Miracle

Blue and Green

Blue and green. Two colors that are almost exactly the same. As you look at a rainbow, they almost seem to blend right into one another. For me, blue and green are blended. They are inseparable. Once they have combined, there is no way of taking them apart.

Another day in the house. I was still sick, almost following the same routine as I did the night before instead this time I was a lot drowsier. Roxas wanted me to stay in bed all day, but by noon, I really needed to move around. I ended up outside near the shore. The cool clear water washed over my feet before receding back. The sand was moist and warm. The two different temperatures were soothing and eased my slight headache.

I squatted closer to the water and let my fingers touch the surface of the water. I looked out beyond me. Endless blue. I wanted to dive in so badly, just to let the cool liquid encase me. Just to let me forget about everything for just a moment. But I knew I couldn't. I already felt like I was going to fall asleep right there, so using an extra energy just to swim could've made me a dead man.

Releasing a heavy sigh, I trudged back into the house and into the kitchen when suddenly I was attacked by an awful smell.

"My god Roxas, what are you making me this time? Death soup?"

Roxas lifted his head from the boiling pot of who knows what and turned to look at me. "It's just miso soup again. What's your problem?"

"It smells bad."

"Smells fine to me."

"I don't want it," I replied as I made my way to the couch and flopped down on it lazily.

"So what do you want?" I could hear it in his voice that he was irritated, but he tried to suppress it for my sake.

"I don't know. Just not that again."

"Well we can order out if you want. How about pizza?"

"I guess. But get only pepperoni. I'm not in the mood for anything extra."

Seconds later, I heard my stomach churn. I instantly held my stomach, preparing for the worst. I don't know what got it so upset. Was it the smell? Was it the fact that I was starving? No clue. I moaned. I could feel the right side of the couch sink in as Roxas sat down. I closed my eyes to the subtle pain in my lower abdomen before rolling my head onto Roxas's shoulder. I felt his arm pull me in a little closer and his other hand felt my forehead.

"You're not hot."

He mumbled something to himself and rubbed my bare arm before picking up the phone beside him and ordering pizza. Meanwhile, I kept my eyes closed and slowly breathed in and out. With every breath, I tried to let my mind and body relax, hoping to get rid of the pain. My hand cradled my stomach gently and rubbed my cotton covered stomach in small circles.

After my meditation, my stomach calmed itself down. I hadn't noticed that during that time, Roxas was no longer sitting on the couch, but sitting in the dining room eating pizza. The smell of it was so enticing and my stomach growled for it. I pushed myself up and off the couch and into the brightly lit dining room. I took my place to the left of Roxas. I reached into the open cardboard box and snatched two slices of the warm pizza.

In between bites, I asked, "What time is it?"

"About four something. Kairi texted you earlier and said that she and Riku were stopping by to check up on you." He gulped down some of his Pepsi. "You might want to wash too. Riku's coming from soccer practice and I don't think my nose can take sweat, throw up, pizza, and morning breath all at once."

Just as he about to take another bite of his pizza, I pushed his hands, shoving the entire thing in his mouth. He panicked for a second; he shivered and closed his eyes tight. I began to laugh hysterically as his face brightened crimson and he started coughing. The pizza fell out of his mouth and onto his plate. Quickly, he grabbed his Pepsi and drunk the rest of it with a sigh.

"You better be lucky you're sick," he said with a glare.

I gave him a pizza-filled grin before stuffing the rest of my pizza into my mouth. I smacked my hands together, getting rid of the little bits of pizza crust, and headed upstairs. I strolled into my room, grabbed my towel from off the dresser, and backtracked out into the bathroom. Layers and layers of slightly damp fabric came off of my skin. It felt good to just be naked for a change. The open window was letting in a nice breeze and it gave me a small chill.

After grabbing my red washcloth from off the towel rack, I turned on the water. Considering how warm I felt, despite what Roxas said, I decided to take a cold shower. Once the water was right, I stepped in, sliding the curtain closed behind me. A quick jolt shot through me as I submerged into the almost icy liquid. I let my body get adjusted to the water and soon I fell into a trance.

Nakedness.

Water bounding. Massaging.

The sound of the water flow.

Woosh. Shh. Woosh. Shh.

My head fell, my chin touching the middle of my collarbone. The water was now hitting the back of my neck and I moaned softly at how soothing it was. If only I could stay in the shower forever…

"Get out of there silly!"

I jumped suddenly at the voice and without covering up, turned to see who it was. I was greeted by a chipper red head who seemed to be unfazed by my nakedness.

"Come on, you've been in here forever. We're all waiting for ya."

She left as fast as she had appeared. Hmm, I hadn't noticed that I was in the shower that long. It felt like only a few minutes had gone by. I was really starting to lose track of time.

I lathered up my washcloth and washed my entire body, paying close attention to my face, just in case there were any remnants of throw up or pizza left. Once I finished washing, I stood under the shower head and let all the water wash the soap suds away. Turning off the water, I shook my body fiercely, similar to how a dog would do it, and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed my towel and began to dry myself off, starting at my head.

I wonder how Riku looks right now. Is he slightly sweaty? His hair damp? Is he still breathing a little hard? Is his face a little flushed? Did he decide to take his shirt off so the breeze would cool him off? Did he have a new scar? A bump? A bruise? Sigh, endless possibilities. Sometimes, it shocks me how I could think of Riku like that. He was my best friend, in the most strictly platonic way possible. And now… here we are. Best friends with benefits. Friends turned lovers…

A smile crept onto my face as my thoughts raced, more than half of my body dry by now. I decided to neglect my legs and feet. I took my toothbrush from the cup, slid the thick white minty paste on the colorful bristles, and began to clean my teeth. I always brushed my teeth quickly, so I was done in no time. I rinsed my mouth out a few times. Afterwards, I wrapped the towel snuggly around my waist, picked up my discarded clothes, and exited the bathroom.

As I walked to my room, a huge yawn rushed out of my mouth. I rubbed my now watery eyes with the back of my hand before letting out a smaller yawn than before. It wasn't even late and I was yawning like it was midnight. This sickness was really getting to me.

I made it to my room; put a scant amount of lotion on, a few swipes of deodorant. I searched through my dresser and decided to wear some grey shorts with a white and blue graphic shirt. I closed my eyes for a few moments, trying to get rid of my exhaustion for just a little while. Opening them, I walked out of my room and downstairs.

I walked towards the kitchen and suddenly, a head of silver hair turned towards me. Greens met blues instantly and my heart skipped a beat at the intense yet carefree gaze. I gulped; my mouth becoming dry all of a sudden. I masked my reaction and smiled warmly as I walked into the dining room and took a seat in between Riku and Roxas. Kairi sat to Roxas's left.

She leaned over, propping her elbows onto the glossy wooden table. "What's been going on Sora? You feeling any better?"

I could hear her concern clearly. I loved how much she always cared. It felt good to know despite our history, we could still be the best of friends.

I smiled, weaker than my usual smile however. "Not too great. Threw up again this morning and I've been feeling sick and tired all day."

"It's probably because you need to go outside some more. Get a little fresh air."

Riku leaned over and grabbed the last slice of pepperoni from the second box of pizza. "Maybe if Roxas didn't have you trapped in here like some type of slave, you would be able to breathe a little bit."

"Hey, I know what's good for him. It was probably you that got him sick. All that damn soccer sweat."

Kairi giggled at the two and all I could do was blush lightly and chuckle. Riku shrugged. He stood up from the chair and began to take of his soccer shirt. I couldn't help my eyes from diverting over to his lean frame. The smooth glistening pale skin. The slight definition of his muscles. Riku… why do you have to look so good?

When his shirt was off of his body, he threw the shirt at my face. I snatched the sweaty shirt and flung it back at him, standing up in the process.

"What was that all about?"

"I was just seeing if my sweat was really the reason why you were sick. Do you feel any worse?"

"No, but you will in a second," I replied with a smirk.

I pounced on him after that, which caught him off guard resulting in us both landing on the floor. I punched the right side of his ribs causing him to grunt. I raised my hand to hit him again but he somehow flipped me over. I was pinned underneath of him—his hands clutching my wrists tightly, the majority of his weight keeping me to the ground. I struggled as best I could. I wriggled and writhed all over the place, but it only made Riku laugh.

"You know you're not stronger than me so give up."

Reluctantly, I did. I was getting exhausted and my head was beginning to hurt again. A subconscious pout appeared on my face. "Whatever. It's only because I'm sick. Any other time I would've beat you."

He gave me a soft smirk. He got up from off of me and extended his hand to me. I grabbed it and let Riku pull me up from the floor. Once I sat back down, I folded my arms on the table and rested my head.

"You ok," Roxas asked.

I shook my head 'no'.

"Do you wanna lay down?"

I nodded my head. I don't know why wrestling around for no more than five minutes got my head spinning and my stomach flipping. Why did I even bother trying to wrestle with him knowing I wasn't feeling too good?

Suddenly I felt my body lift in the air and I opened my eyes and noticed that I was in Riku's arms. I instantly snuggled closer to his warm body and closed my eyes and I exhaled slowly. My head moved closer to his chest as he began to walk out of the dining room. I could hear his heartbeat. It was steady and melodic. I couldn't help but sigh softly and fall into a slight trance.

Ba dump.

Ba dump.

Ba dump.

It was so slow and smooth, so enchanting. Never had I thought a heartbeat could make me feel so calm. It was almost as if his body was influencing mine. My body instantly relaxed—my stomach calmed down, my head stopped pounding. I felt completely at ease. If only I could listen to his heartbeat forever, then I wouldn't have to deal with this pain.

The soft beats were taken away from me. I opened my eyes and noticed that I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I looked around, searching for Riku, and noticed that he was on my left side, not lying on the bed. The bed creaked a little noisily as he climbed on it. I turned to face him and I couldn't resist the smile creeping onto my face. I loved the way his eyes glistened no matter how much sunlight was out. It was so beautiful.

Riku wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me close to him. "How you feeling?"

Without mentioning his heartbeat, I replied, "A lot better. Thanks for bringing me upstairs. I guess me moving around so much made me feel worse."

He smirked. "I'm sorry. Where was it hurting the most?"

"My stomach."

He extended his hand out, lifted up my shirt, and rubbed my stomach. The cool dampness of his hand made me shiver a bit and a shaky breath escaped my lips. I looked up at him, my mouth opened slightly. He wasn't looking back at me though. All he did was look at my stomach, trailing his fingers over my soft skin.

I inhaled and looked back down at my stomach. At first he rubbed my stomach. Then he began to make circles around my belly button before he trailed his index finger up and down my stomach. I smiled happily.

"I wish you could just stay here with me."

"You know I can. How many times have I been here," he asked as he continued to look down and make invisible drawings on my stomach.

"Not just for one or two days. I mean like forever. I feel ten times better when you're here with me."

"Well you know I can't be here that long. And besides, I don't wanna intrude on you and Roxas. I know he helps more than I do."

"He helps but not as much as you. My sickness just seems to go away when I'm near you."

He smiled. He stopped rubbing my stomach and looked up at me. His hand reached towards my face and began to tingle at anticipation of him touching my face. Instead, his hand dove into my spiky hair, gently tangling his fingers in it. My eyes fluttered closed and I relished in his fingers massaging my scalp.

As he continued to work his find through my hair, I suddenly felt his lips on mine. Oh my God, the rush I got from feeling them pressed onto mine. So softly. So delicately. Almost as if he was afraid that if he kissed any harder, he would break them. Using the hand that was in my hair, he pulled my head closer to his, deepening the kiss by just a little.

My hands snaked their way up to his waist, feeling his moist bare skin. I gripped lightly, my nubby nails barely digging into his skin. I turned my head just enough so I could kiss him better. My tongue poked at his lips and he opened them with ease. Our tongues wrapped around each other as they darted into the other's mouth.

I felt a subtle knot begin to form in my lower abdomen. I couldn't decipher whether it was a pleasant knot or a stomach ache knot because the intensity of it was so low. I ignored it.

I threw my leg up on top of his, pulling us closer together. I could feel my body beginning to get hot. I wanted him so bad. I couldn't resist it. As much as I wanted to stop myself from going too far, I just wanted to feel him inside me as I pull his hair and scream in ecstasy.

Just as I was getting more into the kisses, Riku pulled away, smirking. "Calm down. Trust me, I'm not going to fuck a sick kid."

I pouted. If only I wasn't sick…

"Sora! Can you come down here for me please?"

My mother's voice. I hadn't noticed that she came home at all. Reluctantly, I scrambled my way out of bed, holding my stomach at the growing knot I had felt earlier, and went downstairs. My mother was sitting in the dining room by herself. Roxas and Kairi were in the living room watching TV. Otosan wasn't home. I'm guessing he stayed out to drink with his business buddies.

I sat down beside her and waited for her to speak.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"Not really. Still have a headache. My stomach still hurts. I threw up this morning."

She shook her head at my response. "Well if you don't get better by the end of this week, I'm going to have to take you to the doctor. I don't like to see you so sick like this. It's not normal for you to be like that," she said, her voice laced with concern.

I replied with an 'ok'. She smiled and kissed my forehead, signaling that the conversation was over. I stood up and walked into the living room, noticing Riku was now sitting on the furthermost right side of the couch with Kairi and Roxas to his left. He turned around, looking at me with his mystical aqua green eyes. My blues responded with a slight squint as I smiled.

"Come Sora. The new episode of Kingdom Hearts is about to come on."

Noticing there was no space on the couch for me to sit, I sat in between his legs. And as I watched the show filled with keyblades and Heartless, I felt his gentle fingers massaging my head again.