A Vague Reminder

Paopu

Roxas' POV:
I awoke early to the sound of rain crashing against the window next to Sora's bed.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, the island often had storms like this, akin to a weak hurricane or a small typhoon. It was cold and humid, in nothing but a navy blue T-shirt and shorts, I could feel myself shiver and my body twitched closer to the inviting warmth I felt on my skin. I heard a small groan, my hazy sight focused on the tanned skin in front of me. In the little light I had, I could see scars that had healed over time, blended into Sora's arms. They traveled up his arm eventually running under his loose red sleeve. It made me realize how many horrible battles that not only Sora, but all of us had been through. 'Sora... You pushed through so much...' I could feel my heart wither, it had only just now occurred to me that Sora often didn't get credit that he deserved. Then again, Sora didn't seem to care. His love for people was genuine and pure, he wouldn't seek recognition for saving them.
The rain was definitely a blight on the plans they had made for today, though Sora would arbitrarily suggest they swim in the rain. 'With how skinny he is he'd probably just blow away' A cacophony of thunder echoed outside mixing with the onslaught of water. 'But at least it's peaceful...' Sora listlessly groaned as the storm refused to pass, eventually opening his eyes. His deep ocean blue met my own lazily, but our eye contact was as brief as the lightning outside. His eyes closed, and his face leaned closer to mine, hesitating for a moment. With a swift movement he left a blazing kiss on my cheek, wrapping an arm around me. As if nothing had happened, he slumped back onto the bed, my face in the crook of his neck. 'WH- WHAT!? This is what a heart attack feels like!' I could feel a stupid smile inching onto my face. 'Calm down Roxas! He's probably still asleep? You're cool Roxy, you're cool.' Glancing at his smooth skin, my eyes wandered to his lips. I had to suppress a chuckle when the corner of his mouth twitched. I'm sure Sora was dreaming of the halcyon times he'd spent on the island, before the heartless came. I shifted, pressing my body against his, enveloped by the smell of cinnamon, and fell asleep.

When we stopped stalling, and separated, the room became colder. Sora was staring outside of his window with a puzzled smile, while the expression sent my heart into a hysteric frenzy, I couldn't help but feel like something was off. His smile dropped, eyebrows furrowed as he turned back to me with a sheepish attempt at another grin. "I think you might be stuck here for a while Roxas..." He spoke quickly, he didn't even stutter. Had he already forgotten what happened the night before? "That's fine. I don't mind spending a day with you." Sora
A roaring grumble followed another strike of lightning outside, which was then followed by one of Sora's boisterous laughs. The tension that thickened the air dissipated when I realized the rumble was in fact not thunder. It was my stomach. 
After laughing at me like a child, and me throwing a pillow into his face, Sora dragged me downstairs into his kitchen. "So, I heard you like pancakes?" He turned to flash me a bright smile over his shoulder and I felt a familiar heat in my chest. "And just where did you hear that?" Sora's smile changed to a more confident and sly smirk, the expression caught me off guard. "Lea told me~ Among other things." 'Other things? What did Axel put in Sora's head? I'll be sure to talk to him about it.' "If you're gonna think about me, at least be discreet." I squinted and averted my eyes to the marble of the table. 'Whatever... if you don't want people to think about you, then don't- Bite them?' I reached up to feel my neck for any sort of mark, but found nothing.
Sora turned out to be a pretty good cook, the pancakes were light and fluffy, with a few slices of yellow fruit on top. For the first time, I realized I didn't see anybody else in the house. Wasn't cooking breakfast something a parent would do? 'So.. No parents?' I glanced back down at my plate, taking a bite of the fruit.'I don't know what it is... But it's.. sweet' A piece of the fruit got caught in my throat when I glanced at the counter. A paopu fruit was left on the counter, cut in half. I flushed heavily, going into a coughing fit. Xion had told me about the importance of the fruit, and the legend behind it. If you share a paopu fruit with someone, your destinies become intertwined." I glanced back at him, my embarrassment fading. He was a quick, messy eater. He nearly choked on his pancakes, and he would've if it wasn't for the massive amount of syrup I'd watched him pour onto them. He kept glancing at me with a vaguely embarrassed look in his eyes afterward. I was going to send a witty remark his way, but his eyes met mine, and my voice died in my throat.
We found ourselves in Sora's living room, messing around in games like animal crossing, laughing at how much debt Sora was in. "So let me get this straight, you moved to a deserted island, and your only form of shelter is a tent, yet somehow you owe this dumb raccoon like, fifty thousand munny?" This specific factor sent us into hysterics, laughing until we cried. "Okay but- It's FUN debt." He proceeded to name his island "Roxas is a non-believer."
After that our conversation had drifted, and we ended up watching a movie. I let him pick, and I honestly wasn't surprised with the result. He'd chosen a Disney movie called "Bolt." I was skeptical. "Sora, isn't this movie for younger audiences?" He stood next to me with an overflowing bowl of popcorn. "Pfft- Just you wait Roxy, you'll cry~" I huffed, and plopped onto the couch, Sora sitting down next to me. Fairly early in the movie, he got closer until his arm pushed against mine, but neither of us minded. To his credit, the movie was adorable, we were at an emotional scene, where Mittens reveals being declawed. I found myself connecting with her. Cut to further in the movie, where Bolt is saving her from the pound, and Sora's eyes began to water. "Hwaaaaaah get her outta there Bolt!" I chuckled again, feeling the weight of Sora's shoulder move. "You're kind of like Bolt now that I think about it. You recklessly charge into things to save and protect who you care about. You're delusional, impossibly stubborn, and you're cute." 'Why. Roxas, Why.' This managed to pull Sora's attention from the movie, he looked back at me with a small blush. "Eh? You think I'm cute? What about you? You're way cuter! Even your voice, especially when I bit y-" I grabbed a handful of popcorn, and shoved it in his mouth.
After countless more Disney movies, a comfortable silence between us had established, the wind howling outside. We'd passed time simply by talking, about worlds, people, experiences, and food. For Sora, especially food. He spoke about cooking in the bistro in Twilight Town with "little chef," who was apparently a cute rat? Our conversation drifted again, and again. We spoke about fighting tactics, and how Ventus has a reversed grip for his Keyblade, or how odd summons were. When we were both out of topics, I spoke up. "Hey.. Sora? About what happened last night.." I was promptly cut off when Sora leaned his head against my shoulder. "I tried to explain it to you last night.. But you were soooo eager." His puffed cheeks and stern eyes screamed 'You're kind of dumb, and I want to be mad, but I'm not.' Again, my retort was caught in my throat. "You've been in my heart.. But I guess you wouldn't know.. Neither does Ventus." He took a deep breath. He looked... scared? I wrapped my arm around him, resting it on his shoulder. He melted into me, curling in his legs. "When I was taken by the organization, I was a husk. A vessel, more accurately," I wasn't used to hearing Sora with a bitter, wavering tone, I squeezed his shoulder to try and reassure him. "And.. While I was 'out,' they.. did something. I don't know.. The memory I have of what happened is hazy..  Ever since, I've been like this. Xehanort did.. say something to me. But I can't remember that either. I was able to read some of his notes though. Whoever I- bite, becomes my 'partner.' Meaning..." He lifted his head, uncertainty in his eyes. "You're kinda stuck with me. If I drink blood from anyone else, I don't think it would go very well.."
I normally wasn't a fan of stormy weather, not because it scared me, but because it made me frustratingly drowsy. The conversation left me drained.'Though it's not so bad.. with Sora.' I couldn't count the number of times my eyes had grown to be a bit too heavy. Sora must've noticed, because he spoke softly, I almost didn't recognize the word "sleep." He laid down on the couch, pulling me with him. My head rested against his chest, and I drifted to the sound of his heartbeat.