Pieces that Fall into Place: Chapter Six
Author: Maho Kiwi
Rating: R
Pairing: Sora x Riku
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts. Belong to Disney and Square. Good. Me borrow.
A/N: First off: People should not write Rape Fics. They make me draw pictures like this (http://www.spicedpeaches.com/mypics/kingdom/forkairicol.jpg) that completely ruin the mood I'm trying to set here. Pff.
Secondly: Why does everyone think I'm done? *checks internal PtFiP clock* Dude . it's only Wednesday . Sora's parents aren't due back until Sunday. You think I'd end this and make you all imagine four days of stuff? What kind of author do you think I am? And I wonder why everybody is having problems with chapter four . I uploaded them at the same time as the others, hmmm
As for the future of this fic:
Okay, So I know it got a little whiny cry . damn . cry-y last chapter, which was cool when I wrote it, but as I sat and thought about it on my grandmother's couch at four a.m trying to ignore my little brother talking in his sleep, it occurred to me that I listed this fic as Romance/Humor, which is part of the reason why Kairi was not trying to break them up like she does in almost every other fic. I /like/ Kairi. She's sweet. She's like . female Sora. She really doesn't have anything to do with my story, tho', so we probably wont see her again. The anti-angst thread is also what makes Riku's parents what they are in this fic. If Riku's 'rents totally turn you off, then I apologize and invite you to remember that I want my fic to be lighthearted. With that, I apologize for the fact that this fic starts out serious and sappy.
Sora. King of Mood Swings.
Kawaii Karen: While writing the fic over from Riku's POV would be interesting, I'm not sure I could do it. Half of the fun of this was trying to imagine what Sora was imagining Riku was thinking. Does that make sense? Anyway, if I wrote it in Riku, I'd already know what Sora was thinking, because I wrote it from his POV first, and I'd have to pretend I didn't know what Sora was thinking . when you write in first person it's really hard not to get invested in the character. And everybody who's anybody knows that Knuckles is /way/ faster than Sonic. So sadly, yes, Sonic the Hedgehog can run faster than I update, but not by much. ^.^
Many thanks to Uzumaki, who write reviews that make me feel warm and fuzzy because they lay out what I'm doing right. I will attempt to continue to do these things. And your story is very cool. Go Mulan!
To the other many people who wrote to tell me that they like my fic: I love you. You are all generous and loving and I wish you love, life and happiness and I would list all of your names but that would take up a lot of space and seeing as my a/n is half a page already-*breathes*
Finally, To Joanna D. I just thought I'd mention your name, and the fact that everybody should go read all your stories because they are better than mine, and there are more of them. Especially the one about the paisley horses.
***
We were unpleasantly awoken at 5:30 when the slamming of the downstairs door heralded the return of Riku's parents from work.
Okay, the slamming of the door and the shouted:
"Riku! Sora! We're home!"
Riku groaned and rolled onto his back, yawning.
"Welcome home! We'll be down in a bit!"
"Okay sweetie! Hurry though, I need to talk to you!"
"Okay mom!"
I kept my eyes tightly closed. The shouting back and fourth, especially Riku's part, since he was shouting next to my ear, was starting to hurt my head. I whapped him with a pillow.
"Shaddup"
"Do /you/ want her coming up here to check on us?" he response was muffled beneath the pillow. I thought about this for a moment, before ducking my head under the pillow as well.
"No. I want no one to enter or leave this room ever again." I gave him a quick kiss and grinned at him.
He smiled and removed the pillow from our heads.
"okay"
"Mmmm" I snuggled into his chest, my arms wrapping around his waist, feeling the heat from his body. That was one of the things I was learning to appreciate about him, his incredible warmth.
After a few minutes of heat leeching I looked up at my beautiful angel. He had his eyes closed, and looked very peaceful, and he was . crying? I crawled up so I was level with his face and kissed the tears off his cheeks. They were warm as well, and tasted of salt and him.
"Hey . what's wrong?" I asked softly. He opened his eyes and smiled at me.
"Nothing's wrong. Its just ." he sighed and looked at the ceiling "Do you have any idea how hard the last three days have been for me? I mean, to have the one person-" he turned and kissed my nose "that you are completely crazy about, in your house, sleeping in your bed-" his voice faltered a bit "sitting on your lap, prancing around without their underwear-"
"It was an accident! And I was not prancing! /And/ I said I was sorry!" I cut in, but he shushed me with a wave of his hand.
"And you can't do anything but . well, watch them? I was practically dying!" he turned and looked at me "which I suppose you knew"
I looked down guiltily, then back up at him through my bangs, hoping I looked cute, innocent, and forgivable.
"Sorry?"
He laughed at my pitiful expression and titled my chin with his hand.
"My point was, what we just did ." he leaned in and kissed me, "I /really/ needed." I smiled teasingly at him.
"Ah yes, you caved to the sexual tension. I am Master!" I declared. He frowned disapprovingly
"Your game, again?"
"What can I say, competitive to the last."
He stuck his tongue out at me. I raised an eyebrow.
"Ooo . is that a promise?" he grinned back at me.
"Later. Better go see what mom wants."
"Awwww . " I pouted, as he tossed my underwear at my head.
"You'll want those"
***
We took a moment to make sure we looked presentable, then walked down the stairs.
Riku's father sat in an armchair, reading the paper, his mom was bustling about in the kitchen-I could hear pots clanking and such.
Riku's parents. Maybe mid thirties. They were young, as parents go. But then, I guess, so were mine. And Tidus's. And Wakka's. I guess that's just how people did things on this island. Got married young. (Would Riku and I get married?)
While not typical parents, they fit into the house very well, and they suited Riku. His father was one of those men who refused to believe they were getting older. During his spare time, which wasn't much, he went rock climbing, or diving off the east coast of the island. He often took Riku with him, which fueled my friend's desire for greatness, and physical prowess. Riku's mother was all about appearance, but light and happy, not overbearing and forceful like those horrible TV mothers. Her hair was a light honey color that offset brilliantly from her green eyes. She loved to pamper Riku, and had one near-heart attack after another as she listened to our stories of adventure, his father laughing and congratulating us in the background. One of my favorite dinner games, when I was younger, was trying to see what parts of Riku I could find in his parents. I wondered if he did the same at my house.
"Oh, boys hello I need to . " his mother started, walking into the room. I was suddenly aware of a dreadful silence, as both Riku's parents stared up at us. Panicked, I looked at him, he seemed just as confused as I did.
" . What?" Riku asked. There was another long silence during which I mentally wrote my last will and testament. There was something eerie and knowing about this silence. I nearly fell over as Riku's father laughed, and his mother squealed excitedly, putting her hands up to her mouth.
"Oh, Riku honey! That's wonderful!" she was nearly bouncing with happiness. I looked up at Riku again, his face was twisted in an adorable, yet understandable, expression of complete confusion.
"What's-"
"Well, son, while I don't approve that sort of activity in our house," His father re opened his paper and stared at the words, pretending to read. "I suppose if you had to, this would be the place I'd want you to do it. I hope you had a good time."
Riku scratched the back of his head nervously. "Um, what activity is that, Dad?" His father looked at us from the corner of his eye, raising an eyebrow.
"Sex, of course"
I really did fall over this time. Both Riku and I were completely dazed.
"Gahhh.we didn't, we weren't, um, how . how did you, how . /how/?" Riku managed
"Oh, sweetheart, the two of you are positively glowing!" he mother crooned, coming over and ruffling my hair affectionately and giving Riku's shoulders a light squeeze.
"Besides that, you smell like it" his father quietly interjected from his chair.
"And I'm just sooo happy for you. I know how much he means to you." His mother continued, shooting her husband a disapproving look. She turned and beamed at me. I flushed.
"Um. So, so you don't mind, then. I mean, you knew? That Riku .uh . liked me? And that . that doesn't bother you?" I stammered. The three of them regarded me with raised eyebrows.
"Well, no, Sora. Why would it?" His father asked, I got the feeling he was disappointed in me.
"You know we like you, Sora. We've always tried to make you feel welcome." His mother tilted her head and looked at me with a slight crinkle in her eyebrows.
"No, I mean, I do . feel welcome. It's just that . you know, we're both, well . we're both guys. That doesn't bother you? " I couldn't believe I had to explain that to them. Riku's parents exchanged the same raised eyebrow look.
"Sora ." Riku was leaning on the railing of the staircase, "Both my parents and I have known I was gay since I was ten." He smiled at me. I went into rapid-blink mode. Whozamawhatazama? Excuse me?
"We love our son for who he is, Sora. Can't you understand that?" His father asked me.
"No, I mean, Yes. That's great! Just-well . " I paused.
"Well, what, honey?" His mother leaned down a bit and smiled at me. Like she was talking to some shy four year old. I turned to Riku.
"Why didn't you tell me? I-I thought I was your best friend . why ..?" he sighed and fidgeted a bit.
"I . I didn't know what you'd think of me .."
"I was your best friend!" I knew it was slightly irrational to get so upset over something he had neglected to tell me six years ago, but then again, it was a pretty big something.
"You were nine, Sora."
"I was still your best friend." I felt like I had been left out of some sort of joke, only to find myself at the butt of it. I knew they weren't laughing at me, but I still felt humiliated. I had just about made an ass out of myself just now.
His parents looked back and fourth between the two of us.
"Sora, would you have understood?" his father asked me. "Would you have gone on overnight camping trips, swimming, all those other activities you two did alone together if you knew?"
I looked at the floor. "Well, we'll never know. Will we?" I asked rather quietly. And bitterly. I was still making an ass out of myself. His mother and father looked at each other again, then over to Riku. Their eyes both said the same thing: Why is Sora throwing a bloody temper tantrum?
Or at least that's what I imagined they were thinking.
Riku sighed again and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and laying his head under my chin.
"Don't be mad, Sora. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want to lose you. You were my best friend."
I smiled a little. "Yeah, I think we've established that. That I was your best friend." I wrapped my arm around his waist. "Sorry. For being mad. That wasn't fair."
His parents smiled, his father returning to his paper and his mother returning to the kitchen.
"Um, what was it that she needed to talk to us about?" Riku asked, nodding in the direction of the kitchen.
"Mm? Oh, Your grandmother is having a diner party. She was more than excited that Sora would be coming as well." He father turned the page. Riku looked horrified. This disturbed me.
"Would you like to guess what dinner will be?" Riku's father turned an amused eye on his son.
"Nana's surprise meatloaf." Riku said in complete monotone, his face matching his voice.
"Exactly. Now-Sora, Riku-I have something very important to tell you." He leaned over the arm of the chair and motioned us closer. "Do not, under any circumstances, /eat/ the meatloaf. Do you understand?" Riku's face brightened.
"Really?"
His father nodded solemnly. "Absolutely. I know what goes into that stuff."
"Would you tell that to mom?" Riku asked. His father grinned and called over his shoulder.
"Honey! Could you come here for a moment?" His mother bustled out, carrying a salad in a glass bowl, wrapped in three feet of saran wrap.
"Yes, dear?"
"I've told the boys that they don't have to eat the meatloaf. Just so you know." His mother laughed.
"Don't worry. I plan on sitting next to them, and I am an /expert/ at slipping food under the table to the dog." Riku, his father and I all laughed at this.
"So, what /does/ go into this 'surprise meatloaf'? " I asked.
"Oh, you know," his father said. "Everything."
"Well, yeah . but isn't that normally how you make meatloaf? With a whole buncha stuff?" I asked again.
"No. I mean, /everything/" his father looked at me very seriously. "It's a very dangerous business, eating at your mother's" he told his wife.
She was too busy with the saran wrap to respond.
***
I shifted in my chair . my butt was falling asleep. I had spent the last hour sitting in a hard wooden chair, nodding politely and saying things like 'yes Nana , no Nana, Of course, Nana'. She insisted everyone call her 'Nana'. I pushed the 'surprise meatloaf' around my plate with my fork, giving it the impression that there was less of it. Riku's father leaned over me, reaching for the beans.
"'Scuse my reach, Sora."
"That's okay." He pulled back, and magically, most of my meatloaf was gone. I heard the dog (Mr. Boopsey)(really) licking its lips under the table. On the opposite side of the table, Riku's meatloaf needs were being attended to by his mother.
I grinned down into my plate, a wicked idea springing into my mind. Quietly, I toed my heel of out my shoe. I looked discretely around, nobody had noticed. I slipped the rest of my foot out. Slowly, with precision a drill team would be proud of, I slid my foot across the floor and up Riku's leg. He looked up at me, expression veiled. I smiled secretly at him, moving my foot further up. He looked down and concentrated on his plate.
"Riku?" His head snapped up.
"Tell me all about you and Sora, what suicidal adventures have you been up to lately? Still chasing each other around?" Nana peered at him through her thick glasses.
"Uhhhhheh heh heh . yeah, Nana. Still having-" I slid my foot into his lap. "Having crazy adventures. " he stammered. I munched some salad thoughtfully, very interested in the conversation.
"Yeah, Riku. Tell her about our raft." I slowly massaged his groin with my toes.
He cleared his throat "Oh, yeah. We uh, we made a raft."
"A raft! How wonderful! All by yourself?" massage massage massage.
"Y-yeah. Well, Kairi helped." He shot me a discrete look that said 'I will kill you'
"Kairi! Now, there's a sweet girl. How's she doing, you two still fighting over her?" His grandma peered back and fourth between us.
"Heh, no, no we've gotten that, um, straightened out"
Riku's father laughed abruptly. Riku shot him a panicked look. I dropped my foot out of his lap, afraid we had been found out again.
"What's so funny?"
"You've-you . you've gotten it 'straitened out'. " He laughed. Everybody at the table stared at him "You've . you got .nevermind." He rushed the end of his sentence and concentrated on his salad. Nana looked at Riku's mother.
"Sometimes I worry about that odd husband of yours, Dear."
"Me too, mother. Me too." Riku's dad looked up, a pained look on his face.
"Now, that's not really fair." I smiled. All couples should be able to get along so well.
"Um, " I interjected. "Could you please tell me where the bathroom is?" I smiled politely, hopefully.
"I'll show you, c'mon" Riku stood up and motioned for me to follow. I swear I saw his parents try to hide smiles behind their food. I would never live this down.
I followed my silver haired bishonen down a hallway, we stopped and he pointed to a door at the end of it.
"Thanks." I started past him, but was suddenly slammed into the opposite wall.
"Hey! What do you-" He clamped a hand over my mouth and stared disapprovingly at me.
"What did I say about teasing me like that?" I licked his palm, and he removed his hand.
"I thought I could tease you, as long as I let you touch me later ... " I blinked innocently at him. He smirked back, then leaned in and kissed me. After a few moments he stepped back and smiled suggestively.
"Hungry?" I licked my lips.
"Very."
Grinning, he pulled me into the bathroom.
***
"Goodness! You boys get lost or something?" Nana demanded as we slipped back into our chairs
"Naw, Sora was afraid of the monsters in the hall closet, so we had to go on a monster fighting adventure." Riku said, focusing again on his plate.
"Oh, alright then." Nana nodded, as if this were a normal occurrence. His father looked down from beside me and gave me a little grin. His mother was giggling from across the table. I blinked. What had I gotten myself into?
"Now! Who wants Jello?" Nana asked
***
"Uh, gah, ah . erk! No!" Riku's father twisted violently, scowling.
"Eee! No! Nononononono!" His mother shrieked into my ear. I concentrated hard, sticking my tongue out between my teeth. Riku leapt to his feet.
"Yes! I say it once again; I am The Best!" His little go cart was happily spinning on screen, little digital confetti sprinkling down on it.
We had hooked up the other two controllers to the Gamestation and had spent the evening having a 'family video game night'. So far Riku had won the Star Cup and the Mushroom Cup.
"The /Best/?" his father challenged. "What about me?"
"You haven't beaten me yet!" Riku sassed back. His father put his hand to his chin thoughtfully.
"True . true . c'mon Sora, we can take him together!" He pulled me to my feet.
"Huh? Oh, now come on, that's not fair" Riku pleaded, backing up as his father and I advanced on him.
"Now!" His father roared, pouncing his son, pinning his arms behind his back. Riku struggled violently as his mother and I tickled his unmercifully. While he wasn't nearly as ticklish as I was, you could still get a good reaction out of him if done properly.
"Nooo! Gahahahahah!" Riku kicked his legs (his father was holding him suspended a few inches above the ground anyway) tears running down his cheeks.
"Ahh! It hurts it hurts! Okay! Uncle! Uncle! I give! I give!" Riku laughed, thrashing about. His father released him, all of us laughing. Riku plopped down on the floor, panting and gasping.
"That . that /wasn't/ fair " he rasped.
"Fair? Who said anything about fair? But know this-" his father leaned down and jabbed a finger into his son's face. "You are not invincible." Riku pouted.
"Well, boys, that was wonderfully fun, but I think I'll head off to bed. Honey?" His mother motioned towards the door. "Sleep well boys. Be good." They both smiled at us. I smiled back.
"We will."
After his parents had gone, Riku pulled me close and ran a finger down my cheek.
"What are you wearing to bed?" I looked down at my pajama pants and tee- shirt. It was the same sleepwear I'd been wearing all week.
"Um .not this?" I asked. Riku grinned, pulling my shirt up over my head.
"I thought, since you've finally accepted me" I blushed "that you could sleep like this" he untied my fuzzy pants and let them fall.
"In my underwear? It's winter ." I pouted. I was all for nekkid sleeping, but I didn't want to freeze. He kissed my neck.
"I'll keep you warm"
***
My chapters are getting disturbingly long; this is 11 pages long. Jesus Tap Dancing Christ. Ooo . My computer auto-capitalized 'Christ' . Funny. Now, I know I teased you all, yaoi wise, in this chapter, so for being patient, I reward you with chapter 7.5. Not posted on F-net, because I don't want them to send their Deadly F-net Ninjas after me. You don't have to read it, it has no impact on the plot at all. ( Readers say: This story has a plot? I thought it was just a story about Sora and Riku going after each other . what is this plot you speak of? )You can find it here: http://www.spicedpeaches.com/piecesVII-5.html Enjoy!
Author: Maho Kiwi
Rating: R
Pairing: Sora x Riku
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts. Belong to Disney and Square. Good. Me borrow.
A/N: First off: People should not write Rape Fics. They make me draw pictures like this (http://www.spicedpeaches.com/mypics/kingdom/forkairicol.jpg) that completely ruin the mood I'm trying to set here. Pff.
Secondly: Why does everyone think I'm done? *checks internal PtFiP clock* Dude . it's only Wednesday . Sora's parents aren't due back until Sunday. You think I'd end this and make you all imagine four days of stuff? What kind of author do you think I am? And I wonder why everybody is having problems with chapter four . I uploaded them at the same time as the others, hmmm
As for the future of this fic:
Okay, So I know it got a little whiny cry . damn . cry-y last chapter, which was cool when I wrote it, but as I sat and thought about it on my grandmother's couch at four a.m trying to ignore my little brother talking in his sleep, it occurred to me that I listed this fic as Romance/Humor, which is part of the reason why Kairi was not trying to break them up like she does in almost every other fic. I /like/ Kairi. She's sweet. She's like . female Sora. She really doesn't have anything to do with my story, tho', so we probably wont see her again. The anti-angst thread is also what makes Riku's parents what they are in this fic. If Riku's 'rents totally turn you off, then I apologize and invite you to remember that I want my fic to be lighthearted. With that, I apologize for the fact that this fic starts out serious and sappy.
Sora. King of Mood Swings.
Kawaii Karen: While writing the fic over from Riku's POV would be interesting, I'm not sure I could do it. Half of the fun of this was trying to imagine what Sora was imagining Riku was thinking. Does that make sense? Anyway, if I wrote it in Riku, I'd already know what Sora was thinking, because I wrote it from his POV first, and I'd have to pretend I didn't know what Sora was thinking . when you write in first person it's really hard not to get invested in the character. And everybody who's anybody knows that Knuckles is /way/ faster than Sonic. So sadly, yes, Sonic the Hedgehog can run faster than I update, but not by much. ^.^
Many thanks to Uzumaki, who write reviews that make me feel warm and fuzzy because they lay out what I'm doing right. I will attempt to continue to do these things. And your story is very cool. Go Mulan!
To the other many people who wrote to tell me that they like my fic: I love you. You are all generous and loving and I wish you love, life and happiness and I would list all of your names but that would take up a lot of space and seeing as my a/n is half a page already-*breathes*
Finally, To Joanna D. I just thought I'd mention your name, and the fact that everybody should go read all your stories because they are better than mine, and there are more of them. Especially the one about the paisley horses.
***
We were unpleasantly awoken at 5:30 when the slamming of the downstairs door heralded the return of Riku's parents from work.
Okay, the slamming of the door and the shouted:
"Riku! Sora! We're home!"
Riku groaned and rolled onto his back, yawning.
"Welcome home! We'll be down in a bit!"
"Okay sweetie! Hurry though, I need to talk to you!"
"Okay mom!"
I kept my eyes tightly closed. The shouting back and fourth, especially Riku's part, since he was shouting next to my ear, was starting to hurt my head. I whapped him with a pillow.
"Shaddup"
"Do /you/ want her coming up here to check on us?" he response was muffled beneath the pillow. I thought about this for a moment, before ducking my head under the pillow as well.
"No. I want no one to enter or leave this room ever again." I gave him a quick kiss and grinned at him.
He smiled and removed the pillow from our heads.
"okay"
"Mmmm" I snuggled into his chest, my arms wrapping around his waist, feeling the heat from his body. That was one of the things I was learning to appreciate about him, his incredible warmth.
After a few minutes of heat leeching I looked up at my beautiful angel. He had his eyes closed, and looked very peaceful, and he was . crying? I crawled up so I was level with his face and kissed the tears off his cheeks. They were warm as well, and tasted of salt and him.
"Hey . what's wrong?" I asked softly. He opened his eyes and smiled at me.
"Nothing's wrong. Its just ." he sighed and looked at the ceiling "Do you have any idea how hard the last three days have been for me? I mean, to have the one person-" he turned and kissed my nose "that you are completely crazy about, in your house, sleeping in your bed-" his voice faltered a bit "sitting on your lap, prancing around without their underwear-"
"It was an accident! And I was not prancing! /And/ I said I was sorry!" I cut in, but he shushed me with a wave of his hand.
"And you can't do anything but . well, watch them? I was practically dying!" he turned and looked at me "which I suppose you knew"
I looked down guiltily, then back up at him through my bangs, hoping I looked cute, innocent, and forgivable.
"Sorry?"
He laughed at my pitiful expression and titled my chin with his hand.
"My point was, what we just did ." he leaned in and kissed me, "I /really/ needed." I smiled teasingly at him.
"Ah yes, you caved to the sexual tension. I am Master!" I declared. He frowned disapprovingly
"Your game, again?"
"What can I say, competitive to the last."
He stuck his tongue out at me. I raised an eyebrow.
"Ooo . is that a promise?" he grinned back at me.
"Later. Better go see what mom wants."
"Awwww . " I pouted, as he tossed my underwear at my head.
"You'll want those"
***
We took a moment to make sure we looked presentable, then walked down the stairs.
Riku's father sat in an armchair, reading the paper, his mom was bustling about in the kitchen-I could hear pots clanking and such.
Riku's parents. Maybe mid thirties. They were young, as parents go. But then, I guess, so were mine. And Tidus's. And Wakka's. I guess that's just how people did things on this island. Got married young. (Would Riku and I get married?)
While not typical parents, they fit into the house very well, and they suited Riku. His father was one of those men who refused to believe they were getting older. During his spare time, which wasn't much, he went rock climbing, or diving off the east coast of the island. He often took Riku with him, which fueled my friend's desire for greatness, and physical prowess. Riku's mother was all about appearance, but light and happy, not overbearing and forceful like those horrible TV mothers. Her hair was a light honey color that offset brilliantly from her green eyes. She loved to pamper Riku, and had one near-heart attack after another as she listened to our stories of adventure, his father laughing and congratulating us in the background. One of my favorite dinner games, when I was younger, was trying to see what parts of Riku I could find in his parents. I wondered if he did the same at my house.
"Oh, boys hello I need to . " his mother started, walking into the room. I was suddenly aware of a dreadful silence, as both Riku's parents stared up at us. Panicked, I looked at him, he seemed just as confused as I did.
" . What?" Riku asked. There was another long silence during which I mentally wrote my last will and testament. There was something eerie and knowing about this silence. I nearly fell over as Riku's father laughed, and his mother squealed excitedly, putting her hands up to her mouth.
"Oh, Riku honey! That's wonderful!" she was nearly bouncing with happiness. I looked up at Riku again, his face was twisted in an adorable, yet understandable, expression of complete confusion.
"What's-"
"Well, son, while I don't approve that sort of activity in our house," His father re opened his paper and stared at the words, pretending to read. "I suppose if you had to, this would be the place I'd want you to do it. I hope you had a good time."
Riku scratched the back of his head nervously. "Um, what activity is that, Dad?" His father looked at us from the corner of his eye, raising an eyebrow.
"Sex, of course"
I really did fall over this time. Both Riku and I were completely dazed.
"Gahhh.we didn't, we weren't, um, how . how did you, how . /how/?" Riku managed
"Oh, sweetheart, the two of you are positively glowing!" he mother crooned, coming over and ruffling my hair affectionately and giving Riku's shoulders a light squeeze.
"Besides that, you smell like it" his father quietly interjected from his chair.
"And I'm just sooo happy for you. I know how much he means to you." His mother continued, shooting her husband a disapproving look. She turned and beamed at me. I flushed.
"Um. So, so you don't mind, then. I mean, you knew? That Riku .uh . liked me? And that . that doesn't bother you?" I stammered. The three of them regarded me with raised eyebrows.
"Well, no, Sora. Why would it?" His father asked, I got the feeling he was disappointed in me.
"You know we like you, Sora. We've always tried to make you feel welcome." His mother tilted her head and looked at me with a slight crinkle in her eyebrows.
"No, I mean, I do . feel welcome. It's just that . you know, we're both, well . we're both guys. That doesn't bother you? " I couldn't believe I had to explain that to them. Riku's parents exchanged the same raised eyebrow look.
"Sora ." Riku was leaning on the railing of the staircase, "Both my parents and I have known I was gay since I was ten." He smiled at me. I went into rapid-blink mode. Whozamawhatazama? Excuse me?
"We love our son for who he is, Sora. Can't you understand that?" His father asked me.
"No, I mean, Yes. That's great! Just-well . " I paused.
"Well, what, honey?" His mother leaned down a bit and smiled at me. Like she was talking to some shy four year old. I turned to Riku.
"Why didn't you tell me? I-I thought I was your best friend . why ..?" he sighed and fidgeted a bit.
"I . I didn't know what you'd think of me .."
"I was your best friend!" I knew it was slightly irrational to get so upset over something he had neglected to tell me six years ago, but then again, it was a pretty big something.
"You were nine, Sora."
"I was still your best friend." I felt like I had been left out of some sort of joke, only to find myself at the butt of it. I knew they weren't laughing at me, but I still felt humiliated. I had just about made an ass out of myself just now.
His parents looked back and fourth between the two of us.
"Sora, would you have understood?" his father asked me. "Would you have gone on overnight camping trips, swimming, all those other activities you two did alone together if you knew?"
I looked at the floor. "Well, we'll never know. Will we?" I asked rather quietly. And bitterly. I was still making an ass out of myself. His mother and father looked at each other again, then over to Riku. Their eyes both said the same thing: Why is Sora throwing a bloody temper tantrum?
Or at least that's what I imagined they were thinking.
Riku sighed again and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and laying his head under my chin.
"Don't be mad, Sora. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want to lose you. You were my best friend."
I smiled a little. "Yeah, I think we've established that. That I was your best friend." I wrapped my arm around his waist. "Sorry. For being mad. That wasn't fair."
His parents smiled, his father returning to his paper and his mother returning to the kitchen.
"Um, what was it that she needed to talk to us about?" Riku asked, nodding in the direction of the kitchen.
"Mm? Oh, Your grandmother is having a diner party. She was more than excited that Sora would be coming as well." He father turned the page. Riku looked horrified. This disturbed me.
"Would you like to guess what dinner will be?" Riku's father turned an amused eye on his son.
"Nana's surprise meatloaf." Riku said in complete monotone, his face matching his voice.
"Exactly. Now-Sora, Riku-I have something very important to tell you." He leaned over the arm of the chair and motioned us closer. "Do not, under any circumstances, /eat/ the meatloaf. Do you understand?" Riku's face brightened.
"Really?"
His father nodded solemnly. "Absolutely. I know what goes into that stuff."
"Would you tell that to mom?" Riku asked. His father grinned and called over his shoulder.
"Honey! Could you come here for a moment?" His mother bustled out, carrying a salad in a glass bowl, wrapped in three feet of saran wrap.
"Yes, dear?"
"I've told the boys that they don't have to eat the meatloaf. Just so you know." His mother laughed.
"Don't worry. I plan on sitting next to them, and I am an /expert/ at slipping food under the table to the dog." Riku, his father and I all laughed at this.
"So, what /does/ go into this 'surprise meatloaf'? " I asked.
"Oh, you know," his father said. "Everything."
"Well, yeah . but isn't that normally how you make meatloaf? With a whole buncha stuff?" I asked again.
"No. I mean, /everything/" his father looked at me very seriously. "It's a very dangerous business, eating at your mother's" he told his wife.
She was too busy with the saran wrap to respond.
***
I shifted in my chair . my butt was falling asleep. I had spent the last hour sitting in a hard wooden chair, nodding politely and saying things like 'yes Nana , no Nana, Of course, Nana'. She insisted everyone call her 'Nana'. I pushed the 'surprise meatloaf' around my plate with my fork, giving it the impression that there was less of it. Riku's father leaned over me, reaching for the beans.
"'Scuse my reach, Sora."
"That's okay." He pulled back, and magically, most of my meatloaf was gone. I heard the dog (Mr. Boopsey)(really) licking its lips under the table. On the opposite side of the table, Riku's meatloaf needs were being attended to by his mother.
I grinned down into my plate, a wicked idea springing into my mind. Quietly, I toed my heel of out my shoe. I looked discretely around, nobody had noticed. I slipped the rest of my foot out. Slowly, with precision a drill team would be proud of, I slid my foot across the floor and up Riku's leg. He looked up at me, expression veiled. I smiled secretly at him, moving my foot further up. He looked down and concentrated on his plate.
"Riku?" His head snapped up.
"Tell me all about you and Sora, what suicidal adventures have you been up to lately? Still chasing each other around?" Nana peered at him through her thick glasses.
"Uhhhhheh heh heh . yeah, Nana. Still having-" I slid my foot into his lap. "Having crazy adventures. " he stammered. I munched some salad thoughtfully, very interested in the conversation.
"Yeah, Riku. Tell her about our raft." I slowly massaged his groin with my toes.
He cleared his throat "Oh, yeah. We uh, we made a raft."
"A raft! How wonderful! All by yourself?" massage massage massage.
"Y-yeah. Well, Kairi helped." He shot me a discrete look that said 'I will kill you'
"Kairi! Now, there's a sweet girl. How's she doing, you two still fighting over her?" His grandma peered back and fourth between us.
"Heh, no, no we've gotten that, um, straightened out"
Riku's father laughed abruptly. Riku shot him a panicked look. I dropped my foot out of his lap, afraid we had been found out again.
"What's so funny?"
"You've-you . you've gotten it 'straitened out'. " He laughed. Everybody at the table stared at him "You've . you got .nevermind." He rushed the end of his sentence and concentrated on his salad. Nana looked at Riku's mother.
"Sometimes I worry about that odd husband of yours, Dear."
"Me too, mother. Me too." Riku's dad looked up, a pained look on his face.
"Now, that's not really fair." I smiled. All couples should be able to get along so well.
"Um, " I interjected. "Could you please tell me where the bathroom is?" I smiled politely, hopefully.
"I'll show you, c'mon" Riku stood up and motioned for me to follow. I swear I saw his parents try to hide smiles behind their food. I would never live this down.
I followed my silver haired bishonen down a hallway, we stopped and he pointed to a door at the end of it.
"Thanks." I started past him, but was suddenly slammed into the opposite wall.
"Hey! What do you-" He clamped a hand over my mouth and stared disapprovingly at me.
"What did I say about teasing me like that?" I licked his palm, and he removed his hand.
"I thought I could tease you, as long as I let you touch me later ... " I blinked innocently at him. He smirked back, then leaned in and kissed me. After a few moments he stepped back and smiled suggestively.
"Hungry?" I licked my lips.
"Very."
Grinning, he pulled me into the bathroom.
***
"Goodness! You boys get lost or something?" Nana demanded as we slipped back into our chairs
"Naw, Sora was afraid of the monsters in the hall closet, so we had to go on a monster fighting adventure." Riku said, focusing again on his plate.
"Oh, alright then." Nana nodded, as if this were a normal occurrence. His father looked down from beside me and gave me a little grin. His mother was giggling from across the table. I blinked. What had I gotten myself into?
"Now! Who wants Jello?" Nana asked
***
"Uh, gah, ah . erk! No!" Riku's father twisted violently, scowling.
"Eee! No! Nononononono!" His mother shrieked into my ear. I concentrated hard, sticking my tongue out between my teeth. Riku leapt to his feet.
"Yes! I say it once again; I am The Best!" His little go cart was happily spinning on screen, little digital confetti sprinkling down on it.
We had hooked up the other two controllers to the Gamestation and had spent the evening having a 'family video game night'. So far Riku had won the Star Cup and the Mushroom Cup.
"The /Best/?" his father challenged. "What about me?"
"You haven't beaten me yet!" Riku sassed back. His father put his hand to his chin thoughtfully.
"True . true . c'mon Sora, we can take him together!" He pulled me to my feet.
"Huh? Oh, now come on, that's not fair" Riku pleaded, backing up as his father and I advanced on him.
"Now!" His father roared, pouncing his son, pinning his arms behind his back. Riku struggled violently as his mother and I tickled his unmercifully. While he wasn't nearly as ticklish as I was, you could still get a good reaction out of him if done properly.
"Nooo! Gahahahahah!" Riku kicked his legs (his father was holding him suspended a few inches above the ground anyway) tears running down his cheeks.
"Ahh! It hurts it hurts! Okay! Uncle! Uncle! I give! I give!" Riku laughed, thrashing about. His father released him, all of us laughing. Riku plopped down on the floor, panting and gasping.
"That . that /wasn't/ fair " he rasped.
"Fair? Who said anything about fair? But know this-" his father leaned down and jabbed a finger into his son's face. "You are not invincible." Riku pouted.
"Well, boys, that was wonderfully fun, but I think I'll head off to bed. Honey?" His mother motioned towards the door. "Sleep well boys. Be good." They both smiled at us. I smiled back.
"We will."
After his parents had gone, Riku pulled me close and ran a finger down my cheek.
"What are you wearing to bed?" I looked down at my pajama pants and tee- shirt. It was the same sleepwear I'd been wearing all week.
"Um .not this?" I asked. Riku grinned, pulling my shirt up over my head.
"I thought, since you've finally accepted me" I blushed "that you could sleep like this" he untied my fuzzy pants and let them fall.
"In my underwear? It's winter ." I pouted. I was all for nekkid sleeping, but I didn't want to freeze. He kissed my neck.
"I'll keep you warm"
***
My chapters are getting disturbingly long; this is 11 pages long. Jesus Tap Dancing Christ. Ooo . My computer auto-capitalized 'Christ' . Funny. Now, I know I teased you all, yaoi wise, in this chapter, so for being patient, I reward you with chapter 7.5. Not posted on F-net, because I don't want them to send their Deadly F-net Ninjas after me. You don't have to read it, it has no impact on the plot at all. ( Readers say: This story has a plot? I thought it was just a story about Sora and Riku going after each other . what is this plot you speak of? )You can find it here: http://www.spicedpeaches.com/piecesVII-5.html Enjoy!