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KH: Competition
Title: Competition
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ladylore
Rating: PG
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Riku, SoraKairi
Competition
Theme #9 ~ The Third Wheel
For Lady Lore, who requested a Sora-Kairi fic
When they were younger, Riku had fought with Sora over who would get to date Kairi. They had raced, had fought mock duels with their wooden swords, had held eating contests, had made all sorts of stupid bets, and on one memorial occasion they had even held a drinking contest. They hadn’t known then that paopu juice wasn’t what people usually used in a drinking contest, but that wasn’t really the point. The point was that Sora had actually won that contest, and had never let him forget it since, even though Riku could easily drink him under the table now that they had learned the real rules for such things. That wasn’t really the point, either, though.
“Relax, Sora.” Riku said softly as the brown haired boy fiddled with his cufflinks for what had to be the fiftieth time in the past two minutes.
“Relax?” Sora repeated, looking up at him, wide-eyed. “What do you mean, relax? I’m plenty relaxed. Really, Riku, don’t worry so much! I’m fine.”
“Uh-huh.” Riku said, reaching out and grabbing the other man’s hands as they went to make adjustment number fifty-one. Sora had the good grace to look a little sheepish, blushing faintly. Riku could feel Sora’s hands twitching even as he let them go. He clapped Sora on the back, letting his hand rest casually on the shorter man’s shoulder. “What’s the matter, Sora? Scared she’s going to take one look at you and change her mind?”
“I’m not –“ Sora began, but his voice trembled.
“Wait, I know!” Riku cut the keyblade master off efficiently, casting a speculative eye at him. “It’s me! You’re afraid she’ll see me standing here, and realize that I’m the one she wants to marry after all. Isn’t that right, Sora? You know Kairi-“
“Riku!” Sora’s voice was plaintive and exasperated, but at least it had stabilized now. The silver haired man nodded to himself, and smiled to his friend.
“Seriously, Sora,” he said, grabbing Sora’s shoulders and turning the shorter man’s face forcibly towards his own. Sky blue eyes stared uncertainly up at him. “Don’t worry. It will be all right.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” Riku replied, gesturing down the chapel aisle to where he’d spotted Kairi. She stood beside her father, a vision of radiance in a gossamer white silk gown with colorful tropical blossoms in her hair and her hands. Sora looked as though he’d forgotten how to breathe as she smiled nervously at him, waiting for the music to begin. Riku watched the world condense around the two until only they remained.
As a child, Riku had fought to be in Sora’s position on this day, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he had never actually thought that he could win, or even that he wanted to win. All of it had just been a way to keep his best friend all to himself for a little while longer. Kairi made her way slowly down the aisle. Riku knew he had been selfish in this, but some things couldn’t be helped. Kairi and her father reached the end of the aisle.
“Stop drooling.” Riku said, nudging Sora forward as Kairi’s father lifted her veil and kissed her cheek. A father gives away his daughter, and a man gives away his best friend. Two pairs were broken asunder, to form another, stronger bond between a mix of their parts.
Kairi’s eyes met Riku’s, though, as Sora stumbled forward. The wicked amusement and open welcome in them silenced his fears more efficiently than any words could have. Two pairs may have been torn apart, but nothing said they had to make pairs again afterwards – unlike his fights with Sora, this part of life just wasn’t a competition. In that moment, Riku knew without a doubt that being a third wheel to his best friends’ marriage would be even more fun than everything leading up to it had been. If nothing else, now he had a permanent partner in crime for teasing Sora.
Riku watched the two say their “I do”s and exchange rings with a smile on his face, thinking of what was to come. Two would be impossible now, but there was probably a reason they always said three was a perfect number.
Somehow, Riku felt certain that this was it.
For:
30_friends, ladyloreRating: PG
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Riku, SoraKairi
Theme #9 ~ The Third Wheel
For Lady Lore, who requested a Sora-Kairi fic
When they were younger, Riku had fought with Sora over who would get to date Kairi. They had raced, had fought mock duels with their wooden swords, had held eating contests, had made all sorts of stupid bets, and on one memorial occasion they had even held a drinking contest. They hadn’t known then that paopu juice wasn’t what people usually used in a drinking contest, but that wasn’t really the point. The point was that Sora had actually won that contest, and had never let him forget it since, even though Riku could easily drink him under the table now that they had learned the real rules for such things. That wasn’t really the point, either, though.
“Relax, Sora.” Riku said softly as the brown haired boy fiddled with his cufflinks for what had to be the fiftieth time in the past two minutes.
“Relax?” Sora repeated, looking up at him, wide-eyed. “What do you mean, relax? I’m plenty relaxed. Really, Riku, don’t worry so much! I’m fine.”
“Uh-huh.” Riku said, reaching out and grabbing the other man’s hands as they went to make adjustment number fifty-one. Sora had the good grace to look a little sheepish, blushing faintly. Riku could feel Sora’s hands twitching even as he let them go. He clapped Sora on the back, letting his hand rest casually on the shorter man’s shoulder. “What’s the matter, Sora? Scared she’s going to take one look at you and change her mind?”
“I’m not –“ Sora began, but his voice trembled.
“Wait, I know!” Riku cut the keyblade master off efficiently, casting a speculative eye at him. “It’s me! You’re afraid she’ll see me standing here, and realize that I’m the one she wants to marry after all. Isn’t that right, Sora? You know Kairi-“
“Riku!” Sora’s voice was plaintive and exasperated, but at least it had stabilized now. The silver haired man nodded to himself, and smiled to his friend.
“Seriously, Sora,” he said, grabbing Sora’s shoulders and turning the shorter man’s face forcibly towards his own. Sky blue eyes stared uncertainly up at him. “Don’t worry. It will be all right.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” Riku replied, gesturing down the chapel aisle to where he’d spotted Kairi. She stood beside her father, a vision of radiance in a gossamer white silk gown with colorful tropical blossoms in her hair and her hands. Sora looked as though he’d forgotten how to breathe as she smiled nervously at him, waiting for the music to begin. Riku watched the world condense around the two until only they remained.
As a child, Riku had fought to be in Sora’s position on this day, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he had never actually thought that he could win, or even that he wanted to win. All of it had just been a way to keep his best friend all to himself for a little while longer. Kairi made her way slowly down the aisle. Riku knew he had been selfish in this, but some things couldn’t be helped. Kairi and her father reached the end of the aisle.
“Stop drooling.” Riku said, nudging Sora forward as Kairi’s father lifted her veil and kissed her cheek. A father gives away his daughter, and a man gives away his best friend. Two pairs were broken asunder, to form another, stronger bond between a mix of their parts.
Kairi’s eyes met Riku’s, though, as Sora stumbled forward. The wicked amusement and open welcome in them silenced his fears more efficiently than any words could have. Two pairs may have been torn apart, but nothing said they had to make pairs again afterwards – unlike his fights with Sora, this part of life just wasn’t a competition. In that moment, Riku knew without a doubt that being a third wheel to his best friends’ marriage would be even more fun than everything leading up to it had been. If nothing else, now he had a permanent partner in crime for teasing Sora.
Riku watched the two say their “I do”s and exchange rings with a smile on his face, thinking of what was to come. Two would be impossible now, but there was probably a reason they always said three was a perfect number.
Somehow, Riku felt certain that this was it.