l o c k e t ¤ kairiku collection
o1: hello ( it was the reason he waited every time )
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If asked, he would not have been able to explain how he knew it was her. It was doubtful that anyone would ever inquire, however, so no elucidation was necessary. On the rare chance that someone did, he probably would have offered something along the lines of carrying android in his genes or some sort of telepathy with electrical appliances; given that only a certain brown-haired boy would ever pick up on such an obscure "talent," such explanations were passable more often than they were not.
The doorbell rang again and, by the way the ding was drawn out longer this time before the following dong came, her slight impatience resonated with it.
He stopped in the motion of turning the knob and waited for the next ring. The first tone would be shorter, her finger leaving the button more quickly, he imagined . . . or knew, rather -- knew that she would have used her left index finger and then rocked back on her heels with her hands behind her back, as was her usual habit. Questioning if he was there or not. Thinking he was, since he always was, but not certain enough to refrain from pressing it that third time. But never a fourth time, no; there seemed to be some unspoken etiquette to doorbell ringing that made any additional one taboo.
But going around to the window in order to peek between the curtains was perfectly acceptable decorum.
He opened the front door and stepped over the threshold, arms crossed and both eyebrows arched as he observed the girl pressing her nose delicately against the glass. Kairi turned with doe-like surprise, just as she did every time; their front porch pattern was as consistently new to her as it was expected to him. It was the reason he waited every time. Ring, ring, ring. He supposed he was awful for relishing the ( one-sided ) routine at her expense, but being terrible in exchange for the entertainment of the however much-repeated moment was more than a fair deal, in his opinion.
"Hello there." The greeting had long since ceased to be a question regarding her actions, just as the groundcover had ceased to grow beneath the place where she always stood in the flowerbed while spying.
"Riku! You were behind the door the whole time, weren't you?" she accused, her lips pressing together in a small pout. And there was something about the way that she put her hands to her hips and leaned forward, unable to glare even for a full second before beaming up at him, all sunshine and daffodils and so many other things that he could not place.
It was something that reminded him to thank whichever past relative had married a robot.
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author's note:
I've been going through KH withdrawals lately; I think all fans know the feeling and would agree that it's torture. I get these feelings of nostalgia whenever certain songs play, book characters remind me of KH characters, and anything heart-shaped causes me to get these random bursts of muse. So, I'm going to apply said bursts to fanfiction. This collection will probably be the first of sporadic fanfiction works, most of them consisting of sappy crap or writing crack. Ohboy. The writing styles will also deviate between shots, depending upon my mood and what I want to convey. So. Right.Kingdom Hearts and its characters do not belong to me, as much as I'd like to believe otherwise. D: But, uhh. The eww writing does.
Oh, andddd. This first one goes to Constance Greene ( forgive the blahness ;; ), since she's the one who told me about KH in the first place, way back. Love ya. ♥