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oveliagirlhaditright · 3 months ago

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Maybe I Have to Find My Own Inspiration - A SoKai Day 2024 Fic

Summary: In the far future, after all the battles are over, Sora and Kairi share a normal life together where they're both fashion designers on Destiny Islands. Written for SoKai Day 2024. SoKai. Destiny Trio friendship. Oneshot.

"I never thought we'd end up as fashion designers," Kairi mused to Sora, as the two of them looked in their closet for inspiration for some of the designs they were currently having trouble with.

As Kairi spied her favorite purple top and pink skirt, she suddenly thought about a violet shirt with blue jeans and a model rocking intense blue eye shadow… But right before she could bring it up to Sora, he brought her up short with his own thought: "Well… they say you should never do your passion as a job, or you'll end up hating it, so I couldn’t be happier with how things turned out!"

Kairi nodded her head at that, knowing that Sora was talking about writing having been her dream—though she also did enjoy art, but not nearly as much as Naminé did. And then Sora, of course, more than anything loved making people laugh. Also, dancing (…there was also fighting. But since they were mostly retired, they were both really trying to get away from that).

All-in-all, Kairi did think that this was the second-best career choice for both of them, and she was so glad that they'd found it… together.

"So, what do you think of me trying to make orange the look this year?" Sora asked, pulling Kairi out of her reverie.

And she had to smile, as he draped some of his own orange garments over his shoulders—orange was so not his color, just like black had never been, though not that it really mattered—before she sauntered over to him and pecked him on the cheek, "Well, as a certain character would say, ‘you're obviously disturbed’," Kairi joked. "But everyone who loves to make Halloween get here early would jump at the idea. I say go for it, baby."

"Awesome!" Sora exclaimed, jumping up once, and beaming the most beautiful smile Kairi had ever seen from him. How was that even possible? How did he get better every day? "What color do you think I should pair with it? Something normal, like white? Or should I do an ombre with different oranges?"

"Or you could excite people like you've always loved to, and do the opposite of the color wheel with green," Kairi supplied, imagining a nice sunset as she did so—and perhaps even things like when Sora and Riku had been returned to her on the Island after first defeating Xemnas, or when she and Sora had shared paopus with each other.

"Oh, yeah! That's a great idea! What do you think you’ll design for the show this year, Kai?” Sora asked suddenly, surprising Kairi as he Quick Ran and ended up behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, and his chin resting on her left shoulder. Oh, yeah. She could definitely get used to this.

Smiling, as she reached back and tangled a hair in Sora’s forever unruly locks that she had ever loved, Kairi simply shrugged. “I don’t know. Riku recently opened up to me about how his ballet dreams aren’t entirely over… but he’s somewhat scared to pursue them. Maybe if I designed a really nice leotard, inspired by him, he’d be willing to give it a go. What do you think, Sora?”

Sora chuckled against Kairi’s skin, which definitely tickled and caused gooseflesh to appear upon her shoulder. Kairi swatted Sora on the arm playfully for that, as he stepped away from her. “If anyone could make Riku look at that long-lost dream of his again, it would be you, Kairi… Well, should we get to work?”

Kairi thought that that was a fantastic idea. And once she had fetched some coffee for the two of them (a light brew for Sora, who—surprisingly, even with all his time world traveling, and keeping weird schedules [where one would have thought he would have needed something strong at times to keep him awake]—still was wired when having only the slightest bit of the stuff, and a dark one for the princess), the fashionistas began their “nine to five,” as it were.

And Kairi loved it… she really did. And she knew that Sora did, too. Once upon a time, Kairi had read a book about playwrights that lived together and the method to their madness. Apparently, they would both sit in the same room, across from each other, and work the same amount of hours together… and when they were done, let each other read what the other had written, and then offer advice (and Kairi didn’t doubt that there were hijinks throughout it all, too). It was much the same for her and Sora.

For instance, in the winter when she would bring out the toe socks that she loved so much and wiggle her toes in absent minded thought, Sora would take this as cue to play footsie with her for a little bit. And did Kairi mind? Most definitely not.

On the professional level, sometimes the two of them would get stuck on something in the middle and bounce ideas off of each other or trade work… it was all truly delightful, and Kairi really couldn’t imagine doing anything else as a career anymore.

Sora’s art was truly something to die for now, too. While she’d never say what he’d done on the cave walls had been… terrible, when he’d become serious about this venture with her, he’d taken up a challenge where he’d drawn every day for one hundred days. And just comparing his baseline from day one to day one hundred had had her jaw hitting the floor. With where he was now, Kairi would dare say he was a better artist than her. And maybe even most people on the island, too. But that was just Sora, wasn’t it? When he put his mind to something he really wanted, there was just no stopping him.

“Kairi, why are you staring at my face like that? You look like you did when we recited our wedding vows… Not that I’m complaining. But are you making any progress on the look for Riku?” Sora asked, pulling Kairi out of her thoughts, as he put his sketchbook down and came over to peer at her drawing.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” the princess exclaimed at once, covering her attempt at her present for Riku, because dear God, was this not ready for anyone to see it yet. “This is still in the early stages, and-”

“Kairi… since when do we ever care about that?” Sora chuckled. “I know every step of your process, and you know mine. Are you struggling? Having second thoughts about your project?” Sora inquired far too correctly, as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow now.

The jig being up, Kairi uncovered her drawing with a sigh, and let her hubby take a gander at it. “It looks like Peter Pan! I hate it! Riku would never wear it! I want to try something else now. Maybe akin to what you’re doing? You almost seem to be doing something superhero-y. Maybe I should, too?”

Sora seemed to blanch at Kairi’s words, but she couldn’t imagine why. She thought his drawing was looking great. But thankfully, she didn’t have to guess for too long. Because like always, Sora revealed what was on his heart without too much preamble. “You don’t really think I’m doing something superhero-y, do you? I mean… not that I’m against superheroes, of course! But that wasn’t really the intention here. It was just mainly supposed to be a shirt with shorts?”

Now it was Kairi’s turn to nitpick, because the way Sora had stared at the intense green of what she was creating hadn’t at all escaped her notice, after all (he hadn’t liked it, but was far too kind to say so). Taking a sip of her coffee first, Kairi turned to the love of her life’s creation with a keen eye. “The orange and green might be a hard sell for a superhero… or anyone, really, but it’s one I personally love, as you know. But the outfit you’re working on here definitely looks like it could withstand much: no doubt inspired from your many looks designed from the Three Good Fairies. So it’s not hard to read ‘superhero’ from this.”

At that, Sora looked at Kairi, then back at his project, then back at Kairi once more before scratching his head, resigned. “I guess so. But you know what? You’re right. I’m not complaining. Superhero, it is!

“And Kairi…” Sora suddenly started monologuing, taking Kairi’s sketchbook away from her right when she’d thought that maybe she’d found some inspiration for what Riku desired, after all. Or was that just wishful thinking on her part? She honestly didn’t know at this point. “Why don’t you try your luck at something superhero oriented, after all” Sora offered, looking at Kairi’s art as if he’d found much needed inspiration there himself. “I know you’re still hung-up on how you didn’t get to do much heroing with us until late. Maybe this could be a way to remedy that? And honestly? What you’re working on here has some of the same bones as what I started with, too.”

“Give me that!” Kairi laughed, poking Sora in the ribs. And since he was extremely ticklish there, he didn’t have to be told twice. Once Kairi had her book back, she could see what her spouse was talking about. Now the green of the leotard didn’t so much remind her of Peter Pan, but skin… She could just imagine red hair with it—like Sora was describing in a bit of a self-insert for her—like Mystique… Or maybe someone else. No, the outfit and character she was picturing was way different from Mystique, actually. Hmm…

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Sora laughed, seeming to have rightfully realized the creative bunnies had once again found his love.

But if the way he was running to the computer out of the corner of her eye was any indication, Sora himself might have had an idea, too.

And so it was, that many moons later, Sora and Kairi would become the sole creators of the characters of Aquaman and Miss Martian: something they both very much cherished, because it reminded them of their Keyblade adventures that they did somewhat miss. And it proved, once again, that they were soulmates and often on the same wavelength.

And the characters’ looks were so stylish, if Kairi said so herself.

She also adored that Sora created a character from the sea, and she made one from the sky, so to speak.

After the two of them wrapped up their press junket for the day (talking about the characters), they walked over to Riku who was pirouetting out in the courtyard like the best of them—having finally decided that he didn’t give a damn what anyone thought about him, his family, or friends—and as Kairi and Sora made their way over to him, Kairi knew immediately what the twinkle in his eye met.

“Kairi, did you finish my leotard ye- Oof!”

He was immediately cut off when said princess placed said leotard into his arms.

“Honestly, Kai, I don’t know why you didn’t think of making it turquoise from the get-go. It would have saved a lot of problems.”

“As if you had that idea, lazy bum!” Kairi huffed, but deep down, she was living the dream. Today had been perfect… and she was thrilled that she had finally had the epiphany on how to deliver this gift to Riku.

“Okay, simmer down you two,” Riku snickered. “I swear, you’re worse than my son, Heiwa. But I want to talk to you guys… this trademarking superheroes thing is no joke. Do you think you might try it again?” He smiled at each of his friends in turn, clearly thinking that it was cool and maybe wanting them to do so more. Kairi couldn’t help but to shake her head in laughter at that.

Thankfully, Sora was giving Riku their answer before Kairi had to burst his bubble—as he placed his hands behind his head in his classic Sora pose. “Nah. I think we’re mostly done with hero-ing in every aspect. If inspiration strikes again, then maybe. But let’s let our clothes be championed!”

“Couldn’t have put it better myself,” Kairi smiled a thousand-watt smile, before taking both Sora and Riku’s hands, like she had once done so long ago. “Besides, Riku: don’t you know it’s your turn to be the hero now: the hero of the dance?!” Kairi laughed before starting to run away from her boys, who chased after her.

But not before both boys had said at the same time said, “You’re a doll, Kairi.”

Yeah, life really couldn’t get much better than this, Kairi decided, as her two best friends ran after her trying to catch up with her this time, which eventually they did—tackling her to the ground in laughter as they did.

Life was pure joy now, and she and all of her loved ones were enjoying each and every minute of it together.

Author’s Note: A really random idea I got one night when I was trying to sleep. I usually get my best inspiration and story ideas at night… but also some of my weirdest.

This surely isn’t my best work and I’ll admit that I don’t love it. But I also don’t hate it, and do like parts of it. And the Destiny Trio do deserve domestic bliss and a normal life like this in the future, of course (though it probably won’t be like this). So, yeah. It’s fine, I guess. -shrugs-

Happy SoKai Day!

Edit: The title is a line from Kiki’s Delivery Service:)

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oveliagirlhaditright · 11 months ago

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The Precursor to the Journey - A Kairi Day 2024 Fic

Summary: As Kairi meets two people from another world a few times while she's growing up--and also just grows up in general, and learns more about herself: maybe partly through some of these meetings, but also of course because of her friends Sora and Riku--it puts in place the puzzle pieces that are needed for the trio's eventual journey to start. Written for Kairi Day 2024. Oneshot. Written to both explore what Sora, Riku, and Kairi might have been like together as they grew, but also to somewhat give Kairi her own adventure pre-KH1, that wouldn't mess with canon.

The Precursor to the Journey

Kairi’s PoV

"Why are you here?" Kairi asked a mysterious blonde woman before her, pretty certain that she'd never seen her before, but also not entirely sure of that, either. Kairi was new to the Island, after all.

The woman smiled sweetly for Kairi’s question, it seemed to the five-year-old, but it took her a moment to answer the question. "I'm trying to decide if my decision to abdicate this role I’ve been given is a good one. Tell me, little one: If you had great power, would you give it to someone else?"

Kairi stared at the woman of medium height, definitely confused by the turn of events, as the wind blew and her shoulder-length hair brushed against her shoulders. She really had no idea what the lady was talking about. She was only five. But Kairi didn’t want to admit that she was lost, for she didn’t want to seem dumb. She was about to try and guess at the answer, when the girl seemed to understand that Kairi hadn’t gotten what she was trying to say and attempted it again with, “Would you give something special to someone else?”

“Hmm… Maybe a girl,” Kairi supposed. “I trust them more than mean boys, who have cooties.”

The curly-haired blonde laughed at that, as she stepped closer to Kairi in the sand and out of the shore of the Play Island. And Kairi knew she should have afraid for this—as one shouldn’t talk to strangers—but there was something about this woman that set her at ease.

“That sounds too much like me for comfort,” the woman said, almost seeming lost in her own memories. “And how rude of me to not introduce myself until now! I’m Delamer! But young one… while giving power to girls is fine—and I’d be okay with you ever wanting to do that, if it would somehow help you—is there not even one boy you’d think about sharing with?”

Kairi thought about it for a moment… and at first, she imagined that the answer was “no.” But then she remembered that a boy in her class, Sora—who she hadn’t liked at first, for he had knocked her into the water when their teacher had been teaching them how to fish (1)—had recently jumped into the ocean for her, to retrieve one of the fake nails she had dropped in there, when she had explained that it meant a lot to her since it was from her grandma.

Kairi explained the story to Delamer, and Delamer almost seemed to look… scared to Kairi for a moment. Or was it some other adult emotion Kairi couldn’t understand?

Finally, Delamer said, “Sora seems to remind me of someone that I know. Thank you, Kairi. You really helped me today. I think I will trust and give up this power. In the future… please stay safe and take care of yourself.”

“I’ll try t-” Kairi started, but Delamer was already gone. But what was there in her place, was a giant nailfile.

…

"I wanna make cookie dough," Kairi, at seven, told her adoptive mom, as she put up her hair that now reached just below her shoulders, so she could hopefully help with the task.

As Kairi loved cookie dough more than anything, she thought it would be a good treat for Sora.

But Kairi's mom frowned at her, as the two of them stood in their kitchen, and told Kairi, "You can't really do that, honey. I shouldn't give you the small bits of it that I do. And if you were to give it to Sora, it might give him salmonella."

Now it was Kairi's turn to frown. This had been her best idea, and now she had no clue what else to give her friend. It was hard not to cry at this turn of events, but Kairi fought against it—wanting to press on.

"What if we make cookies, with a little cookie dough on top?" Kairi begged.

And maybe there was something in her eyes or her tone of voice when Kairi had asked, because her mother suddenly relented with a sigh. "I guess there's less a chance for it to be harmful, if we just give Sora a tiny bit that way, than the tin you had been planning. Very well, Kairi."

Kairi beamed wider than she ever had in her life, and jumped up on a chair so she could help her mom with the baking.

And when she presented the cookies to Sora, she thought his own smile looked particularly radiant.

Dangus' PoV

Dangus—Delamer's love, who she had given her power to: though there was much more to the story than that—watched the girl, Kairi (nine now, he believed), as she talked to her friend Riku?

It sounded like Kairi was asking Riku for gift ideas, as she very much wanted to buy him something. But Riku was teasing her by asking if she really wanted to include him in an anniversary that was about her and Sora. Kairi countered by saying if he didn't want the keyboard she was very seriously thinking about getting him, just say so.

The whole thing was cute... And Dangus could understand why Delamer had chosen to speak to Kairi—and wanted to protect her—but part of him wished she hadn’t. He didn't want this power again. …It was too much for him.

Dangus was pulled out of his melancholy thoughts, when he noticed that Kairi was saying goodbye to Sora and Riku outside of their school now, and getting ready to head home. And that’s when it happened:

Water and lightning appeared out of nowhere, mixing together, until it formed the shape of someone Dangus knew all too well, heading straight for the girl!

Dangus began running towards Kairi, but he knew he wouldn't get there in time! So he used his magic to summon to Kairi the gift Delamer had given her years ago and threw it to her!

Just as the... the monster was closing in on Kairi, she first tied her hair that was at her waist into a bun—so the monster couldn’t use it against her—but then she woke up even further, and stabbed at the monster with the nailfile. And while said nailfile was the slightest bit wobbly—Delamer hadn't wanted to give a real weapon to a child, Dangus knew—it was enough to knock him off his feet. And then Dangus was there, and he defeated him with just a look (such was this cursed power he had)... and he hated to do it.

The moment she seemed to gather herself, Kairi looked at him like she'd seen a ghost. "You! You're like that girl... so it wasn't a dream."

"You thought it was a dream, even after Delamer magicked you this ridiculous nailfile?" Dangus laughed, taking Kairi's hand and helping her to her feet from where she’d fallen after having landing her blow on the monster.

"I ended up losing it, after my mom and I moved houses... thank you for bringing it back to me," Kairi said very sincerely. It somewhat baffled Dangus, because why would she care so much about an object that, just a second ago, she thought had been a dream. But there was definitely something about this girl. She seemed so… pure.

"You're more than welcome," Dangus said, suddenly more than charmed by Kairi, even though he should have been staying away from her for quite a few reasons.

"Are you from one of the other islands, or-"

And there was one of the reasons Dangus very much needed to leave. He didn't want to admit he was from another world, after all. But it was also part of the reason he needed to protect her. The Eye he had—that allowed him to see too much, if he allowed it (like someone else in her future with a certain eye)—spoke of an interesting future for this girl.

"...You could argue that I'm from an island. But Kairi, beware of certain people from your island and try to be safe." To try and prove his point, he walked the young girl home.

And once she was inside, Dangus put a strand of green hair behind his ear—getting it out of his brown eyes—and he quietly mourned that this girl would have such a hard fate. Why did so many girls that he knew have to suffer so much?

...

Kairi's PoV

Though Kairi appreciated what Dangus had tried to do for her (Delamer too, even though she barely remembered her now, since that encounter had happened so many years ago) she mostly put it out of her mind by twelve. After all, even if Dangus was right, she wasn't going to ruin her life by worrying about something that might not never come.

She was happy in life: she'd recently become a cheerleader at school; and she loved how it made her more active than she had been before, even if she'd still probably lose a contest with the ever-energetic Sora, Riku, Selphie, Tidus, and Wakka.

Kairi was actually on the way to some extra cheerleading practice at the school's gym now, and was getting ready to jump in her canoe in the Play Island to row there, when she saw Delamer and Dangus again!

At first, Kairi thought the sun was playing tricks on her (or maybe her hair [that was so long now, it reached her bottom] had gotten into her eyes and was obscuring her vision), and she rubbed her eyes to make the illusion go away. But no, it was really them: much like Delamer had been standing on the shore here the first time they met.

There was a part of Kairi that was a bit more cautious upon seeing them now, in knowing how badly her having met the strangers could have gone before… But she also couldn't deny they'd been good to her every time she'd seen them; and that really, she was happy to see them.

"Hey, you two! You look well! What brings you here?" Kairi asked, heading over to them with a wide smile on her face, feeling ever curious.

As she got closer to them, she noted that they were holding hands, but not overly affectionate like some older couples she'd seen here on the islands. She stored that information away for later.

"I'm surprised you're not with your friends. You were with that Sora and Riku when I met you. And when I talked to Delamer about it, she said you were just about to befriend Sora when you two met." was Dangus' rejoinder.

Kairi laughed. "The two of them are very dear to me, but we’re not literally joined at the hip. They might surprise me and support me at cheerleading practice today. But if not, we have plans to play after school tomorrow. So, what brings you two-"

"Kairi, there's a chance this will be the last time we'll see you," Delamer interrupted, seemingly giving up all pretenses. And when Sora would one day tell her how Leon had told him they "may never meet again, but they’d never forget each other," she would think of this moment that she had with these two. "Dangus and I have decided, for the good of the people, that it's best that no one reign like this. …But you must know a storm is coming."

"I guess it's a good thing I'm so good at swimming," Kairi said, getting worried now.

"No matter what happens, believe in yourself and be there for your friends," Dangus told her, with something in his eyes. And with him suddenly dropping his humor and getting pretty dire, too, he must have also decided that she needed to know whatever this was, and that they needed to wrap this up.

Kairi wasn't sure she could easily believe in herself, really (it seemed her friends were so much more talented than her), but she didn't want to let these two down down their last time here, so she said words she'd soon know well, "I will. Thanks for everything." And she took both of her friend’s hands and squeezed them, as they smiled warmly at her. Then, they were gone—soon leaving Kairi to wonder if she'd had any kind of journey at all.

But, oddly, it also left her with a thought that maybe she should cut her hair… if anything was really coming, she didn’t want her long hair used against her. Right?

And short hair was more mature, and she definitely thought she was becoming more that.

It was a thought, at least.

Mulling over a number of thoughts in her head—but deciding to file them later—Kairi reminded herself to take things one step at a time, and headed for her practice.

…

Sora’s PoV

“Kairi’s cut her hair,” Sora randomly brought up after he and Riku were done sparring for the day and were sitting on the paopu tree, looking out at the sunset. The thirteen-year-old Sora kicked his feet to and fro as he chewed on a grape popsicle and he waited almost with bated breath for Riku’s reaction to this.

Though, then again, if Sora really thought about it… he imagined that Kairi changing her hair wasn’t really that noteworthy. His and Riku’s best friend seemed to alter her tresses every year. Sometimes she even changed her look more than once a year, as she loved different hairstyles. But what really stood out to Sora, was that Kairi looked very tomboyish this time, and seemed to be acting it, too. She had even said-

“And she said that she’s down for any adventure we want to do. Which is cool, but what brought it up?” Riku asked from almost beneath Sora’s feet—from where he stood standing leaning against the tree trunk—with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey, you already knew what I was going to tell you?! Why didn’t you tell me that, before I started acting like this was some breaking news?!” Sora pouted. Crossing his arms over his chest, upon somewhat scooching away from his best friend.

Idly, and somewhat jealously, he wondered if Riku had seen Kairi before he had. It was definitely a possibility, since the two’s houses were closer to each other’s. Sora tried to tell himself it didn’t matter. But ever since he’d gotten sick and the three of them hadn’t been able to go to his and Kairi’s eighth grade dance together like they’d planned to, and Riku and Kairi had just gone instead, Sora had found himself resenting some of the looks Riku and Kairi had been giving each other and the conversations they had had.

But he knew that now was not the time for that.

“But back to your question, Riku, if Kairi’s suddenly decided she wants to be more active, who are we to stop her?” Sora queried. He actually thought it was really cool. And he loved the idea that it might allow them to spend even more time with Kairi now.

“I suppose…” Riku allowed, fishing out a popsicle for himself from the cooler nearby and taking a bite of the lime treat before he continued his conversation with Sora. “But I just think there’s a little more to it, that’s all.”

As much as Sora somewhat hated to admit it—because he didn’t want Riku insinuating that Kairi would change her whole personality on a dime or anything like that—he couldn’t help feeling that his friend was right. Kairi had been somewhat… girlier in years past. But all of a sudden, it had seemed like she had wanted to prove she could rough and tumble with the best of them. And maybe this was just another evolution of that. But even if it was, Sora really didn’t see what the big deal was. He was enjoying seeing this new side of Kairi. And didn’t everyone somewhat change as they grew up?

“Her new haircut reminds me of how she looked when she showed up here when she was five…” Sora found himself muttering, barely even realizing he was speaking as he was pulled back into the memory.

It had been a somewhat dark night, but not entirely so. The falling stars and bright, full moon had turned what otherwise might have been blackness into a vast navy blue. Sora had watched it all from his bedroom window, transfixed. And just as what had looked like a rocket falling from the sky to his young eyes had headed for the islands. Then, he hadn’t been able to remain still any longer and had snuck outside to try and find where it had landed… only to find Kairi. Kairi and Riku both, for it had seemed Riku had had the same idea.

“What?” Riku asked, seemingly confused, pulling Sora out of his reverie.

“The night of the meteor shower when we met Kairi, remember?” Sora asked, finishing up his popsicle that had begun to melt onto his hands at this point. He licked what he could off his fingertips, and then rubbed what remained on his bare legs.

“Oh, right!” Riku exclaimed. A far-away look in his own eyes now as he reminisced. “It was so dark that night, it’s hard for me to recall what Kairi’s hair looked like in it. But I guess it was kind of similar to how it is now. Huh.”

Riku got a far-away look in his eyes again after he said that. And Sora was about to ask what was so great to daydream about that he couldn’t even pay attention to him, when the subject of their conversation made an appearance.

“Oh, popsicles. Yum! Did you save any for me?” Kairi asked, giving each of them a thousand-watt smile, before taking her own trademarked seat on the paopu tree. And if Sora swooned a little bit, and tried to hide it, he couldn’t exactly be blamed. He’d never seen a girl with such cute short hair, okay?

“Kairi, hi!” Sore exclaimed.

“Oh, hi, Kairi,” Riku started. Then, realizing what she’d said, he continued with, “Of course we did. There should be a few coconut popsicles in there just for you.”

Kairi began fishing in the cooler with smiling eyes. And it seemed to Sora, something as simple as coconut popsicles was like she’d won the lottery for Kairi.

The three of them then had a moment of comfortable silence together after Kairi got her popsicle (and maybe Sora and Riku got even more), and it felt like heaven to Sora. This was what it was all about.

“So did you guys hear the scandal that’s going on at school?” Kairi eventually said, as Sora and Riku looked at her with curious eyes. “Mr. Namana and the parents are arguing about what one divided by zero is. The parents think it’s one, while he maintains it’s zero… But, guys? I swore we learned that anything divided by zero is undefined, right? What’s even happening? We’re all going to have Mr. Namana next year and I’m scared for our education.”

Sora burst out laughing, wondering how Kairi always had the best stories.

But Riku put it the best, Sora thought, when he said, “Wow. Sounds like it’s going to be quite the adventure next year.”

“Sounds about right…” Sora voiced. But deep down, it was the kind of adventure he wanted with his friends. Always.

And he knew that as long as they were together, things would work out okay.

Author's Note: (1) It’s probably obvious, but Sora pushed her into the water by accident, though Kairi doesn’t realize that at first.

Delamer and Dangus are characters from a novel of mine. I don’t know if that novel will ever see the light of day (even if I love it), but at least they’re living here somewhat, I guess. Hopefully you guys can enjoy my babies somewhat (even with your limited knowledge of them, because I don’t want to spoil too much in case I do ever do anything with said book).

I’ve had this idea for a long time… Though I’ll admit that originally for Kairi Day, I actually wanted to make an amv for her, but I couldn’t download the song for it. So then I kind of rushed back to this fic—that I’ve had bits and pieces done of for years—and finished it as best as I could for my girl. But there was just no way I could let Kairi Day pass me by without doing something for her, so here is my contribution for her. Happy Kairi Day!

Edit: And if Kairi seems slightly closer to Sora at first in this fic, it’s because he’s in her grade (and Riku’s not, as he’s a year older) so she spends a bit more time with him that way, of course. But then when she starts hanging out with Sora after they become friends, Riku’s also there, and she gets to know him, and then they also become best friends.

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