Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ To Mate ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Nine Tailed Mistress 
An interesting first night
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Supernatural / Romance / Fantasy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.13.2008 | Updated On: 09.30.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 368 | Status: Completed
An interesting first night
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Supernatural / Romance / Fantasy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.13.2008 | Updated On: 09.30.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 368 | Status: Completed
Chapter 2
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It was hard for Riku to believe that everything from the previous day, even with the cinnamon haired boy standing at his door with a bright smile, was real. This boy, Sora, reminded him of an excited puppy, with his innocent and curious eyes and his constantly cheerful mood. Riku took his shoes off and placed his bag next to the door while Sora, clad in a blue apron, played the typical housewife part. The boy took Riku's coat and put it on a coat hanger then placed it in the closet not far from where the platinum blond was standing.
“Welcome Home Riku! Would you like dinner first or a bath?” He asked, staring eagerly at the other. Riku, to say the least, was flabbergasted. After living alone for the last year he wasn't used to this sort of treatment.
“Dinner, I guess...” he said, trailing off, still feeling awkward about the whole situation. Sora nodded then walked into the kitchen, hurriedly placing bowls and dishes on the table. Riku strode in after him, watching with mild interest as the small boy set two bowls of miso soup on the table. Sapphire orbs looked into bright aqua, searching for an sort of response. He received none as the silver haired man sat down. Sora took the seat across the table, Riku took his chopsticks in hand then put put his palms together.
“Thanks for the food,” was all he said as he began to eat, putting scoops of rice into his mouth. Sora mimicked his actions, but started his meal with the fried fish he prepared. As they ate Sora stared at Riku's face, waiting for any sort of reaction. The silence was becoming deafening to Sora, so the timid boy took up the initiative to start a conversation.
“Do you like it?” His voice was soft and uncertain as he looked at the aqua eyed man. The other nodded, not saying a word. Sora pressed on, “Is there anything in particular you would like to eat tomorrow?” Riku shrugged, still silent. Pursing his lips, the brunette though hard about what to say next. “Your mom probably makes better food, I know my mom does, but I'll try my hardest to do better.” Finally Riku glanced up then set his bowl down, sighing.
“It's fine, I don't usually eat home cooked meals so this is good enough.”
'What does he mean “good enough”? Does that mean it's bad? Like it's better compared to instant noodles, but not good enough to be praised?' Sora wondered, continuing to stare at the platinum blond. As Riku finished his meal, setting his bowl on the table, he stood without even shooting a glance at the other.
“I have homework to do, so I'll be in my room if you need anything.” The silver haired boy left, disappearing into his room. Sighing sadly, Sora slumped over, resting his chin on the table.
“I don't think he likes me very much.” With another sigh Sora stood and set to work putting the dirty dishes in the sink and filling it with water. He drummed his fingers on the counter, pursing his lips with a thoughtful look on his face.
'Is he always like this?' The boy wondered silently to himself. Shaking his head he focused on the task before him. When he finished the few plates and bowels, as well as the chopsticks and spoons, he made his way to Riku's room. Hesitatingly he slipped in staring at Riku's back intently, wordlessly.
“Is there something you wanted?” The light haired boy asked, still working diligently. Sora's face flushed and he looked down, embarrassed.
“I was wondering if you wanted me to draw a bath for you?” He peeked at the older male through his bangs, bashful and feeling slightly awkward. The other sighed and nodded, closing his eyes as he stretched.
Sora nodded in return, smiling as he scampered from the room and to the bathroom across the hall. He filled the tub happily, humming softly to himself as he bounced his heels. Testing the temperature of the water, it felt warm and soothing to the touch. With a satisfied nod he slipped back into Riku's room.
“You're bath is ready.” Riku looked at Sora over his shoulder and nodded. Standing with a groan, he made his way past the boy, who excitedly followed him. The platinum blond stopped abruptly, causing the small brunette to bump into him. He turned and stared down into bright, innocent looking sapphire eyes.
“What do you think you're doing?” His voice and gaze even. Sora blushed again.
“I was... going to... wash your back...” He trailed off, bashful and meek. Riku raised an eyebrow at this.
“Why is it, Sora,” he began, then continued as he leaned down to eye level with the boy, “that you act like my wife?” The brunette stared into aqua orbs, entranced and speechless. The blond grew impatient and leaned in closer. “Well?” Sora couldn't find the words so had to forcibly look away. Long fingers curled around the sapphire eyed boy's chin and turned his face back to look into those bedazzling aqua eyes. “Well, Sora?”
“I-I...” He stuttered, but stopped himself. “My... mother always did this for my father, back home.” Riku sighed.
“So I'm assuming your mom was a house wife?” The boy nodded and the blond straightened, nodding as well. “That explains a lot.” Long fingers ran through silver locks. “Look, you don't need to do stuff like this for me Sora, it's not like I'm incapable of doing it myself.” He leaned over again to look at Sora's downcast face. “Understand?” The slighter nodded, thoroughly embarrassed. Riku smiled and nodded, patting the spiky head of hair in a gesture of comfort before turning to walk into the bathroom.
“But... I want to...” The boy said loudly, drawing the other's attention back to him.
“What?” A silver brow rose in question.
“Well you're busy with school work, so... the less you have to do the easier it is for you, so I want to help in anyway I can.” Sora's bright blue eyes showed determination as he looked at Riku, a glimmer of hope under the surface, that Riku wouldn't reject his pure and innocent intentions. The platinum blond was surprised at this bold behavior, but sighed and smiled at the smaller man.
“Well what am I supposed to say to that?” Sora brightened and stepped forward. “But you aren't washing my back.” Riku promptly closed the door in Sora's face while the other pouted.
“But, Riku!”
That was how Riku Tanaka came to live with Sora Strife, an innocent cinamon haired ball of joy and love. Who could possibly turn that face away?
~*~Author's Corner~*~
Again, I cannot express my gratitude to all of those of you who reviewed, I'm trying my best to update once a week, preferably on Sundays or Mondays. Please tell me what you think of my story so far.
Thank you.
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It was hard for Riku to believe that everything from the previous day, even with the cinnamon haired boy standing at his door with a bright smile, was real. This boy, Sora, reminded him of an excited puppy, with his innocent and curious eyes and his constantly cheerful mood. Riku took his shoes off and placed his bag next to the door while Sora, clad in a blue apron, played the typical housewife part. The boy took Riku's coat and put it on a coat hanger then placed it in the closet not far from where the platinum blond was standing.
“Welcome Home Riku! Would you like dinner first or a bath?” He asked, staring eagerly at the other. Riku, to say the least, was flabbergasted. After living alone for the last year he wasn't used to this sort of treatment.
“Dinner, I guess...” he said, trailing off, still feeling awkward about the whole situation. Sora nodded then walked into the kitchen, hurriedly placing bowls and dishes on the table. Riku strode in after him, watching with mild interest as the small boy set two bowls of miso soup on the table. Sapphire orbs looked into bright aqua, searching for an sort of response. He received none as the silver haired man sat down. Sora took the seat across the table, Riku took his chopsticks in hand then put put his palms together.
“Thanks for the food,” was all he said as he began to eat, putting scoops of rice into his mouth. Sora mimicked his actions, but started his meal with the fried fish he prepared. As they ate Sora stared at Riku's face, waiting for any sort of reaction. The silence was becoming deafening to Sora, so the timid boy took up the initiative to start a conversation.
“Do you like it?” His voice was soft and uncertain as he looked at the aqua eyed man. The other nodded, not saying a word. Sora pressed on, “Is there anything in particular you would like to eat tomorrow?” Riku shrugged, still silent. Pursing his lips, the brunette though hard about what to say next. “Your mom probably makes better food, I know my mom does, but I'll try my hardest to do better.” Finally Riku glanced up then set his bowl down, sighing.
“It's fine, I don't usually eat home cooked meals so this is good enough.”
'What does he mean “good enough”? Does that mean it's bad? Like it's better compared to instant noodles, but not good enough to be praised?' Sora wondered, continuing to stare at the platinum blond. As Riku finished his meal, setting his bowl on the table, he stood without even shooting a glance at the other.
“I have homework to do, so I'll be in my room if you need anything.” The silver haired boy left, disappearing into his room. Sighing sadly, Sora slumped over, resting his chin on the table.
“I don't think he likes me very much.” With another sigh Sora stood and set to work putting the dirty dishes in the sink and filling it with water. He drummed his fingers on the counter, pursing his lips with a thoughtful look on his face.
'Is he always like this?' The boy wondered silently to himself. Shaking his head he focused on the task before him. When he finished the few plates and bowels, as well as the chopsticks and spoons, he made his way to Riku's room. Hesitatingly he slipped in staring at Riku's back intently, wordlessly.
“Is there something you wanted?” The light haired boy asked, still working diligently. Sora's face flushed and he looked down, embarrassed.
“I was wondering if you wanted me to draw a bath for you?” He peeked at the older male through his bangs, bashful and feeling slightly awkward. The other sighed and nodded, closing his eyes as he stretched.
Sora nodded in return, smiling as he scampered from the room and to the bathroom across the hall. He filled the tub happily, humming softly to himself as he bounced his heels. Testing the temperature of the water, it felt warm and soothing to the touch. With a satisfied nod he slipped back into Riku's room.
“You're bath is ready.” Riku looked at Sora over his shoulder and nodded. Standing with a groan, he made his way past the boy, who excitedly followed him. The platinum blond stopped abruptly, causing the small brunette to bump into him. He turned and stared down into bright, innocent looking sapphire eyes.
“What do you think you're doing?” His voice and gaze even. Sora blushed again.
“I was... going to... wash your back...” He trailed off, bashful and meek. Riku raised an eyebrow at this.
“Why is it, Sora,” he began, then continued as he leaned down to eye level with the boy, “that you act like my wife?” The brunette stared into aqua orbs, entranced and speechless. The blond grew impatient and leaned in closer. “Well?” Sora couldn't find the words so had to forcibly look away. Long fingers curled around the sapphire eyed boy's chin and turned his face back to look into those bedazzling aqua eyes. “Well, Sora?”
“I-I...” He stuttered, but stopped himself. “My... mother always did this for my father, back home.” Riku sighed.
“So I'm assuming your mom was a house wife?” The boy nodded and the blond straightened, nodding as well. “That explains a lot.” Long fingers ran through silver locks. “Look, you don't need to do stuff like this for me Sora, it's not like I'm incapable of doing it myself.” He leaned over again to look at Sora's downcast face. “Understand?” The slighter nodded, thoroughly embarrassed. Riku smiled and nodded, patting the spiky head of hair in a gesture of comfort before turning to walk into the bathroom.
“But... I want to...” The boy said loudly, drawing the other's attention back to him.
“What?” A silver brow rose in question.
“Well you're busy with school work, so... the less you have to do the easier it is for you, so I want to help in anyway I can.” Sora's bright blue eyes showed determination as he looked at Riku, a glimmer of hope under the surface, that Riku wouldn't reject his pure and innocent intentions. The platinum blond was surprised at this bold behavior, but sighed and smiled at the smaller man.
“Well what am I supposed to say to that?” Sora brightened and stepped forward. “But you aren't washing my back.” Riku promptly closed the door in Sora's face while the other pouted.
“But, Riku!”
That was how Riku Tanaka came to live with Sora Strife, an innocent cinamon haired ball of joy and love. Who could possibly turn that face away?
~*~Author's Corner~*~
Again, I cannot express my gratitude to all of those of you who reviewed, I'm trying my best to update once a week, preferably on Sundays or Mondays. Please tell me what you think of my story so far.
Thank you.