#010 -- Sora/Riku
Notes: This is my response to every Kairi hater out there.
Title: Never Before
Fandom: KH -- Post Cannon
Prompt: 010 -- Heartbreaker
Word Count: 883 -- I usually write long things. Srs.
Rated For/Warnings: Very little
Disclaimer: Not my darlings. I wish.
Summary: Sora's never seen Kairi so angry, not ever.
Sora was sure he'd never seen Kairi so mad. Ever. Not in his entire life. He had never seen her lose her cool like this. Not once. Oh, he'd seen her get pissed -- both at him and with him at her side -- seen her storm off into her room in a flurry of barely falling tears and door-slamming. Her yells weren't unfamiliar, and neither was the sound of mixed-up growls and sobs that she couldn't hold in sometimes.
This though, this was different. Frightening. Minutes ago, just minutes ago, Kairi had been standing here with a smile on her face and a teasing tone in her voice. She'd chattered away about inconsequential things because it was easier than finding something deeper to talk about. The weather was too nice and the day too enjoyable.
A collection of clips and bands and ribbons was piled by Sora's knee, and he turned them over absent-mindedly as Kairi talked. Watched her thread her fingers through her hair to ease some of the knots gained from salty sea water and crashing waves. Sand stuck to her feet. His too, no doubt, but Kairi's feet were wet and sand coated them, rising up her legs in itchy patterns. She didn't bother to wipe them clean, just wiggled her toes a little deeper and laughed, entertained by nothing in particular.
And she was beautiful. Despite the chattering and the giggles and the fact that they'd been friends forever, dammit, she was beautiful. Her hair was growing out and there was polish on her toes and sometime in the last few years her clothes had changed. Sora couldn't imagine her in the stuff she used to wear, not now. Those ratty skirts and tiny tanks she wore because heck, who was going to see her? Sora? Riku? They were gone now. Still, the clothes she wore had an air of practicality and being worn, but they were elegant now.
"You're beautiful Kairi." Sora couldn't help but say it. There was no one near by hear and wonder, no one to take it the wrong way, and what kind of friend would he be if he neglected to tell her something so incredibly important.
"Thanks Sora," she said, smiling and ducking down to tug on his hair. Sora tugged on hers, ran his fingers over the damp little braid she'd made out of her fringe. Grinned and pulled gently before letting go, letting her stand back up and gaze out into space.
Minutes ago, just minutes ago. For a while, it had been one of those memories, the kind he'd never be able to explain, but one that he'd smile and think about when he was tired or lonely. A feeling intensified into a moment.
Footsteps were loud on the sand, distinct and obvious. They'd both turned to look behind, to smile at the boy coming towards them, to wave him down and call his name. "Riku!" He'd grinned right back at them -- walked up smiling and Sora thought this moment couldn't be shattered. It was too perfect, surely.
Press of something soft, something damp and gentle on his forehead, just below the hairline. Sora looked down, down at the sand and the pile of hair accessories, because no matter what, he could never figure it out. He could never figure out what those touches and kisses meant. Knew what the should mean, know he'd have even more to think through if they did, but when Riku moments later turned to hug Kairi, to hold her and look at her with the same amount of admiration he'd shown Sora...
It didn't make any sense.
There was a crack and Sora started, looked up and didn't know what to think. Riku had a hand pressed to the side of his face and a look of utter confusion. Sora was sure he'd never seen Kairi so mad. Ever. Not in his entire life.
"You. Bastard," she hissed, glaring in a way that didn't fit, didn't match her pretty features and her wavy hair.
Riku was frowning, he didn't understand. "What did I do?"
It was a moment Sora would never forget, the way Kairi looked when she grabbed Riku by the front of his shirt and pulled him down to eye level. How, even with that tell-tale red hair, and that face he'd known for years, she didn't look like Kairi. Not one bit.
"Stop. Playing. Games." Each word punctuated with a jerk on the fabric in her fist. "We are not your toys."
"Kairi? I... What? I don't get it?"
"Stop playing games, now. It's over, I've had enough. You are not going to screw around with him any more than you already have. I'm sick of this."
She let him go, to stumble back and stare in surprise. Watch her as she scooped up her hair pieces, leaving at least half behind, storm off in a way that neither would ever forget.
Sora still had the things she'd left behind. A yellow clip, and a purple one. A white band and a piece of green ribbon. He'd stare at them sometimes, sitting there innocently on his desk and wonder why she'd been so angry. Why had such a beautiful moment gone so wrong.
He never did figure it out.
Title: Never Before
Fandom: KH -- Post Cannon
Prompt: 010 -- Heartbreaker
Word Count: 883 -- I usually write long things. Srs.
Rated For/Warnings: Very little
Disclaimer: Not my darlings. I wish.
Summary: Sora's never seen Kairi so angry, not ever.
Sora was sure he'd never seen Kairi so mad. Ever. Not in his entire life. He had never seen her lose her cool like this. Not once. Oh, he'd seen her get pissed -- both at him and with him at her side -- seen her storm off into her room in a flurry of barely falling tears and door-slamming. Her yells weren't unfamiliar, and neither was the sound of mixed-up growls and sobs that she couldn't hold in sometimes.
This though, this was different. Frightening. Minutes ago, just minutes ago, Kairi had been standing here with a smile on her face and a teasing tone in her voice. She'd chattered away about inconsequential things because it was easier than finding something deeper to talk about. The weather was too nice and the day too enjoyable.
A collection of clips and bands and ribbons was piled by Sora's knee, and he turned them over absent-mindedly as Kairi talked. Watched her thread her fingers through her hair to ease some of the knots gained from salty sea water and crashing waves. Sand stuck to her feet. His too, no doubt, but Kairi's feet were wet and sand coated them, rising up her legs in itchy patterns. She didn't bother to wipe them clean, just wiggled her toes a little deeper and laughed, entertained by nothing in particular.
And she was beautiful. Despite the chattering and the giggles and the fact that they'd been friends forever, dammit, she was beautiful. Her hair was growing out and there was polish on her toes and sometime in the last few years her clothes had changed. Sora couldn't imagine her in the stuff she used to wear, not now. Those ratty skirts and tiny tanks she wore because heck, who was going to see her? Sora? Riku? They were gone now. Still, the clothes she wore had an air of practicality and being worn, but they were elegant now.
"You're beautiful Kairi." Sora couldn't help but say it. There was no one near by hear and wonder, no one to take it the wrong way, and what kind of friend would he be if he neglected to tell her something so incredibly important.
"Thanks Sora," she said, smiling and ducking down to tug on his hair. Sora tugged on hers, ran his fingers over the damp little braid she'd made out of her fringe. Grinned and pulled gently before letting go, letting her stand back up and gaze out into space.
Minutes ago, just minutes ago. For a while, it had been one of those memories, the kind he'd never be able to explain, but one that he'd smile and think about when he was tired or lonely. A feeling intensified into a moment.
Footsteps were loud on the sand, distinct and obvious. They'd both turned to look behind, to smile at the boy coming towards them, to wave him down and call his name. "Riku!" He'd grinned right back at them -- walked up smiling and Sora thought this moment couldn't be shattered. It was too perfect, surely.
Press of something soft, something damp and gentle on his forehead, just below the hairline. Sora looked down, down at the sand and the pile of hair accessories, because no matter what, he could never figure it out. He could never figure out what those touches and kisses meant. Knew what the should mean, know he'd have even more to think through if they did, but when Riku moments later turned to hug Kairi, to hold her and look at her with the same amount of admiration he'd shown Sora...
It didn't make any sense.
There was a crack and Sora started, looked up and didn't know what to think. Riku had a hand pressed to the side of his face and a look of utter confusion. Sora was sure he'd never seen Kairi so mad. Ever. Not in his entire life.
"You. Bastard," she hissed, glaring in a way that didn't fit, didn't match her pretty features and her wavy hair.
Riku was frowning, he didn't understand. "What did I do?"
It was a moment Sora would never forget, the way Kairi looked when she grabbed Riku by the front of his shirt and pulled him down to eye level. How, even with that tell-tale red hair, and that face he'd known for years, she didn't look like Kairi. Not one bit.
"Stop. Playing. Games." Each word punctuated with a jerk on the fabric in her fist. "We are not your toys."
"Kairi? I... What? I don't get it?"
"Stop playing games, now. It's over, I've had enough. You are not going to screw around with him any more than you already have. I'm sick of this."
She let him go, to stumble back and stare in surprise. Watch her as she scooped up her hair pieces, leaving at least half behind, storm off in a way that neither would ever forget.
Sora still had the things she'd left behind. A yellow clip, and a purple one. A white band and a piece of green ribbon. He'd stare at them sometimes, sitting there innocently on his desk and wonder why she'd been so angry. Why had such a beautiful moment gone so wrong.
He never did figure it out.