Riku x Sora x Kairi: Destiny

Mimick'd

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 20:46:11 GMT

Title: Mimick'd
Genre: Kingdom Hearts/The World Ends With You, AU
Rating: PG
Pairing: Riku/Sora/Kairi
Summary: ...We were all thinking it. Drabble.

( Neku, what are you doing awake? )

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 22:18:37 GMT

Title: Mistaken Identity [1/2]
Rating: PG-13/T for this chapter, next chapter is R
Word Count: 5763
Pairing: Riku/Sora/Kairi in any order.
Summary: Riku hates Andalasia. And squirrels. And princes who think he's a girl, but dresses most of all.
Notes: Takes place after Music Box, no specific place in the timeline yet.
Thank you so much to </a></b></a>salve for betaing this for me so very quickly. I'm not sure when part two will be out, because I've got other projects going, but I'll try for soon-ish.

Also, part of the Music Box series. You should read that before this, most likely, if only to understand some of what's going on. It's not totally needed, but still helpful. The list of links in order:
Mermaids and Legends // Hero // Drawings // Best Left Forgotten // Not Quite Heartless // Down The Rabbit Hole // Erasing Memories // To An End // The Things He Would Never Say // Fairy Tale // Sets of Three // Music Box //

Mistaken Identity [link leads to where it's posted at my LJ.] Crossposted everywhere, lol.

*Edits this thing for the seventh time

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 12:40:14 GMT

Don't bother to look at my own personal live journal page. I have one post made way back in 05. Probably won't be updating it, either. But doesn't it look retro?

Title: The Morning afte Drunk
Author: pickle_green
Genre: Romance, Humor
Sypnosis: Creation: A journal for class+slow computer loading time=Drunk humor.
For the story: Riku wakes up with a killer hangover and a bed mate...or two.
Rating: R, for swearing mention of sexual act, but not the actual doing of them. That's R, right?

His mouth burned. Or at least felt that way. Like battery acid. Someone must of slipped battery acid into the cheap booze, he thought. The booze that tasted like strong liquor, but went down easy. Then, his head ache hit him full force. The logical part inside his brain knew it was caused by dehydration. But that part suffered from the hangover…due to dehydration.

Bitter irony somewhere in there.

Oh, did he feel drained. He would be dead soon, he figured. Maybe if he used the pillow behind his head and committed suicide the pain would end. Now if he could move his head up enough to do it. Either way, he wanted to burrow under something like the emus or whatever do. The beautiful and natural light pouring into the room was trying to kill him; the deadly rays of a screaming ball of fire in space were trying to kill him. He shifted to the wall.

Or tried to. It happened to be very difficult when someone was wrapped around his waist on the side the wall occupied. Oh hell.

This was not the first time. Riku, now in college, never made a habit of getting messed and bringing strange girls to his place (which he was glad he ended up doing this time). But it had happed on one or more occasion. Riku had needs. Maybe he could be better disciplined, but he tried not to worry and tried to enjoy himself. He did not brag about it like some who made it seem like trophies or scores, nor did he deny it. He was an adult and could make adult decisions, so why not?

Whoever he shared his bed with last night happened to like his stomach. She felt nice and warm. Riku did not like cuddling. But, she did feel nice and warm. He looked down. Then he woke up.

If he really pondered on the subject, Riku seemed to choose red-heads. Not on purpose as far as he noticed. Brunettes and bleach-blondes were more common, but he tended to choose the rarer hair color. Maybe he liked red. Maybe it really was a random choice. Maybe it was something on a different level of thinking. If he wished to wished to figure out, he may. But he never did. Maybe he didn't wish to know about his thing for ruby maidens.

Waking up next to a redhead was not unusual, except…he knew this redhead. The girl he had been in-love with most of his life. This should have been a dream come true, but, there was a problem.

This particular young woman-a girl no longer-was in a serious and committed relationship with his best friend.

Kairi was indeed naked from the waist up. And how it felt against his leg, she was also naked from the waist down. How drunk did he get?!

Both Sora and Kairi came to visit. Next year they planned to attend the same college. He wanted to show them around the campus and his apartment (which he scrapped by getting thanks to all his fighting money he earned in the past: unlike certain others, he saved and invested his winnings). They were staying a week. Two days left of visiting. He decided to take them to a party.

This did not explain why a very napping-naked Kairi laid in his bed. This was bad. So bad. So bad he froze. So bad he forgot to breath.

Okay, maybe there was a logical explanation. He could hope. Because if there was no hope, then Riku was a terrible best friend. Obviously he got drunk and seduced Kairi while Sora was busy living it up or eating everything he could find edible or making friends with fifty of his classmates.

Riku panicked, but did not wish to wake up Kairi. Yet. What he did need was a shower, many pain-killers, and a pope. He carefully slid those soft, small hands off of him, really noticing how naked he was, and twisted over to get out of bed.

He suddenly remembered to breath. Not because he remembered how to on his own accord or because his lungs finally burned. It was due to shock. The shock went to his heart and inevitably his lungs. What caused his heart to beat even more out of control? His nose brushed against Sora's. That spiky hair was unmistakable.

He let out a gasp, but it came out like a chocking sound. His two bed companions slept like logs. Well, Sora did. Kairi shifted below him.

Oh what did they do? He wondered as his gaze turned up to the ceiling. Hello again ceil’. Can you give me the answers? Guilt wisped away as it was replaced by confusion. Okay…thinking…thinking…

He took a few deep breaths. Knowing how they worked, Kairi and Riku fell into a pool and decided in their drunken stupor to share body heat. Sora probably snuggled in because…he was Sora.

A curiosity hit Riku. Not the good kind. The kind that made the victims in horror movies look behind them: They knew something was there and would end them but they just had to see. Though in Riku's case, he could not see as the blanket wrapped up perfectly to Sora's neck. The elder brushed his shoulder against the younger's chest. Nothing. Growing paranoid, he brushed his thigh against Sora's thighs. Or that was his intent. He forgot to take in the height and width difference. So when he brushed…he made the discovery of a no-undies Sora. It proved he was also a no-pants Sora.

Riku let out a rather child-sounding whimper.

What the hell did they do last night?!

He looked around, carefully. Kairi stayed curled up somewhere near his left hip. Sora stayed snoring next to him on the right. He felt a little confinded but surprisingly warm. A rather comfy warmth. Oh…he really needed to get out of bed. This would take skill. Lucky for him, the training he learned over the years-whether with wooden swords or dark skills-may save him from this situation. He slid down. Kairi's chest distracted him. Just turn away and…

Get a nice eyeful of Sora, among other things. Crap. This did not seem better, especially with Kairi rubbing up against his back. Panic. Worst then any heartless invasion. But he finally fell off the bed and onto his naked ass. "Dammit!" He cursed silently following his loud curse out loud and looked back on the mattress to see if his friends awoke. Both slept like angles. Looked like angels, too. Made him smile. Nobody was watching.

Then he realized how cold he felt. And so very nude they all were. Something happened last night.

His body reminded him of everything else last night. Or at least what he consumed. To the bathroom he ran! Bravo for him for getting the toilet seat up as everything that went down came back, literally. It was mostly bile, but something that turned yellow with stomach acid, like rancid chicken soup, appeared in the bowl.

He stayed down near the porcelain until his stomach stopped revolting. When his balanced returned, he stood up to relieve other organs of their fluids. It felt real nice. Now he really needed to clean his mouth. Logically he should use a cup, but sticking his head under the faucet served just as well. He felt way better about this morning with a clean, cool, and slightly damp mouth. He smiled at his reflection. Then his stomach declared it was time for round two. Stupid stomach.

It felt like an hour later before he stumbled out of the bathroom. He was more then half tempted to climb back into bed with Sora and Kairi. It would be like when they were younger and use to camp together on the beach. He decided to ignore the fact they were naked; they were warm.

But another shock of the morning: his bed was empty. No Kairi curled against his wall. No Sora snoring at the end. In fact, someone straightened the covers. That was illogical and had Riku stoned.

"Morning Riku!” A voice said. Riku turned around and saw a Sora, wearing some boxers or shorts, head into the bathroom. He noticed they were dark, but the shock of how normal he sounded floored Riku. He watched open-mouthed when the door closed. Then he heard something or someone walking around his kitchen and banging around. He stalked around the small hall.

Kairi, who he indeed guessed right after seeing her hair-color, fluttered around making coffee, getting the table set, and stirring eggs. Oh, and happened to be dressed in one of his shirts. Only that shirt. It dropped down to her knees. This caused him to realize how naked he still was. Not to mentions the woman turned to him, one hand on her hip with the other grasping a turner. "Riku, I know this is your place, but put on pants at least." Oh…okay. He needed to get dressed or something, he instinctually thought. He turned around and walked back to his room. Clothes, clothes.

Look: Big, yellow shoes near the window and someone's panties. Girl panties.

He lurched to his drawers, pulled out some sweat pants, and put on a shirt for good measure. He debated splashing his face with cold water, but oh yah, Sora was shirtless in the bathroom. He dared to step out of his room in a slight daze.

Kairi served Sora breakfast. Sora was wearing a pair of his unders. And just those. Now that Riku thought about it, the rest of their clothing were at a hotel they chose to stay at. Maybe it is not so weird they are wearing his garments. They looked pretty happy, so maybe life was a smooth wave.

Sora noticed him first and gave him the famous Sora smile, "Hey Riku!" He cheered while he decided to eat some eggs.

Kairi smiled and asked, "Want some?"

He paused, and then decided, "Just coffee for now." He suddenly regretted not grabbing aspirin, "Black please."

Sora stuck out his fork towards Riku, as if he were pointing a four-pronged pointer finger, "Dude, maybe at least toast. I mean, my head still is throbbing. Why do you even drink?"

The girl of the three laughed as she loaded the toaster. She poured a cup for Riku, set it down next to him and quickly turned around, calling, "I really need to go, so if boys don't mind." The warning proved to be rhetorical as she walked to bathroom. The room dropped on volume. Riku's eyes followed after her.

"Hey." Riku blinked and looked at the piece of fried, unfertile egg stuck in front of his face. "You really should eat something, like protein. It's really helping my pain."

It looked rather unappealing since it hung limp and was on Sora's used fork, so the white-hair man decided to distract the other, "How much did you drink?"

It worked since Sora took his fork away and bought the hand to the side of his face, eggie-ness barley missing his hair. "Not a lot. One or two cups. I don't think I really want to do that again. Don't see the appeal." He then gave Riku a rather peculiar look, "Especially hearing you in the bathroom this morning."

Riku snickered. He started to forget about his panic this morning. Now he thought they were just being silly or something. Who knows? "You're such a light weight after a couple of cups? Who would of thought?" Destroyed the worst villains in the existence of the universe and all. He chuckled into his mug.

Sora gave him such a glare," I'm not hung over. Just a little headache." He then pouted. "Though really my back and butt hurt."

Riku nearly sprayed out his coffee. "What?!" He chocked around each word.

Kairi came back and set something in front of Sora. "Here. Aspirin. It will make all the pain go away." Kairi gave him a kiss on his temple. He grinned and he took another bite from his eggs before he reached for his drink. Then Kairi repeated the same action to Riku, including the kiss to the temple. "I'll get you the toast. And you better eat it." She called as she headed to the toaster. Somewhat normal, yet somewhat different.

Sora swallowed his pills and continued to munch on the eggs. His pace, Riku noted, was slower then normal. A plate of toast plopped in front of the empty spot at his table and surprisingly they were blistered just right: Burnt in the center with the edges still a bread color. His bangs left his eyes as the bulk of the front of his hair were pushed back. "Take your pills, too." Riku had no objections to disobey.

She settled down between the two, eating a fried egg and dipping the bread into the yolk. The two settled in a comfy silence. However, Riku felt nervous. Something happened. He needed to ask, "So…why do you two have my clothes?"

The responses were almost instant. "Because my clothes were dirty." From Kairi.

"Because I really need to pee and I couldn't find mine." From Sora.

It answered his question at the same time it made him want to ask more. "But why…" The question would not form.

Sora took it wrong. "Well, I didn't think you'd mind. I've worn your clothes before. Besides," he finished his eggs, "All of my clean clothes are at our hotel room."

But Kairi happened to be more sensitive about this sort of thing, "Riku, what's the matter?" She looked at him with those gorgeous deep-blue eyes. Sora followed suit, with his eager lighter orbs.

Riku looked between his friends, their mannerism this morning, and the signs. "…What did we do last night?" He felt like an idiot after blurring out such a response. Especially after the looks he received soon after. It left him confused when Sora suddenly giggled. "What?" Riku asked with anger. "What?" In-between his giggles, Sora muttered something. "What's funny?"

"Each other…" The sky-boy snorted.

"What?" Riku did not really understand the context Sora used the word in.

Kairi smacked Sora on the shoulder but she snickers lightly, "You asked what we did last night…he answered…crudely." She gave Sora another smack for good measure.

Riku's mind put the responses together and, "Oh…" Yah, he was thinking it.

Now a silence settled over. Surprisingly, it was Riku who broke it, "But what did we do?"

He'd never seen Sora and Kairi blush so hard in his life. Kairi's cheeks and nose flushed several shades of red. Sora's whole face stayed one shade of a red-purple. The boy looked at the girl, who giggled nervously. Sora shrugged and bent to hide. Kairi swatted him and then grasped his right hand. She then slid her free hand into Riku's. "Well, it was Sora's idea." Of course it was. It always is. "And well, I drove us home. I didn't drink, but I did not feel like driving to two places and it was your car, so we decided to spend the night over. I think you were rather…drunk."

"You were smiling a lot," Sora put in, still keeping his head down.

Kairi squeeze the bonds of each of the boys, and turned to look at Riku. "Well, we first settled on the couch to watch some movies. Or a movie; however long it lasted." She seemed to think for moment before continuing on. "So we decided to head to bed. And, um…it's kind of funny."

"I said we should all sleep together." Sora answered after, "Though I meant sleeping-sleeping. Not…active sleeping." Of course he did. Riku wanted to know where they ended up.

Kairi continued on, "So…you said fine with you. Then I asked for a good-night kiss. Sora gave me one…then you joked and asked where your’s was. So I gave you one." She looked straight at him, "You used your tongue." This was Riku's cue to slam his head on the table. Oh he would. Drunk he would. "Don't feel bad, Riku. You apologized right after to me and Sora. Though Sora…" She gave her boyfriend a look.

The key-blade boy felt it and quickly replied with his head back up, "Oh…um…my turn, huh?" He fidgeted with his free hand. "I wanted a kiss, because…I said it looked hot and…I wanted to try."

This confused Riku, "It was hot that your girlfriend was kissing your best friend?" How utterly strange yet utterly Sora; he would, "So what? He found it a turn on and you made out?"

Sora laughed nervously before looking down again. Kairi smiled sympatric, "Well…kinda. That what you assumed, too. Until Sora slipped you the tongue instead." Oh. Why. "You look like you did then." Kairi remarked, "Only less scared." There was a pause.

Riku really needed to know, "And then what?"

"You fell." Sora mumbled.

"Real funny."

"No really, you fell. You fainted." Kairi looked up at the ceiling. "You said before fainting 'that explained the crying.'"

"We carried you to your room so you could sleep it off. We both stayed in case you started to vomit. But you woke up." Sora explained, "You kept whining how cold you were. So we…"

"Wait, why was I cold?" Riku did not recall him being that weak. Cold never bugged him. And not that cold outside. Besides, if he was drunk, his body would trick him into thinking he was much warmer then he was, unless they really did jump into a pool.

"You didn't have a shirt on…or pants…" Sora said dead serious.

"Wait, what? When did those come off?!" They jumped slightly at his anger, but they certainly stayed fluster.

"You took off your shirt due to getting something on it at the party on it. You put on a button shirt, but left it un-button." The other male finally poked his head back up.

"And my pants?"

Sora turned to Kairi, shaking his head. The girl sighed before replying in a calm voice, "Riku, you peed yourself a little when you fainted."

"Oh…great." Yet another turn for Riku's to smash his head on the table. Hard. That was an embarrassment on a whole different level. Who pees their pants? Obviously, Riku does.

"Eh, we all have accidence." Sora said with an immature giggle.

Kairi quickly uncoiled her hand from her brown-haired partner's and gave him a good swat over his ear. And what a look she gave him. Riku thought he deserved it. Still glaring at her boyfriend, she gripped his hand again and continued, "So you know, we grabbed a blanket and…heated you."

"Yah, I figured that much." He found it disturbing that his friends molested him in his sleep. Great job there, guys.

"We didn't do anything…yet. Not without your permission." Sora stated without too much embarrassment. Riku learned he agreed to this. His drunken self agreed to this. Good one there, self.

"What happened next?" He really had no shock anymore. He just wanted to know about last night.

"You complained, sorta, about how tight of a squeeze it was. Then complained about Sora kissing you when you fainted. Anyways, you joke, saying he kissed like a fish. Then Sora…kinda jumped you there."

"You would." Riku grumbled it into the flat surface. He kept it low, but loud enough for all to hear.

"You challenged me!!" Oh wow: Sora stood up while Kairi giggled. Maybe Riku was getting a little more awake and sober now. All his thoughts were clear. He turned towards Kairi, "And why would you not stop this?"

She gave him a naughty smile, "You guys were very cute."

"She ate jell-o shots so she was a little drunk." Sora supplied.

Now Kairi looked appalled. "Those had alcohol in them?" Even Riku chuckled. He sat back up and put his free hand behind his head.

"Neither of you are going to survive college." He felt pretty good now. He could take it. "So what happened next?"

"Well, long bed battle summed up…we all made out. For about…" Riku became distracted as he drank his coffee. He slightly zone out, laughing a little in his head. This would be one of those funny stories they would look back on about being young, like that one time at Radiant Garden. "Then we gave you a blow-job." And there went his coffee from his mouth like a cascade of oil. All that crap about him not being scared anymore and feeling better; it was a lie because the fearfulness returned. It happened to hit harder since his mind raced with a proper level of cognitive thought…

They noticed, too. It would be impossible of them to miss the fountain of black spray. They stayed silent. He would not, "So…you both, like, took turns or something?" His voice hit a pitch or five higher then normal.

"No." Kairi said shortly. Oh thank you, he thought. "We did it at the same time."

"The same…" Riku did not want to finish the rest of it. No way would he. "Oh…why did you do that?"

"Hey, you weren't complaining." Sora replied with some spirit. "Besides, you stated we looked so damn good after we both swapped your fluids in a kiss."

Thump. There went his forehead on the table for the how many times he did it. The pain killers must be working; he did not feel it. Kairi squeezed his hand. What happened to his innocent friends? He doubted before today they did anything with each other, now to find this out. Forever to muse on them kneeling in front of his-yah, that train of thought needed to stop. "What else should I know? I'm just going to wait and hear it all."

"We had…you suggested Kairi in the middle…" Riku let out a giggle of despair. He would. Though who or what did Sora do? Because Sora was the kind of boy who was willing to give his best friend a blow job. What a friendship. Said friend kept speaking, "So…you got behind Kairi and…I kinda…"

It appeared Kairi was very nice about him doing…things to her. "Your behind." He needs to interrupt.

Kairi slammed his hand down on the table. Man she had a grip. "The…no! Just…I was kind of sitting against you…you had your legs on the outside of my thighs. Weird, but it worked. But it wasn’t…that, um, area. Sora…did stuff in front of me." She signed she was done; Riku shook his head and let out a moan.

"Why did you let me do this, Sora?"

"Because you guys looked appetizing together." As if that answered everything. As if this was not something off of Jerry Springer.

"Then Sora wanted to be in the middle…" Kairi said quietly.

Riku looked up at Kairi with a good, hard gaze. "Middle? What do you mean?" From the looks they gave each other, he should have just kept his mouth shut.

"Um…ah well, I was laying on your bed and…umm…Sora and I did stuff…"

"So I watched or something?" Riku still did not understand.

"No you participated." Kairi said but she looked at Sora, then at Riku quickly. The aqua-eyed man was a very bright boy. After coming home from his, he caught up easily in his class. His mind was always sharp, always taking in every detail. So he quickly picked up the looks between the two of them.

He and Sora did something. Bad. "What did we do?"

Even Sora looked bashful. But he had a stupid grin on his face, as if he were proud. The bastard probably was. "We also were together." Riku did not get it. Sora motioned his head towards the kitchen. Why the kitchen? Yes, Riku knew it was behind-

"Oh my GOD!" Now he realized it was not the kitchen he motioned, but motioning to himself (Sora). Specifically, his flipside. Hand in his hair, Riku pulled his long lock, as hard as he could. It would have been both hands, but that hand was the only one free. Worst incident of it all. He screwed Sora. He screwed his best friend. While that best friend screwed his own girlfriend underneath the both of them. What was wrong with that picture?

Kairi tittered nervously while Sora sent him a strange displeased look mumbling that 'Riku should have no complaints' and 'He is the one suffering for it.' Then the girl asked with no concern, "You alright, Riku?"

"Just…give me a moment…" Riku drawled out. He needed to think about this. He had sex with Sora and Kairi at the same time. No, not at the same time. First they both went down on him. Then he did Kairi while Sora had fun going up and down them. Subsequently, he and Kairi made a Sora sandwich. He felt shock, slight disgust with himself, wondered how he lasted so long, a bit on the pride for going three rounds, and just a bit disturbed he could not remember. On the plus side, his hanger was officially gone.

Though another question rose, "I know you were both a bit tipsy, but you were not that drunk. Why did you guys…" He made interesting hand motions. He got his point across. They exchanged looks while Kairi yet again squeezed. She grinned as Sora looked at the ceiling.

"We…talked about it." Kairi stated.

"While you were passed out." Sora helped.

"Well, before that, too. You know, it's just been the three of us since forever and I know we all agreed to try normal lives. But we've missed you." She gave him that look-into-my-eye-and-fall gaze. Just one look and his heart went fluttering.

"Besides, we've always been a group. Why not now?" And there was Sora and his stupid logic that made him feel like laughing, sighing, feeling guilty and feeling good all at once. The behavior was infectious.

"I tried to explain it to him, at least from a normal perspective. Sora doesn't listen to well." She commented idly, which Sora escaped a "Hey" and a pout. But then he grinned and held out his spare hand to Riku. Now the darker one of the three thought and looked to each one.

There was Kairi, the only girl he ever gazed at, the one who was perfect in his eyes. He always looked after her, made sure she was safe. The girl from across the worlds. Something new and exciting, even now. She was always the goal. He submitted in darkness, for her for the wrong reasons, and she forgave him. She merely smiled when she saw him with another's face. Her attacker's face, yet she knew the skin just looked wrong. His Princess; His Light.

And next to him and her; them, was Sora. His best friend. He knew him before he could remember life-Family, the Island, and Sora. The true Hero. The only one who could ever and still could beat him. Could make him feel jealously and pride at once. He once despised him, the blackness in his spirit screaming for the rival's blood. When his senses returned, the guilt was unimaginable. His only thoughts: To restore him back. A prince and his other half.

And they gave him a waiting look, both set of blue eyes with hope.

He, Riku would do anything for.

She, Riku gave his heart to already.

This is when he should refuse. They would have to explain and be scorned on. Questions would come up. They may break or become unbalance. A deep part of him did not wish to face it. He was afraid because it was easier to deal with emotions from a distance.

It did not stop him from grabbing Sora's free hand. "How is this going to even work?" He made one last attempt to break from the connection.

Both of the other parties share a quite happy grin. Sora, being Sora, gave him a lechers look, "Worked pretty well last night."

Riku already loosened his grip on the small so Kairi could raise her clasped to slap Sora since Sora made sure not to release the hand of her’s he held. But hey, this was normal for them, proven more than ever.

Kairi turned to Riku and informed him, "No more drinking for you." He smiled and nodded in defeat. Yes, next year would be something else.

No matter how many times I look at this, it has mistakes in it. This was the fifth time!

Beautifully Broken: Chapter 4

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 04:32:31 GMT

Title: Beautifully Broken
Genre: Kingdom Hearts, Post-KHII
Rating: PG14
Pairing: Riku/Sora/Kairi
Summary: Sometimes the only way to deal with things is to find your other half.. Except sometimes your other half is actually two thirds.

[PREVIOUS]

Chapter 4 “Can Breathe Again”

( Oceans of eyes well up with sorrow, guilt, and even a touch of shame. “Why can’t I have that? Why is that so goddamn hard?” )

Beautifully Broken: Chapter 3

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 07:40:25 GMT

Title: Beautifully Broken
Genre: Kingdom Hearts, Post-KHII
Rating: PG14
Pairing: Riku/Sora/Kairi
Summary: Sometimes the only way to deal with things is to find your other half.. Except sometimes your other half is actually two thirds.

[PREVIOUS]

Chapter 3 “Same Old Heartbeat”

( They spring apart. They stare wide eyed and pant in harmony with one another. )

Fic Help!

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 06:55:55 GMT

Please somebody help me! I've been going crazy trying to find this fic that I read on livejournal! I don't know the name of it or the author but it was a Riku x Sora x Kairi pairing with alittle bit of Roxas x Axel as well. Sora got the lead role in a play in school that Roxas remembered learning with Axel in the past. Roxas and Namine could talk to Sora and Kairi in their heads and in between Sora studying, he would make out with Riku and Kairi. In the end, Roxas took over doing the play for Sora and Namine told them Bravo. Does this sound familer to anyone?

[Fic] Written in the Stars

Thu, 17 Jul 2008 09:59:51 GMT

Title: Written in the Stars
Pairing: KairixSoraxRiku (romantic or platonic)
Rating: PG; post KHII
Summary: On the island that is still the same. Where they can still be together. For always.
Word Count: 1,320.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with the characters used in this fanfiction.

(Even as he blatantly refused Riku's instance that he would be okay on his own, Sora would tell Kairi that it was alright for her to go home...)

Fic: Monstrosity and Miracle

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 14:17:49 GMT

...Wait, *this* is going to be the first thing I post to this community? Sorry about that, guys. I'm usually much...okay, not saner, but differently loopy. I'll dig out my older, less depressingly cliché stories sometime to prove it to you.

Monstrosity and Miracle
Rating: PG-13 (for to be on the safe side).
Genre: Angst/Romance/Hi I'm Riku and I'll be your vampire this evening.
Warnings: Riku spends forever being angsty and stubborn. Also? Vampires.
Summary: Riku sees only the monster in himself, never the miracle. Fortunately, Sora and Kairi see differently.

Monstrosity and Miracle

Beautifully Broken: Chapter 2

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 03:30:49 GMT

Title: Beautifully Broken
Genre: Kingdom Hearts, Post-KHII
Rating: PG14
Pairing: Riku/Sora/Kairi
Summary: Sometimes the only way to deal with things is to find your other half.. Except sometimes your other half is actually two thirds.

[PREVIOUS]

Chapter 2 “Content With Walking”
( Still, when she glanced back from the doorway, she couldn’t help but smile at the puppy-pile of limbs everywhere—wondering in her sleepy mind if it looked as silly when she was tangled up with them too. )

Beautifully Broken

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 06:10:17 GMT

Title: Beautifully Broken
Genre: Kingdom Hearts, Post-KHII
Rating: PG14
Pairing: Riku/Sora/Kairi
Summary: Sometimes the only way to deal with things is to find your other half.. Except sometimes your other half is actually two thirds.

Chapter 1 “There For You”
( Twisted and tangled, interlocking limbs and painful grips on one another, none of them ever mentioned how necessary these nights became to keep their sanity intact. )

Intro post and a fic

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 07:52:05 GMT

Hello. I've lurked for a while, but have only just joined. I've come bearing a fic, belated Christmas fic, based on a request for awkward cute teen fumbling.

Title: Island Triptych

Rating: R for fumbling? Maybe just PG-13, after all.

Word Count: About 7200, give or take a few

Summary: Our three favourite protagonists are just chilling on the Island. They angst, joke around, and figure things out. I restored this from a long lost draft, so I might have missed some errors. Please feel free to nitpick, and harass me about grammar.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

[fanfic, kairi-centric | kairi>sora, kairi>riku] harvester of hearts

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 02:39:54 GMT

title: harvester of hearts
rating: t
word count: 462, ficlet
character/pairing: kairi-centric (implied: kairi>riku, kairi>sora)
note/warning(s): title stolen shamelessly from rufus wainright. more gen and one-sided than anything, I'm sorry if this isn't allowed.

( my heart, my heart, my heart )

Fic, Blindingly

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 22:44:06 GMT

Hello there! First post of mine; hope you enjoy. <3

Title: Blindingly
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts 2
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts does not belong to me. No profit is being made from fanfic.
Note(s): Guest starring Lucrecia as Riku's mother. Thus, she's a bit ooc, sorry about that. Sorry about Tidus, too.
Pairing: (eventual) Sora/Kairi/Riku <3
Summary: If Riku wakes up to find himself blind.

It's strange how Riku had suspected it was coming, yet when it comes it is such an unpleasant shock.

"I'm sorry. Your son's eyes are…"

Riku reaches up and waves his hand in his face, but that gesture means nothing, when he doesn't even know if his eyes are open or not.

Navigating the small children's island is slow, and painful. He can almost feel the hovering stares of his friends, and he hates it like anything. But whether it's because they knew how he feels about help or the look on his face, they don't approach, and when Riku arrives at the paopu tree, they don't come to sit beside him.

He sighs and leans his head back.

At least the waves sound the same.

"Riku!"

Riku hesitates with his hand on the doorknob, but doesn't turn. There is no point in turning.

"Don't forget your cane."

Riku sighs, a sound his mother couldn't hear, but she can see the defeated slump of his shoulders as he fumbles next to the door for the offending object.

Riku still wakes up expecting to open his eyes. He stays in bed an extra minute or ten, waiting for the sunlight to blind him, because he can feel it on his face. Gradually, he realizes that his eyes are open, but color is something forever lost to him.

He gets up, fumbles for his clothes, and prepares, with not altogether a little anxiety, to face another day.

Casually walking down the street, Kairi takes his hand. Riku frowns, because both Sora and Kairi had developed a habit of taking his hand and normally he would have been pleased, but there was nothing special to this handholding than guiding their blind friend.

But Riku can't bring himself to ask them to stop, if it makes them happy, and so contents himself to his discontentment.

"Hey Riku, throw me that blue cup, will you?" Tidus asks, constructing his masterpiece of a modern art sculpture; namely, throwing all his materials together in a mish-mash, claiming it to be modern art, and hoping he'd get a good grade.

There is no answer, and Tidus looks up, to where Riku is sitting, hands still on the blitzball he'd been twirling in his hands.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, Riku, I—"

"It's fine." There is carefully no emotion in the statement, as Riku resumes playing with the blitzball, and Tidus could have punched himself.

"Idiot," Selphie mutters under her breath.

"One round, Sora."

Sora turns around, and Riku is holding the wooden sword in his lap, with his face turned down, so that Sora can see neither his eyes nor his expression. Something inside Sora's chest twists, but he answers, "…ok."

"Sora." It is a hiss of a breath, but Riku doesn't raise his face, "I'm not an invalid. One. Round."

Kairi watches until the end, and tries not to wince as Riku goes down, hard, and Riku starts laughing without any kind of amusement in his voice, and is there by his side as his shoulders shake and his voice turns to sobs.

Reading is frustratingly slow, and he doesn't know why he has to do it, except that his mother insists, and it's one thing he can do alone, without anyone's stares.

His fingers brush against another set of dots, and suddenly, sick of it all, he fumbles for his cup and throws it against the wall.

Lucrecia has to take a minute to process what she had seen.

Riku had exited the kitchen, without touching the walls, or trailing his fingers along surfaces, or shuffling with his hands in front of him.

He walks to the door, sure it is there, with his regular gait, as if—

Lucrecia bursts out of the kitchen, and down the corridor, where Riku puts on his shoes and grabs his cane, without missing a beat, and reaches for the doorknob without any fumbling, before she can call out to him.

She stares blankly at the door a moment before excitement catches up, and she rushes out the door.

On the street, she bumps into Riku's friend, and breathlessly explains to her what has occurred.

"…Ms. Crescent," Kairi begins, and Lucrecia doesn't like the look on her face, "Riku can cross the bridge at the children's island without moving his cane from side to side, to find the edges. He's—I was next to him. He was whispering to himself. He's counting his steps…."

Lucrecia's shoulders slump. "…I see."

"No change?" Lucrecia asks softly, watching Riku fumble with a 3D puzzle in his hands, gaze straight ahead and unfocused.

"No change."

The curious sound of piano notes knocks Lucrecia out of her reverie, and she walks into the living room to see Riku sitting at the grand piano, pressing one key at a time with a look of concentration on his face.

Lucrecia swallows a giggle, and quietly creeps away.

Riku slows down when he hears Kairi (her quiet footsteps, the slight rustle of her clothes, her soft breathing) come up beside him, and he shifts his cane to his other hand so she can take his hand.

Their clasped hands rest comfortably between them as they talk, and they are soon joined by Sora, who takes the cane so he can replace it with his hand.

Sora swings their arms as they walk, and Riku almost tells Sora to give the cane to Kairi, because Sora is no doubt swinging the cane around; Sora always swings his arms, no matter what is in them save Keyblades. But he doesn't, and Riku is sure Sora is glaring at him and Kairi for laughing when he knocks something (sounds like a stack of boxes) over with the cane.

"Riku, pass me some of that clay on your left, please?" Selphie asks absently, staring at her mini sculpture, rubbing her fingers.

"Sure."

Selphie blinks at the block of clay in her hands, and looks over at Riku, nonchalantly bringing a cup to his lips, and Sora and Kairi just beyond, suppressing laughter.

"Riku! Throw me a ball! Third rack right from the door!"

"Which one?"

"Second from the left!" Wakka calls back without looking, knowing as he did that that ball was just slightly heavier, and might be their advantage to winning the game—

The ball bounces past, about four feet from where Wakka is standing, and he calls a "Thanks!" as he jogs out to get it.

"I win."

Riku stands over him, wooden practice sword held over one shoulder, a familiar smirk on his face even as his eyes stare way over his head.

"No fair! I was going easy on you!"

"Wanna go again, then?" Riku says, bringing the sword down, "Loser buys ice cream."

"Riku," Lucrecia says, and Riku freezes, because that is his mother's 'surprise' tone of voice that almost certainly meant disaster, "There's this…gathering. For—well, we should go."

Riku tries not to groan, in case his mother might be inclined to '"accidentally" whack him over the head with his cane again.

"Exactly what," Riku says, as Lucrecia guides him through the doorway, "is this gathering?"

"Well you know," Lucrecia dodges, as she sits him down.

Riku sighs, resting the cane on the floor and leaning his hands on it. He knows not to put it on the floor now because he might poke out people's ankles with it or trip people with it, as he learned from his mother's tirade after she'd whacked him over the head just to teach him. (He thinks there's still a hole in the carpet where the experiment fell when she tripped, but he hadn't yet checked to see if they'd gotten a new carpet.)

"It didn't say 'singing' on it anywhere, did it?" he asks apprehensively.

Lucrecia takes a little too long to answer, and Riku sighs.

Riku had breathed a huge sigh of relief (that Lucrecia had elbowed him for) when the people in charge only insisted on volunteers, and even though some were beyond horrible, at least he didn't have to sing. But for some reason, the people had insisted on reseating him, and now he had no one to complain to.

"They don't understand" was suddenly blurted out on his right, and he wasn't entirely sure if the statement was directed at him, so he chanced a "hmm?"

"They think it's just ok to play some crappy music and all that," the voice said, and Riku still wasn't sure if it was talking to him, "Cuz you know what? It's not ok, it's just…it's just…"

"Uh…what's your name?" Riku cautiously asks in the lull.

The petulant answer of "Mari" confirms that someone is, indeed, talking to him, and Riku is not-so-secretly relieved because he isn't an idiot who's talking to himself.

Mari prattles on on a bitter, angry tone that's worse than the horrible singing, and he shifts and fidgets in his seat, and wonders if she'd notice if he just got up and walked off.

"I can't say I do," Lucrecia answers politely. "He gets places fine on his own. I worried about the boat, at first, but he hasn't tried. He gets someone to take him."

"But think of all the trouble they could get into! They could fall into ditches, or walk into thorny bushes and…"

Lucrecia listens with polite interest as the anxious parent prattles on, and mildly says, "My Riku isn't like that," when the anxious parent pauses for a breath.

The anxious parent is staring at her with an anxious, probing stare, so Lucrecia feels compelled to answer, "I find Riku on the piano sometimes. He isn't playing anything, just pressing the keys in order. I think it's a sort of self-imposed training, teaching himself to recognize things by their sound. And yesterday," Lucrecia smiled, "he was playing 'Three Blind Mice.' It took him four tries to get it right, just those three notes put together. And when he did, he just sat back and sighed and. Smiled."

The anxious parent didn't say anything for a moment, before asking, "But…aren't you afraid that he'd walk into a wall?"

"Hmm? Oh no," Lucrecia answers, getting up, "he counts his steps, you see. And, excuse me, I think my son needs rescuing."

"But you understand, right?" Mari says softly, leaning her shoulder on his.

Fuck no I don't! Riku barely resists the urge to knock her over the head with his cane, and turns his head. "Mother." He makes what he hopes is a pleading face in the direction of her footsteps.

Thankfully, she seems to understand, as she says, "Shall we go, Riku?" and takes his upper arm, and pulls him away from Mari. Riku lets himself be pulled, and almost drags Lucrecia in the direction he hopes the door is.

Lucrecia is laughing as she says, "That bad?"

"Mother, please. Don't take me to anything like this ever again."

"Here, Riku. It's a drink. You like soda, right?"

There is condescension in that voice, almost overrun by malice, for all that his classmate wants to sound friendly and nonchalant.

"How kind." Riku keeps his hands in his lap. "What brought this on?"

"Just a friendly gesture."

"Really."

"You don't like soda?"

It is a challenge (if a rather stupid one), but Riku hears footsteps coming up behind him. Riku doesn't say anything, just waits, and a moment later, the boy says, "Wait. I think I just saw a bug in this one. Never mind."

Riku listens to the footsteps of the boy, rapidly striding away, and turns his head to listen for the softer footfalls, "Sora."

The creeping-away footsteps freeze, and then the weight of the footfalls shift into what Riku imagines is an embarrassed manner, "How did you know?"

"I always know," Riku drawls, and hears a snort as Sora walks over and sits next to him.

After a moment, Riku asks, "Was there really a bug in that drink?"

"I'm not sure," Sora admits. "But it couldn't have been anything good."

Riku doesn't dispute it, and entertains himself by imagining the glare on Sora's face that drove the other boy away, and then retrieving his cane and standing up, "Kairi's calling."

"Huh?" Sora looks around, and there she is. He smiles, because Riku really is the type who can overcome anything, and follows.

Riku exhales heavily as the kiss breaks off, a mashing of lips that was no less a kiss, and hastily removes his hand from Sora's shoulder and his other hand from Kairi's hair.

Draws in a breath when Kairi's tongue trails down his jaw and Sora gently pushes him onto the bed.

"Sora. Kairi."

He feels them draw back a little, and roughly tells himself it's stupid to be disappointed, because—

"Riku." There is something like admonishment in her words, and Riku wonders what kind of face she is making, because right now he has no. idea.

"We've been waiting forever." Sora says, close to his ear, and Riku only just manages not to jerk away, because to Sora physical rejections are telling.

Riku tries to say something, but right now his emotions, his senses, his brain is in a mush and he knows there was something he had to say but can't recall what it is.

"You let us, didn't you?" Kairi says softly, and Riku detects the disappointment in her voice and the painful feeling of Kairi not touching him, because right now the gap between them seems awkward, endless—"the handholding. And the touching. And the teasing."

"I—I thought—"

"What?"

Riku can't answer, because if he voiced what had been his doubts, there would be no taking it back. And he can't, can't let it fall from his own lips that he'd distrusted them, distrusted their feelings. Because he'd been sure it was out of pity.

He feels Kairi shifting, as if she is going to leave, and manages to croak out a "wait."

There is suddenly a very scary silence as the two of them turn back to his face and they are watching, with an intentness that Riku can no less feel than if he'd been able to see.

"Wait," Riku repeats softly, because he doesn't want them to go, and yet—

Then Kairi's lips are on his again, and she brushes his hair back from his forehead and sighs and says, "Just trust us."

"We love you." Sora adds from beside him, taking his hand. "We did before."

Then Sora kisses him, too, and mumbles into his mouth, "And we still do."

Kairi's hand is on his arm and Sora's is on his hand, and they both feel Riku force himself to relax, and they smile. "If it's too much right now, we can take it slowly," Kairi teases, and Sora laughs, and Riku blushes, and he looks so cute.

But they love him too much to drive him away with their impatience, even if he was thickheaded enough not to have gotten it, these last long months, but they are willing to wait, and to take their time convincing him.

When they kiss him again, he doesn't pull away.

[fic] - Cardinal Rules

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 06:48:35 GMT

Title: Cardinal Rules
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Pairings: none

x-posted to

kh_drabble

Disclaimer: nothing’s mine.

Cardinal Rules

This time, Kairi is at the centre. Riku is at the left. Sinistra. Sinister. Notquiteright.

No.

And Sora is always right.

Kairi. In the middle. First dividing then reuniting them. Holding their hands together, she prayed for the strength of hearts to persevere despite the pitch black that was tugging at his heart, taking over, swallowing him whole.

It would come from his left. Always.

No. This time, Kairi was right. And he should have heard her. He should have listened, damn it!

Because this, he thinks with a look in the mirror, is what happens when you don’t.

Next time, he will be in the right. He promises, he swears. It is not superstition; it is not a game.

These things happen on purpose, don’t you know?

Last rotation. We stop this now.

Sora is in the centre. And there, he will remain.

Sora is holding his hand and her hand—their hands and everyone’s—because only Sora can.

Like this, they lay down, by the sun, by the sea.

And time can stop. The world can end.

Right here, right now.

And they would not feel a thing.

fin

(the world, it feels, has finally begun)

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 06:55:22 GMT

Long time lurker, first time poster. :D Hi! *wavewave*

Title: Woodwind
Theme: #33, Cold, for kingdom100
Word Count: 519
Rating: PG
Spoilers: KH2
Summary: Because nobody can expect you to keep fighting forever. (Riku/Sora/Kairi)

( Woodwind )

OT3 arts

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 04:14:22 GMT

Title: Tricolor
Artist: lynxgriffin
Characters: Sora/Riku/Kairi
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Comments: Because if there's anything more delicious than Sora sammiches or Riku sammiches, it's Kairi sammiches! XD
This was drawn for yume_no_kage as part of a meme, so she gets the original. Done with colored pencils. I tried to do something different here: use base colors for each character (blue for Riku, pink for Kairi, purple for Sora) and then color on top of that. I...don't know if it worked. Kind of a weird effect. o_o Regardless, Yume, I hope you like it!
(Crossposted to dA, kh_het and khxart...I apologize profusely, flist!)

It's finished!

Fri, 31 Aug 2007 18:50:04 GMT

Remember that one minute tid-bit of a video I made forever ago? Well, it's finished!...As in I probably won't be working on it any more, and found a good stopping point in the song (2:45) and had a nice conclusion. There are a few non-synched parts that are bugging the cooties out of me, but eh, my first video, and I'm proud of it anyway :)

Triptych (I've only uploaded it to youtube so far)

My next GMV/AMV/whateverMV will probably be to Enya or Loreena Mckinnet

Off to D*Con~

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 21:45:19 GMT

Alright...

I would like to write some OT3 love, so I am putting up requests for drabble prompts. Now, we all know the pairing... =D but the rating... I'm not going to go over R. Don't have it in me at the moment.

The first 3 (three) will get a drabble. Might take me a bit to write them, but they'll get done.

Done and DONE! Sorry no one really got the R rating... O.o the muses had other plans...^^: Hope you all still liked.

craziness

Thu, 31 May 2007 03:48:24 GMT

So, Im sure almost everyone has heard about the LJ strikethrough 07. (Hundreds of communities and accounts that do NOT glorify/encourage/rationalize/support child pornography or other illegal activities have been suspended permanently and deleted.) For those of you who don't know here are some links and some ways to get involved. The 7 day plan seems to be the most organized and well planned course of action at this point. Im talking Harry Potter fiction and book discussion groups are getting deleted indiscriminately and our communities are at risk here peoples!

fandom_counts stand up and be counted among the fandom members who protest being lumped in with pedophiles.

http://bookshop.livejournal.com/825239.html

The seven day plan is an organized protesting plan.

Here is a journal where you can get banners, icons and news links. innocence_jihad

SHORT FIC - Learning Curve - Sora/Riku/Kairi

Fri, 18 May 2007 20:56:56 GMT

Learning Curve
NSFW, ♥

Sometimes it was a little difficult being in a threesome.

♥ Enjoy, and comment, please? ♥

Sun, 13 May 2007 17:40:16 GMT

I'm feeling like Destiny Trio love, so I propose to write drabble/ficlets with a prompt.

The first (3) three.

^_^

The Roleplay Generator for Sora

Tue, 08 May 2007 00:00:45 GMT

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All applicants must be 18 and older. Thank you for your interest!

[Fic]Bright enough to blind.

Mon, 07 May 2007 16:09:48 GMT

Title: Bright Enough to Blind
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,838
A/N: Set post KH2, sometimes even the moonlight is bright enough to blind.
For prompt:- Sora/Riku/Kairi: Blindfold - "wrap the night around me"

There are times when the sultry evenings have given way to true night, bright and clear and silent, with the stars awash across the heavens like the foam on the waves below; times when the moon is brighter and more pure than any sun-star, that he goes down to the beach and sits at the edge of the water watching the breakers roll.

He tosses off his jacket and seats himself on the sand, his toes curling and uncurling, digging patterns in the white. It feels like nothing, like the world has fallen away to just him and the waves and the play of moonlight on the water. If he closes his eyes it's like being back in the kingdom of darkness, on a silver beach with the light of Heaven shining untouchable far away. Just the memory of it twists inside of him and makes his eyes ache and his heart burn.

He picks at the strip of cloth he holds in one hand, wrapped tight around his palm so that it nips the skin between his thumb and forefinger. The end of it is loose and he pulls at it, unwinding it slowly until he can stretch it tight between his fists, testing the strength of the fabric. It's black ribbon, so dense that its weave denies all light. He snaps it tight and clenches his fingers around the trailing ends.

Sometimes it hurts so bad.

Sometimes when he's walking along the beach with the hot wind in his hair and the scent of the palm trees rough and sweet and earthen in his nose, when he can hear the children playing and the birds crying and Sora joking and Kairi dancing; when she turns her head and her laughter on the wind almost breaks his heart. She's so beautiful and gentle he wants to fall to his knees and kiss her hands.

He knows then that he is not worthy of them. He with his darkness and his guilt and his tainted, dirty heart. He is strong and capable and he will do the things that need doing because someone has to. Better that he with his blood-stained hands be the one to touch the darkness than them, because their light should never have to see the things that he has seen. Do the things that he has done.

"Riku...?"

The voice almost makes him jump, and it is hard to resist the urge to hide somewhere, somehow, in this clean, open stretch of beach.

"What are you doing...?"

He turns and they are there. Sora's eyes full of the reflected starlight, the smile that curves his lips touched with concern, Kairi peering from around his shoulder. He does not know how they came so close without him noticing, but then, he has always been blind to them.

He makes to speak and finds silence instead. To tell them why he is here, but there are no words for the darkness that he feels coiling inside him. No words for the yearning, for the pride, for the emptiness that twists and the desperate, debilitating fear of losing them that unmans him quite so completely.

Sora's eyes fall to the cloth in his hands, to the blindfold he wore so long ago, the symbol of all his sins. Riku's fists clench around it, drawing it into his lap as though he can hide it from them.

"I..." he says, and Kairi steps forward, around Sora, shoving him lightly on the shoulder to move him. Sora glances at her, his face a comical mask of surprise.

"Riku?" she says, kneeling in the sand between his knees. He looks up at her, feeling that terrible, treacherous weakness tightening his throat. He can see the glow of their far-off homes reflected in her eyes so warm and bright it almost blinds him.

"I," he says, and her hands settle on his knees, squeezing softly. "I can't..."

She smiles and it burns.

"It's..."

It's all too much, he wants to say. You're too bright. It's all too bright. It hurts my eyes.

Instead, the words fail, catching in his throat like stones. He looks down at the sand between them, at the grains of it that cling to her knees and the hem of her dress. Her skin is so smooth and suddenly he wants to touch her. Instead he tightens his fists and the cloth between his fingers creaks with the pressure.

"Riku!" says Sora suddenly. "Come on, Riku. It's okay. You can tell us."

He wants to snap at Sora, because that's all of the problem, all of it, and sometimes Sora just doesn't get that everything can't be fixed with a smile and a hug and a stupid promise. Promises damn you to hell and bind you so tight you can't breathe because you can't keep them but you can't not. You can't break a promise like that but you shouldn't have made it in the first place because you don't have what it takes to keep it.

Instead he says, "What would you know, dumbass?"

Sora jumps indignantly, bristling and Riku wants to laugh-cry at the familiarity of it.

"You two..." Kairi says, and her voice is almost lost beneath the rush and hiss of the waves.

Sora winces and Riku reaches out a hand to place it gently on top of her own.

"Sorry," he whispers and that makes her shake her head and squeeze his knees again beneath her tiny palms.

"Is that it?" asks Sora suddenly. "Is it that again? It's that blindfold isn't it? It just keeps on reminding you of the darkness. You should throw it away, Riku."

"I can't," he replies quietly.

He expects Sora to reply, to argue, to contradict him, but instead there is silence and from the shift of Kairi's shadow he sees her exchange glances with the other youth.

"It's okay, Riku, we understand," she says, and it makes him want to take her in his arms and bury his face in her softness and just hide away. "The darkness, it's a part of you. But it isn't you. It will never be you, and it never was. You're you. And whoever, or whatever that is, we love you."

Sometimes, he just wants to cry, because she's so damned beautiful, and he doesn't deserve this, them, anything. Instead, he deliberately makes himself loosen the grip he has on her hand because he must be hurting her with his strength, even though she hasn't said anything.

"I want..." he whispers. "I...sometimes. It just. It's just too bright." And then he hangs his head, looking down at the sand, and refuses to look up again in case he sees the inevitable in her eyes.

"Hush," she says, pulling her hands from his, and for a cold-terror moment he thinks she will leave him. "Give it to me."

She pulls at his fingers, uncurling them from the length of cloth and pulling the material from his grasp. He lets her take it, because even if she throws it away he knows it will come back to him. But she doesn't throw it away. Instead she pushes his chin up with the back of her hand so that he has to look at her face, and she smiles that blinding, beautiful smile of hers.

"If you prefer the night, that's okay too. We'll still be here."

Softly, so softly, she stretches the black cloth between her hands and leans forward to lay it over his eyes. He feels her shift up onto her knees so that she can reach around the back of his head to tie the ends. Her hands are soft as she smoothes his hair flat beneath the knot and then she sits back on her heels.

"Is that better?" she says and it hurts, it hurts so much that he thinks he might cry and he's glad of the blindfold because it will hide his tears.

He wants to speak, wants to tell them both how much it hurts, but that it hurts because they love him and not because they don't, and that he'd do anything, anything for them if only they'd ask. But he doesn't, because the words won't come and all he can do is nod his head, his mouth open to mask the ragged breath that would otherwise sound suspiciously like he was losing it.

He feels her hands on his arms, the smooth warmth of her palms running over his skin and when she leans forward to kiss him all he can think is how soft she is. Her kiss is gentle and sweet, her hands lifting to rest on his cheeks, fingers lacing between the strands of his hair. He breathes in the nearness of her, the heat and the scent of the raspberry soap she uses, and his hands come up to rest on her hips.

She draws back and he wonders if it is over, and doesn't dare to ask in case it is. She shifts and he feels the flex of muscles beneath skin, hears the puffing sigh of shifting sand beneath Sora's feet as he approaches. He feels the youth settle behind him, his knees on either side of Riku's slim hips, and draws in a deep breath as the boy's hands slip around his flanks and up his chest.

Sora's lips are soft on his neck and his breath washes hot as he whispers, "S'okay. We get it. If you need it, that's okay. We'll do whatever you need."

And that is how he surrenders to them as the tightness in his chest overwhelms him and he lets his head fall back and his shoulders rest against Sora's chest. Kairi's lips are on his cheeks and his mouth, and her fingers are tracing the swell of his muscles making his breath turn ragged with more than tears.

Between them they wrap the night around him in soft touches and gentle caresses, kisses that trail across his skin and the enfolding warmth of their arms encircling him. Later, when he comes beneath Sora's insistent fingers and Kairi's lips, his cry stolen away by her kiss, he does not fall because they are both there to catch him.

Afterwards he lies back in Sora's embrace, Kairi a gentle weight across his thighs, and they listen to the lap and hiss of the waves on the sand together. They do not speak, and when Riku reaches up and pulls the blindfold from his eyes, blinking against the moonlight, Kairi leans up to take the fabric from his hands and kiss his eyelids softly. She does not mention the taste of salt beneath her lips, or the shudder that passes through him as he pulls her tight against his chest and leans them both back into Sora's arms.

They lie together in a darkness made beautiful by the stars burning high overhead, and it seems to them all that the moonlight on the water is bright enough to blind.

It's that time again...

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 08:16:33 GMT

I have been needing inspiration lately and I'm sort of stuck on the one-shots I promised a little while back, so I'm back to taking drabble requests. Since this is an OT3 community, I'm willing to do the following: SoRiKai, SoKai, RiKai, SoRi

Just give me something to work with -

Prompt:
Rating: (Yes, I will do NC-17.)
Genre:

I still don't write steadily, and it's been a while, so request at your own risk. I will take a total of 10 requests. First come first serve.

EDIT: I still need two more!