Sparkles the Star and How Not to Pirate Stuff

Sparkles the Star and How Not to Pirate Stuff

Generally just humor and fluff. Well, mostly fluff, though I personally see it as a little bittersweet. Continuing the pirates-versus-ninjas argument from Inspired Curiosity, because the thought of chibi ninja!Riku and pirate!Sora is just too adorable to bear alone.

Er, yeah…ignore the title. Or just smile and nod.

Sparkly the Star and How Not to Pirate Stuff

By
Hades' Phoenix
as another gift-fic for
Mad Violinist
(Because really, she's such a sap for RS fluff,
and I promised this for her last Christmas...)

"Sora."

Sitting on a silver platter, covered with cake and surrounded by warm pastries and fresh fruit, Sora wondered why the blueberry scones had started talking.

"Damn it, Sora, wake up."

Now the mangoes and the papaya were joining in, and the peaches' fuzzy little faces were frowning juicily.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

The blueberry scones had sounded rather intimidating at that, and Sora licked the cream from his lips to ask if the blueberries were irritated because they did not like the peaches-

"Ah! Holy crap!"

Riku stood over him with a smirk, Sora's multicolored quilt in his hands, looking rather creepy in the darkness with a streetlight from outside casting strange shadows. Rubbing his head where he had struck it against the bed-frame, the brunette sat up from the floor and tried to scowl ferociously, but lost it in a jaw-cracking yawn.

"You sleep like the dead, stupid."

"Ne, Riku, what do you want? Did you see your mom in the shower again?" Sora sniped back, rewarded with the nausea that passed over the older boy's face. Another moment, and he continued with audible disbelief, "What time is it?"

"Three."

"In the morning?"

"No, in the afternoon, we're just in the middle of a solar eclipse," Riku deadpanned with a significant glance outside the window to the starred sky. Sora shot him a dirty look, then yawned again and felt himself drooping against the wood of the bed.

"Sleepy…"

"Get up, Sora, I didn't sneak out of the house for nothing. You know how paranoid my dad is."

Sora did know. The man had installed three deadbolts on his family's front door and wired the house with a complex and, most importantly, incredibly expensive alarm system that had already gone off several times from birds accidentally flying into the windows. Unfortunately, the bed looked far too inviting for Sora to really appreciate the trouble Riku must have gone through to slip out this time at night, and he tried to wriggle his way back onto the mattress with a weak tug at the blanket the other still held.

Put out, Riku narrowed his eyes at the boy that snuffled and curled up like a puppy on a pillow, and suddenly threw himself over Sora.

"Whatthehell- ah Riku s-stop!"

Sora was highly ticklish, and Riku had taken advantage of that fact to blow raspberries on a stomach that was not quite covered by its pajama shirt.

"Cheater! Meanie! Poo-head!"

"Get up already, Sora," he demanded, exasperated, sitting back on his heels and not particularly caring that he was wearing shoes on Sora's bed. Sora, lying on his back, crossed skinny arms over his chest and gave Riku a petulant glare.

"Why should I?"

"Won't tell unless you get up."

"That's not fair!" Sora only just remembered to keep his voice down. Riku merely smirked again, and the brunette exhaled noisily, knowing that now his curiosity had been piqued he would not be able to go back to sleep. He sat up with a groan and grabbed the first pair of shorts and shirt that came to hand, stifling a third yawn with a lazy fist. Then he nearly swallowed said hand when his ribs were violently poked.

"Geez, you're so slow," Riku sniped, having seated himself behind Sora on the bed and taken advantage of the other's inattention.

" Quit it, Riku," Sora whined. His voice was muffled by the shirt he was trying, and failing, to pull over his head.

With a long-suffering sigh, the older boy helped him yank the shirt over his spiky, pillow-mussed hair, and when Sora bent over to pull his shorts on, he pushed him in the small of his back with his foot, just enough to make the brunette stumble forward with a loud curse. "You'll wake your parents," Riku said, only partially blocking a retaliatory kick to his shins. He winced, feeling a bruise already beginning to form. If Sora ever managed to stop goofing off and train, it was possible he might rival even Riku in strength.

"Ne, shut up," Sora grumbled. "You're such a-