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Sometimes Kairi turns off the lights in her room and wakes in the morning to find them burning again. This doesn't bother her much. One night is fine, she's just a little tired; she probably forgot to remember to flip the switch. It happens so sparingly that it doesn't bother her at all.

What does bother her is that one day when she has to find a small clearing outside, keep a sharp eye out for eavesdroppers, and gently tell herself that drawing fragile curls and fanciful sworls in blue ballpoint on her desk was called "defacing public property", and was generally frowned upon by society. Her next test paper is covered in a relative bouquet of blue-ink daisies. A scratchy, wobbly script tucked beneath the sprays of wispy baby's-breath whispers a meek "Sorry".

And the next day, she makes a peanut-butter and jam sandwich and wakes to find one smooth, Kairi-sized bite taken out of it. Her mouth tastes of starfruit and peanuts, but she feels as though she should be disappointed.

It happens to Sora too, in a frankly embarrassing manner. He is more confrontational now, provoking debates and even quarrels, but never remembers the argument afterwards, leading to halting, uncomfortable apologies to the parties in question. He starts recklessly challenging people to chess, doing well until he actually starts focusing on what he is doing. In many cases, he leaves the table, distracted; he's never finished a game.

At the ice cream parlor, the vendor is slowly getting used to reminding the confused boy that she's never heard of sea-salt ice cream.

After Kairi blinks one day and finds her three page essay unrecognizable, covered in thoughtfully careless flourishes of multicolored ink, and Sora blinks and has to stop the fight just moments away from blows, Riku decides it's time to kidnap them for the weekend. He singlehandedly frog-marches the two to his house, a testament to his growth, and hands them a brown paper bag each, saying that they're bored. They'll grow to dislike their new lives, he explains, not unkindly, unless they have something a little familiar to hang on to. He doesn't mention the sound of rushing water, easing the tendrils of darkness in.

Instead he explains, laughing, to a baffled Kairi that the sketchbook is the wrong color, but it's just about the same size, and that should count for something. The thalassa shells and cord are at the bottom, to her delight. And Sora looks mournfully at the chessboard, only to perk up at Kairi's previously undisclosed knowledge of tactics that she is only too glad to share. Besides, the trio figures that Tidus and Wakka will pick up Struggling, easy.

And it works. After Struggle matches, the three sneak to the cave to explain time and time again that no, bishops can't move when its corners are blocked, and to restrain Sora from tipping over the king, even though that's the funniest part of the game. Riku manages to sneak Uncle Scrooge into Sora's kitchen for a night, and the three discover the wonders of damp dishrags and copious amounts of Windex. The ice-cream tastes heavenly.

Later, Kairi buys a night-light for the girl who is still a bit frightened of the dark, and by its faint glow, paints cream shells with a thin brush and a hand that is entirely theirs and theirs alone.
Based off an idea I had after beating KH2 during the summer. I started the drabble, stopped, started again, completely forgot about it, then completely scrapped what I had by today and made up this on the spot in about an hour and a half. XD Hope it\'s not too unreadable. ^^ Sorikai-centric, le gasp.

~Thano
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QueenSnake's avatar
Lovely! The imagery on this story is so pretty, and I like the way you handle the effect Namine and Roxas would no doubt have on Kairi and Sora.

Riku taking care of them made me wibble in a very happy way. It just seemed so sweet and... well, Riku-ish, the image of him frog marching them to his house.

I hope you'll write more! OT3 fic is rare, and finding good writing on devART is even rarer. Keep up the good work!