Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ You're such a Beautiful Disaster ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

You're such a Beautiful Disaster

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By the way I think you all know whata pickle ball is...if you don't, it's a kind of sport that involves a ballwith holesand two bats. It's like a slower version of tennis.

Riku immediately threw the curtains close again. He took a VERY deep breath before drawing those bright yellow sheets just a little bit, peeking out at Sora's new neighbor.

Surely heaven was more just.

He saw that stupid (but hot) new principal of his in the other house, in clear visibility, unbuttoning his blouse nonchalantly as the brunette peered down to his desktop...probably checking his e-mail or something. Riku pried no more.

He closed the curtain. He heard Sora mumbling as he turned.

“Riku...?” The latter neared the bed and took, warmly, Sora's out-stretched hand, intertwining their fingers, he kissed the chestnut-haired man's fingers.

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Cloud sighed. He was just done with 3E's P.E, he was wet, his back was drenched in sweat from running around shouting at people to stop trying to kill each other with the stupid little plastic balls, and he had vowed never to touch another pickle ball again unless his job depended on it. Which most probably did. He cursed silently, reaching down to pick up one of those cursed little balls when he felt a very familiar icy glare rest on him. He straightened up, fixing up a fake smile in the process.

“Good morning to you too, Riku.”

There was a scoff, before the tall third year stalked off.

Cloud sighed the second time in five minutes.

He continued picking up after the little nightmares he called students.

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Squall sat in his office, looking out the window, still obsessing over the thought of wanting to possess the smaller brunette who was currently teaching in the class down the hall. He sighed aloud, shifting his gaze back to the papers he was supposed to sign.

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“The English Teacher, by J.K Narayan. Turn to page twenty two, class.” Sora flipped through the book's contents nonchalantly as he leaned against the desk, waiting for his class to settle down. When his ears were finally greeted by silence, he flashed the class one of his heart-breaking smiles, before continuing, “Tidus! From where we last stopped!”

The boy started, shooting up from his seat and holding the book over his face, he started reading.

“`Hostel bathrooms are hell on earth...'”

He heard sniggering from Riku's corner of the class. He sighed, unable to make eye contact with the silver-haired teen; he walked over, lightly tapping the younger male on the head with the book in his hand.

“You really shouldn't be reading Rock Magazines in class, Riku. Especially in MY class.” He reached past Riku's hands, prying the magazine away from his young lover's; he made his way back to the front of the class. He laid the offensive piece of reading material on his desk before gesturing for Tidus to continue.

“`...At this moment a door opened and someone came out dripping...”

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It was after recess, and Cloud was with his eyes closed and leaning back in his seat (one would think he was half dead), he sighed for the forty-fifth time in two and a half hours.

“What's troubling Mr. Sunshine today?” Sora propped himself on his palm, elbows on the table, peering into the next cubicle, noisily sipping his coffee. Cloud let out a grunt that strangely sounded like a broken garden hose.

“Your cute little boyfriend.” Sora started, rolling over to Cloud's cubicle to slap the back of his head.

“NOT SO LOUD.”

“I think he hates me. No, I KNOW he hates me. He's making my P.E lessons hell, Sora.” He took a deep breath, choking on a fake sob, he grabbed Sora's light blue sleeve and buried his face in his shoulder.

“Save me, Sora!”

“It's not that bad, Cloud! I'm sure he's just...protective of me...It'll go away...” Sora cooed, patting the spiky blonde head on his shoulder.

“I bet you're damn proud of it.” Cloud was sniggering, patting Sora's shoulder with his free hand, he laughed out loud before he took another deep breath and his left thumb on Sora's cheek, letting his fingers rest on the intersection of the latter's neck.

“You're so lucky, Sora.”

Sora then did a very un-Sora-ish thing.

He giggled.

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“You have to read more, Riku. I can't help you if you don't want to help yourself, you know?” Sora sighed, placing “The English Teacher” on his beloved coffee table, he settled down next to the silver-haired teenager.

“Let's get married, Sora.” Riku whispered, slipping his arms around his lover's slender waist, burying his face in his hair.

He was answered with laughter and a playful whack on the arm.

“What for, Riku?” Letting out another chuckle as Riku planted kisses all over his face.

“For love, Sora. So we can do it every night.” Another playful smack on the arm.

Another kiss found its way to Sora's collar bone, warm lips lingering there for a moment before moving onto his chest.

“You're so beautiful, Sora.”

The remark earned a chuckle from the latter, and a kiss on the younger male's forehead. Their kisses from gentle slow meetings progressed to passionate tongue battles, Riku's hands running down Sora's sides, Sora trying very hard to keep his self control and stifle his moans.

Riku gently lowered the brunette down onto the couch, his fingers making quick work of his lover's shirt and pants.

“So...bloody...beautiful...” He breathed into Sora's ear, his tongue trailing the outer shell of his teacher's ear. He was about to slip his hand past the waistband of his partner's pants when...

...The door bell rang.

The two cursed, hurriedly slipping on their clothes, when they heard knocking on the door. Sora swore he would put a “DO NOT DISTURB” sign on the front door next time.

“COMING!”

The knocking ceased for a moment, and Riku, still slipping on his pants hopped to the door, flipping it open, he shouted a string of curses at the man when he was greeted with stormy silver blue eyes.

Then he stopped.

“P-principal?”

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