seeing Riku's nape was when the older had his hair tied up. But now, still numerously layered, his hair framed his face and barely passed his hairline. Damn, Riku unintentionally showed off his sexy new hairstyle like a model working it on the runway.
"Come on- why'd you cut it? Not cool, man!" Not cool, but still deliciously hot.
"Why so flustered? Was my long hair really that fine?"
"Yes!" Sora blurted speedily, gaping at Riku in shock at his word vomit like a fish out of the water for a brief moment before slapping a hand over his mouth (despite the damage already being done). His eyes sheepishly smiled for him, cheeks reddening. Riku suppressed a smirk, but also bashfully faced front. Even though it wasn't any startling, the sureness in Sora's agreement made him blush.
"Axel's idea. I've gotten accustomed to it. But do you like it?" Riku shifted to his left slightly, and then slowed down his steps until Sora was right beside him so that they walked together. Sora grinned and nodded at him- even though he was still surprised at the striking change, Riku just looked even more attractive. The two continued catching up with each other as they proceeded towards the hospital's exit.
A cool breeze gently greeted them once they set foot out of the vast hospital, flitting through their hair and enticing them towards the night life that awaited them outside the medical premises. The city lights glowed brightly, and in the distance, people merrily bustled about. A faint sigh left Riku's chapped lips; he wished he had somewhere other than his cheap-ass apartment to go to.
They stopped right at the curb as Sora pushed his sleeve up to look at the Roman numeral watch on his wrist. "Phew. It's barely past seven thirty." Turning back to Riku, he faced him with his signature pout, the one that always made Riku flail (inwardly, of course). "I really want to hang out, but my cousin's sponsoring this important dinner party she's forced me to attend to."
"Hey, it's cool," Riku replied, smoothing his hair back. "We have plenty of time to spend together before us now."
"Yeah, true. Just settled down here?"
"Mmhm. I'm guessing it's the same for you?"
"Eh, if two months can be considered as pretty recent."
"Heh. Yes, but not as much as three weeks."
"You win." Sora laughed, nodding his head in agreement. "It's a good thing it hasn't been so long- it would've been messed up if we went on for years without knowing each other's presence."
"Just as true." The pair grinned at each other.
"Well, I should get going. See you tomorrow."
"Have fun at the party."
"I guarantee you I won't!"
Riku chuckled and waved Sora off as he went on his way. Then Riku's happiness met the floor with a crash. Why didn't Sora ask for his number, email- the address to his apartment even? After being apart for what seemed like ages with someone you grew up with, dated, and still loved, wasn't it natural to catch up? But, Riku mused in his mind, what if Sora didn't feel the same way as he did?
Even so, there was no damn way he was letting Sora go again.
Sora wasn't even halfway down the sidewalk when Riku's loud, annoyed growl lured his ears and attention back around. "Everything alright?'
"Y-yeah. Well, ah- My phone- there's something wrong with it," Riku hastily replied, slapping the back of his open flip phone against his palm. Sora quickly trampled over to Riku to help fix his phone issues.
"Let me see what I can do," Sora said, having officially approached the older male by his last few words. He snatched up Riku's phone and immediately began his investigation.
"Well, it's just that . . ."
"Yeah?" Sora began to play with the keypad, the loud tone they made with each press filling up (and ruining) what Riku had planned as his dramatic moment of silence. But it'd have to do- he was almost (if not absolutely) sure that he'd catch Sora's attention anyway. So, he finished with:
"Your number's not in it."
The brunette stopped in the midst of his camera testing, slowly turning his head towards Riku.
They stared at each other for what seemed like forever, until Sora slapped himself in the forehead.
"Oh my damn, you're as cheesy as ever!" Sora groaned, shoving the phone back into the older one's hands. Riku laughed, warmth swelling up in Sora at the sweet sound.
"But it's true, nonetheless," Riku said, wagging his phone at him. "It's been four years. You haven't really kept me updated."
"I have a myspace."
"Sora, I'm being serious."
"So am I. I'm an active user. You on the other hand"- Sora's lips quirked up in a twitchy smile -"that ridiculous picture of you in that 80's costume from four years ago is still your display pic."
"Hey, I've been online occasionally. And that picture is ridiculously sexy, okay?" Riku retorted jokingly. "Now give me your number."
Sora laughed, gesturing for Riku to turn his cell phone back over to him. "Okay, okay. Here." Riku watched the younger one as he punched his number in and saved it, face beaming like a child; his heart skipped a beat just seeing the other's silly smile. "Phone fixed."
"Heh. Thanks-"
"Wait, wait- I lied!" Sora dramatically interrupted, sounding like he just had an epiphany and furiously punching at the keypad. Riku blinked, a curious gleam in his eyes. "Hold onnnnnnnn . . . Ah. Okay, come here." Abruptly, the shorter one grabbed Riku by the collar of his shirt and stuck him to his side, then raised Riku's phone up in their lines of sight for a picture. "Ready?" he asked, unhooking his fingers from Riku's shirt and slinging his arm around his shoulders. The older one chuckled and looked forward with a smile. Then Sora counted off. "One . . . Two . . ."
And where "three" should've been, Sora turned his head and pressed his lips to Riku's. Despite being caught off guard, Riku's eyes instinctively fluttered closed and his arms wrapped around Sora's lean waist.
Even after the camera clicked to indicate the picture was taken, Sora and Riku remained in their lip-lock until they had to break away from each other to breathe. Riku stared off in a somewhat dreamy daze, his mind still in the procedure of grasping what had just ensued while Sora chirpily set the new picture as Riku's background, his other hand playing with Riku's hair.
When the picture was set, the brunette grinned at Riku and showed him the screen. "Look! Isn't your new wallpaper cute?" Riku smiled at him and put their foreheads together.
"So we're-"
"Yes."
"But Roxas-"
"Tidus, and we broke up months ago."
". . . Are you sure?"
"We've both screwed up. For four years."
"For four years," the older repeated softly. Then there was a pause. Shortly after, a content smile. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you more." Sora lightly pressed his lips onto Riku's in a shorter, nevertheless sweet, kiss and murmured, "I'd appreciate it if you fixed the technical difficulties by giving me a phone call later tonight- your number's not on mine, either."
"You're being cheesy now."
"Your fault."
And on Sora's last words the two parted their separate ways, both smiling dorkily with their heads in the clouds.
This one was pretty long. And surprising, maybe? Just felt like randomizing the setting for this one. Hope you enjoyed it!